On the outfield platform, thousands of people were silent, looking up in unison.

Holding his breath, he looked at Zhao Junyu behind his hands and stepped up the stairs.

This calmness and graceful bearing alone have already made many young warriors feel broken.

"His opponent is a third-order ability master!"

"Damn, third-order ability master, this is an existence comparable to the legendary heaven-level martial artist!"

"Usually don't talk about seeing it, you can't even think about it. ”

"This young man is actually going to be right with a third-order ability master!"

"With this guts, I'm convinced"

I don't know when, the hideous middle-aged ability in the sky, the true strength has been transmitted to the ears of thousands of disciples and juniors below.

caused everyone to fry the pot.

Seeing this young man behind his hands again, not only was he not afraid, but he revealed a contempt in his gestures.

Not that ignorant arrogance, but the true contempt of kings!

This young man was even several years younger than most of them in the room.

But the bearing exuded by this son is not at all like a hairy boy in his early twenties.

This calm and calm, and at the same time domineering momentum, even their ancestors, masters at the level of their ancestors are far from being comparable.

There was a snap, the crunch of a sharp blade piercing into the flesh, accompanied by a hoarse scream of despair.

In the distance, the duel between Chiyomiko and Elder Hu has come to an end.

Elder Hu covered his throat, which was constantly foaming blood, his eyes were white like a dead fish, and his face was full of disbelief and remorse.

A hoho scream came from his mouth.

In the end, the whole body was relieved, and the whole body fell from the air, falling straight down the cliff, and there were no bones left.

From beginning to end, he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword, he was caught off guard, and was completely trapped by Chiyo Miko's Nebula Sword Technique, which was as smooth as a nebula, and was finally killed by a move that Miko combined in the Sword Technique, piercing his throat.

A generation of heroes, a great master in the late stage of the prefecture level, and an elder of the Bamboo Sword Sect of the Hidden World Sect, has fallen!

And the death is extremely ironic, dying at the hands of a little-known beautiful girl, and not even having a chance to draw a sword.

Chiyomiko on the opposite side stood in the air, smiling and smiling, but her breath was a little short, and her forehead was slightly dripping with sweat.

It's just that no one dares to blaspheme her anymore.

There was awe and envy in his eyes.

After this battle, this woman stepped into the ranks of martial arts masters!

Well, on the other side of the air, Zhao Junyu looked at his little maid, nodded with a smile, turned his eyes to look at the middle-aged ability, and hooked his fingers.

"Vertical arrogance!" The middle-aged supernatural couldn't stand the strange atmosphere.

One hand squeezed sharply, and then the void connected the points.

Suddenly, the light on the entire mountainside suddenly dimmed, and it was obviously just after the afternoon, and it should have been sunny.

Now it is a radius of several miles, and the black clouds are rolling, and there is a faint wind and thunder surging in them, as if it were six or seven o'clock in the evening.

Hiss everyone gasped, no wonder they always said that those with abilities can be compared to non-martial artists.

This ability to change the day alone is scary enough!

Pretending to be in vain, consuming the true yuan, Zhao Junyu shook his head.

Really in the cultivation realm, the duel between immortal cultivators rarely uses this kind of flashy technique, and it is useless.

Seeing that Zhao Junyu was unmoved, the middle-aged supernatural person knew that this surgical method did not scare the martial artist in front of him, and did not take the lead in momentum.

The feeling of being bad in my heart is even worse at the moment.

With both hands pinching the formula, there are words in his mouth and waving.

"Hurry!"

Suddenly, in the void, two black snakes with hideous faces and fangs appeared, one on the left and one on the right, meandering and intersecting, biting Zhao Junyu fiercely.

The two black snakes, as fierce as promise, spit out a long letter, as if they were going to swallow Zhao Junyu in one gulp!

Everyone on the platform exclaimed, it turned out to be a real black snake! The supernatural person turned into a thing out of thin air, not a false rumor.

