In the past, Luo Jiutian had endless lethality for girls. The previous time, after experiencing the bitter love with Ziye, his temperament has added a bit of calmness and restraint. At the same time, with the improvement of cultivation, the manly spirit in him became stronger.

Now, even Zi Ye is a little overwhelmed by Luo Jiutian, let alone a girl like Murong Danqing who is not deeply involved in the world?

Regarding the matter of Luo Jiutian and Ziye, Murong Danqing is no stranger. Therefore, Luo Jiutian's appearance has always made her extremely curious.

At this moment, when she really looked at Luo Jiutian, the girl almost instantly had a feeling of being unable to extricate herself. And her jealousy of Zi Ye was even deeper: "Duanmu Zi Ye!

"Huh?" Luo Jiutian frowned slightly, he seemed to feel something.

"What's wrong with my brother?" Long Haotian said with a smile.

"No, it's nothing!" Luo Jiutian "Gu Dong Gu Dong" took a few more sips of wine.

"What? Could it be that you were attracted by the girl on stage?" Long Haotian quipped.

"You can't talk nonsense!" Luo Jiutian patted Long Haotian on the shoulder, "Let Ziye hear it, but I have to suffer!"

While speaking, the three of them had already arrived at the largest private room. Long Haotian had already listened to Zhao Linyuan's brief description of the situation, so he didn't disturb Yan Huang, but chose to let him fight the enemy seriously.

"Two!" Zhao Linyuan settled down Long Haotian and the other three, and then came to the desk next to the decisive battle table, "Let's start! Don't let everyone wait for a long time!"

"Yes, let's go, let's go!"

The crowd also made a commotion. After all, the two have been facing each other for too long, which has whetted everyone's appetite.

"Hmph!" Yan Desert snorted.

Long Haotian's arrival made his desire to fight even stronger. Of course, the pressure is even greater. After all, he was absolutely unwilling to be defeated in front of Long Haotian.

"Take it!

Yan Huang roared angrily, his body was like an arrow off the string, and the palm wind whistled towards Murong Danqing.

The girl's thoughts at the moment were still a little trapped in jealousy of Zi Ye, so her movements were slightly slower by half a beat. Just listen to the two soft sounds of "Click!", and the sharp palm wind almost touched her cheek, cutting off a strand of her green silk in an instant.

"Okay——"

The audience applauded. They never expected that Yan Huang's first blow would almost hurt this proud woman of the sky.

"Heh, it's not bad!"

The girl pinched a strand of broken hair in her fingertips, and her heart was full of anger. But her face remained calm.

"You're not weak either!" Yan Huang complimented, "Otherwise, it was your head that was cut off just now!"

On the decisive stage, a life and death order was signed, even if Murong Danqing was really killed by Yan Huang, the Thousand Phoenix Palace would definitely not and could not condemn him. So at this moment, Yan Huang had no scruples, and his words already contained endless killing intent, as if Murong Danqing was the real murderer who destroyed him.

"Heh, do you think you're strong when you take advantage of a little advantage?" Murong Danqing sneered, "Then let you see the strength of the Thousand Phoenix Palace's Holy Maiden's reserves!"

After that, he saw Murong Danqing's figure flash, and his body suddenly disappeared in place.

"So fast!"

Everyone exclaimed, and they felt that their eyes could no longer keep up with the girl's posture.

"This girl is so talented! No wonder she will also become a reserve of saints!" Luo Jiutian said in a low voice.

"How about comparing with Zi Ye?" asked Long Haotian. Until now, he hadn't really comprehended Zi Ye's martial arts strength, and he was somewhat curious.

"I'm afraid it's comparable!" Luo Jiutian said very seriously.

"It's comparable!" Long Haotian took a deep breath and said with a smile, "To be able to get such an evaluation from you, brother, it seems that this Murong girl's strength is very strong!"

"Heh, it's just comparable!" Murong Danqing's face flashed with a cold color when he heard this.

Because she was a little unable to extricate herself from Luo Jiutian, she was cut off by Yan Huang just now, which made the girl feel deeply ashamed. At the same time, she also wanted to know what Luo Jiutian said about herself, so she divided a trace of soul power and listened carefully to the movements in the private room.

