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Yang Yue's words fell, and the audience fell silent, even the two holy envoys of the Tiangang Sect looked at Yang Yue with strange expressions, this guy not only had to challenge the powerful Han Fei, but also the most powerful Song Yunpeng, and he was too bold. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you."

The muscles of Song Yunpeng's cheeks trembled, and he gritted his teeth in response, this waste dared to challenge himself, this was a great insult to him, he was the most outstanding genius in a hundred miles, and he was actually regarded as a challenge opponent by a waste, and he really didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At this time, the young envoy of the Tiangang Sect had already put away the nine rings, leaving only the only one ring.

The three of them stepped into the ring at the same time, Han Fei had a hideous face, holding a spear, while Song Yunpeng folded his arms around his chest, looking out of the way, looked at Han Fei and said, "Be sharp, don't give this waste a chance to kneel and beg for mercy." ”

Han Fei nodded slightly, and looked at Yang Yue with a sly smile behind him, "Draw your sword, waste." ”

"You weak chicken is not worthy of me to draw my sword." Yang Yue responded indifferently.

"Boom!"

Han Fei was furious, and in an instant, he released his martial spirit, which was a two-meter-tall cyan wind wolf.

As soon as the Wind Wolf appeared, a black wind immediately set off in the ring, and pieces of sharp wind blades rose and fell, shooting towards Yang Yue along with the spear in Han Fei's hand, and the momentum was extremely huge.

Yang Yue's expression was calm, and when Han Fei rushed to two feet in front of him, a violent vitality fluctuation suddenly erupted from his body, and a vague shadow appeared behind him, it was his martial spirit, but he hid his true face, and everyone couldn't tell what kind of martial spirit beast this was.

Yang Yue was carrying a mysterious martial spirit, and he slammed into Han Fei with a punch, and the waves of qi that erupted from his fist were like a rolling ocean, and he crushed towards Han Fei with a majestic momentum.

"Boom!"

Yang Yue's fist was fierce and domineering, tearing Han Fei's wind blade directly apart, and the spear in Han Fei's hand also broke inch by inch, and the fist like a torrent of mountains fell on Han Fei's chest.

"Poof!"

Han Fei spat out a bloody arrow from his throat, and the whole person flew down from the ring, his chest was smashed and collapsed, and he didn't know how many bones were broken, everyone looked at the scene in front of them blankly and forgot to think, as powerful as Han Fei, one was knocked out of the ring by Yang Yue, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

At this moment, Yang Yue felt a warning in his heart, and a chilling killing machine came from behind.

The danger came from Song Yunpeng, when Yang Yue had just shown his strength, he already knew that Han Fei would be defeated, Yang Yue turned out to be the peak of the fifth stage of qi refining, this was really too demonic, he would never allow him to grow up, so he moved the killing machine, and the five fingers formed a hook to grab Yang Yue's Heavenly Spirit Gai, wanting to kill him while he was unprepared.

But Yang Yue is not an ordinary person, there is no extra thinking, he twisted his tiger body, and kicked out violently with a flirtatious leg.

Song Yunpeng was immediately startled, his palms fell and Yang Yue's whip legs slammed together, but the palms and legs intersected but made a sonorous sound like striking iron, Yang Yue kicked back four steps in a row, and Song Yunpeng also took three steps back, forcibly standing on his heels.

"Fifth stage of Qi refining, you waste is hidden so deeply. It seems that you will not be able to leave you today. ”

Song Yunpeng's eyebrows rose, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he slowly pulled out the long sword on his waist, a low tiger roar sounded, and a scaly and armored Netherworld Tiger appeared behind Song Yunpeng, and a pair of tiger eyes were steaming with death, locking Yang Yue firmly.

Yang Yue suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis, this Song Yunpeng's fifth-level martial spirit Phantom Tiger was really powerful, and it could actually attack people's spiritual level, making people feel as if they were in the Netherworld, and at the same time, he also felt that Song Yunpeng had moved to kill.

But Yang Yue was not afraid, and suddenly took a step forward, and the vague martial spirit behind him was clear for a few points, revealing two thick and powerful iron arms, and the aura of the overlord of the beast was permeated, and Song Yunpeng's Nether Tiger actually fluctuated, and he was extremely afraid of Yang Yue's martial spirit.

The martial spirit is transformed by the essence and blood of the fierce beast, it is not a dead thing but very spiritual, Song Yunpeng's face changed in shock, he naturally also noticed the abnormality of his martial spirit, Yang Yue's martial spirit was able to restrain his martial spirit.

"Die!" Song Yunpeng shouted violently, like a brute beast swooping towards Yang Yue, and with the martial spirit ghost tiger behind him, he added to the might, and the long sword in his hand slashed out.

"The Demon Tiger is out of prison."

As soon as Song Yunpeng came up, he used the ultimate martial art, and slashed out with a sword, like a fierce tiger roaring in the sky, and the cold sword qi turned into a dark demon tiger, and it was killed, and it instantly pounced in front of Yang Yue, biting his head.

There were exclamations from the audience, and he was impressed by Song Yunpeng's momentum, it was this martial art before, and he defeated Du Lei, a talented boy on the first day of Wuyang City, with a sword, Yang Yue was only afraid of being more than lucky.

However, Yang Yue once again made an abnormal move, he did not retreat but advanced, using his palm edge as a sword envoy, and swept forward with the mad demon sword technique, shouting: "A blade across the sky, life and death are impermanent." ”

Yang Yue's palm swallowed a few feet of sword qi, cutting the air, and colliding with Song Yunpeng's sword qi condensed demon tiger, the qi collapsed and shattered, and the two dissolved into nothingness.

"Splitting mountains and breaking mountains."

