Crash......

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over, which happened to be facing Yang Ting, and the wind speed became faster and faster, and then made a "whirring" sound.

Just when the wind speed reached its peak, Wei Chen suddenly moved, he seemed to be riding the wind, like an eagle, and like a flying dragon, simulating the movements of a flying demon beast, just like a real flood beast, flapping its wings and rushing towards him.

Shout!

Like an eagle like a falcon, Wei Chen let out a scream that was not like a human voice, and then pierced the air with one claw and grabbed it.

Seeing this, Yang Ting's pupils also contracted suddenly, and in the blink of an eye, he opened a defensive posture, crossed his arms, hugged his chest, and a layer of true qi defense quickly condensed on him.

Boom!

Wei Chen slammed his claws on Yang Ting's arms, only to see the latter rub his feet against the table and retreat, rubbing a violent spark on the ground, which was repelled nearly twenty meters away.

"I was still given the first opportunity by the other party. ”

Seeing that the two began to face off, Ye Xuan also shook his head, the previous gust of wind was the best opportunity to make a move, but unfortunately, Wei Chen was a tailwind, and Yang Ting was a headwind, it can be said that the sky did not help Yang Ting, and the first move fell into the hands of the other party.

With one move, Wei Chen attacked non-stop, using both hands and feet, like raindrops of fists, and extremely violent leg strength, swept towards Yang Ting in waves, like a fierce demon beast, with teeth and claws, extremely fierce.

However, Yang Ting is also a true disciple of the Heavenly Martial Palace, although he missed the opportunity, but the other party wants to suppress him so quickly, but it is also something that he can't even think about, he is very calm, his legs are crossed, and his hands are like lightning bombardment, quickly unloading the fierce energy.

"Ten Thousand Beasts Sutra, Tiger and Leopard Pictographic Fist!"

That Wei Chen let out a low snort, his body rolled, and from him, the roars of various fierce beasts erupted, and his fists and legs became more and more violent, each blow brought out a tragic artistic conception, hundreds of thousands of shots fell, like a herd of thousands of beasts attacking the city.

Wow!

Yang Ting was overwhelmed by the ferocious offensive, and was beaten back again and again, with almost no chance to fight back.

His eyes burst out with angry divine light, and suddenly, Yang Ting roared, his spine and knees straightened, and as he straightened up, countless air bombs seemed to burst all around, and the air flow rolled wildly, disappearing into the shape of a giant dragon, stirring into the air.

Heavenly Dragon Sutra, flying dragon in the sky!

With a bang, Yang Ting struck an extremely terrifying dragon-shaped qi towards Wei Chen, who was in the air, and the dragon-shaped qi roared up to the sky, and the huge head could almost swallow Wei Chen's body instantly, and the thin air was stirred into a shape, like a liquid.

Long Wei swept up, and it also quickly resisted the artistic conception of the galloping beasts, but there was a tendency to push back the past!

"Don't want to get it back. ”

A fierce color flashed in his eyes, Wei Chen's arms suddenly burst out with a gorgeous air current, the air flow was like fire, burning, I saw him with his arms together, his two fists clenched, and smashed down angrily!

"Beastmaster Earth Splitting Fist!"

Bang!

A ferocious punch fell from the sky like a meteor and hit the dragon-shaped airflow, under that kind of attack, the dragon-shaped airflow instantly split, Yang Ting spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his body flew upside down like a kite with a broken string.

"Senior Brother Yang!"

At the moment when they saw Yang Ting flying upside down, many Heavenly Martial Hall disciples also had shocked expressions, the outcome of this third game was particularly crucial, could it be that they lost like this?

"Give it to me!"

At this moment, Yang Ting, who was flying upside down, also roared, and the dragon-shaped energy that was originally split in the air in front of him suddenly thought that Wei Chen rolled upside down, and when he was caught off guard, he also hit the opponent's body in an instant, blasting it away!

Poof!

couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and Wei Chen was also injured by one move!

"Who will win?"

Everyone swallowed their saliva, but Ye Xuan looked at the two people who flew out upside down, but he already had an answer in his heart.

Boom!

In the regretful gaze of many Heavenly Martial Hall disciples, Yang Ting still flew out of the ring first, although it was only a few seconds, Wei Chen also fell into the ring, but after all, it was a little late, so the victory or defeat finally had a result.

"Wildfire Gate Wei Chensheng!"

The referee reluctantly announced the result, he was also a member of the Tianwu Palace, so he naturally hoped that the Tianwu Palace could win, but in front of everyone, it was impossible for him to make an obvious misjudgment, which would not only be useless, but would also cause more notoriety.

Click!

The teacup in Ling Qianxueyu's hand was shattered, the shards cut the skin on his hand, and a trace of blood leaked out, shocking.

Leng Ruofeng next to him also looked a little ugly and didn't say a word.

