Xiongmo's wrist trembled, and three sword shadows appeared, and three consecutive slashes slashed at the golden hoop stick like lightning.

Su Zhe only felt an invisible force attacking, his arms were sore, and the golden hoop rod in his hand almost came out of his hand.

He stepped back again and again before he managed to grab the golden hoop stick, which was the first time he was repelled head-on since he came on.

Xiongmo took advantage of the situation to pursue, jumped high and slashed down.

Su Zhe was not surprised, but rejoiced, and let out a long roar: "Happy!" ”

The golden hoop rod in his hand was superimposed with four forces, and it smashed towards the blade.

With a "bang", the head of the stick hit the blade, and the machete tilted backwards.

Su Zhe's stick body shook, and the head of the stick conjured nine stick shadows, smashing into nine key points on Xiongmo's body.

Xiongmo couldn't dodge, but although he was not shocked, he took a deep breath, the sword flashed, and he slashed at Su Zhe with the momentum of overcoming thorns and thorns.

With the idea of losing both, he surrounded Wei to save Zhao.

A smile appeared on the corner of Su Zhe's mouth, and when the machete was about to slash his head, his body suddenly twisted strangely, avoiding the blade.

The golden hoop stick in his hand was against Xiongmo's throat.

Xiongmo put down the knife in his hand without being humble or arrogant, "I lost, thank you for your mercy!" ”

"Take!" Su Zhe took back the golden hoop stick and hugged his fists and saluted, such a person deserves his respect.

Xiongmo returned the salute with his fists, his eyes flashing with perseverance: "Looking forward to fighting again next time!" ”

"Me too!" Su Zhe and he looked at each other and smiled, and spontaneously felt a sense of sympathy, from Xiongmo's body, he seemed to see the shadow of the knife without regrets.

No. 4 came to the stage silently, and gave a fist salute with an expressionless face: "No. 4 blue wolf, come and learn!" ”

At this moment, no one dares to underestimate Su Zhe, and when he comes to power, he is all courteous, this is the respect that the strong deserve.

Others are polite, Su Zhe naturally does not return rudeness, although No. 4's paralyzed face made him very unhappy, but he still returned the salute with a fist.

The blue wolf flashed a silver soft whip: "This is my weapon, the Dementor Whip, be careful." ”

Su Zhe couldn't help but have a good impression of the blue wolf, and the soul whip, as the name suggests, will have an effect on the soul when attacking.

If the blue wolf doesn't say it, Su Zhe may suffer a dark loss if he can't take it off guard, but since he said it in advance, it shows that he is above board.

Maybe he has said a lot of insulting things when facing challengers before, but that doesn't mean that his character is not good.

The demon clan is a world where the strong are respected, only the strong can be respected, and those who have no strength will only be ignored.

"Please!" Su Zhe's golden hoop stick has no additional functions, so there is no need to explain it in advance to prove that he is righteous and bright.

The wolf's eyes lit up, his crazy battle intent boiled, his hand shook, and the soul whip was like a dragon going out to sea, and he pulled his head towards Su Zhe.

The whistling sound of the whip was faintly tinged with a soul-stirring and terrible color, Su Zhe's spirit was shocked, and his heart was shocked.

It is worthy of the soul whip, and as soon as Pu launches it, it captures people's souls and makes his movements slow down.

"Drink!" Su Zhe's tongue burst into spring thunder, and he let out a loud shout, and the soul affected by the soul whip returned to stability.

Holding Yuan Shouyi, the soul whip could no longer affect him, and the golden hoop stick in his hand came first, smashing the yellow dragon.

Perhaps because he was accustomed to using the sword and blood thorn, Su Zhe's favorite attack action when fighting was still slashing and stabbing.

Even in order to hide his identity, he still habitually pounds and smashes when fighting with the golden hoop stick.

The blue wolf seemed to have discovered his habit a long time ago, and he retreated a few steps back unhurriedly, and the whip flashed, and the soft whip was as straight as a sword, stabbing straight at Su Zhe's throat.

