Yuan Infant Showdown, Emperor's Ceremony, the Last Battle!

Today is different, the clouds are thick, and the wind and rain are coming!

It was surprisingly sultry, but this did not affect the enthusiasm of the warmongers, Phoenix Square, full of seats, even the outermost circle of high walls, there was a row, and the crowd gathered outside the square was also 50,000 people!

The decisive battle on Phoenix Terrace is ready to go!

Leng Qianqiu vs. Zixiu Santa Field, Light VS Destruction!

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Zi Xiu's face is solemn today, there is still half an hour, he is about to ascend the Phoenix Platform again, although he has won there three times before, but this time, the result may be different, on the Phoenix Stage, who is the master of ups and downs, it is unknown.

In the stands, this time, he said a few more words to Xiao Su.

"Brother Xiu, although we have said many times before, I really want you to win to the end, whether it is for 90 million or something else, but now, I am a little worried......" Xiao Su wanted to speak and stopped, not knowing what to say.

Yourou also lost her previous playfulness, and smiled slightly: "Brother Xiu, you don't want it, you are the most important, take care!"

Seeing that the two of them were very sensible, he and Yourou hugged each other gently, and suddenly smiled: "You two have to have confidence in me, even if you can't win, there will be no accidents, my Lingfeng Phantom, run fast!"

In fact, nothing can be faster than the speed of light, the speed of light!

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At this time, the Chu Sect Master, who had not been seen for a long time, came here and found him.

"Zixiu, I finally found you. Chu Jianfeng, with crane hair and a childish face, dressed in a dark green gilded brocade robe, hurried over.

"Sect Master Chu, why are you here?" When he saw Chu Xiaoxiao's father, he felt an indescribable discomfort in his heart, not knowing how she was now, whether she was okay or not.

Chu Jianfeng's expression was serious, he stroked his white beard, and smiled suddenly: "I've always been here, paying attention to you, but I didn't expect you to pass all the way and enter the stage of the decisive battle, which made the old man feel a lot of emotion." ”

Speaking of boarding the Phoenix Platform and conducting the Yuanying duel, Chu Jianfeng is still the initiator!

"By the way, Sect Master Chu, how is Xiao Xiao now, I have been busy preparing for the battle, and I haven't been able to find time to see her, and I don't want to disturb her recuperation anymore. He smiled sheepishly.

"Alas!" Chu Jianfeng sighed and said, "You'd better not go to see Xiao Xiao now, I know that you went to see her once before, and that time she woke up, which is not good for her recuperation." It may be that she is too sensitive to your breath, and as soon as she gets close to it, she will feel it. ”

He listened, nodded, and knew what to expect.

"By the way, Sect Master Chu, do you have anything else to do when you came to me today?"

Chu Jianfeng's face was solemn and replied, "What I want to tell you is that even if you lose the battle today and fail to reach the Phoenix Stage, I will agree to your marriage to Xiao Xiao." ”

"Why is that?" he couldn't help but smile.

"Leng Qianqiu won today, I can't win your tomorrow, you are the best young man I have ever seen, Xiao Xiao she didn't misunderstand you! Chu Jianfeng's eyes were deep, and his words were serious.

In the end, Chu Jianfeng patted him lightly twice on his shoulder, smiled slightly, and walked away!

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The dark clouds are stacked on top of each other, like wild horses that have escaped from the reins, and under the hole, thousands of horses are galloping, and the roar of thunderstorms is getting more and more intense!

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Leng Qianqiu, Zixiu, one after the other, ascended to Phoenix Terrace!

The bright department was glorious, and as soon as Leng Qianqiu took the stage, it attracted bursts of cheers from the mountains and tsunamis, and the citizens of Phoenix City accounted for the vast majority of the home battles and the audience. The voices of shouting and cheering for Leng Qianqiu came and went, endlessly.

