Those silver needles that were blocked by the golden defensive shield, as if they had been summoned by some kind of summons, quickly retreated to Wang Rong's side, spun up, and formed a huge silver defense circle to block the sharp attacks of the Qingfeng Sword. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhao Hu saw that his Qingfeng Sword was blocked by the silver defense ring outside Wang Rong's body, his brows couldn't help frowning, he snorted coldly, the movements in his hands increased speed, and the huge true qi in his body continued to replenish the Qingfeng Sword.

Suddenly, I saw the originally cold Qingfeng Sword, which was instantly wrapped in a layer of cold air, with a sharp light, and forcibly cut off a large number of silver needles, breaking through the silver defensive circle outside Wang Rong's body, and slashing towards his beautiful body.

When the silver defense circle outside the body was defeated, Wang Rong's face changed involuntarily, let out an exclamation, and hurriedly used his body technique, left the place like lightning, dodged the killing blow of the Qingfeng Sword, with a pale face, pulled out a soft sword from his body, pointed at Zhao Hu, and scolded loudly: "You forced me, look how I will dismantle you in eight pieces to vent the hatred in my heart!" ”

Hearing Wang Rong's words full of murderous intent, Zhao Hu sneered and said lightly: "If you have the ability, you can come!" Let me see what you can do to dismantle me! Also, you'd better pray that you die directly by my sword, or I wouldn't mind having you naked and hanging in the ring for everyone to see. ”

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, Wang Rong's already pale face became even more pale and bloodless, and she said angrily: "Bastard! Take your life! “

As soon as Wang Rong's voice fell, he saw his figure move, holding the soft sword in his hand, rushing towards Zhao Hu's side like lightning, and in the process of rushing and killing, he kept dancing the soft sword in his hand, emitting a series of sharp sword rays, with a bloodthirsty light that selects people and devours, and slashes towards Zhao Hu's body.

Facing dozens of sharp sword attacks from Wang Rong, Zhao Hu's face remained unchanged, and with a few gentle swings of the Qingfeng sword in his hand, he saw dozens of sword rays with a compelling cold aura, facing the bloodthirsty sword rays sent out by Wang Rong, and met them in mid-air, making a violent explosion sound, and then turned into a little starlight together, disappearing between heaven and earth.

Looking at Zhao Hu and Wang Rong, who were in the middle of the battle, the crowd watching the battle couldn't help but exclaim loudly: "The Silver Needle Witch is the elite of the peak powerhouses of the Jindan Period!" I was blocked by that kid! It's incredible! ”

"Who's to say it isn't! In my opinion, Zhao Hu may really be able to surprise us, fighting for six days without defeat, and has the qualifications to challenge the city lord! ”

"What a joke! It's just an appetizer! Although our Cloud City is not ranked high among many small cities, there are still many peak powerhouses in the Jindan period, among which there are many peak powerhouses in the Jindan stage who can compete with the early stage of the Yuanying stage, although Zhao Hu's strength is strong, it is not almost impossible to hold on for six days without defeating! ”

"That's right, this is just the beginning, many real strong people are still training outside the city, or dealing with their own affairs in various corners, without it, they don't get the information of Zhao Hu's challenge. Once they get the information and rush here, then Zhao Hu's challenge will almost be over! ”

"Not necessarily! You must know that both the white-haired Sword Demon and the Silver Needle Witch are the masters of our Cloud City, even among the peak powerhouses of the Jindan Period, their strength is also in the middle and upper reaches, since Zhao Hu can easily defeat the white-haired Sword Demon and press the Silver Needle Witch against him, maybe he really has the qualifications to challenge the city lord! ”

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"Don't talk so much nonsense, Zhao Hu Gu doesn't have the qualifications to challenge the city lord, let's just watch it, even if we discuss it for a day, it is impossible to have a result, it is better to honestly watch the battle from the sidelines and watch the excitement!"

After the bloodthirsty sword rays emitted by Wang Rong and the white sword rays sent by Zhao Hu met and disappeared between heaven and earth together, Zhao Hu's face remained unchanged, and the Qingfeng sword in his hand danced rapidly, and the white sword rays with a compelling cold aura lined up in a straight line and attacked Wang Rong's body in turn.

Facing hundreds of cold white sword rays, lined up in a line, shooting towards his body, Wang Rong's pretty face couldn't help but be on the side, and quickly stopped the flying body, and danced the soft sword in his hand non-stop, sending out bloodthirsty sword rays, defeating the white sword rays with a compelling cold air.

