The prince who was sitting in the center frowned, he could see that he had only one battle, and he did his best on the fifth night, but he didn't expect that the other party would have such a terrible cultivation when he walked out of a little girl at will, and he couldn't help but start worrying about the battle that came to him, but when he remembered that he only needed to win one place, it would be considered a victory for the whole situation, and his slightly depressed confidence rose again.

At this moment, the seventh night strode to the center, and at the same time, a fat man also shook out, pointing at the seventh night very arrogantly;

The crimson treasure knife was unsheathed, a knife in the seventh night, obliquely pointing at the fat man, and there was a hidden red light on his body through the body, and the air was suddenly filled with a blazing breath, and the temperature around him was rising, and the air seemed to be ignited, blazing to the sky.

Shine all over the world!

The seventh night of cultivation is the fire attribute Xuan Force, five meters away, a knife slashed, a piece of red light dazzling, this knife cut out as if the earth suddenly cracked, the blazing rock paddle rolled, the flames of the sky condensed into a crimson sword several zhang long, towards the fat man volleyed down.

Boom Boom!

The crimson knife came out, endlessly, thirty-three knives slashed in a row, and drank it in one go, and the place where the fat man stood exploded one after another, and the gravel was splashed, but he saw a group of figures drawing an arc, staggering crookedly on the wall between the red knives, stumbling, and falling, but coincidentally he was able to avoid this series of impermeable shocking slashes.

The seventh night would never believe that the seemingly frightened clumsiness, the series of stumbling, stumbling, and staggering, could be a coincidence. In his opinion, it was so wonderful that he seemed to know the direction and route of his moves, and if he didn't have extraordinary strength and incomparable self-confidence, how could he dare to take risks like this. From the beginning to the end, the seventh night never underestimated this seemingly clumsy fat man, and as soon as he made a move........., he was proud of his mastery;

Roar!

Suddenly heard a shocking lion roar, suddenly felt a shock to the brain, two ears buzzing, the whole body qi suffocated, the legs suddenly a little disobedient, the movement was very difficult, fortunately and the other party opened a certain distance, out of the effective attack range.

Choke!

The big sword was unsheathed, weighing fifty catties, but in the hands of the fat man, it was like a light weight, and he pulled out a sword flower in the air, and his seemingly clumsy body rushed to the front of the seventh night crookedly, and its speed seemed to be slow and fast, otherwise how could the other party have no time to dodge and dodge.

The fat man's wrist shook, and he struck three times with a sword, and the momentum shook the sky. Dignified and upright, without any fancy virtual style, the sword splits the mountain and cracks the stone, surging like a tide, and a wave is better than a wave.

The seventh night seemed to be intimidated by the other party's sky-swallowing momentum, and he didn't dare to confront it head-on. The Red Fire Treasure Knife protected the vital parts, and his body flickered and moved, intending to get rid of the shroud of the opponent's sword momentum. I was shocked to find that it had been firmly locked by an incomparably powerful qi machine, and no matter where it moved, it was a surging sword rush. All the directions were shrouded in the opponent's fierce sword qi, and the so-called speed became a joke at the moment, useless. At this time, if there is no real material, you can only wait for the body to be divided.

The seventh night is not a fuel-efficient lamp, it can be a sharp sword of the other party, the wrist turned, the body squatted slightly, the red treasure knife suddenly slashed to the opponent's legs, the fat man was surprised that he was half a minute late, and he was still cut through the trouser tube by the red knife, and even injured the skin of the cortex, and there was a pain in the leg, obviously injured, and he felt that there was liquid flowing out. The opponent's sense of battle is very keen, and he even chose to squat close to the ground to counterattack and kill, and the sword at the bottom was slightly weaker, and he was accidentally taken advantage of by it.

The seventh night succeeded in a single blow, the opponent's sword momentum was slightly sluggish, and the crimson treasure knife instantly conjured up a piece of flame brilliance, slashing and cutting left and right obliquely, focusing on the opponent's waist and lower parts, and the chain of killing was fast and weird.

Limbo microstep!

The fat man Ouyang Wuji's body is like waves, and it seems to be dangerous between ups and downs, and the flame knife always grazes his body and crosses his body, and there is no danger every time.

On the seventh night, he regained the opportunity, his momentum soared, and a strong round of fierce attacks forced the opponent to dodge left and right, and he had to give up the attack and return to the sword to protect himself.

Ouyang Wuji's body twisted, and with a swing of his sword, he sealed all the swords that came from the violent attack. Unexpectedly, the opponent's knife sinked, flipped from the bottom to the top, and suddenly cut into Ouyang Wuji's abdomen, and the five fingers of his empty left hand were like claws, rushing to Ouyang Wuji's chest from an incredible angle.

The sword slashed through the abdomen, and the clothes on the chest were torn apart by the five claws, revealing the golden silk soft armor inside, and no blood stains oozed.

The thrilling battle between the lightning and flint came to an abrupt end, and on the seventh night, he still remained on one knee, but a knife cut his abdomen was a fraction of a second, and his five claws were blocked by the golden silk soft armor, but Ouyang Wuji's big sword was across his neck, and it was frozen.

The sword mang, the sword shadow, everything happened too fast, the naked eye couldn't keep up with the changes, the surface suddenly stopped, and it was difficult to judge who won and who lost for a while?

Roar!

The fat man let out a lion's roar again, and the body of the seventh night kneeling on the ground shook suddenly, and flew upside down, falling to the ground seven or eight meters away, and fainted to death.

