"Three into eight!" Long Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed, "The victory or defeat is not yet known!"

is also Wen Xiu, he sees it most clearly and accurately, the humane true meaning of the dialect has reached about three into eight, although it is far less than Liang Yujin to reach fifty percent of the true meaning of the fist, but the true meaning of humanity is a powerful true meaning, plus it is the most compatible with the power of humanity, and the power exerted is far beyond the conventional.

So in his eyes, Liang Yujin's eighty-percent winning rate has become unknown, which is indeed a surprise for him, and the stronger the dialect, the more pleasantly surprised he is.

Many others were staring at each other, with different thoughts in their minds.

"Interesting, interesting!" Jin Yuanfeng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of fierceness.

"It's good, but it's not a cause for concern. Leng Tianyuan showed a sneer.

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"Boom!!"

High in the sky, the roar of violent collision was endless, and the red and white lights each occupied a piece of the sky, still not giving in to each other, but no one could have the upper hand, and they were in a state of holding each other.

In the blink of an eye, the time of a stick of incense passed, and Liang Yujin's face flashed a trace of gloom, although he knew in advance that the dialect was not easy to deal with, but he didn't expect to be on par with himself.

In his own opinion, there is no doubt that this is a disgrace to himself.

Even if he is polite to the other party on the surface, it doesn't mean that he really puts the other party on the same level as himself.

Even if he was the most powerful disciple of several other middle-grade forces, he claimed to be superior, not to mention dialect metaphor, no matter how good he was, it was impossible.

This is the superiority he has cultivated over the centuries as a royal family.

After a few breaths, he was ruthless in his heart, and quietly started a trick, a trick that could temporarily enhance his combat power and was one of his hole cards.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Liang Yujin's body rose violently, and the red light increased greatly, overpowering the white humane power in one fell swoop.

The dialect metaphor's face changed, but his body was still uncontrollable, pushed backwards with a strong force.

At this time, the two of them had already done their best, and they couldn't even dodge away, otherwise they would lose even worse under the pursuit of the other party's forces.

Gritting his teeth, he desperately urged the power of humanity and the true intent of humanity, but it was useless, under everyone's gaze, the white in the sky became less and less, and the red became more and more.

Dozens of breaths later, there was another roar, and the power of white humanity completely collapsed and disappeared, and the red light occupied the entire sky.

"Mr. Fang, you lost. ”

With a loud shout full of calmness, Liang Yujin and dialect Yu fell from the sky, Liang Yujin smiled, showing calmness and a kingly wind.

The dialect metaphor is that there are blood stains on the corners of the mouth, the face is pale, and the expression is a little helpless and resentful.

"Okay, the eldest prince is really powerful!"

"Sure enough, the eldest prince is still powerful, and the dialect may not force him to go all out!"

"Yes, and he has always asked him to have the style of a king, and he is worthy of his reputation today!"

It's a pity, if it weren't for the Great Prince of Daliang, Mr. Fang might not be able to advance another round!"

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At this time, everyone reacted completely, and many people admired Liang Yujin for a while.

Listening to these admirations, Liang Yu's demeanor in Fang Yu became more and more calm.

Fang Yanyu just glanced at him, then turned and left.

Liang Yujin snorted coldly in his heart, but on the surface, he sighed lightly, as if he was feeling lost by Fang Yanyu's departure, and his every move showed his royal demeanor.

In the air, Jin Yuanfeng smiled coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, how could Liang Yujin's approach be full of him?

Although he is also a royal disciple of the imperial dynasty, he is different from Liang Yujin, and he can't get used to the other party's pretense.

Of course, this is also the difference in their identities, after all, he is not the son of Emperor Jin Yi, and he can't act like Liang Yujin.

Same as Jin Yuanfeng, Leng Tianyuan, Feng Fei, Huoyun, Guo Wei and other characters on the high-altitude flying ship looked at them coldly, they would not be confused by Liang Yujin, but they would not say anything.

Long Qing didn't look at Liang Yujin, but looked in the direction where Fang Yanyu left, his eyes thoughtful.

