The Sacred Demon Mountain, a towering mountain, seems to want to be higher than the sky, standing in the wilderness for thousands of years. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

In the gladiatorial arena of the Sacred Demon Mountain, the cheers were wave after wave, and there were constantly demon hands dancing and shouting "The power of the bear!" ”

In the gladiatorial arena, a chubby young man with a dark complexion and black eyes clenched his fists, and the tension in his eyes was gradually replaced by firmness: Let's fight.

On the opposite side, a handsome young man held a long sword and pointed ears, which seemed to be full of disdain: I, Ximenyu, have never been defeated since I cultivated to the Demon Warrior Realm, so why not let you make three moves. After speaking, the long sword was put behind his back.

In the face of Ximenyu's provocation, Xiong Zhuangzhuang waved his arm, slashed out at Ximenyu with a palm, and shouted: Ben Lingzhang!

The spiritual power in his palm instantly surged towards Ximen Yu.

Ximenyu lightly skimmed: This palm practice is a bit hot, and it is not of much use to me. After speaking, his figure flashed, and he quickly moved to the back of Xiong Zhuangzhuang, stroked the sword with his right hand, and gently patted Xiong Zhuangzhuang's back with his left hand.

You are too slow, there are still two tricks, Ximen Yu said disdainfully.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang's palm did not make any achievements, the spiritual power of his whole body surged like substance, and the spiritual power of his palms was restrained, flashing with a faint yellow earth-attribute spiritual light, and he went towards Ximenyu to cover.

Xiong Zhan, the king of Xiongling in the stands, smiled: My son's Ben Ling Palm has been cultivated into a small way, and his spiritual power is restrained, and his palm is more fierce.

Ximen Yu's face froze: It is also a demon realm, and it seems that this move can't be dodged.

Ximenyu snorted softly: Wind Splitting Wolf Claw. The five fingers were bent like wolf claws, and they grabbed at the bear's strong and strong spirit palm.

As soon as the two spiritual powers collided, Xiong Zhuangzhuang flew upside down and stood up five steps, and Ximen Yu took two steps back and snorted coldly: This palm is still a little interesting.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang shook the hand that was caught with five finger marks: When did the Wind and Snow Wolf Clan come out, you are such a big talker.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang looked at Ximenyu's bloody hands: Use your sword!

Ximenyu's face turned red: This is what you asked for!

As he spoke, he swung the long sword behind his back, the spiritual power of the sword body was radiant, and the sword blade was bright with faint blood lines.

This sword was made by people who didn't know whether they were dead or alive under my claws, and people refined the strong people in the realm, according to the human being, this sword is called herring fish, and I will use you to test the sword today.

Ximen Yu stepped under his feet, and the surrounding aura was as cold as wind and snow, and his figure flashed, more than one layer faster than just now.

The "Wind Wolf Blowing Snow" long sword shook, and a few cold rays stabbed at Xiong Zhuangzhuang.

Xiong Zhuang made a move with both hands, and a fine iron giant axe suddenly appeared in his hand, and he slammed forward, blocking a lot of cold light.

In addition to his chest, Xiong Zhuang had strong arms, and several cold small cracks suddenly appeared in his thighs.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang stretched out his hand and slapped the ice slag on his legs: Is this the strength of the wind wolf blowing snow?

The body rushed straight forward, wielding a giant axe with a faint aura, and shouted softly: Earth Spirit Axe Blade! Secret Method: Pulse Spirit Burst.

The already huge axe blade, with earthy yellow spiritual power, flashed with a little cold light, giving people the feeling of being immortal and half-crippled.

The demons of all races in the stands gathered more and more, which seemed to be one of the secret techniques of the bear clan. Xiong Zhuangzhuang seems to want to settle the fight with one blow.

Ximen Yu noticed the explosion of Xiong Zhuangzhuang's spiritual power, and today I will let you see what is called the body method, the handprint is one-fold: the secret method of wolf mountain: wolf smoke step.

Immediately, the figure flashed, and it was as easy as wolf smoke.

The bear that missed the blow was strong and strong, and the pulse spirit burst was not over. Turning around, there was another axe, and the blade of the axe passed away through the cold light.

Ximenyu's body trembled, and he narrowly avoided this axe, Xiong Zhuang abandoned the axe, and slapped his palms: Ben Lingzhang.

Seeing this, Ximen Yu could not avoid it, the long sword pointed to the ground, and with the help of force, a sword "Wind Wolf Blowing Snow" slashed Xiong Zhuangzhuang's abdomen, and then Xiong Zhuangzhuang's palms slapped Ximenyu fiercely.

Ximenyu rolled and fell to the ground, coughed up the blood in his mouth, and sneered: You lost.

The bear who was half-kneeling on the ground was strong. Feeling the pain in the abdomen, on the stands, the people of the bear clan were lost.

Ximenyu turned around and stroked his sword and stood: In the middle of my wind and wolf, I didn't force the wind and snow's spiritual power out as soon as possible, and the wound was frostbitten, don't blame me for not reminding you.

Xiong Zhan, the king of the bear clan in the stands, looked at his son distressedly, come down quickly, your father will heal you.

Outside the gladiatorial arena, Han Yue looked at the bear who was still holding on, this fat man was so resolute, which did not match his usual giggling appearance at all.