This young man is unlucky!

"Dragon Slayer Divine Fist!"

Zhao Junyu shouted violently, his arms suddenly swelled several times, and his fists shook sharply!

Suddenly, two fist winds as thick as cylinders and extremely violent roared out.

Mixed with the crackling sound of the blasting air, there were more than a dozen sounds.

The fist wind converged into an evil dragon-like whirlwind, and two black snakes that were like substance collided head-on.

With a bang, as soon as the dragon whirlwind came out, the black snake's fierce triangular face already let out an anthropomorphic scream of horror.

Then he was easily strangled by the evil dragon whirlwind, and there was no scum left!

The middle-aged powerhouse spurted out a mouthful of blood and took a few steps back, his face showing a deep sense of horror.

At the same time, all the warriors on the platform were stunned at first, and then let out a cheer of mountains and tsunamis.

These young martial artists of the younger generation, when they saw the magic of the supernatural for the first time, they would inevitably be frightened.

However, when they saw Zhao Junyu, their martial arts were hard to resist the spell, and they had the upper hand, so they were greatly encouraged.

It turns out that when a warrior reaches a certain level, he can completely fight against the supernatural!

Zhao Junyu felt the emotions of the people below, and couldn't help but say, Huaxia Martial Arts, most people have not appreciated the essence of martial arts, and when compared with the superpowers, they instinctively put themselves in a lower position.

Like in the cultivation realm, true martial arts cultivation is never lower than that of an immortal cultivator!

Especially for people like Zhao Junyu, who are immortal martial arts practitioners, there is no distinction between high and low.

"Phew!" the middle-aged powerhouse's face was fierce, and the uneasiness in his heart was even worse.

The white gas in the mouth is swallowed, and the true yuan explodes!

He roared to the sky, waving his hands widely.

Suddenly, dozens of huge fireballs converged in the air and sprayed out!

More than a dozen of them actually turned from the side and wrapped Zhao Junyu in all directions.

The speed is amazing, and the momentum is unparalleled for a while!

This time, he also exhausted all the true elements of the middle-aged ability, and I saw that his face was weird, and he suddenly turned around, and his figure flashed.

How do you want to escape?

The thousands of warriors on the platform were dumbfounded, this hasn't made a few moves, and this time it seems that everyone is an ant at the beginning, and the master of the ability is about to escape?

"This seat has been trapped for hundreds of years, and it is easy to get out of trouble, but it can't capsize in the gutter. "The middle-aged powerhouse has escaped ten miles away in mid-air in an instant.

Before he recovered, he met such a powerful young martial artist, which is really a change of country, and there are talented people from generation to generation.

It must be some old immortal disciple in the Holy Domain! The middle-aged supernatural person scolded secretly, and his body was sick!

Suddenly, a deadly crisis struck, and before I could react.

After a chill, the middle-aged ability looked down and saw a small black sword tip exposed to his chest, and the vitality of his whole body was passing away like water.

"You are an immortal cultivator!" the middle-aged powerhouse turned his head and looked at Zhao Junyu in the distance in surprise, pointing at him with one hand.

"This is Yin Luo's magic weapon flying sword, could it be said" The middle-aged ability looked down at the black sword again, his face was shocked.

However, the question in his mind only flashed for a moment, and his consciousness had fallen into darkness forever.

In the palm of Zhao Junyu's left hand, a huge fireball swirled on it, gradually disappearing.

With one finger of his right hand, the flying sword swirled in mid-air and returned to his palm.

The middle-aged supernatural body's body gradually dissipated, leaving only the clothes falling from the air down the cliff, and not a trace of the original soul ran out.

In the distance, on the platform, more than a thousand warriors were silent.

looked at this handsome young man who stood indifferently like a god.

In the hearts of the warriors, the waves are turbulent.

That's swordsmanship!

This young man is not only a martial arts master, but also a master of supernatural abilities!

Damn, that's pretty awesome.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)