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Xu Yue called anxiously, like a bird that had been frightened: "Senior sister, I'm injured." ”

"No matter how powerful your senior sister is, she is only practicing the seventh-layer cultivation of qi, and there are more than one or two people practicing the seventh-layer cultivation of qi in the arena, she has used up the spirit talisman, and her strength is naturally the same as that of ordinary people, not to mention that this time she met the fourth-ranked Que Su, she does not have the spirit talisman, so she naturally can't take much advantage of her strength." The yellow eyebrows are calm, and Bai Mengling can still fight with Que Su in this situation, which is not too bad.

"It would be nice if Uncle Meng was here." Xu Yue said worriedly.

"It's impossible for him to fight, two people are protected from fighting in the ring, and third people are not allowed to fight." Huang Mei said that he remembered the first person who was eliminated two days ago, this guy is really good at using the rules, and the woman's fifth-level cultivation is also the lowest cultivation in this registration.

That's why women can attract the sympathy of many people. But it's a pity that I met the cold-blooded demon king of Meng Fang. Meng Fang didn't waste his efforts, so he easily smiled at the head of the person who sent it to the door.

Huang Meixiang glanced at Meng Fang from the corner of his eyes, and his eyes froze suddenly.

This will be released no longer cowering in the formation, sneaking out of the formation, and is confronting a person.

The person facing off was Zhao Shuqing, who was also ranked fourth.

"Are you going to start?"

Huang Mei's heart jumped, and he read: "You make up your mind to hide for the first three days to preserve your strength, and on the fourth day, wait until other people's means are almost consumed before you do it." ”

Suddenly, the yellow eyebrows looked forward to how Meng Fang would bloom his coquettishness.

in the arena.

Liu Shuqing looked coldly at the opponent on the opposite side, and took a closer look at the opponent's other brand on his waist, No. 222, this number is special, but he is not impressed.

"You dare to stop me? It's the second stupid thing you'll ever do. Liu Shuqing frowned coldly and said: "Since you are willing to send it to the door, you are welcome, my target is Wang Liang, who is the first place, and you are in my way." ”

Liu Shuqing's right hand opened, and the fan he held in his palm came out.

A roll of clear light flowed out of the fan, and the clear light continued to flow, and finally gathered about the width of the door leaf.

"Fan!"

Liu Shuqing flipped it with his hand, and the light fan the size of the door immediately danced up. When pressed, the air flow instantly rolls around, forming a belt of valley mouth crack wind, the wind around the long invasion, the power of which is extremely fierce, that is, the gravel on the ground is rolled up under this fan.

Standing in the wind, it felt like standing in the middle of a storm, and his legs were weightless, as if he was about to be uprooted by the wind.

Taking advantage of this strong wind, Liu Shuqing smiled with cracked lips, and quietly turned out a small box with his right hand.

Inside the box is a small sword, which is turquoise in color.

Liu Shuqing recited a series of incantations in his mouth, and the little sword didn't need him to reach out and take it, so he flew out of the sword box.

"Sacrificial Sword!"

It was not Meng Fang who said these two words, but the yellow eyebrow makeup outside the array. Huang Meixiang has never had the heart to care about Meng Fang, and he took a thoughtful look at Meng Fang when he saw Meng Fang sneak out of the formation.

"Sacrificial sword? What is a sacrificial sword? Li Ke originally wanted to wait for Huang Meixiang to answer his question, but he looked at Huang Meixiang, who was just silent, but he didn't mean to speak again.

Chu Lanting was also puzzled.

"Under normal circumstances, the thickness of the spiritual power of a monk in the Qi training period is scattered all over the body, and before the foundation is built, no matter how thick the spiritual power is, it is impossible to sacrifice the spirit sword out of thin air." The old man explained in detail.

Li Ke was a little grateful to the old man for answering his doubts this time, and he continued to ask: "Then this person can control the spirit sword out of thin air, isn't it very powerful?" ”

"He can be ranked fourth and eliminate more than a dozen people, which is enough to prove his strength." Said the elderly.

Chu Lanting asked, "Since you said that a Qi cultivation period cultivator can't sword a flying sword, but he did it, how did he do it?" ”

"First of all, his spirit sword is very small, and this small spirit sword is no bigger than a bamboo leaf, so the weight of the spirit sword has shrunk, and the weight of the load has also been reduced. Second, his flying sword is kept in a sword box, and the sword box is not simple, it is made of the shell of a thousand-year-old spirit turtle, among which the spirit is warm and warm, and it is the most suitable for warmth. Third, the material of this sword itself is also different, this sword is tempered from the brain bones of the spirit monkey. ”

The old man said slowly: "This skull itself is a place where the spirit is stored, and the skull of the spirit monkey is the most intelligent skull among all beasts, so it is naturally not a very ordinary material. Combined with the above situations, it is also very normal for this sword to be sacrificed by Liu Shuqing. ”

"Isn't this a trick to deal with?" Li Ke said.

The old man shook his head and smiled, "Maybe your master is more difficult to deal with." ”

Li Ke was puzzled and looked at the arena.

Meng was placed in the eye of the wind, the green fan continued to fan, and the wind kept blowing, and it was difficult to settle down steadily.

But it's nothing.

As early as when he rushed in, he was already holding the spirit sword.

This spirit sword was in the hand, and the spiritual power of the whole body suddenly flowed into the arm from the meridians everywhere, and finally injected into the spirit sword in the hand.

The words and chapters of the [Fine Water Meandering Flowing Wind Long Song Chapter] in the spirit sword suddenly came into operation. Each font is like a small water pattern, and each small water pattern continues to converge, and finally it is like a stream converging the Yangtze River and the sea rolling up.

The sword body outside the spirit sword gave birth to a pattern of water light flow circles.

Each flow circle swings outward, forming a spacing.

One stripe spacing is spaced by the other.

The spacing squeezed the wind, forcibly squeezing a clearing out of the wind.

Meng Fang stood with his sword, as if he had a sword in his hand, and tore through it the band of the wind that blew it.

The spiritual power was full of accumulation, and Meng Fang let out a long howl.

"Up!"

His voice was thick and loud, like a long song pulled out of his throat.

In the midst of the strong wind, the sword in his right hand leaned forward, and pressed down against the wind.

It seems to stand up to thousands of troops and go against the tide, and gallop up against thousands of horses.

The strength and thickness of the spiritual power burst out strongly at this moment.

There seemed to be a small explosion of air in the body.

The exploding waves of air pushed back the lines of water and light.

This backline formed a great counterforce, forcibly pushing away the oncoming wind.

Looking from the outside of the field, it seemed that a resentful and counter-current light suddenly exploded in Meng Fang's body, and the light pushed strongly, instantly pushing the blue light wind flow that pressed over to disperse.

The headwind is over, and the chaos is not dispersed.

The sea will rise, the wind will sweep the tide, the river will lap on both sides, and the wind will sing.

Meng Fang held a sword and slashed back.

The sword light flowed, and it came out of his hand, pulling out a wave about half a meter wide and about a zhang long in the middle of the screen, and the wave blade passed through the entire screen and pushed backwards.

Such as a long dragon swimming against the waves, or an arrow breaking through the water.

The glaucomic screen fan is like a piece of glass, which is shattered when it is hit by a streamer.

Liu Shuqing was shocked, and his face changed: "The thickness of the spiritual power of the nine stones." ”