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How did the situation change so suddenly, Zhang Mengxin, who had already grasped the victory, only needed to knock Qingyang down from the platform in the few seconds between the dream eyes to win, but why did it seem that it was Zhang Mengxin himself who was hit.

"Winner, Wanjian Peak Qingyang!" Elder Sima Yue glanced at Qingyang deeply, he couldn't see what means Qingyang used to resist Zhang Mengxin's dream eye, but he could see that this dream heart was only like this because of the backlash.

What is the situation of being able to make the dream eye regurgitate?

There is only one situation, that is, Qingyang's soul power is stronger than Zhang Mengxin's, and there is no other possibility.

Sima Yue thought so, and the four peak masters and heads on the high platform thought the same in their hearts, in their opinion, this undoubtedly showed that Qingyang was a talented cultivator.

Although I don't know what happened, the winner or loser has been decided, and everyone is screaming for Qingyang, especially the newcomer of Wanjian Peak, who feels that he has grown a lot of face.

"This time, your Wanjian Peak is in the limelight again, and the first and second places in the Freshman Ceremony have been picked up by your Wanjian Peak. Lei Shapi said with a smile, but everyone could see that he was not really congratulating, there were some green tendons on his forehead beating, if it wasn't for the wrong occasion, with his violent temper, he wanted to scold now.

"After the award, the disciples of Lord Lei Feng are also very good. Zhang Tianxing's heart blossomed when he heard this, but he still pretended to be calm on the surface.

"Old horseman!" Raysha cursed in his heart.

Because Qingyang consumed a lot in the previous battle, he stayed in Qingyang for a period of time, and the final battle of the newcomer ceremony really kicked off.

"I have to commend you for going from that waste vein to today. Li Jian's eyes were gloomy, and he said coldly.

Qingyang and Li Jian jumped on the platform at the same time, and when they heard this, Qingyang looked at each other with a smile and said, "Yes, the waste vein hit the small one, and the big one came out, your Li family is really a brother." ”

"I hope you'll be so sharp-tongued later. Li Jian's face twitched slightly when he heard this, and it was obvious that these words had stabbed him.

"Besides, my younger brother is being bullied outside, and I, as an elder brother, naturally want to seek justice for him. ”

Hearing this, Qingyang laughed as if he had heard some joke, and immediately said with a cold face: "You want to be angry for your brother, you can come head-on, but you just stumble behind your back, and design me everywhere after I enter the Ziyan Gate, it's really difficult for you as a brother." ”

"You really look up to yourself, now I'm going to be angry for my brother, I want you to know what the strength gap is, the waste vein will always be the waste vein, even if you can cultivate the king, it's still a waste. Li Jian shook his head, and after saying the last sentence, his expression suddenly became extremely fierce.

Rumble!

The crazy royal qi was released from Li Jian's body like a giant snake, and at the same time, his arm once again ignited with purple flames, this is not like the Ziyan fist, which simply condenses Ziyan on the fist, but the entire arm is filled with Ziyan from the inside out, this kind of lethality is the most substantial, otherwise it will not become the first realm in the Ziyan Classic.

The inheritance of the Ziyanmen, how could it be an ordinary skill.

At the moment when the Ziyan arm ignited, Qingyang felt an overwhelming coercion suppressing him, and what was even more frowning was that this kind of coercion could not be resisted, because Li Jian's cultivation was always two small realms higher than Qingyang's, and he used a strong Ziyan arm, and under all kinds of gaps, Qingyang's previous advantages became very weak at this moment.

At this moment, he is like a wooden boat drifting in the sea, which may be capsized at any time due to the turbulence of the storm.

In this case, Qingyang took a deep breath and calmed down his heart, only by being calm can he defeat the enemy.

moved, Li Jian moved, waving the Ziyan arm, the whole person seemed to disappear, only the Ziyan arm about seven feet long was left to move quickly in the void, and the air it crossed was making a fierce whistling sound, and the situation was very critical.

is as strong as Lin Tianyi, and under such a simple punch, he flew out of the platform and lost his combat effectiveness, and Qingyang was one level lower than Lin Tianyi's realm, how should he face it.

This is not only a question that Qingyang needs to think about, but also a question that all the disciples in the audience want to know.

Airplanes!

Qingyang stretched out his hand, the lotus phantom on his wrist was blooming with a petal, he held it slightly, and a cyan beam of light about three feet long spread out from his fingertips, as if a long sword was in his hand, in the face of Li Jian's attack, Qingyang planned to defend it head-on!

Chong Fist with a raging purple fire, like a life-threatening scythe, swung towards Qingyang, Qingyang did not dodge or dodge, the cyan beam in his hand swept out, and the Ziyan arm slammed together.

Rumble!