If it weren't for Lu Suifeng's repeated advice, it would never be as simple as fainting to death, but I was afraid that I would have become a headless corpse.

There was a brief silence on the ground, and neither side continued to send people out of the city, as if they were both thinking about what to do next? Qiyelou was defeated in a row, and lost two of them, if it weren't for the mercy of the other party's men, there would have been two more dead bodies on the site.

"Thank you for your mercy!" said to Yun Wuying and Ouyang Fat Man in a low voice on the sixth night.

"Don't! We're just doing what we're told, thank our boss if you want to thank you!" Ouyang Fat Man said with a suffocating heart, Yun Wuying was carefully treating his leg injury.

"Don't worry! I promised you, and I will keep my promise. I hope that after this battle, you can change to a new way of life. If there is nowhere to go, Tiandanlou is in need of manpower, I can recommend you to go. Lu Suifeng said solemnly to the sixth night.

"Childe rest assured! As long as you can get rid of this dark day from now on, everything will be subject to Childe's arrangement. Sixth Night was heartily grateful, glad that she had made the right choice in her life.

In the whisper, the fourth night of the Seven Nights Tower stepped out, and the surrounding air formed a spiral, carrying this momentum, with a flip of the wrist, a purple-gold snake stick appeared in his hand, and a pair of eyes under the mask looked at Ouyang Mingyue who was walking slowly in the opponent's camp.

The body is slender, the lotus steps are full, just like the breeze blowing willows, light and delicate, but in the eyes of the fourth night, it seems to be a fluttering and falling Ying moving with the wind, blurred, floating, and it is difficult to lock the line of sight on the body that is one step and three shakes. The heart was cold, not waiting for the other party to get closer, ten meters away, the snake stick in his hand was tightened slightly, and a simple "Qinglong out of the hole" stick method was struck, and the spiral-shaped stick was sandwiched with the phantom of the green dragon, and almost in the blink of an eye, it rushed to Ouyang Mingyue's chest.

Boom!

Facing the spiral stick, Ouyang Mingyue smiled at the same time, there was an extra sword in his hand, and even the slender arm with the sheath of the sword was slightly squeezed, and a bright red fell Ying Fei swirled, and the dragon shadow stick was shattered and turned invisible.

On the fourth night, this move was just a stone throwing to ask for directions, probing the depth of the opponent's strength, although it was just a temptation, it was a strong mystic power, and the dragon shadow was hidden in the murderous machine, I thought that the other party would not be easy to dissolve, but as everyone knows, a piece of Luoying, which is as light as duckweed, is so sharp.

"Sneak attack and plot, the true nature of the killer!You also take a sword from this girl!" Ouyang Mingyue snorted coldly disdainfully, with a flick of her wrist, a beam of sword light came out of the sheath, and the sword blade trembled slightly, and six pieces of flying Luoying burst into flames, as fast as a flowing lightning, the air seemed to be still, and the Luoying, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, spun rapidly, and in the evening, the six-point cold light bloomed in front of the eyes of the fourth night.

The implicit murderous aura of the six pieces of Luoying made him not dare to hold it up slightly, and he took two steps back sideways, and the snake stick in his hand conjured up a stick shadow, sealing all the attack angles of the six pieces of Luoying.

This sword is a killer skill that Ouyang Mingyue has only recently comprehended from Luo Ying's swordsmanship, and it is called: Luo Ying is ruthless!

On the fourth night, the black clothes were drumming, and the Xuan Li was injected into the body of the coiling dragon stick, and instead of holding the stick with both hands, the dragon shadow stick flew and rotated, laying down layer after layer of stick curtains, allowing the sharp Luo Ying to attack and cut recklessly.

"Give me to be broken!" But the moment when Jue Luoying's offensive was a little sluggish and weak, the fourth night suddenly lost no time in shouting, and the stick momentum rose sharply, and the six swirling fallen leaves suddenly stagnated and exploded one after another.

Flying dragon in the sky!

A dragon shadow stick slashed into the air with the momentum of wind and thunder, and at the same time as the fourth night slashed down, the exploded falling Ying fragments suddenly gathered into one, and suddenly bloomed in front of him, gently and affectionately imprinted on the fourth night sky gate's open chest.

Burst!

As soon as the flower fell, the fourth night "poofed out a mouthful of blood, and the moment the fragments of Luoying gathered, he felt bad, but a stick "flying dragon in the sky" struck out by itself, and he was defenseless, and then he couldn't go back to defense, so he could only watch the amorous and beautiful petals take advantage of the void to enter, and it was very gently imprinted on his chest. A small petal of Luoying contains incomparably strong mystical power, tenderly sticking to the chest, ruthlessly hitting the internal organs.

This is "the Tao is affectionate but ruthless", there is ruthlessness hidden in affection, and this word "love" is precisely a fatal killing machine.

As the fourth night's blood spurt was wounded, the flying dragon struck a shocking blow in the sky, and the dragon shadow and the power of the stick collapsed on its own.

The snake stick in his hand had not yet been withdrawn, but when he saw Ouyang Mingyue swing a sword gracefully, he flew away!

In an instant, on the fourth night, I saw the sky falling and fluttering, like a piece of flying butterflies spreading their light cicada wings and dancing and whirling. The eyes are full of Luoying, and the pieces of Luoying that are light and trembling are all sharp weapons for killing. These elegant sharp weapons seem to have the agility and orderliness of life, swirling back and forth, left and right, and each buzzing and trembling Luoying seems to be telling a sentence with murderous energy;