Li Chenao was engrossed, and the long sword in his hand let out bursts of sword roars, like arrows drawing a bow, and it was about to explode. On the other hand, Dongfang Bai is still so chic and leisurely, as calm as a leisurely stroll.

"Fight greedy wolves!" Li Chenao made a move with the Seven Star Heavenly Technique, and the long sword in his hand soared into the sky with a dazzling light, like a divine dragon flying into the sky.

"Believe in this sword, even Dongfang Bai has to use some real skills!" Yu Shuzi was satisfied with Li Chenao's combat methods.

But just when everyone was amazed by the power of the Seven Star Heavenly Technique, the white clothes in the ring suddenly disappeared!

Feng Wuyan met with his eyes instead of his eyes, his face was shocked, and he said helplessly: "Defeated!"

I only heard Li Chenao shouting bitterly, the person had been knocked out of the ring, and the cyan stegosaurus was also annihilated, and Dongfang Bai was like Mount Tai, standing in front of Li Chenao. At this moment, his right palm was lightly raised, making it the first form of the Little Mixed Yang Divine Palm.

This battle won countless admiration for Dongfang Bai, not only that, but unlike yesterday, Li Chenao was only knocked down and was not insulted.

This surprised the people of the Xiaoliu Cloud Sect, but only Feng Wuyan noticed that his burning gaze was staring at Zhang Yueyao.

In this round, Li Chenao and Liu Tianlei both lost, and half an hour later, Zhang Yueyao and Feng Wuyan both played.

"Yue Yao, I believe you will win!" Feng Wuyan encouraged, and went to his battlefield alone, there are not many people here, except for Li Feiyuan, the Qingxuan Sect who is the ruling, only the three of Yuquanzi Han Yang and Qiu Zihua cheered for Feng Wuyan, and those who cheered for Ying Wuwu were Liu Changchun's deputy head of the sect and several disciples.

Most of them went to witness the elegance of Zhang Yueyao, the peerless beauty of Xiaoliuyun Sect, and even Ouyang Tian cheered loudly under the ring: "Senior Sister Zhang, you must be careful of Senior Brother Zhao's Golden Fire Double Technique, Five Elements Technique, he has only cultivated these two!"

Hearing this, the junior brother surnamed Zhao in the ring almost fainted......

On the other side of the ring, Feng Wuyan has already started a battle with Ying Wuwu.

"Qi runs through Changhong!" Ying Wuwu probably followed Dongfang Bai's example, in order to please Zhang Yueyao, he no longer humiliated Xiaoliuyun Sect, and turned into a gas, directly locking the three zhang Fang Yuan around Feng Wuyan, making him unable to move.

"Oops......" The body was attacked by a violent gas, and the wind dancer took a few steps back, and blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, "I almost fell off the ring in one step, and I almost lost!"

Feng Wuyan looked behind him, his face full of shock and fear.

"Haha......" the arrogant Ying Wuwu laughed loudly, "I have already given you a chance, but you are not smart enough, so I can't be blamed below!"

When the words fell, Ying Wuwu spread his hands, stirring thousands of aircurrents behind him, as if there was a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring, and a huge airflow vortex appeared above the head of the wind dancer.

"Ah......h At this time, Ying Wuwu also flew into the whirlpool. The swift whirlwind dazzles the eyes and ears, and the sound of pain is constantly heard.

Hearing this voice, Liu Changchun closed his eyes with relief.

"Boom!"

The whirlpool exploded, and the wind dancer fell hard, apparently seriously injured. It should be worry-free, but it is flying from the sky and still standing.

"Pheasant, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, you ......" Yu Quanzi's concerned words sounded.

"It's okay, Master!" the wind dancer jumped up like a monkey, surprising everyone.

"Thank you for your mercy just now, otherwise I would have lost this time!" Feng Wuyan smiled as he swung the purple thunder and attacked with an extremely mediocre move.

Ying Wuwu's face was cold, and he waved his hand to draw air to block the attack of the wind dancer, and retreated, without making any counterattack.

"Master, what's wrong with Senior Brother Wuwu?" asked Xiang Liu Changchun without regret, "Why didn't Senior Brother fight back?"