The corners of Yang Yue's lips showed a cold smile, this smile carried a strong killing intent, he suddenly passed through the aftermath of the agitation, drew his sword with his backhand, and a clear sword roar seemed to tear people's eardrums, only to see a bloody light burst out, and it disappeared in a flash, and when he looked at it again, Yang Yue's sword had already entered the sheath, and his sword seemed to have not been drawn out at all.

The aftermath dissipated, everyone's eyes focused on the past, on the ring, a person with a long sword on his back to everyone, and in front of him was two halves of a broken corpse wrapped in brocade, blood bubbling and steaming, and a strong bloody gas drifted in all directions.

At this moment, everyone present was petrified, forgetting the words, Yang Yue actually slashed Song Yunpeng alive with a sword, the scene just now was too fast, and only a few people with advanced cultivation saw that scene clearly.

They saw Yang Yue holding a pitch-black sword with no blade and slashing at Song Yunpeng, slashing from his head to his crotch, cutting it in half like cutting a watermelon. At the moment when the blood flower appeared, the eyes of a few people froze, and they finally found the sharp and transparent sword body.

Chengying sword, net weight of 860 pounds, when it is baked, Jiao is divided into shadows, geese fall and forget to return, only see the hilt of the sword, do not see the body of the sword, only when killing people there is a sword shadow......

Yang Yue's mind once again sounded the introduction of the Xuanbing Pavilion shopkeeper to the Chengying Sword, if it wasn't for the power of the Chengying Sword just now, I was afraid that he would not be able to succeed so easily, and now that Song Yunpeng had been ambushed, the third type of the Mad Demon Sword Technique was naturally useless.

"You wicked obstacle, return my son's life."

A vigorous and powerful angry shout came, and the great coercion shrouded Yang Yue, and Song Qingshan, the head of the Song family, only recovered from the huge grief and shock at this time, and a strong killing intent surged out of his body, and his five fingers were covered in the air, sharp as a knife, and strangled towards Yang Yue's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Old thief Song, you are shameless." Yang Shuo was immediately furious, and his body burst out to save his son, the light and shadow flashed, and a figure was faster than him, blocking Yang Yue like a ghost, and slapped Song Qingshan upside down with one palm.

The person who made the move was the young envoy of the Tiangang Sect, he looked at Song Qingshan, the head of the Song family, with a frosty face, and said indifferently: "Life and death in the ring are fateful, this is the rule of the Tiangang Sect to accept disciples, besides, your son did not admit defeat in advance, no wonder others, Yang Yue is already a disciple of my Tiangang Sect, if you dare to kill me, don't blame me for being polite." ”

At the same time, the beautiful female holy envoy also appeared on Yang Yue's side, faintly meaning to protect him, Yang Yue's one-on-two victory itself shows that he has a strong talent and amazing potential, such a person, the sect naturally has to protect it.

What's more, the two of them also have a task, and if the twenty new disciples brought back to the sect are too weak, it will directly affect the treatment and remuneration of the two.

They had some regrets just now that they didn't stop Yang Yue in time, causing a young master of the sixth stage of qi refining like Song Yunpeng to fall, if Yang Yue was killed again at this moment, then they could only bring back some rookie disciples with ordinary qualifications, so Yang Yue was very important to them.

"Humph! My son will not die in vain, and the person who kills my son will send him to hell, and he will not escape the first day of junior high school, but he will not escape the fifteenth. ”

Song Qingshan's face was hideous and distorted, staring at Yang Yue with great resentment, eager to eat his flesh raw, the revenge of killing his son had made him almost lose his reason, but the two Tiangang Sect holy envoys were here, he couldn't do it, and he left a strong threat when he rolled up the broken body of his third son Song Yunpeng and left here.

"Old thief Song, if you don't care about your face, I will destroy your descendants." Yang Shuo shouted at Song Qingshan's back, his words were also full of cold threats, if something happened to Yang Yuezhen, he wouldn't mind killing Song Qingshan's other two sons by himself.

The young holy envoy and the beautiful holy envoy exchanged glances, and they both saw a little sorrow in each other's eyes, the original top twenty powerful martial artists were seriously injured by Yang Yue, and one was killed, and Han Fei had many broken meridians on his body, and he would have to recuperate in a hospital bed for at least three or five years before he could hope to recover.

They obviously couldn't wait for Han Fei for three or five years, they had to bring twenty powerful newcomer disciples back to the sect before they could get a rich reward from the sect.

"Senior Sister Zichen, now there are only nineteen rookie disciples left, and there is still one left, what do you say?" The young envoy looked at the beautiful envoy and asked for advice. The ears of all the newcomer disciples, including Yang Yue, moved, and people paid attention to and loved beautiful things, the name of this beautiful fairy-like character was Zi Chen, but he didn't know what his surname was.

Fairy Zichen frowned slightly, and glared at Yang Yue angrily, "It's all your fault that this guy has to challenge the two of you, and now even twenty is not enough." ”

Belch...... Yang Yue suddenly contaminated, the truth seems to be true, if he only challenges one, then it is exactly twenty places, but he has a free temperament, his mind is lively, there are not so many rules and regulations, he looked at the female holy envoy with a smile and said: "This is easy to do, check and fill in the gaps, find a suitable person to fill in the gaps." ”

The female holy envoy immediately gave him a beautiful roll of the eyes, and reprimanded: "What you said is easy, after two rounds of competition today, the defeated people were all injured, so it is not easy to make up the quota." ”

Yang Yue smiled brightly, "That's not necessarily, I've been watching the first two games, and although one of them was defeated, he wasn't too seriously injured." ”

"Who?" The young envoys on the side couldn't help but ask, they were all concerned about the victor before, who would put their minds on the loser.

The corners of Yang Yue's mouth pulled out a bright smile, and he spat lightly: "Spider-Man, Shamo." ”

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