The whip was more than two zhang long, and the golden hoop rod was only about one zhang, and the blue wolf retreated beyond the length of the golden hoop rod, but the soul whip was able to pierce Su Zhe's throat.

In fact, Su Zhe could have suddenly made the golden hoop stick longer, and smashed the blue wolf's throat before the soul whip stabbed him.

But he didn't explain in advance that the golden hoop stick still has the function of becoming arbitrary, even if he wins, he can't win.

What's more, the golden hoop rod was transformed by the divine martial order, and he didn't dare to change it arbitrarily in front of the high priest, so that he could see the flaws.

Now he was in danger, the Soul Whip followed him like a shadow, and it also had a locking function, and wherever he hid, the whip sword would stab him in the throat.

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and just when everyone's hearts were hanging in their throats, Su Zhe suddenly stretched out two fingers of his left hand and clamped the whip between the electric light and flint, unable to take a single step further.

At this moment, the whip was less than an inch away from his throat, and the skin on his throat was stimulated by the momentum of the whip sword.

The blue wolf's face changed, and he pulled hard, trying to break free of Su Zhe's fingers, but he never thought that the place between his fingers stood still and couldn't pull a bit.

Su Zhe smiled slightly: "Come and don't be rude!" ”

With a throw of his right hand, he threw the golden hoop rod into the air, and when he fell, he patted it lightly, and the golden hoop rod stabbed towards the blue wolf like a peerless sword.

The blue wolf looked solemn, he didn't have the skill between Su Zhe's fingers, where did he dare to make a hard connection, he could only flash to the side.

But he underestimated Su Zhe's methods, the golden hoop stick followed him like a shadow, and it also locked on him, he couldn't dodge anywhere, not to mention that he still had a soul whip in his hand, and the space to dodge was limited.

The wolf's face changed completely, and the golden hoop rod was no longer a stick in his eyes at this moment, but a sharp sword that could pierce the sky.

With one hand, he was not sure that he could block it, and in desperation, he could only give up the soul whip in his hand.

A wolf howl came out of his mouth, turning into a huge demon wolf, waving his two front paws, forming a visible vortex in the air, constantly consuming the momentum of the golden hoop stick.

Su Zhe watched this scene with interest, this was the first time he had used the Divine Sense Sword that his father had left him.

Under the control of his divine sense, the golden rod was like an arm, constantly bombarding the air vortex formed by the blue wolf.

This vortex can constantly dissolve the enemy's attack force, but it is also a means of saving life.

It's a pity that the blue wolf didn't know that Su Zhe's golden hoop stick was controlled by his divine sense, and he continued to consume demon yuan power to form an air vortex, but found that the power of the golden hoop stick had not weakened at all.

This made him frightened, and the thick threat of death made him go wrong in his hurry, and his left front paw was slightly beaten, and the air vortex appeared a hole.

Without hesitation, the golden hoop stick drilled through the loophole and slammed into the center of the wolf's eyebrows.

The wolf's soul flew away, secretly screaming that my life is over, and he closed his eyes in despair and waited for death.

"Take!" Su Zhe's faint voice came, and the blue wolf opened his eyes only to realize that the golden hoop stick had returned to Su Zhe's hand without knowing when.

The joy of escaping death made his stiff face show a smile that was more ugly than crying, and he seriously clenched his fists and bowed: "Thank you for your mercy!" ”

"Brother Blue Wolf is polite." Su Zhe humbly bowed back.

The blue wolf nodded to him gratefully, and took the dementor whip thrown by Su Zhe and jumped off the stage.

Su Zhe's eyes lit up, and it seemed that as the ranking of the people in the Heavenly Demon Pavilion became higher and higher, his combat power seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

This gave him a great advantage in his control of power, and he was expecting that Number One would put more pressure on him, and under this pressure, he might be able to control his power to seventy percent.

Every time his control of power increases, his strength changes dramatically, and he is confident that he may not lose to him even if he fights against his uncle Su Ming now.

"No. 3 Wind Ethereal Lesson to Your Excellency!"