After losing two games in a row, the score became two to one, so that the fourth game undoubtedly became a key battle, if it was lost again, then today's challenge, the Wildfire Gate was considered to have achieved the goal, although it did not defeat the Tianwu Palace, but in the duel at the level of the true disciples, the Wildfire Gate won.

The true disciple is the top master among the disciples of the two major sects, and in comparison, the competition between the disciples of the inner hall is a little insignificant.

On the side of the Wildfire Gate, the atmosphere is quite lively.

"After two consecutive victories, it seems that the true disciples of this Tianwu Hall are only so strong. ”

"That's right, in the last game, they have no one to fight, most of them are still Ling Qianxue on stage, this chick was attacked by me just now, and the injury is not light, even if it is replaced by the other two, they are more or less injured, I want to see how they deal with this fourth game. ”

"Don't rush, play with them slowly, no matter who plays, they will lose. ”

Luo Cheng, Han Li and the others all sneered, as long as there was one more game, they would be able to trample the true disciples of the Heavenly Martial Hall under their feet, this kind of taste, it should be very good to think about.

"Needless to say, the three of us have all made a move, and then, only Senior Brother Fang Ziyue remains, with the strength of Senior Brother Fang Ziyue, but it is stronger than any of the three of us, if Ling Qianxue is at her peak, there may be a chance of winning, but she is injured now......"

Wei Chen, who had just stepped down, also laughed, his eyes fell on the last of the four, and the figure he touched was a handsome black-robed young man, the latter heard these words, the corners of his mouth were also slowly hooked, indeed, in this case, he had no possibility of losing at all... If you have the chance, you can tease this chick well......

The more cold and arrogant Ling Qianxue became, the more a desire to conquer would arise in the hearts of men, after all, the other party was the daughter of the head of the Tianwu Palace, and they didn't dare to give birth to any dirty years, even if they did, they didn't dare, but it didn't matter if they played with this ice beauty......

At this time, Ling Qianxue also stood up from her seat, and it seemed that she was about to prepare to go on stage for the fourth duel.

"Senior Sister Ling, how is your injury, if it doesn't work, let's replace me. ”

Leng Ruofeng was a little worried, although he has always been indifferent, but in this kind of sect affairs, he is very concerned about the situation, he is not worried about winning or losing, but more worried about Ling Qianxue, the latter's self-esteem has always been extremely strong, I am afraid that after coming to power, if he loses, he will suffer a bigger blow.

"No need, a little injury, no problem. ”

Ling Qianxue waved her hand, Fang Ziyue on the opposite side was strong, even if Leng Ruofeng was at his peak, he might not be his opponent, let alone injured, so he couldn't win.

Her words, a quick victory, there is still a chance of victory, even if the chance is small, but she must seize it! Her self-esteem does not allow her to lose here today!

"Woman, I think you still admit defeat, with your current state, the possibility of winning is probably only so one percent, so let's stop. ”

Just when Ling Qianxue was about to take the stage, a faint voice, but mixed with true qi, suddenly came from behind her, and it didn't enter her ears, and the person who transmitted the sound was Ye Xuan.

In Ye Xuan's opinion, losing a competition is not a big deal, and Ling Qianxue's self-esteem is too strong, this time it may not be a bad thing, the other party is so stubborn, I am afraid the ending will not be too good.

"Don't worry about it, I'll win. ”

Ignoring what Ye Xuan said at all, Ling Qianxue moved her delicate body, like a snow lotus, and landed steadily on the high platform.

"When I didn't say it. ”

Ye Xuan shook his head, this woman is too stubborn.

However, this kind of thing, his small inner temple disciple obviously does not have the power to decide, and in his sight, the fourth battle is already about to begin.

"Senior Sister Ling, your fists and feet have no eyes, you admit defeat now, I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I will hurt your daughter's body. ”

Fang Ziyue held a folding fan in his hand, looking at Ling Qianxue in front of him, his dusty temperament and ethereal and innocent face made him feel a pounding heartbeat, and a look of admiration flashed in his eyes.

"Less nonsense, in my mind, there is no concept of throwing in the towel. ”

Ling Qianxue's wrist turned, and the sword at her waist seemed to be carrying snowflakes, drawing a graceful arc, and as her momentum spread, the temperature in the ring also began to drop significantly.

"Then don't blame me for destroying flowers. ”

Admiration is admiration, Fang Ziyue knows that it is impossible for him to conquer the ice beauty in front of him, and the other party may not look down on him at all, so it is better to destroy and play with it ruthlessly, which can be regarded as a good addiction.

Sou!

Fang Ziyue's eyes were cold, and then his palm moved, and the tip of the folding fan quickly extended out a series of sharp blades, each of which was more than half a meter long, and he took a continuous and extremely fast step under his feet, stepping on extremely oppressive steps, sharp edges, directly and fiercely pointed at Ling Qianxue's throat, and the cold light, in the air, flashed away.