Xuanyuan Bugu is one of the nine heavenly pride, the dignified lord, but after seeing Fu Disheng, his attitude still seems very respectful, "Master Fu has tormented the younger generation, Xuanyuan was also a member of the Holy Courtyard in the past, how can he afford Master Fu to be so promoted?"

The two exchanged pleasantries for a while, and not long after they took their seats, another group of people with a strong atmosphere came towards the square, and it turned out to be the other eleven sect masters of the Holy Courtyard who came together in addition to the famous masters. ⊙ Top-of-the-Line Novel, x.

With such a lineup, it is really bright and blind, and everyone only feels that their eyes are about to be unable to see.

To say that since the establishment of the Holy Academy, especially after the establishment of this duel-fighting platform, there was a day when no disciple or student went up to fight? There was even a spectacular scene of the chief disciples of various sects fighting each other.

But even then, it was only the relevant genre suzerains who came to the scene. Not to mention that as now, not only did all the sect masters arrive as scheduled, but even the mysterious and powerful Dean Fu Disheng came in person.

However, just when everyone thought the lineup was about the same, the bigger surprise was still to come.

In the sky above the chaotic and noisy square, an eagle's cry suddenly sounded, cutting through the sky. Immediately afterwards, I saw a male eagle, spreading its wings, dragging a long white wave of air in the clouds, and in an instant, it crossed the sky above the crowd.

"Yunyi came uninvited, and I hope that the seniors of the Holy Courtyard will forgive their sins!"

On the back of the eagle, a rough and high-pitched voice came, indescribably chic and broad. As the sound sounded, the crowd only saw a man and a woman standing proudly on the broad back of an eagle, like a fairy couple, floating up.

Xue Gongzi held Ling Ruoxin's slender waist, slowly fell from the sky, and finally came straight to Fu Di Shengzi Eleven Sect Master, "Yun Yi, I've seen all the seniors of the Holy Academy!"

"It turned out that the Snow Boy of Feixue Mountain Villa is here, please sit down!" Fu Disheng flashed a trace of doubt between his eyebrows, and then turned away, smiling heartily, but he didn't get up. Although the Nine Heavenly Prides are famous, with his identity, he doesn't need to care too much.

"Senior Xie, junior sister, let's go over and sit!" Yun Yi lowered his posture, took Ling Ruoxin's hand and went straight to Xuanyuan Bugu to find a place to sit down.

At this time, I heard a sect master look at the sky, and asked Lu Fengxian, a miscellaneous family in the middle, "Brother Lu, the hour is almost there, right?"

Lu Fengxian smiled faintly and pointed to the crowd, "The apprentice is already here!"

Before the words fell, I saw a streamer flash in the crowd, as fast as a shock, lightning descended on the Fengyun platform, Angzang's body, revealing an indescribable chic, cold eyes, unruly eyes, who else would there be if it was not arrogant?

"Where is Ling Zhi?"

Ao Bama glanced at the crowd below and asked in a cold voice.

The crowd was in a commotion, and they all looked left and right, but they didn't even find any trace of Ling Zhi.

"Where is Ling Zhi?"

Ao Bama asked a second time, and a hint of sarcasm gradually appeared between his eyebrows.

No one answered, that is, the commotion under the stage became more and more messy, but there was still no trace of Ling Zhi.

"What's going on? Why didn't Ling Zhi come?"

"Aren't you scared?"

On the viewing platform, the eleven sect masters had doubts on their faces and couldn't help but discuss.

"What about Gongsun Long? Ling Zhi is his apprentice, why hasn't he come now?" Someone immediately thought of the famous sect master.

But after some exploration, he found that not only did Ling Zhi not come, but even the so-called famous sect master could not see half a shadow.

"Hahaha! The chief of the famous family, such a big name, but it turned out to be a person who sells his reputation and reputation, since he doesn't dare to fight, he kneels down and admits defeat, so why invite him to fight?"

On the platform, the arrogant eight horses stood proudly, majestic, and the corners of his mouth raised endless sarcasm.

"Who said Ling Zhi didn't dare to fight?"

A deep and high-pitched voice sounded, compared to the majesty of the lightning appearance of the proud eight horses, everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, and there was already an extra figure on the wide wind and cloud platform.

