The deliberately elongated voice made Qingchen a little ashamed.

This sneak attack was already disgraceful, not only did he do it, but he didn't succeed, but was hit back by the other party.

got up, and then attacked the cold evil stain again.

The onlookers who ate melons said in a daze, "A few masters don't seem to use spiritual power......"

"And that little white face, oh no, it's a god!"

Everyone didn't have time to talk about these details, and what was unfolding in front of them at the moment was only the simplest struggle.

The kind that doesn't use external forces doesn't even need weapons.

and his fists and feet as weapons, and his shields as shields.

This kind of viewing is more bloody, and the men are excited one by one.

Watching a few masters fight, is there anything more exciting than that?

No, there really is, that evil god has not fallen behind in the slightest with one to three??!

This is not scientific, how can the master become weaker?

However, when they thought of how Leng Xie Ran had treated them before, they suddenly felt a little distressed about a few masters.

His fist, I've tasted it, it's a fucking pain!

A little white face has so much strength, how can they live with their own masculinity?

And several people in the martial arts are also more and more frightened, I really can't imagine how this little cub is so explosive.

was hit by his fist, and it felt like the skin and flesh were sinking directly into a piece, and it hurt a lot!

The cold evil stain side is also uncomfortable, after all, it is three against one, and all of them are still good hands, and her way of playing without using spiritual power is really difficult.

But that doesn't stop you from honing yourself!

Yes, the way of playing that seems unfatal to others is actually just a tempering in the eyes of Leng Xiran......

She needs to fight against people to improve herself, and there is no doubt that this kind of melee attack is the best.

With a horizontal kick of his foot, the opposite side flashed, and Leng Xieran suddenly changed the direction of the wind and kicked Qing Yan next to him directly.

Everyone's eyes widened, this ...... Is the third master played?

Qing Yan got up slowly, and there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it, but he knew that if it wasn't for the young man who had just collected some strength, I'm afraid it would be a question of whether he could stand up or not.

The cold evil dye in the field fought with the other two people, and if one person was out, the cold evil dye would be much better.

But Qingchen and Qinggu were not jealous, but became more and more courageous.

Qing Yan's eyes swept over, but he found the difference, the young man can always easily control the strength, just this point, others are out of reach, and every move is not nonsense, directly split, without any hesitation at all.

As if he was not afraid of death, but Qing Yan could see at a glance that the young man did not have the idea of winning, which was completely ...... In the grind!

Ravage people like sandbags, and constantly hone themselves to pursue higher heights!

Thinking of this, Qing Yan shook his head, they were beaten up by someone......

On the field, Leng Xiran had just been smashed by Qingchen's punch and took a few steps back, and his hand was propped up on the ground before he stopped, but his hand was scratched off the skin, and the punch to the stomach seemed to have any strength left inside, and the internal organs were very painful.

Sheng Sheng suppressed the discomfort, and when Qinggu attacked, he turned over on the ground to avoid the blow and got up at a few speeds, and at the same time, his feet flipped over, and when the man clasped his hands and was about to resist, Leng Xie Ran suddenly smashed it with a fist.

This punch directly smashed the person off the field.

The onlookers all retreated, so as not to be hit by Qinggu, but when they looked at the young man in the field, they had a little more admiration.