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Shi Hao was still standing in place, his face was pale, he was like he had lost his soul, he knew that he was defeated, defeated.

At that moment just now, the evil dragon spat thorns, pitch black as ink, and between the lightning and flint, he clearly felt the threat of death.

Shi Hao quickly came back to his senses, saluted respectfully, and congratulated Chu Fei on his victory.

Wumen has always attached great importance to etiquette.

To win, you have to win glory, and to lose, you have to lose decently.

Chu Fei returned the salute, and in the martial arts, he knew that he had to give the loser the respect he deserved.

"Chu Fei, Chu Fei, Chu Fei!" The students in the tutorial class cheered, at this moment, Chu Fei was their god of war, the undefeated god.

Chu Fei calmly walked out of the arena, ignoring the cheers of his classmates, and when someone came over to congratulate him and wanted to throw him up, he said coldly: "Don't touch me." ”

The student was stunned and retreated.

Chu Feipan sat down, he brought two strings of crystal pill beads on his wrist, and he also put some beast pills with a good degree of integrity around him, but the Holy King Pill did not take it out, and he firmly remembered the story of the innocent and guilty of his crimes.

Worm King Crystal, Saint King Dan, that is something that can definitely make a grandmaster-level saint go crazy.

As soon as he sat down, he saw that the surging Void Yuan Holy Power was sucked into the relics in Chu Fei's body like a whale swallowing.

"Fei, how are you?" said Zhan Ling'er's thoughts.

"It's fine. Chu Fei replied, he tried his best to stay calm, but his body was still trembling slightly.

The Five Saints, the Five Saints of the Martial Sect Holy Son Hall, are really extraordinary, and the gap in the realm is not so easy to cross.

On the road of life and death, Chu Fei had never been so weak even when he fought against the powerhouses of the same realm, although there were certain environmental reasons, it also showed the horror of the martial arts five sages.

They are all geniuses, known as invincible in the same realm, not to mention that Chu Fei's realm is lower than them.

Chu Fei won, but it was a miserable victory, and he was only a little stronger.

"Next game, I'll come. Zhan Ling'er said.

"No, if I lose, it's not too late for you to make another move. ”

"I'm afraid I won't have a chance. Zhan Ling'er suddenly smiled, Chu Fei looked at her smile and was silent for a long time, Zhan Ling'er's heart was never as arrogant and savage as she appeared.

"You should know that you still have a chance. Chu Fei said lightly.

"Chu Fei, let's not fight, Shi Hao's level of opponent is definitely not something I can defeat, at least I can't do it now, I will buy you enough time, you have a good rest." ”

Chu Fei was silent, which meant that Zhan Ling'er gave up the chance to win and strive for a consummation for himself. And his idea is the same, fight hard for the opponent, even if he loses, it will also create an opportunity for Zhan Ling'er to win.

From the perspective of tactics alone, sacrificing Zhan Ling'er is undoubtedly the best choice, because Zhan Ling'er's strength is far inferior to Chu Fei, but emotionally speaking, Chu Fei is unwilling to do this, he has already won seven games, and Zhan Ling'er should be given more opportunities.

"Chu Fei, it's decided, if you don't agree, we'll ask Teacher Ding to decide. ”

"Okay, I agree. Chu Fei nodded and asked, if he asked Ding Qiu, the result would not change in any way, and everyone could see that this was the best decision.

"I'll buy you as much time as I can. Zhan Ling'er had a determined look in his eyes.

"It's just a game, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, protect yourself. Chu Fei's eyes were filled with some complicated things.

"I will. Zhan Ling'er's eyes showed a gentle smile.

It's rare for Zhan Ling'er to have such a gentle time. The corners of Chu Fei's mouth lifted slightly, and he barely made a relaxed expression. Then he beckoned, and a sword and a suit of armor appeared in his hand.

Purple Gold Blade and Phantom Wind Armor.

"Combat requires weapons that are in your hands, and although the Poor Tiger Hammer is in line with your temperament, the consumption is too great, and there is no limit to the number of weapons in this game, so multiple weapons are always good. ”

"Okay!" Zhan Ling'er was not polite, she took the purple gold war knife in her hand, the purple gold war knife had delicate patterns on it, the handle was inlaid with three different gems, and there were gorgeous patterns, Zhan Ling'er liked it as soon as she saw it.

The divine soldier has a spirit, and the supreme physique of the war spirit made her surrender to the purple gold war knife in a few breaths.

Next, she changed into the Phantom Wind Secret Armor, and a strange sense of lightness and elegance immediately appeared in her heart.

"Good knife, good armor, I think it's necessary to fight. Zhan Ling'er's smart eyes flashed with a desire for victory.

But when Zhan Ling'er dragged the huge Poor Void Heavy Hammer to stand in the fighting arena and faced the last opponent of the Martial Arts Sect who had not played before, her confidence in winning suddenly fell.

The other party appeared on the scene, a beautiful woman, who was the female sage who had been standing beside the leader of the martial arts.

