But he said that Fran, the master of the Winged Human Race, looked at Simon Blowing Snow and secretly slandered himself, "I don't believe you can beat me." ”

At this moment, a brilliant sword light lit up and shot towards Fran.

The sword light skyrocketed with the momentum, suddenly turning to the thickness of a bucket, with a chilling killing intent, filling Fran's vision.

"Hmph, carving insect skills!"

Fran's wings fluttered, and he soared into the sky, followed by another break. The sword light passed by, bringing down a piece of clothing.

After flashing the sword light, Fran kept circling down, and punched out.

The Holy Light Fist, a white and holy light, went down and blasted towards the West Gate to blow snow.

The Winged People are born with a great affinity for the light element, so most of them practice the 'Light System' method.

Speaking of which, Nie Tianhong's "Great Light Formula" is also a recipe born from the Winged Human Race.

The white fist is clear and holy, but it makes people feel a sense of oppression.

In one of the Nie family's mansions, Nie Tianhong, who was watching the live broadcast, snorted disdainfully, but Er'er!

Ximen Blowing Snow, who often learns from Nie Tianhong, is extremely familiar with the true element of the light attribute.

I saw that his body turned, and the long sword in his hand slashed diagonally, and slashed Bai Mang exactly right.

Then the long sword shook, and there was a sword roar, and the fist dispersed in response, and the pieces dissipated.

Ximen Blowing Snow's sword kept moving, stabbing at the opponent's heart, as fast as lightning!!

Fran was startled and quickly flapped his wings, wanting to fly back into the sky.

But he was originally a downward rush, how could he get his wish for a while. In the midst of the crisis, he roared, and his left fist arrived in time, and he smashed into the side of the long sword.

Just as the fists and swords intersected, Ximen Fuxue's wrist moved, and the long sword deftly turned a half-arc, and in an instant, he avoided the fist, stuck to Fran's finger joints, and stabbed it into the heart.

However, after being blocked by this punch, Fran finally stopped his downward momentum, and his body soared into the air.

He touched his chest in a cold sweat, and his hands were wet, but he was still injured! The wound was not deep, only half an inch into the flesh.

"What a fast sword!" Fran's fierce eyes stared at the white-clothed swordsman below him.

Suddenly, with a long roar, four pairs of wings waved in unison, and their bodies rushed straight up, instantly turning into a small dot.

"Fran did it so quickly?" the aliens in the audience commented.

Hu Huo's eyes were cautious, Fran's choice was correct, this Simon Blowing Snow was even stronger than recorded in the data.

Now take advantage of the fact that the other party has not yet figured out his own reality, and solve it quickly, otherwise the longer the time drags on, the more detrimental it will be to Fran.

Ximen Fuxue raised his head and looked at the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his face was solemn.

At this moment, a terrifying coercion came from the sky, and Fran clenched his fists, shining white all over his body, like a small sun.

His cold eyes looked at Ximen Blowing Snow under him, and his combined fists swung downward, driving his body to pour down, and a white band of light instantly appeared in the air, like a Milky Way.

Before the fist arrived, the air flow began to sweep wildly, and Simon Blowing Snow's clothes flew up, and his white hair flew flying.

He stood with his sword pressed against his sword, his face calm, but his pupils were the size of pinpoint tips, showing his intense concentration.

Boom, Fran's figure like a streamer, in an instant, rushed down from the sky. The dazzling white light pierced Ximen Blowing Snow and could hardly open his eyes, and the terrifying fist pressed towards the West Gate Blowing Snow with the momentum of a huge mountain to the top.

The crowd watching the battle had no doubt that once the fist was smashed, Ximen Blowing Snow would definitely turn into a mess of flesh.

Many girls watching the game couldn't bear to cover their eyes and didn't dare to look any further.

However, Nie Tianhong in front of the video looked calm, and he pouted and came out with three words: "Not enough to see!"

As soon as the words fell, a sword roared out. A huge green lotus filled the entire screen, and even through the screen, you could feel the chill of Sensen.

And everyone at the scene only saw that a cyan lotus flower was blooming in the ring, and the temperature around the body plummeted, and many ordinary people who were not high in cultivation couldn't help but shiver.

"Qinglian Sword Song!?" Hu Huo's face changed, "Isn't this Lin Sen's trick, how can Ximen blow snow?"

It turned out that when he was in the first grade, Lin Sen gave "Qinglian Sword Song" to Kunlun Academy. And with Ximen Fuxue's obsession with swordsmanship, how could he let go of such a supreme swordsmanship.

It is said that Ximen Chuixue also put a lot of effort into the swordsmanship of huàn, and completed countless college tasks to make up enough credits.

After getting the sword technique, in the process of cultivation, Ximen Chuixue found that this sword technique was extremely suitable for him, and he started it very quickly, and now he has cultivated to a small level.

In several battles, even Nie Tianhong couldn't do anything with all his might, which is also the reason why he was extremely confident in Ximen Blowing Snow's competition.

