No way.

When he saw the white-robed young man's gaze fall on the wind mark and Yuntang's body, the faces of the warriors present changed, could it be that the four princes were really too hateful?

"Come on. ”

Speaking more than Yang Yifan, words are like gold, but the indifference in that tone is chilling.

Grass.

Wind Scar and Yuntang are directly on fire, are they really weak chickens? A Yang Yifan doesn't say it, that is a pervert, but now there is a guy who has no reputation, and it is true that he performed well in the assessment, but the assessment does not represent combat power.

Again and again, how can they not be angry?

Boom!

Immediately, a pair of cyan wings spread out behind the wind scar, and they were still circulating, as if they were condensed by a violent wind, but as soon as they appeared, pillars of wind formed around them, and the sound was terrifying.

It's the flying magic power that was bought at auction.

Many people recognized it immediately.

At that time, the Feng family spent a lot of money to grab it, and now it seems that this spirit stone flower is worth it.

They all felt that they were inseparable from the pair of demonic wings behind Yang Yifan.

Of course, if they knew that Yang Yifan's Demon God Wings could condense six pairs and twelve wings, they were afraid that they would be stunned on the spot.

Sou.

As if teleporting, the whole person appeared directly in the ring, and as soon as his right hand was raised, a cyan long knife appeared, flashing with the unique cold light of the treasure soldier.

The white-robed young man's expression did not change in the slightest, he was still as indifferent as an iceberg, and with a backhand, the spear he was carrying immediately exploded with a strong coercion like mountains and seas.

At this moment, many people couldn't help but look at Yang Yifan.

is also with a gun, but there is an essential difference between this white-robed young man and Yang Yifan, Yang Yifan is too sharp, sharp, aggressive and mixed with bloody brutality, and this white-robed young man is too calm, giving people a kind of stability like an ancient sacred mountain, and there is a lingering stubbornness in his eyes.

That's right, it's stubbornness.

"Let me see how many pounds and taels you have. ”

Wind Scar snorted coldly, and the wings behind him fluttered, and immediately a hurricane whistled away, and his whole person rushed directly over.

Fast!

It's so fast!

In just two or three breaths, he reached the middle of the ring, and the cyan long knife he was holding in his right hand suddenly raised, "Windfall kills." ”

The long knife fell, and the wind surged.

It was an invisible wind at this moment, but it gradually manifested, condensed into a ten-zhang wind knife, and the terrifying murderous aura suddenly erupted, and many warriors in the square saw that their scalps were numb, and their hearts were jumping.

Between the lightning and flint, the white-robed young man moved.

With a wave of his right hand, the spear waved, and the dazzling flames instantly burst out, and the blazing heat swept over, and the air was turbulent and distorted, as if it was about to burn.

Rumble!

The spear stabbed out, like a raging fire dragon roaring horizontally, and the tyrannical aura of death permeated the entire ring, although separated by a distance, many warriors still felt a strong death crisis.

Very strong.

The eyes of many strong people stared directly at the white-robed young man, and the light in their eyes surged, although it was only a move, but they were completely sure that the strength of the white-robed young man was absolutely the same as the wind mark, and the four princes of Yuntang were at the same level.

Oh?

Yang Yifan raised his eyebrows, this style was somewhat similar to the Flame Blasting Spear he had cultivated, but this power was much greater, and it contained a trace of the Great Dao of Fire, which was definitely not comparable to ordinary supernatural powers.

"Give me death. ”

Wind Scar's face is full of murderous intent, he was scared by Yang Yifan before and didn't dare to go on stage to fight, he was also holding back a fire in his heart, and now he wants to kill people to vent.

With the long knife in his hand, the wind knife condensed by the handle broke through the air, densely packed, like a knife array, and fell on the fire dragon a moment ago, boom, the vast energy fluctuations spread, and the dazzling flames scattered and flew away, and the wind knife was constantly shattering, turning into a violent wind again.

"Hmph. ”

Wind Scar snorted coldly, his face changed slightly, "Condensation." ”

Just as his voice sounded, the shattered wind knife rolled backwards, and in an instant, it disappeared into the cyan long knife he was holding.

Swish.

The long knife slashed down, and the fire dragon shattered, directly revealing the spear shrouded in it.

When a bang.

There was a screeching crash, and sparks flew up.

A huge force surged over like flowing water, making Fengji's face change greatly, he wanted to steady, his wings kept fanning, but it was useless at all, and his whole person still retreated.

This?

One by one, the warriors' eyes were round, their faces were shocked, they didn't expect that in the first round of fighting, it was the wind mark that fell into the wind and was knocked back.

"Ahh ”

Wind Scar roared angrily, his face full of humiliation, but he had just stopped when a pillar of fire the size of a water tank rose up from under him and headed straight for him.

"You want to hurt me too?"

With a flap of his wings, he dodged, but the next moment, his face changed greatly, because the pillar of fire did not dissipate, but flew like a fiery snake, and instantly bound his whole person.

This trick?

Yang Yifan's face also changed.

He wasn't shocked, but he was a little familiar with the magical power that trapped the wind scars.

"Be careful. ”

"Get out of the way. ”

In the square, the people of the Feng family had already screamed in horror, and they could see clearly that the white-robed young man had moved the moment he trapped the wind scar, and the spear in his hand had already erupted with a violent aura.

Bang.

With all his might, Windmark shattered the fiery serpent.

But the attack of the white-robed young man had already reached him, and he could only raise his hand to block it in a hurry.

The results are clear.

The wind marks were not blocked, and the whole person was directly blown away, the wings behind him collapsed, and the left half of his body was charred black, and his flesh and blood were lost, like charcoal.

"I throw in the towel. ”

Before he could hit the ground, Windmark screamed in terror, and then he felt a surge of energy stop in front of him, blocking the spear that was flying away.

Throw in the towel.

Just officially exchanged one move, and then one of the four princes, Wind Scar, admitted defeat.

In a huge square, countless warriors were once again deeply shocked, this is something they can't think of, they all began to wonder if the wind mark was replaced by someone, otherwise how could it be so vulnerable?

I'm afraid that among the geniuses in this batch of assessments, this white-robed young man and that guy are the most powerful, and the first will be won between the two, they don't expect Yuntang anymore, after all, Yuntang's strength is the bottom among the four princes.

Zhong Dao's eyes were also scanning the white-robed young man and Yang Yifan, he didn't want to waste time, if these two people were the strongest, then it would be okay to directly decide the first, however, the premise was that no one wanted to challenge the white-robed young man.

(End of chapter)