The moment the contact was made, a dull bombardment sound erupted, but what shocked Qingyang was that this petal of stacked lotus fingers could not stop Li Jian's Ziyan Arm Realm, and it was shattered and could not be stopped!

Unstoppable!

Zi Yan's arm is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and it blasted towards the façade of Qingyang without the slightest pause, this is to slap his face!

Seeing this, Qingyang could only cross his hands into a blocking state, and at the same time, the Ziyan fist ignited, but that strength could not be compared with the solidity of the Ziyan arm.

"What is Ziyan Fist, let you see the Ziyan Serial Fist!" Li Jian sneered.

A punch blasted out, smashed on Qingyang's arm, and the next punch was connected without gaps, and so on, like a raindrop of fists fell on Qingyang's body frantically.

Purple Flame Serial Fist is an advanced version of Purple Flame Fist, a king technique that can only be used by refining the body ninefold, and its power is comparable to that of a first-class first-class king skill!

The moment he saw the appearance of Ziyan Serial Fist, Mo Sansi's fat face turned white at once, because once it was glued by Ziyan Serial Boxing, the consequences were very serious, and Ziyan Serial Boxing also had a characteristic, that is, in the process of serial punching, its power would continue to superimpose, and the more times the chain was made, the more terrifying the power of this punch became.

It is said that a disciple once used the Ziyan Serial Fist to blast a demon beast into slag, which shows the horror of this Ziyan Serial Fist.

It hurts! It hurts more and more, it hurts so much that it goes deep into the bone marrow! It hurts so much that it goes numb!

"Damn, how can it be more and more powerful!" Qingyang's face was very ugly, and even because of the pain, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, his lips were white, and he was constantly suffering from Li Jian's Ziyan chain punches, he had no chance to counterattack at all, this attack method was just like his own before, once he attacked, he would not give the opponent a chance to breathe, until the opponent was defeated.

"What should I do?" Qingyang felt like his arm was about to be shattered.

Boom!

Suddenly, Qingyang was forced into a corner, and it was almost about to be introduced, once it was introduced, it would be tantamount to failure, which was something that Qingyang could not accept!

Can't fail!

Touch!

Qingyang's soles of his feet were like pincers clasping the ground, and Li Jian's fists were still pouring down, and the stronger and stronger blows made Qingyang's two feet sink into the ground.

"Since you don't go down, then don't go down!" Li Jian laughed fiercely, and the royal qi of the ninefold body refining was frantically output, so that the attack of the Ziyan Serial Fist was even more ferocious.

Li Jian suddenly changed the trajectory of his punch, and the straight punch turned into a ascending fist, and he was caught off guard by Qingyang's jaw and ate the blow heavily, and with a bang, the whole person was knocked into the air, and slammed into the other side, leaving a long mark on the ground.

Falling to the ground, Qingyang felt that his whole body was about to fall apart, and the endless pain swept away like a tide, but Qingyang refused to admit defeat, his eyes were like torches, staring at Li Jian deadly, he still had hole cards, he couldn't lose, he wanted to get close, he had to find a way to get close, and he had to take the initiative to attack.

However, Li Jian is refining body ninefold, his speed in all aspects is much faster than Qingyang, Rao is Qingyang can rely on the Great Yan Divine Vein to cross the first order of battle, but it does not mean that he can defeat the refining body ninefold with the seventh level of body refining.

"Why? I said, I'll be angry with my brother. Li Jian looked at Qingyang with a smile, but there was a shuddering coldness in his smile.

"Next, if you don't admit defeat again, I'm going to cripple you!"

"Do... Dream..."Qingyang stared at Li Jian fiercely, and spit out two words with difficulty, trying to struggle to get up, but in pain.

"Hehe, I still have the strength to speak, I have to beat you until you can't speak. Li Jian sneered.

This scene fell in the eyes of everyone in the audience, and people couldn't help frowning, and Mo Sansi shouted even more, persuading Qingyang to admit defeat, but Qingyang turned a deaf ear.

"This kid is very stubborn, this is very similar to me. Zhang Tianxing also frowned, after all, both of them were disciples of Wanjian Peak, and he had some understanding of this Li Jian, but at this moment, he didn't do anything to stop him, he wanted to see if Qingyang could create a miracle under such circumstances.

Li Jian slowly walked to Qingyang's side, the flames burning in Ziyan's arm made the air begin to deform, and at that temperature, Qingyang only felt that the pain was more intense. I saw Li Jianyin's face smile evilly, and then he clenched his right fist and slammed it towards Qingyang's head!

If this punch falls, I'm afraid that Qingyang will be half-crippled if he doesn't die, which is enough to beat him insane, after all, the part of Li Jian's attack is the brain!

"Qingyang!" Mo Shuishui burst into tears in the audience, wanting to stop it on stage, but there was nothing he could do, Mo Sansi's fat body trembled, and his face turned red.

Syllable!