The scene was a little solemn, Xiong Genglong looked anxious, his eyes were wide open, the fat on his whole body was tense, and he glared at Song Qiudao angrily.

Zizizizi.

Song Qiudao changed his left hand to hold the gun, and a stream of purple light actually flowed from the body of the gun to his left hand, and said lightly: "Brother Tai's divine power is amazing, I admire it, but next, please also note that my phantom thunder thirteen guns." ”

Ning Que looked at him with a straight face, his eyes were as bright as stars, he moved across his crotch like a herringbone, held a gun in both hands, stepped forward, and approached step by step. Ning Que did not lag behind at all, the blue light surged under his feet, and the cyan lines were drawn out of his arms, which naturally fell, his hands were claws, and his momentum sank, and he rushed away.

Boom, boom, Ning Que's claws are shaped like giant dragon probing claws, the two of them actually made a close move, the golden light of the finger claws appeared, and they rushed to the door in front of them, and the six green vines in their hands grew rapidly, winding towards the purple spear, and the blue shadow under their feet was erratic.

Song Qiudao's complexion remained unchanged, the purple spear was as soft as mud, turning into a long snake, easily escaping the locks of the green vine, shaking left and right, buzzing, and pulling half of the back of the snatch with the other hand, the purple spear turned into two sections, and a chain in the middle was connected, like a nunchuck, repelling Ning Que's faintly roaring dragon claws.

Song Qiudao's purple light became thicker and thicker, and he hit a real fire, holding back a breath of qi, and his chest was slowly expanding. Ning Que couldn't attack for a long time, although his steps were weird and changeable, and there were many afterimages, but when he encountered the opponent's instantaneous steps that went straight forward, he couldn't find half an advantage, and even the opponent's legs turned into a giant axe, lifting and splitting, Ning Que resisted with one claw, and was repelled by the giant axe that landed, and the huge force of thousands of catties on his finger claws, plus "Hun Xuanjin Acupuncture Gong", as well as Long Wei, who was added to the dragon shield, couldn't shake his leg strength, and his finger claws were like claws on steel bars.

The purple spear was full of phantoms, and the surrounding air was faintly irritable, and bursts of purple-red light swayed, hitting the grass clippings rolled up by the cyan lawn within three zhang into powder. Ning Que did not fall behind at all, "Hun Xuan Golden Needle Gong" played perfectly, under that blazing eye, accurately grabbed the true body of the purple gun, or dodged, or fought hard, or attacked its gap with a backhand, and exchanged injuries for injuries.

After a hundred moves, the two took a few steps back, with a faint excitement in their eyes, as if they had found a confidant. Others were dazzled, and the group of teenagers looked at Ning Que, from contempt at the beginning to solemnity, and finally they were already a little afraid, if they want to be recognized, they can only have strength.

Ning Que turned his claws into fists, his hands were stretched out, the raging flames were ignited, the fuse was ignited, and with a snort, the flames rushed towards his right arm at great speed, and the blue light under his feet shone brightly, like a bulldozer, staggering on the ground, turning into a streamer, and rushing straight away.

Song Qiudao was like a toad, his chest was high and bulging, as if there was a thunderous sound, his mouth was pursed, he stood away, the purple spear, and the purple light on his arms faded, and the purple light on his body disappeared, only the green tendons on his head squirmed, crawling all over his face, and the purple electric sparks made it calm

The face of the water looks hideous and terrifying.

"Purple Clam Dragon Roar"!

"Roaring Tiger"!

A purple pillar of light greeted like a fireball with a little purple in the red, with a loud bang, the grass within a zhang of the surrounding area directly turned into ashes, dusty, gunsmoke, unable to see the reality in the field, a violent momentum roared, Ning Que turned his fists into palms, the yellow circle of light in the palm of his hand was launched, forming two circular light shields in front of him, and then the two shields approached, fused into one, with that momentum, he flew three zhang upside down, staggered two steps, knelt on one knee, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

Song Qiudao stood tall, his robe had turned into ashes, revealing a pair of purple armor, protecting the vital parts, the purple spear had already been closed, standing on the ground, holding it extremely tightly with one hand, supporting the crumbling body, and panting in his mouth.

"Hahaha, win, win", there was a burst of cheers from the young man over there, and the breath he was holding back was spit out, and they all walked towards Song Qiudao.

"Slow down, Ning Que wins. An old man's figure was a little decadent, his shoulders slid down half an inch, his face was gloomy, and he said extremely unwillingly.

The young men dropped their jaws in shock, and after the smoke of gunpowder, they stood and knelt down, how could the kneeling person win? But seeing that the old man was from their side, he resisted the urge to scold his mother, and asked politely: "Senior Song, isn't Brother Song standing well?"