"Wu Xian'er, eighteen years old, at the peak of the four houses, I am from the Holy Son Hall, and my title is the Flying Immortal Holy Son. ”

Wu Xian'er, the Flying Immortal Holy Son, gently removed the veil that had been covering her face, revealing a face that was delicately like a computer synthesis.

Her beauty is undoubted, with thin eyebrows like a crescent moon, black pupils, like a figure designed according to the golden ratio, and a white cloth dress, dust-free, setting off her like a fairy walking down on a rainbow. However, the most impressive thing is not her appearance, after all, there is no shortage of beauties in this world, and what can make people remember her at once is her temperament.

Wu Xian'er's temperament could not be more appropriately described by the four words ethereal Ruoxian, and the title of the Flying Immortal Holy Son seems to be tailor-made for her.

And the reason why Zhan Ling'er's heart of victory gradually sank was not that the other party had reached the peak of the four realms, and she was not a saint who had never defeated this realm, the reason why she lost confidence was that she couldn't feel the breath of Wu Xian'er.

No matter how hard he tried, Zhan Ling'er couldn't lock the other party's breath, Wu Xian'er was obviously standing opposite, but Zhan Ling'er felt as if he was facing a cloud of empty air, even if he looked at it with his eyes, there was only a vague figure. It seems that even when the light meets Wu Xian'er, it will be distorted and deformed, and it will automatically avoid.

This is a formidable opponent, far beyond ordinary four-fold opponents.

Wumen, is created by the Wu family, aiming to spread martial arts, nearly a thousand years of Wu family to recruit disciples, the strength of the growing at the same time, but also cultivated a large number of masters with his surname, many important positions in the door have gradually changed to his surname to hold, in order to show the Wu family of law Rong Wan family spirit, however, Wu is still the most powerful of all the surnames of the Wu family, mastering several kinds of secret skills.

Wu Xian'er is a direct descendant of the Wu family.

"Zhan Ling'er, you have to be careful, the Flying Immortal Holy Son is ranked twenty-eighth in the Holy Son Hall, and is the highest ranked among the Four Holy Saints, and she is truly invincible in the same realm, by the way, she is an innate mind master, and she has an innate and powerful mind relic. Ding Qiu's voice reached Zhan Ling'er's ears through the headphones.

"Are you invincible in the same realm?" Zhan Ling'er smiled slightly, a strong opponent will make the weak frightened, but the real strong will only ignite a stronger fighting spirit. Zhan Ling'er undoubtedly belongs to the latter.

The moment the battle began, Zhan Ling'er rushed forward, and the poor tiger hammer smashed directly at Wu Xian'er, and the name of the Violent Witch was well deserved.

This is not a simple hammer, it is attached to Zhan Ling'er's natal holy skill: Thunderball.

Under normal circumstances, to buy more time for her teammates, you should focus on defense, but after Zhan Ling'er sensed the threat of her opponent, she resolutely went the opposite way, because she knew that if she played according to the opponent's rhythm, she might not even have the opportunity to shoot with all her strength.

Wu Xian'er smiled softly, a faint silver light emitted from her body, and distorted light patterns appeared in the air, she floated away for several feet like a slippery fish, and the thunder of Zhan Ling'er with a locking effect was useless to Wu Xian'er. She easily dodged the blow.

Then, Wu Xian'er's palm flipped over, and a silver-white long sword had already appeared in the palm of his hand, and the tip of the sword gently pulled out a few sword flowers, stabbing towards Zhan Ling'er's left chest and abdomen.

Without majestic momentum, this sword is light, elegant, and precise.

Zhan Ling'er didn't look at the stabbing long sword, she smashed it down with another hammer.

Unable to lock the opponent's position, Zhan Ling'er's hammer could only rely on his previous combat instincts to smash over, and the hammer fell to the ground, smashing the newly repaired floor into a crack that was difficult to recover again, and the terrifying fluctuations spread out like a boulder falling into the water.

The watery light patterns on Wu Xian'er's body reappeared, and the ripples of the Dao Dao easily buffered the fluctuations emitted by the Poor Tiger's heavy hammer, and the silver long sword still stabbed at Zhan Ling'er with a slight metallic tremble.

"Break!" Zhan Ling'er snorted lightly, moved half a meter away like lightning, and used the lightning arc step, and then smashed out with another hammer, this time, the holy power fluctuations emitted by the poor tiger's heavy hammer were more than twice as strong, and the thunder roared in the void, this was a holy skill that she had never used before, and the thunder was ten thousand heavy.

The dense thunder and the sudden increase in the fluctuation of the holy power finally forced Wu Xian'er to back down, but the next moment, the long sword in Wu Xian'er's hand made a buzzing sound, and the Void Yuan Holy Power attached to the sword body bloomed with milky white light, turning into layers of clouds and mist phantoms, and the sword blade still stabbed towards Zhan Ling'er's chest.