When Wang Rong defeated all the hundreds of white swords with a compelling cold aura, continued to walk backwards at a rapid pace, and launched a fierce attack on Zhao Hu, he suddenly found that one after another cold cold qi was wantonly vertical and horizontal in his body, constantly breaking the meridians in his body, making it impossible for him to mobilize the true qi in his body normally.

It turned out that while Wang Rong continued to swing out bloodthirsty sword rays, defeating hundreds of white sword rays with a compelling cold aura, the cold and cold qi had quietly entered its body along the bloodthirsty sword rays it emitted, and lurked until the cold cold qi accumulated to a huge amount, and then it was issued under Zhao Hu's order, which made Wang Rong fall into great pain, unable to mobilize a trace of true qi normally, and could only rely on Zhao Hu to slaughter.

After Wang Rong lost his combat effectiveness, Zhao Hu sneered, walked slowly to his side, and said lightly: "Although you offended me just now, but in view of your strength is not bad, you have reached the standard of serving me and becoming my slave, so I will give you a way out, let go of your spiritual power, and let me leave a trace of spiritual imprint in your mind." ”

Hearing Zhao Hu's words, Wang Rong forcibly suppressed the pain caused by the wanton cold and cold air in her body, and begged for mercy in a coquettish voice: "Son, how about letting me be like Sun Xin and serve you unconditionally for a hundred years?" ”

Hearing Wang Rong's words, Zhao Hu's face turned cold, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand moved slightly, immediately tearing the clothes on Wang Rong's chest, revealing a large area of snow-white skin, and pasting the cold Qingfeng Sword on his snow-white skin, and then said lightly: "Don't negotiate terms with me, you only have two choices now, die or become my slave and serve me forever." ”

Hearing Zhao Hu's words with a strong murderous aura, Wang Rong trembled, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Son, spare your life, the slave family will let go of your spiritual power, and let you leave a trace of spiritual imprint in the slave family's mind." ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Rong took the initiative to let go of his spiritual power and avoided his mind, while Zhao Hu immediately released a huge amount of spiritual power, shooting towards Wang Rong's mind, wanting to leave a trace of spiritual imprint in his mind and completely control his life and death.

When Zhao Hu released a huge amount of spiritual power and entered Wang Rong's mind, Wang Rong's severe cold light flashed, and he shouted loudly: "Bastard, die!" ”

While roaring loudly, the huge spiritual power that Wang Rong let go of instantly returned to his mind, and launched a fierce counterattack against the spiritual power that Zhao Hu had entered his mind, wanting to completely cut off the connection between Zhao Hu and the spiritual power in his mind, thus severely damaging Zhao Hu.

However, what made Wang Rong feel desperate was that the huge spiritual power in his mind, in front of Zhao Hu's spiritual power, was as big as the gap between the firefly insect and the light of the bright moon, and it could not have the slightest impact on Zhao Hu's spiritual power, but instead aroused Zhao Hu's ferocity.

Seeing that Wang Rong was actually planning to plot against herself, Zhao Hu's brows furrowed, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he roared angrily: "Slut, look for death!" ”

As soon as Zhao Hu's voice fell, he saw the Qingfeng Sword with a compelling cold air in his hand, swallowing out a large amount of cold air, wrapping Wang Rong with a frightened face and sealing it, and then a golden sword shot out from his fingers, and Wang Rong, who had been frozen up, suddenly shattered countless pieces of the city with the shattering of the ice, and died tragically in the ring.

The audience in the audience saw that Wang Rong, the silver needle witch, only held on to the ring for a minute, and was ruthlessly killed by Zhao Hu, and involuntarily opened their mouths wide, and let out an unbelievable exclamation.

Although the mountain-like high-grade spirit stones are extremely precious, they can improve their strength to a higher level, but if their strength is not as good as others, they still come to the stage to challenge, and they want to get a large number of high-grade spirit stones, but they can't get a high-level spirit stone, and they will also give their lives or freedom.

Therefore, in the face of the strong Zhao Hu, many of the peak powerhouses of the Jindan period who were about to move, instantly gave up their plans to challenge the stage, and began to stand under the stage with peace of mind, waiting for other strong people to make a move, and started a fierce confrontation with Zhao Hu, so that they could observe the fighting methods between other Jindan peak powerhouses, give themselves more inspiration, improve their fighting methods, and greatly improve their combat ability.

Zhao Hu stood on top of the strong and vast ring, seeing that no one continued to challenge on stage, knowing that the crowd of the audience under the stage had been shocked by himself, while the other strong people had not yet received the information, or had just gotten the information, and had not had time to rush back, so no one dared to challenge on stage.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Hu walked to the edge of the ring, arched his hand to the dense audience, and said loudly: "Is there anyone else on stage to challenge?" ”