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The cold blue light of the wind blade revealed a cold blue light, and the ground was crisscrossed with ravines, and the rocks splashed like tofu. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The purple flame lines on all sides did not move at all.

Feng Ziyu's face was solemn, and the man named Orochimaru on the other side was really weird, his whole body was twisted like a snake, slippery, and his body was like a ghost.

What's even more weird is that the spell cast by the other party is simply unheard of.

"Soil escape-soil stand-in-crack!"

Orochimaru's body was torn apart by Gangfeng and then exploded into a mass of shattered stones.

He stepped on it fiercely, and the two giant pythons broke through the ground violently, opened their hideous fangs and drew two "arch bridges" in the air, and bit at Feng Ziyu fiercely.

"Who the hell are you?"

The endless strange methods of the Great Snake Pill made Feng Ziyu's heart cold, and he really couldn't figure out how a mere Qingyun Sect could come out of the cracks in the stones since Bai Wuji died.

Playing with bugs, playing with bones, playing with eyes。。。。。 Now there is another man who is playing with snakes, such a terrifying man, Feng Ziyu's eyebrows are furrowed tightly.

"This Qingyun Sect is definitely hiding an amazing secret!"

A thought flashed in Feng Ziyu's mind, and a cold light appeared in his eyes, "As long as you can kill this man。。。。。 ”

"Nice looks, Guy."

An evil smile appeared on Orochimaru's face, and he said hoarsely, "However, now is not the time to think nonsense. ”

Orochimaru scurried forward at his feet, the shadow elongated strangely on the ground, his whole body was light, as if it had not touched the ground, his body was not so much walking, but sliding, his whole body was suddenly like a mollusk bounced towards Feng Ziyu.

Phew!

The Grass Pheasant Sword fell.

Feng Ziyu came back to his senses in an instant, his clothes bulged all over his body, and the surging spiritual energy seemed to pull the air around him, shooting out cyclones one after another.

It was like a milky white disk, hanging all around him, especially the three inches on his chest, which was like a turtle shell.

Orochimaru limped and shook his wrist, and the whole person immediately twisted, and Feng Ziyu's vision seemed to be blurred for a while, and Orochimaru suddenly disappeared, and then, it appeared on his side.

Bloodstained!

Like a sword that slashed through the clouds, it split the cyclones into white powder, and the blade of the sword sharply and insidiously opened a line along his arm, from the position of the shoulder blade, a line of blood spread all the way to the root of the middle finger.

"Ahh

Feng Ziyu was horrified in his heart, he howled in pain, and his feet were even more urgent, his body fell to the side suddenly, and his arm was withdrawn to prevent the whole arm from being completely split in two.

"Boom! It's too slow. ”

Orochimaru's voice was like a death sentence, full of coldness and cruelty.

"Shulker Serpent Hand!"

I didn't see him make any movements, and three poisonous snakes the thickness of thumbs suddenly burst out of his cuffs, and the turquoise snake skin wriggled and chilled.

The green shadow flashed in the air, wrapping around Feng Ziyu's blood-stained shoulder like lightning, and along the flesh, the snake body got into it strangely.

The wound was torn open, the flesh swelled, Feng Ziyu's eyes stared at his arm in horror, and in the afterglow was Orochimaru's pair of amber cold snake pupils.

"Boom!"

White bone slag, scarlet liquid, green juice mixed together。。。。。

A withered green arrow at the center of the eyebrow pierced the entire skull, and on the No. 9 ring, a black-clothed gardener fell straight to the ground and died.

On the opposite side of the corpse, a petite woman held a turquoise longbow in her hand, pulling the bowstring with three fingers upside down, her face full of indifference.

Less than three seconds into the ring battle, a gardener was killed, and this is really... It was beyond Qin Hao's expectations.

"The disciples of the Qingyun Sect are vulnerable to this ability." Mu Meizhi laughed, looked at Qin Hao triumphantly, and sneered: "Sect Master Qin, I heard that a while ago, Qingyun Sect recruited disciples on a large scale, could it be like this... Waste? ”

"You know, the future of a sect is in the disciples of these sects." The crow's feet at the corners of Mu Meizhi's eyes were pursed into a line, "Oh, by the way, for something like this, a person who wants to kill a master like Sect Master Qin doesn't quite understand the importance of a disciple." ”

Bing Chi Lao'er was sandwiched between the two, his face was expressionless, and his heart was actually happy.

Qin Hao glanced at Bing Chi Lao'er, and then looked at Mu Meizhi casually, the contempt in his eyes was not concealed: "But if a person dies, you will run out and bark like a mad dog... Could it be that it's just one game? ”

As he spoke, Qin Hao pointed his finger at the No. 4 ring and said coldly: "Well, your disciple is also dead." ”

Ring Four.

A female disciple of Wood Mark Valley was pierced by a sharp blade, and the black-clothed gardener had a bloodthirsty expression on his face, and with a flick of the long sword, the woman's head immediately rose into the sky, and her body flew out of the ring like a cannonball.

Although the competition between the sects in the past was not harmonious, but now it is like this year, it is still rare to see the situation of saber rattling and blood at the beginning.

"One-to-one." Mu Meizhi's face froze at first, and then she said with a strong smile: "I, Wood Trace Valley, can casually pull out 1,000 disciples with extraordinary strength, but can the Qingyun Sect do it, there are only a hundred people behind the Qin Sect Master, what do you use to fight with me?" ”

"Is one life exchanged for another?"

It's such a simple number calculation, even the eyes of the Taixian showed a moment of astonishment, Qin Hao's eyelids also blinked, and finally understood that this woman was definitely mentally retarded.

"The Flowing Wind Gate is coming soon."

Qin Hao's eyes looked at the entrance of the valley, and there was a figure rushing in quickly, it was the disciple of Bing Chi Lao'er who had just let him out to face the flow of blood.

The writing wheel eyes rotated faintly, and there seemed to be a sea of blood surging in the scarlet eyes, and the black and white magatama were full of endless indifference.

"Orochimaru!"

At the entrance, a tall and slender man slowly stepped into the arena, with a small emerald snake coiled around the other party's shoulder, and Du Ziteng followed closely behind him.

"Sect Master, the people from the Flowing Wind Gate have arrived." The sound of blood flowed in Bing Chi Lao'er's ears.

"Feng Ziyu!"

Bing Chi Lao'er's pupils shrank slightly, and a cold smile appeared on her wrinkled face, and similarly, Mu Meizhi's eyes burst out with two dazzling cold lights, she turned her head to stare at Qin Hao, her fingertips flicked lightly, and the killing intent in her tone was clearly distinguished: "Sect Master Qin, I hope you can still be as hard as you are now。。。。。 ”