"Ling Zhi? He is Ling Zhi, how did he get up just now, why was he so fast?"

"Wouldn't it? Is it really just a recultivation of the Xuanwu Realm? Isn't this looking for death?"

"Well, maybe he thinks he can win with his speed!"

......

"Ling Zhi, how dare you come?" Hearing the next discussion, Ao Bama sneered, "I thought you were hiding and didn't dare to see people!"

"Let's do it!"

Ling Zhi's expression was indifferent, as if the person standing in front of him was not a master of the Xuanwu Realm at all, whose strength far surpassed him by several realms, but a stone and a tree, and he didn't even look at half a point.

That kind of natural disregard is a strong irony in Aoba*. immediately clenched his fists, and said in a casual tone: "If you admit defeat now, I can not kill you, only abolish your hands and feet, my realm is seven or eight small realms higher than yours, you should know that I didn't lie to you!"

Ling Zhi looked at Ao Bama lightly, and the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked a faint smile, "The Wei Tian who was crushed to death by me that day has a much higher realm than me!"

"You're looking for death!"

If Ling Zhi deliberately showed indifference before, Ao Bama could barely bear it, but at this moment, when he mentioned Wei Tian, it was tantamount to a loud slap in the face, and he only felt a hot pain.

Without saying half a word of nonsense, the powerful power of the eight flying horses instantly filled the whole body, and the proud eight horses almost flew towards Ling Zhi.

There is no need for tricks, let alone any martial arts blades, to deal with a villain like Ling Zhi, to crush it with absolute strength, and make him feel a little bit of despair in pain, that is the best choice.

"This kid is too confident!"

On the viewing platform, Lu Fengxian couldn't help frowning when he saw Ao Bama's reckless behavior, he had already decided that after this battle, he would have a good talk with Ao Bama no matter what.

"Little bastard, you will also have today!" Under the high stage, Ji Ba looked at this scene, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Although he had just joined the Sacred Academy, he had heard a lot of rumors about the Proud Eight Horses, and knew that the other party had unpredictable powers.

Under the absolute power, even if the little mongrel has earth-shattering power, it is not immune today.

"Die!"

In an instant, the rushing figure had come to Ling Zhi, and Ao Bama raised one arm, and after a large stretch, a straight fist smashed straight towards Ling Zhi's body.

The power of the power of the eight Pegasus horses, all gathered in one punch, the power generated is absolutely amazing. When that fist flashed through the space, a dazzling white wave of air was dragged out of the air, and the piercing sonic boom stimulated the hearts of countless people.

However, in the face of all this, Ling Zhi stood still, and his expression did not even change at all, just watching Ao Bama approach quickly, just a right arm, clenched into a fist, and slowly raised.

Suddenly!

Ling Zhi slammed his feet, took a few steps, and instead of retreating, he advanced, and returned with the same fist.

"Huh?" Ao Bama didn't seem to expect Ling Zhi to make this move, although he had absolute confidence in his own strength, but Ling Zhi's abnormal behavior also made him hesitate for a moment.

It was this moment of hesitation, and Ling Zhi's fist had already slammed into the fist of Ao Bama.

Rumble!

The huge and incomparable vitality overflowed, and the proud eight horses were like a piece of catkins, which was bombarded by Ling Zhi's punch and flew back upside down, slamming heavily on the ground, and couldn't even get up for half a day.

"How is that possible?"

On the viewing platform, Lu Fengxian, the sect leader of the miscellaneous family, couldn't help but stand up, and looked at Ling Zhi coldly with murderous eyes, as if he couldn't believe that all this was true.

Win!

Ling Zhi actually won?

And to win so easily? It was so easy to win in terms of the power that the proud eight horses were most proud of?

"No!

Proud Eight Horse's eyes were split, and his brain was thrown into chaos.

Even now, he still couldn't understand why he was defeated, and he was defeated by the opponent's same fist?

Fight for strength...... Will you lose?

It's a pity that no matter how much unwillingness there is, the reality is not subject to human will. Proud Eight Horses would never have thought that Ling Zhi, who was despised by himself, had the power of seventeen dragon elephants, which was not at the same level at all compared to the power of his so-called eight divine horses.

