The first to play in the fourth round was not Liang Ming, but Qiu Qi. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiu Qi deserves to be one of the Tianjiao of Lingyuan Cave, and as soon as he appeared, he won the applause of the whole house, and some level female monks screamed loudly, almost shouting out such words as "Qiu Qi, I want to help you give birth to a little monkey".

However, these compliments obviously had no effect on Qiu Qi, and his almost expressionless face seemed to always have the four big words "Don't approach the living".

It is indeed cool enough, wearing a dark robe, a well-defined face, and a pair of eyes as sharp as a blade, the whole person is standing in the ring, like Yue Linyuan, and a momentum is silently spreading around.

Qiu Qi's opponent was a young man in a brocade robe, who looked very young, and he might be more in awe of Qiu Qi, and he was extremely chic when he jumped up, but when he fell into the ring, he seemed a little hurried, and he was almost embarrassed and fell in the ring.

"Haha......" The people under the ring burst into laughter, which suddenly made the momentum of the brocade-robed young man a little weaker.

"You first. Qiu Qi's eyebrows raised slightly, and he spoke.

The brocade-robed young man clenched his fists, and then, a three-foot-long sword appeared in his hand. With a slight flick of his wrist, a slight dragon groan sounded from the sword body, and then a chill rose into the air, turning into a chilling killing intent covering Qiu Qi, and the entire ring was like a gust of wind blowing in an instant, whining.

"Good sword!" Qiu Qi still cherished words like gold. Leaned on the side slightly, then raised his right hand lightly, and with a flick of his fingertips, a wisp of breaking the air suddenly sounded from Qiu Qi's fingers.

Liang Ming looked at it intently, and saw that the wisp of finger wind tore the space as if it had substance, and then hit the brocade-clothed young man's long sword hard.

"Zheng!" With a crisp sound, the sword swayed and almost flew out of his hand. Under one finger, all the killing intent melted like ice and snow, and the news disappeared in an instant.

Qiu Qi's style of "Heavy Ming Finger" has reached the peak, and his strength is not inferior, he is already at the peak of the Dan period, and half a foot is about to step into the realm of practicing void, and the young man is indeed not his opponent.

Defeated, the brocade-robed young man's face turned a little pale, but he still stubbornly clenched the hilt of the sword, looked at Qiu Qi with a resolute face, and said, "Senior Brother Qiu, I hope to teach you again." ”

Then he clenched the sword with both hands and whispered, "In the form of a sword, turn into a dragon shadow......"

As soon as the brocade-robed young man spoke, the sword in his hand suddenly shone brightly, and it exploded several times in an instant, exuding endless golden rays, and then the golden rays exploded with a bang, and nine golden dragons flew out of the sword.

"It's kind of interesting, it seems that I still underestimate you, you actually practiced the Dragon Shadow Technique. It was rare for Qiu Qi to say a complete sentence, and it seemed that the dragon shadow technique of the brocade-robed boy was also extraordinary, which attracted Qiu Qi's attention.

Nine golden dragons soared into the air, a coercion suddenly appeared, although these nine golden dragons were born from swords, but as if they had entities, lifelike, even every scale on the body can be seen clearly, and more importantly, the momentum of the world, which makes people feel ordinary and small in the face of the time.

Liang Ming sighed slightly, it seems that he still underestimates the heroes of the world, the dragon shadow trick of the brocade robe boy, if it is himself, if he does not use special means, it will be extremely difficult to deal with.

Looking at Qiu Qi again, he found that Qiu Qi frowned slightly, and then slapped his hands, and a magic weapon like a flower bone appeared in front of him.

"Interpretation of the flowers! A thought of flowers blooms, and life is endless!" I don't know when, a woman who was floating out of the dust appeared next to Liang Ming, watching the battle.

It turned out that Qiu Qi's magic weapon was called the Interpretation Flower.

"A thought blooms!" Facing the menacing nine dragons, Qiu Qi's voice was cold and indifferent.

In an instant, as if the sound of flowers could be heard, the magic weapon in front of Qiu Qi was blooming piece by piece like a flower bone, and at the same time, a terrifying energy was slowly recovering, almost making people can't help but bow their heads and worship.

But the flower looked so beautiful and soft, dreamy, with a little unreal. When the last petal was fully opened, a powerful aura enveloped the entire ring. Immediately afterwards, one, two, three, and countless petals flew out from the interpretation flower, falling colorfully, covering the entire sky, and it was extremely beautiful.

The nine giant dragons seemed to be able to sense the crisis, roaring violently, roaring, and rushing towards Qiu Qi with their teeth and claws, and a huge amount of energy began to spread over the ring, and kept exploding, impacting the entire ring to a crumbling ground.

Seeing this, the deacon elder who presided over the competition pressed his hand lightly around the ring, and a soft light lit up, and then flashed, and the whole ring looked solid as usual.