Liang Yujin flew back to his flying ship unhurriedly, Huang Linmei reappeared in front of everyone, and said calmly: "Liang Yu of the Great Liang Dynasty wins, and in the second game, Ji Ling will fight Penghui." ”

Everyone's attention was re-raised, but the response was not great, because the candidates for the second scene were all characters from the fifth realm, which was far from being comparable to Liang Yujin and the two in the first scene.

There was no ring, Ji Ling and the two consciously flew into the air, and after two sticks of incense, the two of them decided the winner.

"In the third game, the Spirit Fire Sect Huoyun was sharp against the Qianli Dynasty. ”

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"In the fourth game, Tsinghua Guanqingyunshan played against Beilingmen housewarming. ”

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One game after another, the sky roared continuously, but there was no fierce duel in the sixth realm like the first one.

In the afternoon, Huang Linmei's eyes swept in the direction of Tianlian Gate, and shouted: "The fifteenth Tianlian Gate Lotus, against Li Qingfeng." ”

Rumble!

A layer of language stirred up a thousand waves, which was more shocking than the first scene of Liang Yujin against dialect Yu.

Without him, this is the real top ten hot matches, and looking at the direction of the Heavenly Lotus Gate Flying Ship, everyone's hearts are unconsciously cold.

Including Jin Yuanfeng, Feng Fei, Guo Wei, Zhang Baling, and Liang Yujin, who disappeared for a while for a while, and now appeared again, even Long Qing and Li Yuanba, who had been quite bored, all looked in the direction of Tianlian Gate.

Compared with Li Yuanba's demonic demeanor, Liang Yujin's royal demeanor, Jin Yuanfeng's slightly coldness, Feng Fei, Huoyun, Qingyunshan and others' sect disciples' demeanor, Guo Wei's rich temperament, Zhang Baling, Li Qingfeng's casual cultivation and chic atmosphere.

Tianlian Menlian, a person who only shows up during martial arts competitions.

A figure who impressed the most in the eyes of everyone.

It wasn't a person, it was a knife, a knife without any emotional fluctuations.

Anyone who sees him at first glance will think that this is a knife, not a person.

Long Qing and Zheng He glanced at each other, and they both saw the solemnity in each other's eyes, this lotus was the one they couldn't see through.

is still a member of the Tianlian Sect, and arranging for Li Qingfeng to fight against him is something they have been thinking about for a long time.

Even Li Yuanba had a hint of curiosity and fighting intent in his eyes.

In the midst of countless eyes, the figure dressed in black and holding a knife in his left hand walked from the cabin to everyone's eyes.

Countless people subconsciously froze in their hearts, looking at this person, as if a knife was facing them.

From the flying ship of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, his hair was scattered, and his breath was uninhibited like a gust of wind, and he always had a slight smile on his face in the past, but at this time, he was only serious.

The two sides flew into the air in silence, Li Qingfeng looked at the opposite side cautiously, the knife without any temperature, the strength of the whole body had already been condensed, as if facing a great enemy, as if waiting for something.

Everyone below was also waiting for something, and many people were even worried about Li Qingfeng.

"You say, can he stop it?"

"How do I know? But with the way of the strong breeze, I should, can dodge. ”

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After two breaths, Lian raised her gaze and looked at Li Qingfeng, just a glance, Li Qingfeng, who had been through a hundred battles, suddenly had a kind of heart palpitation, which was a kind of pure gaze like looking at dead things.

With a heartbeat, the figure disappeared in an instant, and at the same time, a sharp sword light had already shone in everyone's eyes, slashing at the place where Li Qingfeng disappeared.

Countless people's hearts tightened, although they had seen such a knife light many times, they still couldn't hide the amazement and fear in their hearts.

In the first dozen rounds, every time someone died and the knife appeared, there was no exception.

Looking at Li Qingfeng, who appeared thousands of kilometers away, even Liang Yujin breathed a sigh of relief for him.

Fortunately, it's not a knife, otherwise they really wouldn't be sure!

Long Qing looked at Zheng He, Zheng He was silent for a moment, and shook his head, "Look at it again." ”

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