Under the pressure of Xuanyuan Hong's wings, he had to expose his wings. It's rooted in his mother's bloodline, but in the human body, it seems a little incongruous. And this is also the first time he has shown it in front of people, and he is still very unaccustomed.

His parents had been dead for many years, but every night he remembered what he could remember. His parents' voices had faded a little, and he was really afraid that he would never remember their faces one day. So, he reminds himself every night.

Xuanyuan Hong's speed was nearly ten times faster under the increase of the Wing Demon Tool, and Qing Yu would not be weak in speed after having wings, but due to his neglect of practice, he was still very clumsy in flying with wings. This suffered a big loss, and was poked a few holes in his body by Fang Tian's painting halberd, and blood burst like a spring.

"Throw in the towel, you're no match for me. Xuanyuan Hong shouted, but the movements in his hands did not stop. The flying dragon is in the queen of heaven, followed by the dragon dominating the nine skies.

This move is even more domineering, and its halberd opens and closes vertically and horizontally, and there is an unstoppable momentum of ten thousand armies.

Qing Yu was completely suppressed and beaten, he had several means to deal with it, but unfortunately his magical ability was completely imprisoned, and he currently did not have the ability to break this imprisonment. The only thing he can do now is to keep retreating, and retreat later to resolve Xuanyuan Hong's sharpness.

Retreat is not fear, let alone cowardice, nor failure, but strategy, exchanging space for time, and delaying the situation with time.

Although he kept retreating, he retreated very carefully, and every retreat was his initiative, the length of the distance, and the grasp of the direction were all subtle.

Whenever he took a step back, as soon as his hind feet landed, Fang Tian's halberd arrived, brushing the edge of his clothes and even the tip of his nose, but it didn't hurt his body anymore.

Emperor Haotian said: "It is easy to attack with all your strength, but it is difficult to retreat effectively. And this kid did a good job of retreating, which is really rare. ”

Xuanyuan Wuji didn't say anything, he always had this grandson in his heart, even if he thought he was long gone all these years, he would still think of that stubborn and childish face. No matter what he does, he will be meticulous and strive to be the best.

Now he is in the ring, and he is still the same him. Even the retreat is exactly the same, as if every step back is measured with a ruler. He wasn't interested in the efficiency of Qing Yu's retreat, but his precision, and he was really curious about how Qing Yu did it.

In Qing Yu's mind, he had already turned on the spirit detection, and he didn't have to share it with others, which was a lot lighter. And when the mental detection is relaxed, a very strange set of numbers will appear. After many calculations, these data are actually marked with the strength and toughness of the human body.

When Qing Yu retreated, he actually made a fierce calculation in the sea of spirits, and finally calculated which position this foot should be exposed. This is the reason why Qing Yu can be accurate to the point, which is enviable.

Xuanyuan Hong kept attacking, and Xuanyuan Qingyu was constantly retreating. Xuanyuan Hong was so angry that he shouted: "Bad seed, you have the ability to fight with me in a dignified manner." ”

"Haven't I been fighting with you all the time?"

Xuanyuan Hong also had no way to take Qing Yu for a while, his halberd method changed, and he became more violent and crazy. And his whole person has become an elusive shadow.

Fang Tian's painting halberd burst out with extremely strong energy, and as soon as Qing Yufu came into contact, he suffered a big loss. The furious power burrowed into his body and was wreaking havoc, and the furious strength of the halberd was still coming like the waves, stacked and pounded.

"Not good!" Qing Yu realized that it was not good, and he stepped back again. This time he retreated farther, and he took more than a step in one step.

And this did not depart from the attack domain of Fang Tian's halberd, and the violent halberd shadows in front of him finally converged into a halberd.

Qing Yu, who had been retreating, did not retreat again, and he could see that this was Xuanyuan Hong's strongest halberd so far. If he retreats, he may really be defeated. After changing the style of play, Xuanyuan Hong seems more adventurous.

Qing Yu's wings were wide open, but the person stood on the ground without hesitation, and the ghost slashing knife slashed down at the central axis.

"Good halberd!"

People praised Xuanyuan Hong's halberd. This halberd gathers all the essence and spirit into a line, which is enough to cut the ground and break the galaxy. Its indomitable determination is the essence of this halberd.

"Good knife technique!"

There were also people who applauded Qing Yu's knife skills.

This knife of Qing Yu is called Zhenyue. The third knife at the end of the world.

Zhenyue, with the mountains and the town of Shenzhou, with the monument and the town of the mountains.

Qing Yu's knife is heavy. A knife falls, like a heavenly monument falling from the sky, steadily facing the heavenly halberd.

This knife, Qing Yu only comprehended two days ago. It is completely different from the square inch square circle, this knife is more pure, and it pays attention to overwhelming people with power. What is Potential?

The trend of the heart, the direction of the mountains and rivers, the wishes of heaven and earth, and the thoughts of the common people are all potential.

Momentum, there is homeopathy, there is also contrarianism. And what he understands now is only homeopathy, the homeopathy of mountains and rivers.

The swords and halberds intersected, and the two figures flew out at once, and the muffled sound was endless.

I saw Qing Yu holding the knife on his chest, and the hand holding the knife was still trembling. Xuanyuan Hong's relatives leaned back with their halberds to support his crumbling body.

Xuanyuan Hong's body was not bloodstained, but there was a trace of defeat.

Qing Yu had already spilled blood on his chest, and even more so at this time, a huge injury that was deep enough to see the bones was slashed from his left shoulder to his right rib, and the scar that was as long as a foot and a half was oozing blood everywhere.