Or from the very beginning, he did not fight for strength in a brutal way, but changed his martial arts, or the unique martial arts of the miscellaneous family, and he could entangle with Ling Zhi.

But now......

All the time, the big feet fell from the sky, and landed straight on the arched back of the proud eight horses.

Poof!

A large mouthful of blood splattered, and the slightly undulating body of Ao Bama just now once again clung to the ground. Before he could come back to his senses, Ling Zhi bent his knee again and kicked him in the face.

The huge force directly kicked his whole person into the air, and the person was still in the air, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out.

"No!!"

Ao Bama let out a terrible howl, like a wild beast roaring, before his body hit the ground, he twisted violently, and a snowy sword was instantly held in his hand, and reflexively aimed at Ling Zhi is a fierce sword slash.

With a fierce sword, a brilliant sword light was dragged out in the air, and along with the hard ground, a long gap was blasted.

However, when he looked up, he found that the god-killing beast was gone.

"What about people?"

Ao Bama was puzzled, and at this moment, there was a cold killing intent from his back, and before he could react, another big foot kicked on the vest and directly knocked him to the ground.

"Do you deserve it?"

Ling Zhi sneered in his heart, and just stepped on the back of Ao Bama, neither using force to kill him, but also not allowing him to have any chance to turn over.

"Yesterday, when you stepped on the face of my famous sect master, did you ever think that you would have today?" Ling Zhi lowered his face, looked at Ao Bama and asked coldly.

Being trampled on by a heavy garbage in the Xuanwu Realm couldn't turn over, Ao Bama only felt ashamed and indignant, his eyes were almost bursting with blood, and his facial features were even more distorted into ghosts.

"Kill me!" Let the power of the eight divine horses gather all over the body, but it is as if a mountain is pressed on the body, and no matter how hard the eight horses struggle, they will never be able to move for half a minute.

At this moment, because he was too hard, the meridians and veins of his body burst into the shape of small earthworms the thickness of thumbs, which looked very terrifying.

"Brute, little brute, kill me, or I'll kill your whole family!"

"What's the matter? Feeling embarrassed? Aren't you very arrogant and happy when you stepped on the face of my famous sect master in public yesterday?" Ling Zhi is not a person who will repay him, but Gongsun Long suffered such a great shame yesterday, how could he not come back with some interest.

But he didn't know that his image at this moment, looking at the eyes of countless people in the audience, was a villain's rampant.

As the so-called killing is not too much, Ling Zhi has the ability to kill Ao Bama, but he doesn't kill it, but plays like this, plus some gamblers who have placed heavy bets, seeing that the spirit stone is lost, he can't wait for Ling Zhi to die soon.

"Get up, Senior Brother Ao, get up and kill that brute!"

"Get up, get up!"

"Come on, you can do it!"

I don't know when, under the unintentional leadership of a person, the sound of cheering for the proud eight horses on the scene turned out to be loud.

Or is it really the strength of the masses that supports the belief of Ao Bama, in this cheering shout, Ao Bama, who was trampled under Ling Zhi's feet, stared at Ling Zhi's pressure and slowly got up from the ground.

Ling Zhi's eyes froze, and he coldly glanced at the countless so-called aristocratic children in the audience, his heart became colder and colder, and his feet were exerted again, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the arrogant horse who had just gotten up a little was once again pressed to the ground.

"Are you very unwilling? Hearing their shouts feel motivated? Unfortunately, your life is destined to end here!" After Ling Zhi finished speaking, he bent down slightly, and with a fist, he wanted to slam down on the neck of Ao Bama.

Now that the humiliation suffered by Gongsun Long has been taken back with interest, there is no point in playing any more!

"Enough!"

A high-pitched scream sounded, like a heavy hammer smashed into his heart, and it was a thunderbolt that hit his mind, Ling Zhi suddenly felt a burst of blood rolling, and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

When I raised my head, I saw an ordinary-looking middle-aged man on the viewing platform, staring at him with murderous eyes, and he wanted to swallow him in one bite.

"Let go of the eight horses! You win this game!"

Lu Fengxian looked at Ling Zhi and said coldly.

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