The first beautiful man in the Phoenix Imperial City, Leng Qianqiu, if Zixiu wants to use the word 'handsome' to describe it, then there are only two words that meet Leng Qianqiu's temperament - perfect!

Cold moon and autumn bright white silk brocade robe, silk intertwined with strands of gold, ice muscle like jade, cold, flawless, a silver folding fan, one side embroidered sparrow, the other side is silver, like a mirror.

In contrast, Zixiu was slightly cold, wearing a dark cyan brocade robe, clean and neat, with long hair tied up, and plain.

The two men were ten meters apart, their eyes facing each other, and they were speechless at first.

In the sky, dark clouds rolled, and the roar of thunder resounded!

There is one kind of person in the world who is the most terrifying, has extraordinary talents, and is strict with himself and tireless, and there is another kind of person who is even more terrifying, a generation of Tianjiao, who is a madman. The son of the wind can not use the sword, so let the indispensable writing wheel, put down the sickle, and surrender to it.

Look at the world, only me!

However, Zixiu felt that he didn't have such domineering attitude towards Leng Qianqiu at all, 'either put down the sickle, or lay down his head here', this kind of words that completely ignored his opponent, he didn't have the confidence to say it at all.

"Either put down the folding fan, or the head will hit the ground!" he muttered softly.

"What, what are you talking about?" Leng Qianqiu saw that his lips were moving, and he didn't hear clearly, so he asked in a cold voice.

He smiled suddenly, his voice was amplified, and said, "'Either put down the sickle, or lay your head here', have you ever heard of this sentence?"

Leng Qianqiu, who has always been extremely cold and expressionless, turned into a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth: "What you want to say is that three thousand years ago, the son of the wind and the god of death wrote the wheel of the Yuan Infant duel, the son of the wind said a word, the writing wheel surrendered, don't you dare to fight me, do you want to retreat without a fight?"

Although he was not sure of winning, he was a well-known gangster in Azure City, and he had never been afraid of anyone, let alone knew what it was to retreat!

"No, I mean, if you put down the silver fan, I don't have to condense the sword!" a cold flicker flashed in his eyes.

Leng Qianqiu thought for a moment and nodded!

Syllable!

Silver fan closed!

"Okay, I don't need a silver fan, you can do it!" Leng Qianqiu smiled indifferently.

The opportunity must not be lost, and it will not come again, he instantly triggered the true power of destruction, and a light of destruction burst out from the tip of the index finger of his right hand, and the light was scorching, and in seconds, it shot towards Leng Qianqiu on the opposite side.

Helpless, Leng Qianqiu reacted to stress, with a slight wave of his right hand, a condensed pulse of light collided with the light of destruction in the air, and with a bang, the light of destruction turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The speed of light is fast!

"Forget it, I'll use the sword!" he smiled helplessly.

The left hand was clenched into a fist, the bones and joints crackled for a while, the five fingers of the right hand were stretched, and a puff of black smoke overflowed between the middle finger and the index finger.

The sword of nothingness, the sword turns into nothingness!

"Hmph!" Leng Yueqiu dismissed, "I still used the Seven Kills Sword Technique!"

Poof!

The silver folding fan opens instantly, and the silver side is facing outward.

True power bursts out, Lingfeng Phantom, six phantoms are all sacrificed, seven stars look at the moon, one step and seven kills, continuous footstep movement, sword shadows are stacked, phantoms are heavy, the speed is too fast, each step leaves six afterimages, in an instant, the phoenix platform is dancing for thousands of years, and the real body is indistinguishable.

I saw that the silver folding fan in Leng Qianqiu's hand, above the silver surface, the brilliance suddenly appeared, and it was fanned out in an instant, like a pulse of light like moonlight, blowing head-on, under the brilliance, the phantom was scattered, leaving only Zixiu's true body, holding the Voidless Long Sword, assassinating.

Bang!