Duanmu Cha looked at Xiong Zhuangzhuang's painful expression, and he who knew his friend best shouted: The bear clan will never admit defeat. Xiong Zhuangzhuang, have you forgotten your dreams?

The bear on the gladiatorial arena shook suddenly, raised his eyes and swept towards his father and best friends in the stands, as well as Ximen Tongyu in the misty forest.

Ximen Tongyu glanced at Xiong Zhuangzhuang with cold eyes, as if he had no feelings.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang lowered his head and shouted: The pulse spirit is bursting, let's fight.

The little unicorn Hanyue looked at the bleeding bear Zhuangzhuang, and then looked at the expressionless Ximen Tongyu and said: Nima, love is terrible.

Ximen Yu snorted coldly, and the battle intent appeared in his eyes: If you want to die, I will fulfill you, Misty Wolf Mountain.

With Ximenyu snorting softly, the gladiatorial arena seemed to be shrouded in fog, and Ximenyu's figure became faster and faster, like a dragonfly dotting water, and the long sword was about to go with one touch.

As Ximenyu's long sword continued to stab out, there were more and more wounds on Xiong Zhuangzhuang's body, and his face continued to weaken.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang shouted violently and turned into a body. Cangling Giant Bear, with a bear roar, his spiritual power skyrocketed.

Will you be able to keep up with my speed and become bigger if you become a body? It's easier for me to prick. Ximen Yu snorted coldly.

Ximenyu's body turned: The wind wolf blows the snow, it's over!

Several cold rays followed Ximenyu's long sword and rushed towards Xiong Zhuangzhuang.

The bear demon clan in the stands don't look over, they don't dare to look at the tragic situation of the bleeding bear Zhuangzhuang who was seriously injured by this move,

Xiong Zhan, the king of the bear clan, glared at Duanmu Lan angrily: What do you mean by your son, let my son die!

Duanmu Lan was about to explain: Son and Lao Tzu are different.

In the gladiatorial arena, there was a sound of a sharp weapon inserted into his chest, the fog dissipated, and the demonized bear Zhuang Zhuang grabbed Ximen Yu with one palm, the hand holding the sword.

The demonized bear wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth: Although I can't keep up with your speed, do you really think I can't see your body in the mist.

Ximenyu's face was shocked, and he said secretly: It's not good.

wanted to pull out the hand holding the sword, but found that no matter how hard he tried, the hand holding the sword was held by Xiong Zhuangzhuang without moving.

He was about to hit the bear with a claw on the chest.

The demonized bear jumped fiercely under his feet, and shouted: "The spirit of the land, the bear dominates the world"

The furious spirit of the land soared into the sky with Xiong Zhuangzhuang and Ximenyu, and then fell like a cannonball.

There was a loud bang, and the earth spirit slammed into a deep crater in the ground.

Looking at the smoke on the gladiatorial arena, the little Qilin Hanyue tilted his head and said: Duanmu tea, this move won't be a big move that will end up together!

Duanmu Cha looked at the gladiatorial arena with a nervous expression: This move is one of the forbidden skills of the bear clan, and the bear clan is born with it, and the strength of spiritual power determines the damage of this move. Because the damage to the enemy is as great as its own, it was ordered by the bear king not to use the bear demon.

The little unicorn looked at Ximen Tongyu, and suddenly Chu Shiyuechan's stunning face appeared in his mind.

looked at the top of the Holy Demon Mountain, shook his head and thought: Could this girl be thinking about me too?

The smoke gradually cleared in the gladiatorial arena, and a man and a bear lay on the ground dying.

Ximen Qing and Duanmu Tea rushed into the arena at the same time, and the demonized bear Zhuang Zhuang looked at the Quartet weakly: Duanmu Tea, did I win.

Duanmu Cha's expression tightened, and he couldn't bear to deceive his friend: It's a tie now, if you can still stand up, you win.

When Xiong Zhuangzhuang heard this, his eyes flashed a little firm, his body was scarred, and his chest was still worn by the long sword, and he had already come to this point. I'm going to win.

A pair of bear paws trembled violently because of the pain, holding down the ground, slowly supporting the whole body, the sword in the chest was squeezed, and the sharp blade continued to expand the wound.

The crumbling bear was strong, straightened up, and the pain of the piercing. Let him kneel hard.

Duanmu Lan, a friend beside him, stretched out his hands again and again, wanting to support him. Take it back again and again.

The demon heroes in the stands gradually boiled, looking at the Xiong Zhuang who slowly got up and shouted: The power of the bear! The power of the bear!

Ximen Tongyu, who has been cold and silent, said lightly: Go and recuperate, you won, don't hold on. After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the stands.

Xiong Zhuangzhuang, who looked at the back of Ximen Tongyu, only felt a surge of power in his heart, pushed Duanmu Lan away, straightened up his chest with a sword, and shouted at the departing Ximen Tongyu: Lao Tzu can fight ten more!

Ximen Tongyu's figure was slightly stunned, and a cold voice came: Don't forget to return the sword after healing your injuries, just give it to me.

The little Qilin looked at Xiong Zhuangzhuang, who was drenched in blood and had a long sword in his chest, and shook his head helplessly: Nima, love is terrible!

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