Chapter 43: Stepping on the Colorful Clouds (5)

There was no sound of broken fingers, and there was no appearance of blood splashing, so he paused in mid-air for a moment with one finger and one knife, only to see Du Xiaomei raise his left hand and point at the opponent's blade, and the original balance was broken in an instant.

The embroidery knife was knocked away by a strong force, even if Du Lili desperately resisted, it was to no avail, the war knife flew up, and a beautiful parabola was plunged straight into the ground outside the ring.

Du Xiaomei quickly withdrew her hands, her fingers were tender red, her hands were numb, and they seemed to be a little slightly injured, but it was irrelevant.

"Xiaomei's finger has a lot of flavor, and it has the power of a yang finger! It's a pity that her level is still too low to exert her due combat power!" The Great Elder's eyes were vicious, and he could see at a glance that Xiaomei's fingers after resisting were injured, but they had little impact on the battle.

Du Lili looked at the war knife in the distance, raised her hands and looked at her hands, a moment of confusion, she has worked so hard all the way over the years, passed the test, and finally had a bright day, and now she was woken up by a finger, it turned out that she was not good enough, it seems that she has to continue to work hard.

Du Lili was not discouraged, she quickly cheered up, looked at her hands, clenched her fists tightly, and said: "Du Xiaomei, I am not willing to lose to you this time, next time we will learn from each other!

"Well, don't worry!" Du Xiaomei nodded.

"Du Xiaomei, win!" the deacon elder shouted, "Rest for a quarter of an hour, the last game, Du Xiaomei VS Du Leng!"

"These two games were surprisingly fast!"

"Yes, maybe Du Xiaomei and Du Leng will have an evenly matched battle, let's raise our eyes, it's Du Fan, where did he die? It's almost over!"

"This rabbit cub, if you dare to come back later, I will break his dog's leg!" Du Tian said angrily.

Several elders in the ring were discussing, and they didn't seem to have much expectation for Du Fan's appearance.

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"Oh, grandma's, why are your ears so itchy!"

In a small corner of a big mountain, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, there is a small cave, and a teenager is muttering to himself, "Every time I practice a gong, I get dirty, and this dress is scrapped again!"

The young man who was complaining was Du Fan, looking at the surging battle qi in his body, his hands were clenched into fists, and he squeaked, "Three-star battle master, I have only been promoted by two levels, it's too little!"

Du Fan was depressed, remembering that he had risen a lot last time, it seems that as his father once said, the higher the level, the more difficult it is to rise, and even regress!

In the cave, Du Fan changed his clothes and hummed a song to go back.

As soon as I walked out of the cave, I suddenly remembered a big event, "It's over, it seems that today is the Patriarch Candidate Trial!"

Du Fan shouted, looking up at the sky, it's really over, it's so late, maybe it's too late to rush back now, "I have to go back to the board, close the black house!"

"Where is this?" Du Fan ran all the way before, escaping by instinct, but now it's good, he couldn't figure it out in the ravine for a while, and immediately climbed to a high place, and at a glance, he saw the Baibaolou in the distance, which was still so majestic.

"Hey, I remember the last time there was a flying weapon in the lobby, I didn't pay attention to it at the time, maybe I could buy it and fly home, if I can catch up, I shouldn't be beaten! Daddy is still very human!" Du Fan's eyes rolled, and he felt that this method was feasible, so he rushed to Baibaolou as fast as possible, now it is different from the past, he is now a real tyrant!

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Du family compound.

"It's time, Du Xiaomei VS Du Leng, the game begins!" the deacon elder announced on the stage.

"Come on, Du Xiaomei, you are the best!"

"Come on Du Leng, you are the overlord today!"

"Come on ......"

Fans of both of them cheered each other on the sidelines, adding a lot of popularity to the match.

"Du Xiaomei, you admit defeat early, I don't want to hurt you, after all, I have no grievances with you, and Du Fan, don't count on it, he will definitely not come, where may he hide, for fear of being laughed at!" Du Leng sneered.

"Don't pretend, who doesn't know your domineering, no matter whether Du Fan comes here today or not, you and I will have a battle, and we will know which is stronger and which is weak!"

Du Leng sneered, his right hand was also a palm, facing him head-on, "poof" The two palms clashed, there were no superfluous moves, just the strength of the internal force, a loud blow, stirring up powerful spatial fluctuations, and the two sides retreated dozens of zhang, equally.

"Both of them are three-star mid-level warriors, about the same as internal strength, let's look at their respective skills!" the silent Fourth Elder Du Nan suddenly spoke. Du Xiaomei is his daughter, and he is still very confident in his daughter.

Second Elder Du Mo listened, sneered slightly, and did not speak.

"Du Leng, it seems that you entered the three-star intermediate level earlier than me, take out all your strength, otherwise you won't be able to defeat me!" Du Xiaomei's hands glowed white, and she planned to replace the knife with her palm, in her eyes, it was not yet time for her to use the sword.

"Didn't you go all out, look at it!" Du Leng didn't talk nonsense, he roared, "Burst the stake", hit the ground with his right palm, boom, the crack of the earth, like a hideous scratching of teeth, extended to Du Xiaomei's feet, boom, a pillar of optimism.

Du Xiaomei, who had been prepared, jumped up, pointed on the stone pillar, jumped up dozens of zhang along the way, and fell from the sky, her hands emitting a blazing white light, dazzling like the noon sun.

"Eat me!" The beautiful palm fell down like a meteor, Du Leng looked up at the sky, without the slightest timidity, staring at the white light that was getting closer and closer, he didn't dodge, the battle qi in his body was violent, his left hand was sealed, and his right hand quickly swiped in the air, forming a transparent light shield, and the actual battle qi on it was flowing, and the microwave was sparkling.

"Xuguang Shield, Qi!" Suddenly, this transparent light shield emitted silvery-white lines, mixed with earthy yellow, and the lines were changing all the time, which was unpredictable.

Du Leng looked at the white light palm that was rapidly growing in his eyes through the Xuguang Shield, and the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sneer.

The next moment, the white light palm slammed into the light shield, bang, loud sound, as if a stone smashed on the glass and bounced open, but the glass was unscathed.

"Your attack power is not enough to defeat my light shield," Du Leng shouted, "Xuguang shield, enter combat mode!"

Du Xiaomei, who failed to strike a blow, decisively wanted to stop, and then the rebound of the light shield wanted to retreat, because she vaguely felt that if she didn't retreat, she would put herself at an absolute disadvantage.

Just as Du Xiaomei retreated, Du Leng's Xuguang shield turned gray-white.

Du Leng held the shield in his right hand, turned into a fist with his left hand, and violently bombarded the Xuguang shield, and through the violent vibration of the light shield, it was transmitted to Du Xiaomei outside the light shield.

Bang, bang, bang......

One punch after another, the sound wave burst out like thunder, acting on Du Xiaomei's body, and suddenly the whole body was boiling with qi and blood, and the war qi in the dantian was tumbling like a mountain and a sea, extremely uncomfortable, and the speed of retreat immediately slowed down.