"Alas, Qiu Dao is now just a strong outsider, and his aura is exhausted, and the move just now has touched the bottom line, and now he has no half of his combat power, although the young man is similar, but if he continues to fight, Qiu Dao is not as good as it, and the young man seems to be born with divine power. The old man flew around, took out a pill, handed it to him, and said with a mouth full of yellow teeth: "How do you feel about being defeated by a second-order kid who has crossed the ranks?"

Song Qiudao looked up to the sky and smiled, not half decadent, but more imposing, looking at Ning Que who was getting up, and said with high morale: "Next time I fight, I will win." ”

Ning Que smiled, there was a faint spark in his eyes, it was the pride of sympathy, and he smiled: "Okay, fight again next time." "Actually, Ning Que is not afraid, now his strength can be described as a dragon and a tiger, one day at a time, the five elements cooperate, the means are endless, and the aura is profound, compared to the peak of the third order, the amount of aura is only a lot more, and he is not afraid of the middle-level spiritual cultivators at all.

Xiong Genglong smiled like a flower, his face was full of spring breeze, and he walked like a knock, and he also did the same, helped Ning Que, handed over a pill, and said in high spirits: "How?"

Ning Que slowly closed his eyes, then smiled, "Don't worry, it's just that the aura consumption is a bit large." ”

Xiong Genglong divided two by three, defeated the opponent, and returned to the original position with high spirits.

In the second round, there were only five people, and one person had a bye. The old man seemed to understand that it was useless to be careful, so he asked Ning Que and the others to smoke first. Xiong Genglong actually drew a bye, and Ning Que's opponent saw Ning Que's indifferent face,

did not show his face, took the initiative to admit defeat, and withdrew like a bag, which made people stunned.

Xiong Meng looked at the old men with straight faces, and without saying more, he walked towards the house where he was sitting in the distance and settled the two of them.

Ning Que looked at the small bridge and flowing water not far away, the branches were luxuriant, the mountains were thousands of ravines, and he was relaxed and happy, and walked into the house, the inside was relatively simple, a bed, and a few landscape paintings hung on the wall, sitting straight at the head of the bed, slowly pranayama, calming the aura in the body.

In the blink of an eye, the night slipped by.

The three of them, plus another young man with a fierce face, looked at Ning Que provocatively from time to time, sneering ruthlessly, Ning Que ignored it, jumped off the beam clown, and was too lazy to care, making the young man more and more arrogant and commanding.

Passing through a large array in the mountains, Ning Que squinted his eyes and looked at the falling waterfall in front of him, thousands of feet high, the aura was galloping, and the rhyme was shining with rainbow-like colors under the scorching sun.

Ning Que saw that on the top of the mountain, the crystal clear water splash, swaying in the wind, scattered in the spirit pond less than three zhang wide, quite a flying stream straight down 3,000 feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days, the rock walls on both sides of the waterfall grew verdant strange trees, white roots covered with washed uneven rock walls, like spider webs, the top was wet, the trees were full of fruits, emitting an attractive fragrance.

Lingliu Waterfall really lives up to its name, here is like a fairyland on earth, the weather is thousands, the mountain is full of spiritual charm, but the clear source spring flowing from the top of the mountain does not know where it comes from.

"Okay, you guys go over! Remember, don't run around, otherwise you will fall into the formation and hook up the killing machine, and you can't blame others. Xiong Meng said to Ning Que intentionally.

Ning Que trampled on the grassy path, the weeds on both sides spread to cover the path, colluding and tangling into a ball, like a knitted sweater.

With a bang, Xiong Genglong came to a dive, splashing in all directions, splashing Ning Que's face with water beads, wiping it off with one hand, taking off his coat, and stepping into it after him, feeling the essence of the Qingyuan Spring, running the five elements exercises, and the five exercises in the five organs moved together, eating away at the aura in the pool, and the aura of spiritual water around the three feet gradually faded.

Half-sounded, Ning Que squinted his eyes, the effect was average, but he was not lost, he walked towards the majestic Qingyuan Spring directly below the thousand-foot waterfall, licked his lips, and as he approached step by step, the splashed water droplets had already drenched the dry bundled hair.

The roaring spiritual water hit his chest, blocking his approach, and then when he turned around, the water vapor that fell down had a strong impact, and the spiritual energy contained in it forcibly squeezed through the pores on his back, rushing towards the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Ning Que gritted his teeth lightly, his eyes were full of greed, holding back a breath, his feet continued to move inward, his legs were deep in the pool, and his thin face was motionless under the penetrating force of swooping down, resolute and calm.

(End of chapter)