Mo Xian smiled gloomily and looked at the serial number in his hand, it was one thousand nine hundred and eighty-five!

Fu Feng looked at Mo Xian's sneer, and his heart chuckled, it was not that he was not an opponent, but that Mo Xian was able to fight with him to lose both, this woman's cultivation was a big step higher than herself, and she was a pseudo-immortal bloodline, and her real strength would not be too inferior to herself.

The most important thing is that in front of so many big guys, you can use Fuling to intercept empty hands?

If Fu Feng doesn't want to die, he must not use it, otherwise someone must be able to trace his true cultivation secret technique, although it is possible that someone will find out his identity, but if his identity is exposed, the danger may be greater, and it may lead to the reappearance of real gods and demons.

The things that happened in the Xianmen Mountains back then are still vivid.

Fu Feng took a deep breath, stared at Mo Xian, the corners of his mouth raised, patted his chest with his big hand, and rubbed it gently, the appearance of the cheap smile made Mo Xian almost go berserk.

Mo Xian's corset is still in Fufeng's hand.

Click......

Mo Xian Powder clenched his fists, and the killing intent soared to the sky.

Just when Mo Xian and Fufeng were secretly fighting, the sixth game had already begun, and a young man came out in order to get the Divine Lotus, and his spear grabbed the air and tore the order.

Rumble!!

Fufeng's figure flickered, and the third layer of the Emperor's Fengyun Step almost made him move through the air.

Bang!!

Rumble......

Fufeng showed no mercy, and swept the enemy's head with a stick, shattering his skull, and the terrifying fire burned everything, burning the corpse into nothingness.

Scene 7......

Scene 8......

Fufeng's consumption is getting more and more, faster and faster, these masters can't kill Fufeng, but they can quickly consume his strength.

Yihou and Zhencang Daoren frowned, these madmen, knowing that they were not Fufeng's opponents, knew that they were dead when they rushed up, but they still didn't know whether they were alive or dead, which would only cheapen others.

After the tenth game, Fufeng did not hesitate to consume his strength in order to solve it quickly, and the strength in his body quickly consumed to about fifty percent.

They still pounced on them without hesitation, not giving Fufeng a chance to breathe.

Everyone's style of play is the same way of playing.

In the fifteenth game, Fufeng cut off the enemy's body with a stick, the momentum was surging and overwhelming, and his eyes were like beasts.

Goo-goo......

Fufeng drank a few sips of the elixir jade liquid, and immediately swallowed a Spirit Buddha Pill, not even having a chance to refine, and the real master came into play.

Moxian, Sixteenth!

Recite!!

The immortal sword in Mo Xian's hand was raised, and the sword aura soared to the sky, and the peerless face under the white veil was extremely heavy.

Fufeng slowly took a step back, waved his big hand, and signaled, "Let's move slowly." ”

Mo Xian threatened in a cold voice, "Do you regret it? You surrender, I'll give you a chance!"

"No, no, no...... I want to remind you that I want the whole world to know about us?" Fufeng whispered.

It is said to be a small voice, but in the face of so many strong people, the wind and grass can't escape from their ears, not to mention that the sound of helping the wind is not very small.

Mo Xian replied angrily, "What do we have to do?"

Oops......

Fu Feng said with a look of grievance, "You really don't recognize people when you put on your pants, I won't say much about this Qiankun pot, do you want me to take out that dress too?"

Not?

Many people look like they understand and talk about it.

"Do they have a leg?"

"It's possible, the Qiankun pot is a treasure of the immortal family, and it is filled with Qiankun, which many bigwigs can't get, Fufeng actually has it, it must have been given by Mo Xian. ”

"What kind of clothes did you say Moxian gave Li Fufeng?"

"It must be intimate clothes......

......

Airplanes!!

Mo Xian's brain buzzed, and it almost exploded, his eyes flickered, and he almost fainted.

Fufeng grinned, and did not take the initiative to attack, but hoped that Mo Xian could take the initiative to admit defeat, as long as Mo Xian withdrew, there was only one ghost cultivator Nie Jie, no matter how dangerous it was, he would lose both, and the one who won in the end would definitely be himself, if Mo Xian fought to the death, it would be different.

"Xian'er...... It's different who advances to the semifinals? What's more, you still have a resurrection card, and the promotion quota will be given to me, okay?" Fufeng said gently.

Wow......

Rub and rub......