Back on the stage, Fran was about to hit his opponent with a high-speed impact, and his eyes couldn't help but be filled with joy.

At this moment, a green lotus bloomed in front of his eyes, and each lotus petal exuded a cold sword intent. And the deep lotus heart, with the killing intent that wanted to devour a qiē, pounced on him fiercely.

Fran's face froze, his fear grew, and he smelled death.

As soon as his mighty fist entered the lotus, it was scattered by the twisted pieces, and his dense lotus petals slowly rotated, like a huge meat grinder.

Fran was surrounded by lotus petals at this time, and he kept swinging his fists, shattering one sword after another.

But this sword seems to be endless, not only does it not decrease, but the interval is getting shorter and shorter, and it is endless.

Fran's forehead continued to ooze cold sweat, and the originally flowing blonde hair, at this time, was wet and sticking to the scalp, looking like a wolf.

"We can't go on like this, or we'll be consumed. Fran felt that his true essence was rapidly depleting.

The aliens in the audience were also worried about the abnormality, and looked at the battle situation on the big screen with attention.

Hu Huo could still remain calm, but from his clenched fists, it could be seen that his mood was not as calm as it seemed.

"Ahh Clear white flames rose from his body, forming white flame rings around his body.

His fists swung rapidly, fending off the incoming sword, and a moment later, eight flame rings formed outside his body.

Fran's face was ruthless, his hands formed a magic seal, and a loud sound sounded, and the eight flame rings instantly expanded, hitting the lotus petals around him.

Boom, the solid ring trembled slightly in the impact, and for a while, all the lotus petals were actually resisted by the white flame ring, and they could not re-enter.

Fran's face was overjoyed, the true element in his body had run out of oil, but fortunately, there were still wings that did not need to consume the true element.

His four pairs of wings flapped, and he wanted to fly into the sky and get rid of the shroud of Qinglian.

How could Ximen blow the snow to make him wishful, so at this time, his long sword circled, and a mysterious arc hit the lotus heart.

The sound of swords suddenly stopped and became one. At this time, Fran had already descended and flown up, and he was about to get out of the sword ring.

I saw countless lotus petals suddenly close at this time, and suddenly drowned Fran's figure in it.

"Ahh

Bang, a few small cracks instantly appeared on the ground under Hu Huo's feet, "Damn, I should have done it myself." ”

Hu Huo's repentance is too late!!

The death of the three companions made everyone behind him look angry, and many of them were eager to take the stage to avenge their companions.

The alien race has been driven out of the lands by humans for thousands of years, and although the resources are poor, it has brought them closer together.

"Ah Huo!"

Behind Hu Huo, a young man of the fox clan with a sword shouted to him.

"Don't be impatient!" Hu Huo calmed down, stopped everyone's manic feelings, and said:

"Don't forget, we set our own rules to challenge us. This Ximen blowing snow obviously doesn't want to play two games in a row. ”

When this rule was set, it was to faintly put himself and others in a position of superiority to the human race, which can be regarded as psychological warfare.

But now, these alien geniuses hate this rule immensely, which makes them have no way to take revenge, so they can only passively wait for the challenge.

At this time, the crowd watching the battle was also quiet, and the scene was too tragic. Ximen Fuxue is still white and white-haired, spotless, but the pile of minced meat in front of him has greatly reduced his image.

After all, mankind has been at peace for too long, and most people can't accept such a cruel scene for a while.

Many girls who watched the battle originally had a good impression of the handsome and extraordinary Simon Blowing Snow, but now they put their minds down, and some even had disgusting expressions.

Ximen Blowing Snow didn't know that his sword had made him lose a lot of potential opportunities for peach blossom luck in the future, but with his character, even if he knew, he wouldn't care!

So, in an eerie silence, Simon Blowing Snow jumped out of the ring.

Bruce and Keanu, who was supported by Zhang Li, greeted him together.

"Well done!"

"This sword makes it painful!"

Bruce, a burly bald man, patted Simon Blowing Snow on the shoulder and praised.

Ximen Fuxue nodded, his expression was calm but impliedly happy, obviously not affected by the quiet environment around him, but he had gained a lot in this battle. As for what others think, who cares!?

The middle-aged man in the restaurant was stunned for a long time, and then remembered that this was his own person who had won, so he should cheer for it.

He raised his eyes to look, but saw that the ring was empty, Ximen and the foreign masters had already left, and only a few staff members on the stage were cleaning up the aftermath. Around him, there was a crowd of people who were dispersing.

He couldn't help but sigh, and guilt rose in his heart.

Simon Blowing Snow, Bruce, Keanu and Zhang Li walked together, and Bruce asked, "Will you challenge tomorrow?"

The rules of the ring are that as long as you are not defeated in the battle, you can continue to stand on the stage to challenge the alien masters, and you can set a time. But the alien race cannot take the initiative to invite the war.