Although Liu Changchun was surprised, he was also leisurely, and said softly: "Worry-free seems to be exhausted, maybe he has just turned the sky too hard!" Although Liu Changchun said this, he frowned, this wind dance was obviously affected by the impact of the air and the sky, and he obviously vomited blood, why did he seem to be not injured?

Liu Changchun never thought that someone would be willing to fall from a high altitude and secretly hurt himself and vomit blood.

"Yunlei Zhenling!"

The Wind Dance Halberd turned into dozens of inscrutable attacks, seemingly mysterious, but extremely simple, obviously it can be easily avoided, but it is the first to move, Ying Wuwu just retreated to the left, and his halberd head was already ready to kill. should be worry-free and constantly retreating, stretched to the limit, and the coat of the whole body is shattered.

"Hmph!" Ying Wuwu's face was extremely ugly, and he was angry to the extreme, if the extreme martial arts hurt him like this, he would be a little better, but Feng Wuyan was obviously a cultivator of the Spirit Gathering Realm like him, and the attack style he swung was also extremely simple, and he could destroy him with a light palm, but just now in the whirlpool, the whirling air flow was easily dodged by him, and he did not suffer much damage, but he was counterattacked by the whirlpool explosion, and his strength was difficult to support for a while, which can be described as a tiger falling Pingyang being bullied by dogs.

"Wind Dancer, you are looking for death!"

After half a pillar of incense, it should be free to induce qi to transform, and one hundred and eighty fierce air currents will be sent out one after another, killing the wind and dancing from all sides, and launching a supreme blow.

In the face of the siege and killing, the wind dancer did not dodge, but kept waving the purple thunder, learning Qiu Zihua to fight without regrets, splitting the air flow with the four styles of the divine halberd, and fighting and retreating, and finally being pierced by dozens of air currents, at this moment, many people thought that the wind dance must have been defeated, and Liu Changchun closed his eyes peacefully.

But the Wind Dancing Goose still stood on the edge of the ring, fluttering like autumn leaves, but it just didn't fall.

"Not down yet!"

Seeing this, Ying Wuwu was furious, urging Wanyue Chaozong to the extreme, only to see that around him, the air flow soldiers, swords, swords, halberds, axes, sticks, guns, eighteen kinds of weapons glowing with scorching brilliance, very dazzling, very frightening.

"This weapon made of gas is better than a real knife and a real gun, you are doomed to death!" Ying Wuwu said coldly, at this moment, he couldn't wait to kill Feng Wuyan directly.

Wind Dance retreated in fear, and it wasn't until everyone's eyes were drawn to Ying Wuwu that he showed a cold look.

But he didn't wield a counterattack, but survived in the cracks of the eighteen weapons, his body was like the wind, shuttling through it, not retreating, but constantly forcing Ying Wuwu. Even though the offensive style is dense, he relies on the strength of his muscles and bones, the boundlessness of the spiritual sea, and constantly improves his speed when ordinary people have long been exhausted.

"Master, why does Xiao Yan never fight back and always defend passively?" Qiu Zihua asked curiously, this sentence, like a stone falling into the water, set off waves in the hearts of several people.

"Pneumatic Xuanhuang!"

The final form suddenly erupted, and eighteen kinds of weapons surrounded the wind dancer, like a psychic, as if chasing a fowl, making the wind dance duck jump up and down.

"It seems that the outcome has been decided!" Li Feiyuan sighed secretly in his heart, and Liu Changchun closed his eyes again, preparing to leave.

But at this moment, a small voice sounded in Ying Wuwu's ears.

"Senior Brother Ying, hello!"

Ying Wuwu originally looked at the wind dancing like a monkey, and was smug and happy, but at this moment, he actually appeared in front of him.

Not only that, but the eighteen attacks were also attacking from behind him at this moment.

"He's ready to burn all the jade!" Knowing that something was wrong, he didn't want to stop it, but he was disrupted by the purple thunder, and he wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't get rid of the wind and dance.

"Boom!"

With a stirring roar, the entire ring was scattered, the dust fell, and everyone saw the wind dancing pheasant vomiting blood, standing on the ground decadently, his body shaking, if there was no purple thunder support, he was afraid that he would have fallen to the ground.