Mo Xian almost fell, and took several steps back, staring at Fufeng with his eyes, as if he knew him for the first time.

"Li Fufeng!"

Mo Xian roared word by word.

"You're ruining my reputation!"

Fu Feng was serious and said solemnly, "Don't hide it, it's not a bad thing to let everyone know about us!"

Recite!!

Mo Xian was furious, the fairy sword soared into the sky, and the fairy light went against the sky.

"If you dare to do it, I'll take that thing out and let my uncle give us a review. ”

After speaking, Fu Feng also looked at Mo Tianlong, as if it was indeed something.

Bang!!

Mo Tianlong slapped his palm on the chair, looked at Fufeng gloomily, and said coldly, "Xian'er, stop, I want to see with my own eyes what Li Fufeng can come up with, insulting my little girl's reputation in public like this is insulting my immortal clan!"

Li Fufeng looked at Mo Xian and said aggrievedly, "This is what 'our father' asked me to take...... Do you want to throw in the towel?"

How dare Mo Xian let Fufeng take out the corset, if he really took it out, his life would be over, who in the world didn't know?

"You're going to die!"

Recite!!

Woohoo——————————

Rumble!!

The ink immortal sword swept the heavens, the immortal law volleyed into the air, and the ten thousand sword shadows tore through the void.

This is the real elite.

Shout!!

Fufeng shouted as he ran, "Murder your husband!"

Woooo

Bang bang bang!!

Fufeng turned into lightning and dodged the qi sword, but he couldn't dodge it and broke it with a stick, but unfortunately the scope of the ring was too small, which was a bit of a loss for him.

Rumble!!

The stick dragon turned into a fire dragon, tore everything, and hedged with the divine phoenix, the stick and the sword body, and quickly consumed the strength of the two.

Supporting the wind to control the stick with air, defeating the gods in the sky, destroying the withered and decaying.

The ink immortal uses the law to resist the sword, the fairy sword breaks the soul and destroys the void!

Rumble!!

Wow......

The air is soaring, this narrow ring, there is not much room to avoid, and if the strength is exhausted, you will definitely die!

Rub and rub......

Rumble!!

Fufeng's bloodline erupted, and a punch slammed into the head of the war stick, and the tail of the stick shattered the mountains and rivers, hitting the tip of the sword.

It is roughly the same as the scene of the fight with Moxian that day, but it is more dangerous.

Bang!!

The cold mangs of the wind flickered, the strength of the stick, and the pressed fairy sword flew upside down, constantly approaching the body of the ink immortal.

"By your corset......"

Whew——————————

Fu Feng shook his hand, and the corset rushed out, heading straight for Mo Xian.

Mo Xian was furious, and he didn't catch his breath, coughing up blood and retreating.

"Deadly Serial Kick!"

Bang bang bang!!

Fufeng's long legs grabbed the air, and every kick was kicked on the stick, the stick was shocking, devastating, crushing the fairy sword, plus Mo Xian was almost angry to death because of the appearance of the corset, and he lost control on the spot.

"Li Fufeng! I won't kill you, I won't be a man!"

Mo Xian roared violently, his figure turned into a sharp sword, drew an arc from the void, reached out and grabbed the sharp sword, the sword move changed, and ten thousand swords returned to the sect, stabbing Fufeng's throat.

"Chaotian, Divine Technique!"

Rumble!!

The wind is one with a stick, with both feet on the ground, and a stick sweeps a thousand times.

Bang!!

Boom ————————

The battle stick is like a broken bamboo, shocking the rainbow for eternity, and the fairy sword is in the middle.

Airplanes!!

Wow......

The terrifying energy exploded, like a star exploding itself, and the light annihilated everything, and the stabbing person could not open his eyes through the barrier.

Rub and rub......

Fufeng took dozens of steps back, and stepped on the enchantment on his toes, only then did he stabilize his pace.

Rumble!

Yes......

The immortal sword in Mo Xian's hand came out of his hand, and his body slammed into the enchantment.

Puff......

Mo Xian knelt on the ground and coughed up blood, and the mystery of the laws of the immortal family surrounded his body.

"I use the name of an immortal, burn my immortal soul, and strengthen my immortal power!

Mo Xian clenched his fists and struggled to stand up, the killing intent in his eyes was unprecedentedly powerful, almost condensing the substance.

Fufeng watched Mo Xian's momentum getting stronger and stronger, and couldn't help but be shocked, this thing is trying to fight hard!