There was no notary in this battle, everyone held their breath, just at that moment, the momentum Xu Moqian showed was already oppressive, indicating that this woman was a flower with thorns, and before she could be subdued, she had to pull out the thorns on her body one by one.

Xu Moqian is not in a hurry, she has always fought, unless the difference in strength is too great, if the weak person is weak, she will let that person make the first move, but if it is a person who does not know the strength, she will go all out to avoid the saying that the boat will capsize in the gutter.

The red true yuan instantly filled the pseudo-spirit weapon big knife, and the red light with a blazing breath all poured towards Song Qing, just with the hand of the true yuan, Song Qing couldn't help but have more appreciation for this woman in his heart, this woman's true yuan, the fire attribute contained in it, must be very powerful, otherwise it would not be just with this breath, it would make him feel that the true yuan is being lost.

But his true yuan is not vegetarian, although it is not as good, but it is better in quantity, the true yuan that he cultivated in the acquired period is not as good as the true yuan in this condensation period.

Song Qing's whole body was filled with yellow light, and the light covered his body, forming a set of gold-colored armor, shining with gold-colored light, shining directly into people's eyes, making people suddenly only have gold left in their eyes, and they couldn't see anything clearly, and they lost their light for a short time.

The true yuan of the two was released, so that the people in the stands were secretly frightened, how powerful Song Qing's true yuan was, all of them had heard of it, this is the cultivation of the royal exercises, there will be such a domineering true yuan, that bright golden light, the first time the people who fought did not have any resistance, and they temporarily lost everything in front of them. And these few seconds are the moment when they attack.

Such a secret move, as long as it is someone who has never fought against it, will suffer.

Song Qing is very confident, his move, but a hundred tests, even if it is the second time to fight against him, he will suffer this kind of loss, take advantage of now, Song Qing is a little on tiptoe. The figure immediately came to the face of the beauty. It's just that this time he didn't kill him, but wanted to put the sword on the beauty's neck, so that the beauty knew who she was facing. It's not those little characters out there.

Xu Moqian at the opening. The pupils of the eyes are already spinning. Turned into two terrifying black holes, she said, she will not capsize in the gutter again. That's what it means to go all out.

The power of the Eye of Shura, this small golden light could not cover her sight at all, but on the contrary, it gave her sight a different brilliance.

Song Qing came to the face of the beauty, and the pseudo-spirit weapon sword was about to be placed on the beauty's slender neck, but at this moment, he raised his eyes to look at the beauty's face, the corners of the beauty's mouth were upturned, and the banter in his eyes made his heart be, he faintly felt that the beauty's eyes were a little special, but he didn't know where it was special, or the black and white eyes, but there was a different kind of breath, some quaint, mysterious, that kind of breath was like the breath of a long time.

Such a change surprised Song Qing, he hurriedly controlled his body, his feet suddenly became vigorous, and he burst back.

Xu Moqian sneered, it was too late, she rushed forward, her figure immediately appeared in front of Song Qing, raised the pseudo-spirit weapon broadsword, and only used the back side of the knife to slash at Song Qing's arm holding the sword.

The huge force of 100,000 catties burst out, Song Qing didn't have time to retreat, seeing the beauty's attack coming, but he found that the beauty actually used a knife to face the enemy, he thanked the beauty for his carelessness and loyalty, in his opinion, the beauty has such a slender arm, how much strength can he have, and he actually used the knife to face the enemy, so careless is not good.

Song Qing's action of preparing to retreat stopped, his left arm moved forward a gear, accepted the merciful back attack of the beauty's subordinates, and held his pseudo-spirit weapon sword tightly in his right hand, ready to resist the attack of the beauty, and immediately attacked the beauty.

Xu Moqian sneered and watched Song Qing's change of movements, she just wanted Song Qing to take it lightly, and then bear her blow, a hundred thousand catties of huge power, not everyone can enjoy it.

The back of the pseudo-spirit weapon knife collided with Song Qing's not very thick arm, unexpectedly, the two did not compete with each other, after Song Qing blocked it, he gave the beauty a blow, but it was devastating, and everyone saw that Song Qing's body flew into the distance in a straight line, of course, it was not what he wanted to fly, but was hit by someone else.

The sound of bones shattering was heard by people who were close to the martial arts platform, and all their eyes did not turn to Song Qing, but looked at the woman standing on the field with a surprised expression.

The woman shook her hand holding the pseudo-spirit weapon broadsword, and muttered: "It seems that I haven't used all my strength recently, and my strength doesn't seem to be fully exerted!" ”

The people who heard it, the corners of their mouths were twitching, so white hands holding a big knife equal to their height, it was already shocking, your blow, knocked people so far, even the bones were broken, it was shocking, but this sentence made them have no words, whether this person is a woman or a man.

Song Qing fell to the ground, the pain in his left hand made him break out in a cold sweat, and the pain of broken bones made his appreciation for this beauty turn into resentment, and his vicious eyes stared at the beauty, as if he wanted to break this beauty into pieces, but as soon as he thought about it, the injuries in his internal organs made blood overflow from the corners of his mouth.

Xu Moqian stood in place, Song Qing's strength had already made her have no idea of going all out, she looked at Song Qing, who was already seriously injured, her eyes did not change, but she was as cold as ever, and said: "Song Qing, is it necessary for us to fight?" If you throw in the towel, I can stop there and start my challenge. ”

Song Qing endured the pain in his arm, the dignity of the second prince, and now he was trampled under the feet of the woman, the resentment in his heart became deeper and deeper, he snorted coldly, his eyes were full of viciousness, and he opened his mouth and said: "Phew, do you want to go to the arms of the third brother so much?" But isn't your good friend Wei Yan still there, you can't wait like this, aren't you afraid that your old friend will be jealous? ”

"You're looking for death." Xu Moqian wielded the pseudo-spirit weapon big knife, this time she didn't use the back of the knife, but used the blade, the blade that shone with silver light, like a scythe from death, harvesting people's lives.

Xu Moqian was really angry, she dared to speak out to hurt her, she wouldn't be very angry, after all, everyone's thoughts are different, and it is impossible to control everyone's mouth, but daring to speak out to hurt her partner has already touched her bottom line. (To be continued.) )