Mu Fengya's face was cold, the floating bangs were cut off a few, a chill suddenly appeared on the back, a strong wind came out from behind, and immediately noticed that something was wrong, "the shadow covers the sun", a black pillar of light suddenly rose from all around, and the swirling meteor dart slashed on the black pillar, and then bounced away, but it seemed to be a satellite positioning, and it shot from an unknown place, ding ding.

The ghost's body was not slow, and his hands condensed two silver rays of light and slashed out, ding, but he was shot away by the shadow of the sun, and he was helpless for a while. Mu Fengya's face turned pale, such a large consumption was unsustainable, the black pillar of light shot out like ten thousand black swords, and the black speckled shadows on the soles of her feet moved forward, reaching out countless slender tentacles, grabbing at the ghost, but they were easily dodged.

Ghost Ling'er's complexion changed greatly, and his palms pulled out countless water blooms that rippled layer by layer, and countless dark red sword shadows continued to disappear in the waves, and the strange thing was that those black tentacles were not affected by the blue water patterns, and the situation took a sharp turn. Countless blue water arrows erupted from the body, shooting in reverse.

Mu Fengya's figure flickered and disappeared, the black sword shadow, and the water arrow shot around, causing a commotion again, and they used their means one after another, and there were several stupid geese who were seriously injured and spit blood in their mouths. The ghost's entire body flew upside down and fell heavily to the ground, and the whirling meteor dart lost control and fell to the ground.

"Mufeng Yasheng"!

Ghost Ling'er's face was extremely cold, his expression was a little depressed, and he slowly got up, but no one around went up to help, looking extremely lonely. Ning Que really couldn't stand it, the two women were playing, the two women next to them were chattering, arguing non-stop, one dodged, and helped the ghost, but the other party didn't appreciate it, and pushed Ning Que, but he couldn't push it away, but he still glared at Ning Que unhappily, stretched out one hand, and the meteor dart flew back into his hand.

Ning Que said: "It's okay, right? Victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers, don't care." Obviously, Ghost Ling'er didn't appreciate it, her expression was indifferent, staring at Mu Fengya motionlessly, Ning Que could only helplessly carry her to the seat, Ghost Ling'er symbolically struggled a few times before she slowly calmed down, but her face was still very bad and she was not convinced.

The referee said again: "After a pillar of incense, Ning Que said to Zhang Piaoran. As soon as he finished speaking, he glanced at the person in the audience, who was not young, a few vertical steps, jumped behind Zhang Piaoran, and pressed his palm against the other party's vest, and a powerful blue light poured into his dantian, gurgling, and then a pill was stuffed into his mouth.

Ning Que's eyes narrowed into slits, just as the so-called enemies were extremely red when they met, but the other party's face was as pale as jade, chic and natural, and Ning Que seemed a little childish. However, people with eyes can see that Zhang Piaoran will not just forget it, old hatred and new hatred, plus those in the audience who support the Yinglei Society, all shouting non-stop, like a vegetable market rushing to the market, shouting and cheering for Zhang Piaoran, but there is a murderous aura in the voice, it seems that it will not be good.

With a bag of cigarettes, the two fought fiercely, Zhang Piaoran's sword and sword made it sprinkled with joy, quite heroic, and Ning Que had to be forced to defend, occasionally interspersed with some attacks, but it was easily dodged.

Ning Que had a cold face, the earthy yellow armor on his body could be said to be leakless, plus the blessing of the earth-colored light shield on the dragon shield, he took the stormy attacks one by one, and the qi and blood churned so badly that it seemed that the bones of his whole body had been loosened again, and his skin and flesh were numb. I felt a chill in my heart, it was really an inch long and an inch strong, an inch short and an inch dangerous, if it weren't for the fact that my own earth practice was already in the middle of the third order, and the earth spirit aura was condensed extremely terrifyingly, I am afraid that I would be defeated in a few moves.

These disciples, none of them are simple characters, usually the Beast Refining Tower doesn't perform much, and they are even hidden, at the critical moment, they hit head-on, and they know that they are so powerful. If you don't have the Dark Devil's Journey, you won't even be able to get into the top five.

Zhang Piaoran gasped twice, a high-intensity attack just now had made him a little tired, and this kid was covered with a layer of turtle shell, which could not be broken by ordinary means, thinking about the fact that Xuansha suppressed him yesterday, so that he had no backhand, I couldn't believe it, I don't know what kind of method the other party used to break through the defense of this turtle shell and hurt the other party? Could it be that the strength of his attack was not enough? Thinking of this, there is a little coolness in his heart, it is already water, and his softness, ingenuity, and toughness are naturally superior, but this fierce way is weaker than others, which is also his fatal shortcoming, once he encounters a master like Ning Que who defends against terror, it is like tickling.