No. 3 Feng Yi is a gentle and elegant man, with three long beards under his chin, dragon eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a nose like a hanging gall, and a gentle smile, which makes people feel good at a glance.

Dressed in a snow-white robe, with a black fractured fan in his hand, his temperament is transcendent.

If it weren't for his dark complexion and a vertical pupil on his forehead, indicating that he was from the three-eyed crow clan, just the temperament of the fairy wind bones would make people mistakenly think that he was the son of the beautiful world.

"Brother Feng is polite, please!"

Su Zhe didn't dare to be careless, the legend says that the Three-Eyed Crow Clan represents destruction and disaster, and that vertical pupil contains the power to destroy the world and the earth, and is called the Heavenly Loathing Clan.

It means that such an inauspicious race is disgusted even by God.

Although Su Zhe didn't believe in such legends, he believed that such a terrible race must not be an ordinary person.

This made him feel a faint expectation in his heart when he was facing a great enemy, wondering if the Three-Eyed Crow Clan was really that evil.

There was a sneer on the corner of Diaoman's mouth, he knew how terrifying Feng Yi's strength was, if he didn't have to pay a lot of money every time he opened his vertical pupils, the position of deputy pavilion master would definitely not be his turn.

It's just that I don't know if in such a duel, Feng Yi will use all his strength to open his Pupil of Destruction.

Even if he didn't open the vertical pupils, with his inhuman speed, Hou San would not be happy.

The speed of the wind is very fast, not ordinarily fast, and without Su Zhe opening his eyes of the firmament, even his divine sense can only detect a faint white shadow.

Su Zhe secretly admired, closed his eyes, and relied on induction, in the unbelievable gaze, the latter came first and connected him with thirty-seven palms.

This made Su Zhe quickly perceive Feng Yi's weakness, his speed was very fast, but his strength was not strong enough.

Knowing this, he spread his feet apart, like a mainstay, and his hands kept clapping at a speed beyond the limits of human beings, increasing his strength little by little.

From the eyes of everyone, Feng Yi's speed was extremely fast, and the entire competition platform was full of his afterimages.

And Su Zhe closed his eyes tightly, like an insurmountable mountain, his hands seemed to be slow and fast, and he could always block the attack of the wind first.

There was a sound of "popping" palms coming from the competition platform, and no one knew how many palms were issued in a short period of time, but they were all blocked by Su Zhe.

The speed of the wind gradually slowed, a flush appeared on his dark face, and his breathing became rapid.

Su Zhe's face was not red or breathless, his eyes suddenly opened and a wisp of essence burst out, and he shouted: "Come and don't be rude!" ”

A mountain of palms struck out, Feng Yi's face changed to reveal a hint of struggle, and the vertical pupils between his eyebrows cracked slightly, and a devastating aura permeated.

Su Zhe's heart moved, and the power in his hand suddenly superimposed eight times, and with a "bang", the wind and vertical pupils suddenly closed, and the person flew out upside down like a kite with a broken line, crashing into the prohibition and falling to the ground.

Su Zhe was stunned to look at Feng Yi, who was still smiling with blood on the corner of his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "Why? ”

"The skills are not as good as others, I lost!" Feng Yi glanced at him deeply, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth freely, arched his hand with a smile, turned around and jumped off the stage.

Su Zhe showed a thoughtful expression, although the vertical pupils of the wind were only cracked, but the aura similar to the curse rune made the dark origin in his body cheer and was full of strong desire to devour.

In the eyes of others, Feng Yi seemed to have left his hand, and Diao Man's face was gloomy and about to drip water, and he glanced at Feng Yi with dissatisfaction.

But only Feng Yi himself knew how terrifying the aura in Su Zhe's body was at that moment just now, which gave birth to a strong warning of danger in his heart.

He believed that if he insisted on opening the vertical pupils, he would inevitably be hit hard, which was an innate intuition of danger, and his intuition told him that he could not fight, so he would rather admit defeat if he was injured and decisively close the vertical pupils.