"In the next game, we will go to Zhao Meng on our side. ”

Zhao Meng, a fourth-order martial artist.

Very strong presence.

In the Holy Church, the strength is second only to the Li Holy Church.

"I'm coming!" After a moment, taking a deep breath, Luo Lan said to Ning Xiaoxi and Li Xiaolu.

The voice fell, and he resolutely took two steps forward.

Luo Lan is also a fourth-order martial artist.

"Sister Lan!" Seeing Luo Lan appear, Li Xiaolu couldn't help but cry out worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's okay!" Turning around to send a reassuring look, Luo Lan said slowly.

"Be careful!" Ning Xiaoxi on the side could only remind.

Ning Xiaoxi knew very well in his heart that in the current situation, only Luo Lan was the most suitable to appear.

With the strength of her fourth-order martial artist, she has a chance to fight against Zhao Meng.

Luo Lan is on the field, which is the best choice for them now.

"Hehe, you're smart. Li Shengtang smiled faintly.

For them today, this is already the best choice.

Luo Lan's personality is very stable, and her shots are also quite steady.

Her weapon is a long sword.

The cold light flickered, the long hair fluttered, and in the fierce wind, there was a heroic and refreshing smell.

Her fighting style is completely different from Ning Xiaoxi's.

Ning Xiaoxi belongs to the ethereal and killing type.

Luo Lan, on the other hand, belongs to the kind of stable defensive type.

Zhao Meng, as a fourth-order martial artist, his weapon is very simple, it is the fine iron dagger given by the sect elder when he first joined the sect.

The dagger intersects with the sword.

Under the light of the setting sun, it is particularly passionate.

The battle between the two lasted less than ten minutes.

In the end, Luo Lan pierced Zhao Meng's shoulder blade with a sword.

At that last moment, Zhao Meng's dagger was almost close to Luo Lan's throat.

I just don't know why.

He didn't stab in the end.

Instead, he skillfully withdrew his hand.

This clever trick is very shady.

If you don't have a certain amount of eyesight, you can't see it.

Even characters like Zhao Lei and Li Shengtang may not be able to perceive it.

At that moment, the corners of Luo Lan's eyebrows moved, and she, who was in the middle of the game, obviously noticed this abnormality.

It's just that she didn't say anything.

"In this game, we won!" Ning Xiaoxi said lightly.

Zhao Lei frowned, obviously very dissatisfied with such a result.

Li Shengtang still smiled faintly.

There was not the slightest bit of unhappiness.

"Well, you won. Li Shengtang nodded.

"The next one, we are out of Hao Nannan. Ning Xiaoxi smiled faintly.

Her heart was relieved.

There were three more on their side who did not fight.

They are herself, Hao Nannan, and Song Xue.

In this way, there is finally a glimmer of life on my side.

Even if Hao Nannan and Song Xue lose, they can still finalize.

"On our side, Song Si is on the field. Li Shengtang said lightly.

Song Si is a fourth-order martial artist.

It was easy to deal with a Hao Nannan who only had the strength of a ninth-order peak martial artist.

It was just a move, and he directly injured Hao Nannan and admitted defeat.

In the next fifth battle, the Ice Orange side sent Song Xue, and the Li Shengtang side excluded an unknown ordinary martial artist, and Song Xue was still defeated.

"Game six, it's my turn. Ning Xiaoxi took a deep breath and finally took a step.

"It's finally time for you to appear, Ning Xiaoxi, I want to fight you, I've been looking forward to it for a long time. A smile appeared on the corner of Li Shengtang's mouth and he said slowly.

Originally, Zhao Lei thought that Li Shengtang would let his men deal with Ning Xiaoxi.

Who knows he's ready to play in person.

looked at Li Shengtang, who was about to play.

Zhao Lei's eyes showed a hint of solemnity!

Li Shengtang, as the boss of the Holy Church, no one knows how strong his strength is.

In the outer gate of the Yang Sect, he has always been extremely low-key, and no one has ever been able to figure out his strength.

Li Shengtang had already reached the strength of a fifth-order martial artist, but few people watched him make a move!

"Perhaps, today is an opportunity!" Zhao Lei thought to himself.

Seeing Li Shengtang appear, Ning Xiaoxi and Luo Lan glanced at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Li Shengtang, a fifth-order martial artist.

Ning Xiaoxi is also a fifth-order martial artist.

But Ning Xiaoxi's fighting style has traces to follow, and many people have seen it.

Li Shengtang has always hidden himself very deeply, and few people have seen him make a move.

Only half the chance to win!

Can you win?

Ning Xiaoxi was a little nervous.

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

Li Shengtang's momentum skyrocketed!

In an instant, the wind centered on him, whirling wroughly.

"Fifth Order Martial Master!" Li Shengtang!"

In the crowd of onlookers not far away, there were bursts of exclamations!

At the moment of the battle between the two sides, there were already many warriors around, and there were more and more onlookers.

In recent times, the friction between Ice Orange and Thunder has intensified.

Recently, the Templar has also stepped in, which has made the whole thing even more exciting.

A lot of people are concerned about this.

It is expected that the subsequent development of this war can be witnessed.

Feeling the momentum emanating from Li Shengtang's body, Zhao Lei's face was gloomy and terrifying.

"Holy Light Strike!"

Li Shengtang's feet flashed, his figure turned into a phantom, and his whole person was like a sharp light, rushing directly towards Ning Xiaoxi.

A great sense of danger swept through his body.

Ning Xiaoxi's hair exploded.

The true element in his body was instantly raised to the extreme, and the long sword in his hand stabbed.

"A sword of cold light!"

Ning Xiaoxi also turned into a sharp sword at this moment and rushed forward.

The two of them have already started to fight!

Ning Xiaoxi's long sword was fluttering, fast and flexible, extremely lightweight, and his white clothes were fluttering, as if a fairy was hooking her soul with every move.

On the other side, Li Shengtang waved his palms, and the air exploded one after another, opening and closing, and the palms attacked, the earth roared, and everything was dim! Fallen leaves flew, gravel flew sideways, and dust filled the sky.

Sparks fly, battles are fierce, and dangers abound, as if any moment could decide the winner or lose the battle, and it is possible to make a living life go away.

The two figures took their speed to the extreme, leaving behind a series of phantoms, and the sound of crisp and dull confrontations was endless.

The fierce battle forced the personnel on both sides to retreat one after another, once again giving up a space of hundreds of meters for the two to fight.

Thundered......

The fierce stalemate was like thunder, causing the earth to tremble, and the two finally separated, allowing people to see their figures clearly.

The two slammed into each other, and the expected long and fierce battle did not appear at all, Ning Xiaoxi spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out, while Li Shengtang fell to the ground, and there was an extra blood mark on his chest.

"Xiaoxi!" Luo Lan flew up and hugged Ning Xiaoxi in his arms.

There was an extra black burning mark on Ning Xiaoxi's chest, which was the mark that had been burned by the energy mass of the Holy Light just now.

In fact, the most powerful thing about this Holy Light Strike was that the force that erupted from that palm imprint on the opponent's body was mixed with the destructive power of energy.