At this time, looking at the top of the ring, the nine dragons have been entangled in the flying petals, and they are desperately resisting and struggling.

"Flowers bloom and fall!"

Qiu Qi's voice sounded again. The Interpretation Flower closed and bloomed in an instant, closing and blooming nine times in a row in just a few breaths.

"Bang, bang, bang......" As the Interpretation Flower closed and bloomed, the bodies of the nine dragons continued to explode, and finally came to naught.

The brocade-clothed young man kept retreating, staggering and finally standing firm, but at this moment his face was bloodless, and even the long sword in his hand was completely lost and eclipsed.

"I lost!" The young man in brocade was also single, and he directly admitted defeat.

watched the competition between the two groups again, and the time was approaching, and it was finally Liang Ming's turn to face off against Han Shaofeng.

Han Shaofeng is not like Liang Ming, as soon as he appeared, many supporters cheered for him. Also, no matter what era he is in, Han Shaofeng is definitely a beautiful man, with a face like a crown of jade, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, a graceful demeanor, and a jade tree in the wind. Compared with Qiu Qi's coldness, he was a little more gloomy.

"Liang Ming, you can't beat Senior Brother Han, if you have self-knowledge, give up quickly. Someone shouted loudly from under the ring.

"Yes, don't be ashamed of the waste wood!" someone must have echoed if someone spoke up.

"Liang Ming, don't think that if you win Xia Liu, you will be pretentious, you don't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick. ”

didn't bother to pay attention to the group of shouting scum under the ring, Liang Ming directly stretched out his middle finger. This time, it was like a frying pan under the ring, and there was a curse.

Han Shaofeng looked at Liang Ming with a somewhat unhappy face, and said, "Senior Brother Liang is not a generous person. ”

"I didn't greet their father and mother directly, since Senior Brother Han has such a big measure, can I also call Senior Brother Han a waste of firewood?"

As soon as Liang Ming's words came out, Han Shaofeng suddenly felt as uncomfortable as swallowing a dead fly, knowing that he was far inferior to Liang Ming in the battle of words, so he pretended to be generous and said: "Senior Brother Liang, you should strike first, lest you will never have a chance again as soon as Senior Brother and I make a move." ”

"Are you sure?" asked Liang Ming, pretending to be stupid.

"Sure!" Han Shaofeng was complacent, thinking in his heart that even if Liang Ming defeated Xia Liu, it was still a big gap compared to him, so he showed generosity.

"Since the senior brother wants to fulfill the younger brother, the younger brother is disrespectful. "Liang Ming thought to himself, since you, Han Shaofeng, want to dig a pit for your own use, then I don't mind helping you fill in the soil.

After a little communication with the mobile phone, Liang Ming raised his hand, and a flashbang and a modified anesthetic bomb carrying a large amount of anesthetic flew towards Han Shaofeng's feet one after the other.

Han Shaofeng didn't know what Liang Ming threw over, but it didn't seem to have much lethality, so he simply built a defensive circle outside his body. But then Han Shaofeng knew that he was wrong, but unfortunately he had no chance to turn the tables.

The flashbang exploded first, and a loud bang was accompanied by a strong light, which overshadowed the day, Han Shaofeng screamed, and covered his eyes with his hands and knelt on the ground involuntarily. The anesthetic bomb that followed then exploded, and a thick white mist wrapped Han Shaofeng tightly.

A moment later, with a thud, Han Shaofeng fell directly to the ground silently.

When the flashbang exploded, many people under the ring also burned their eyes, but due to the distance and the fact that they were all cultivators, they recovered relatively quickly. However, when he looked at the ring again, he found that Han Shaofeng had fallen to the ground, unconscious, and couldn't help but become silent all of a sudden.

After a long time, someone came to their senses and looked at Liang Ming in awe at ease in the ring.

"What kind of magic weapon is this, it's so terrifying, my eyes still hurt and I'm still crying. ”

"I don't know, Han Shaofeng was knocked down all of a sudden. Someone gasped as he spoke.

"Just now someone said that Liang Ming is waste firewood, is there such a waste firewood, the whole ****** is a routine. The speaker shook his head and sighed.

"Liang Ming is not simple, it is too easy to win. Do you think Han Shaofeng is dead?"

"No, the sect is more than a few ...... who have a dead hand," the person who replied was also unsure.

Liang Ming was about to leave the ring, but was stopped by the deacon elders and asked, "How is Han Shaofeng?"

Showing a mouthful of white teeth, slightly shy, Liang Ming said somewhat harmlessly: "It's okay, just sleep for a few hours." ”

After saying that, he walked away, leaving only the deacon elder looking at Han Shaofeng, who was lying in the ring with a complicated face, and still didn't wake up.