No matter how cautious Long Haotian was, he didn't think of this. So, although their voices were not high, they were heard by the girl without omission.

Seeing that Murong Danqing had already killed himself in an instant, Yan Huang instantly changed his moves, and with one move, "Ten Thousand Trees Broken", he slammed towards the girl.

Murong Danqing sneered, and saw that there was already an extra paintbrush in her hand: "Is Wanmu broken?" Then let me see if I can break it all!"

After that, I saw the girl dancing lightly with a paintbrush and jade arm, as if she was painting in public. Her movements are beautiful, making people feel that at that moment, she is like a fairy Linfan, and she is worthy of her name "Danqing".

"What!"

Yan Huang's eyes froze. He didn't dare to imagine that in this moment of lightning, Murong Danqing's movements could be so elegant. Her seemingly unhurried brushstrokes instantly sketched a picture of "Ten Thousand Wood Forest" in the air.

"Take the true qi as the ink color, and the void as the picture scroll......"

Long Haotian felt the girl's technique, and his heart was somewhat shocked. The understanding of the Thousand Phoenix Hall has also deepened. Ah Luo's skills are not even fur at all. And the real techniques of the Thousand Phoenix Hall are all the fusion of strength and beauty to the extreme.

On the decisive battle platform, I watched the turbulent tsunami-like palm wind of the Yan Desolation slammed towards the ten thousand wood forests outlined by Murong Danqing.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the violent roar was deafening. People feel their eardrums tremble and their bodies tremble slightly.

Countless "trees" were destroyed by the "tsunami". But in an instant, they popped up like weeds again. The two offensive forces, which seemed to be tangible, burst into violent sparks on the decisive table, and people were dazzled to watch.

Yan Huang's heart was shocked. He really didn't expect that Murong Danqing's stamina would be so strong. However, as soon as he thought that Long Haotian and Ji Wuchen were looking at him in the private room, Yan Huang's unyielding heart suddenly burst out with endless strength.

"I'll see how long your rotten wood can resist!" Yan Huang roared angrily, and the power of "Ten Thousand Trees Broken" instantly increased by fifty percent.

"Click——"

Just look at the new "tree" being constantly broken, and gradually there is some weakness. Yan Huang's face showed a hint of smugness.

Murong Danqing's face was cold. She had to admit that she was more or less despised Yan Huang. Especially when she thought that she couldn't make a quick decision, she might be looked down upon by Luo Jiutian, and her heart was angry to the extreme.

"Baichuan Competition!"

Suddenly, I heard the girl's voice, and her pen changed instantly.

This time, her brushes are no longer intermittent, but practiced as one. In an instant, a large river was drawn from her pen.

"Run for your life!"

People seem to really see the rivers roaring towards them, as if they are about to swallow themselves. So much so that all the audience were frightened by this amazing scene and fled in panic, and the entire audience was in chaos in an instant.

Seeing this, Zhao Linyuan shouted. Suddenly, the guards of the Holy Star Tower took their respective positions. Since the last time he was attacked by Qingyun Song with a copper plate before leaving, almost causing casualties, Zhao Linyuan didn't dare to save trouble anymore, and every time he would let the guards go all out.

At this moment, more than a hundred and so fierce men rushed to the front of the audience in an instant, each forming a barrier with their own true qi.

What Yan Huang exerted was the power of pure yang, but the power of Murong Danqing was the most yin and soft. This time, it was a complete duel between rigidity and softness, a collision of ice and fire.

In an instant, I saw that dozens of great rivers were rushing, colliding with the volcanic palm wind of the Yan Desolation. The terrifying power almost destroyed the decisive battle.

The aftermath of the explosion alone left the guards severely wounded. In an instant, he lay down more than halfway.

In the private room, Long Haotian, Ji Wuchen and Luo Jiutian all stood up, all with serious expressions in their eyes. Just watch the flames of the desolation gradually extinguish under the fierce irrigation of hundreds of rivers, and his footsteps are already approaching the edge of the decisive battle.

(End of chapter)