After fighting for a while, the result was the same, Zhang Piaoran's eyebrows were slightly clustered, and the fiery Yinglei Society also slowly faded from the cheers and shouts of the heat, and felt a chill in his heart, thinking that he would have the upper hand, but he couldn't break the defense, which was also the most aggrieved, the sword was as fast as thunder and lightning, endless.

On the contrary, Yao Bingyu calmed down from her panic and fear, but Yan Ruyu next to her showed a little worry from her calmness.

Ning Que also gradually realized that something was wrong, Zhang Piaoran's attack was sparse and ordinary at first, and it was densely scattered on all parts of the body like rain, but the further back, the position touched by the sword actually gathered in one place, and the yellow armor slowly cracked, not only that, but the muscles and bones in the body were worn out in the aura that penetrated again and again, and the pain was unbearable. However, Ning Que is not without countermeasures, and every time he moves his body, as much as possible to prevent the other party from slashing in one place.

The dragon shield also kept burning the red flame, and the pace under his feet also increased, the moment he attacked, Ning Que did not dodge, and used the red flame running tiger fist with his backhand, intending to resist this blow, and seriously injured the opponent with his backhand, Zhang Piaoran took the initiative to retreat, the sword was like a dream, the sword shadow and the sword shadow were intertwined, and the movements such as splitting and stabbing were extremely sharp, but it was difficult to shake Ning Que's defense.

After a pillar of incense, Ning Que was a little lucky, although his control of skills was still too low, and the difference between him and these people who had been honed all year round was not half a star, but he had excellent defense and excellent physical fitness, otherwise he would have been defeated.

Sure enough, the strength achieved overnight is still insufficient compared to those polished bit by bit, and there may not be any gap with those laymen, but compared with the children of these big families, and these people who pursue their own perfection, the gap cannot be compared. The main thing is to look at the problem from a different angle, outside that

Some mud legs, all the mind is on the exercises and spirit stones and other resources, how can they still pick fat and thin, and worry about every action for themselves all day long? Not to mention that there is no special person to guide them, and there is no idle time, so the gap in this interior is not enough to remember.

Ning Que could only sigh, whether it was Xuansha, Zhang Piaoran, or Mu Fengya, every drop of polishing of the move was ridiculously strong, and suddenly, so was the ghost, could it be that this woman's identity and status were also terrible?

"Ann dare to lose his mind?"

Suddenly, a sword shadow pierced Ning Que's door, a drop of cold sweat slipped down from the center of his eyebrows, he dodged on his back, and rubbed it against his chest from above, like the sound of grinding an axe, dangerous and dangerous. The shadow of the knife came first, and with a bang, it was heavily draped on Ning Que's chest and abdomen, and the strength drilled directly into the chest, Ning Que fell to the ground, his legs stirred, and he swept the opponent's lower plate like iron tongs.

The whole person got up suddenly like a loach, desperately approaching the other party, in the square inch, the power of the dragon shield was revealed, not giving the other party a chance at all, the fiery fist shadow technique is free, obviously, to be faster than others to a grade, Zhang Piaoran is in danger, want to get out of the predicament, but Ning Que does not give the other party a chance to pull away at all, the fist is parried, less than thumb width from the chest, the fist shadow suddenly changed, turned into a sharp claw, under a grab, a blood-colored flower appeared on the chest, blood flowed like a note, seeping out of a blue light soft armor on his chest。

"So insidious". Someone in the audience immediately shouted, it was the person from Yinglei Society.

"Fool, this is called being unguardable, this son is not limited to form, his fists and claws are free, he is a seedling. Someone exclaimed.

Ning Que did not relax his vigilance because of his injury, nor did he give him any respite, the moves were as fierce as a wolf, and unconsciously even the earth armor around his body was dispersed, in order to make the aura run more smoothly and the moves were more skillful and coherent, in one go.

After more than a dozen moves, Ning Que's eyes narrowed, and the other party retreated one after another, but he was at ease, the blue soft armor on his body was extremely powerful, and several attacks were turned away by the soft armor that came out of the bloom, leaving no trace. The two attacked and defended, retreated and advanced. The green vines at his elbows also spread, binding his sword and figure, making him unable to get out.

If you fight like this, I'm afraid that the aura will be exhausted and you won't be able to tell the winner, and suddenly the spirit moves, using both hands and feet, blocking it to prevent the opponent from retreating from the wings, forcing him to push back, but there is an end to the back, but a few zhang, thinking about this, sure enough, the other party retreated to the edge little by little, Ning Que grinned, and the fist shadow was overwhelming, so that the other party could only be tired of running, and his strength was strong, as if he was howling angrily.

(End of chapter)