The Voidless Sword was connected to the silver fan, the flames splashed everywhere, and under the strong attack, the powerful impact still made Leng Qianqiu take three steps back.

'Hmph!, look at how you are under my light, how you are a phantom of the wind!" Leng Qianqiu.

Radiant!

Leng Qianqiu's true power exploded, and a strong light burst out from all over his body, and the brilliance of light covered the entire Phoenix Terrace.

Ten thousand rays of light shrouded the entire Phoenix Terrace, and Zixiu was deeply immersed in it, unable to withstand the oppression of the power of light, and his eyes were closed.

This move, Leng Qianqiu had used it when he was dealing with Ling Du, which made Ling Du's martial arts disappear in an instant. The entire Phoenix Terrace was buried by the power of light, and the white scorching light was completely suppressed, leaving no dead ends.

Zixiu couldn't open his eyes, feeling the burning light around him, and there was a brilliant light outside his body.

In the windless realm, you can shield the wind and your spiritual sense, but you can't shield the light, and your spiritual consciousness is stifled by the power of light, and you can't discern the exact location of Leng Qianqiu. Unable to withstand the scorching heat of the light, he had already condensed his Qi Protective Body, and his eyes were closed!

The sword of nothingness, instilled with dense destructive true power, the black sword, trembling in the white air, filled with murderous aura!

Dimensional Attack, Group Attack Technique!

Meteor Nine Swords!

Nine palaces and six sides, six nine fifty-four swords, fifty-four swords, like the wind and illusion, the whole process only took less than 3 seconds, the sword of nothingness drew a sword arc in the air, the sound of friction, the explosion of the sword, outside the sword arc, the spark flickered.

Less than three seconds!

His Meteor Nine Swords are even faster than Qianhua's, incredible!

Too tough!

Leng Qianqiu is still exerting his strength in the dark, the scorching light is getting stronger and stronger, on the Phoenix Stage, it seems to have become a small sun, under the cloudy sky, Phoenix Square is bright!

He wasn't sure, the Meteor Nine Swords, all the fifty-four swords, had hit Leng Qianqiu, and the surrounding air was about to burn, and if it was consumed like this, it would definitely be a failure. After a short respite, the volley erupted again, and the small universe exploded in an instant!

I saw that on the Phoenix Stage, in this bright cloud, the wind and clouds surged, and the sword arc became lightning, sparse, crackling, lightning and thunder!

9 seconds!

Three Meteor Nine Swords!

Eighteen swords in one second!

This is Zixiu Santa Field, completely incredible, 1 second faster than Qianhua.

Withdraw!

The light is instantly annihilated!

Leng Yueqiu and Zixiu reappeared in people's sights again!

Zixiu's whole body was trembling, his eyes were bloodshot, his body was soaked, he was panting heavily, and his long hair was messy in the wind. The Voidless Long Sword showed a bright red under the extreme heat, like a red-hot piece of fine steel, as thin as a cicada's wings, emitting white smoke.

Opposite him, Leng Qianqiu's eyes were blazing, and he touched a handful of cheeks that were as clean as jade, a little slippery, and the perfect face was as jade, leaving a blood-colored cut, and blood flowed. The silver folding fan in his right hand, I don't know how many assassinations he has blocked, the silver fan has opened a catfish-like opening, and it is broken.

"Count you ruthless!" Leng Yue looked at the blood on her hands, gritted her teeth and threatened, "You brought it on yourself." ”

Boom!

Divine Light Wings!

Leng Qianqiu was furious, furious, and the divine light wings appeared!

Like the wings of an angel, they are translucent, and the surface of the wings is covered with a layer of lead, as thin as cicada wings. He flapped his wings at a high frequency, soared upward, flew into the sky, and disappeared into the dark clouds of lightning and thunder!

"What the hell?"

Zixiu was out of breath, looking up at the sky, with a blank expression, not knowing what Leng Qianqiu, who was annoyed and angry, was going to do.

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