"Humph!"

The two old guys changed their faces as they spoke, they are both Liupin Sects, and they are naturally rivals, the older generation has to fight to win or lose, and the younger generation also fights to the death, but Jian Wushuang is gentle and gentle, and he is a humble gentleman, while Han Yidao has a straightforward personality, he is a battle maniac, he doesn't like the set of Yin people, and if he wants to win, he must win the light, which leads to this sword and sword sympathy.

At this moment, Night Seventeen's popularity is no less than that of Yu Feng, and Yu Feng, the first on the last genius list, as a young giant who surpasses Han Yi Sword Wushuang and others, is at ease in the face of every game, and no one seems to be able to force out his true strength, this time, the reason why everyone in the audience is so chanting is partly due to Ye Seventeen's strength, and the other part is looking forward to seeing what level of strength His Excellency Yu Feng has reached.

Sou!

The wind firmament on the referee's bench stood up, and suddenly everyone held their breath, listening to the voice spread throughout the martial arts arena, "The last battle of the last round, the night seventeen against the wind." ”

Boom! The audience was boiling instantly.

Sou! An afterimage flashed, Yeyun took the lead in jumping into the arena, the weapon in his hand was still the Tiangang Sword, Yufeng's face was cold, his pace was slow, he moved slowly, it seemed to be very slow but moved to the opposite side of the martial arts arena in an instant, Yeyun frowned, is it this unpredictable and strange footwork?

"It's finally right, I hope your strength doesn't disappoint me too much." The cold voice spit out word by word, the speed of speech was very slow, the wind stood with one hand, the clothes were automatic without wind, the solemnity and cold arrogance between the eyebrows poured out with the cold bloom of his cold eyes, and at the same time, the powerful coercion was released, and wave after wave of qi came out with the fluctuations......

"My God, such a powerful coercion, worthy of being the number one king giant."

"What I'm saying is that Your Excellency Yufeng is really powerful, this coercion alone makes Lao Tzu almost out of breath, it's terrible, I think this night Seventeen will not be His Excellency Yufeng's opponent even if he is powerful, because the difference between the second and the first is that he can't beat the first."

In the face of the strong pressure on her face, Yeyun's face was calm, her black hair was green, messy but not losing a sense of beauty, her eyes as deep as Mo Yao were like a sharp sword, she stood there, not affected by the slightest impact.

"The so-called king is first, I would love to know how big the gap is." Yeyun said indifferently.

"I'll let you see the gap."

Yu Feng didn't talk much, and now he can say a few words to Yeyun because she won him in the first level in the Lost Hall of Illusion, he has never lost a battle in his life, but he caused this stain on this inconspicuous young man. Today, he wants to wash away this stain in front of the world's strongest.

Rumble! Yufeng's black eyes narrowed, the robe on his body suddenly stirred, and his body shook Countless waves of qi burst out based on himself, surging like a tide, and dark blue six-pointed star patterns appeared on the soles of his feet, not ordinary blue, but exquisite blue color, very pure, very condensed, more like sapphire.

There is silver light flashing in the star pattern, intertwined among them, shining in the sun, dazzling, especially standing in the air against the wind, the clothes are fluttering, and the body is rich and handsome, like the arrival of the god's mansion.