The sharp sound of the flute instantly resounded throughout the space of the God of War Terrace, and no spatial cracks were generated, but the third princess, who was six zhang away, was inexplicably pale, and her body was a little shaky. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What a weird flute!"

A flash of horror flashed in her eyes.

Because, at this time, she no longer seems to be in the God of War platform, and there are mountains of corpses and a sea of blood in front of her, and all kinds of pale bones are everywhere.

A feeling of weakness was born from the body, and it seemed that even the strength was burned out under the sound of this flute.

Dizzy, she seemed to be a little unsteady on her feet, and she was about to be buried in this strange place.

"Hmph~" At the critical moment, a touch of firmness flashed in the eyes of the third princess Feng Feixue, the tip of her tongue bit lightly, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

And she reacted extremely quickly, with the help of this short period of clarity, a golden light instantly burst out from the depths of the dantian, and the vast golden light enveloped her body, expelling the filthy qi that wanted to invade her body.

"Sword roar, the dragon breaks through the sky!"

Above the three-foot green edge, a golden phantom was generated, and it was a mighty and domineering dragon head.

With a slight dance, with a light tap of his toes, the golden dragon head let out an earth-shattering roar, carrying the third princess wind and snow towards Tang Liang.

This time, the golden light broke through everything, and the spatial cracks had to give way to it.

No matter how hard Tang Liang played the jade flute, the sharp sound could not affect the golden divine dragon in the slightest.

Easily, the golden dragon head showed its fangs, and with a bite of it, the phantom instantly penetrated through Tang Liang's chest.

"Poof~"

"How...... How could it be ......"

The tip of the sword was still dripping blood, but it was the three-foot Qingfeng that penetrated through Tang Liang's chest, and after being stained with blood, it exuded bursts of poignant brilliance.

"You've lost!"

Glancing at Tang Liang, whose expression was dull and still hadn't reacted, the third princess Feng Feixue's tone was indifferent, and she didn't feel the slightest excitement because of the victory.

It seems that all this is a matter of course.

"The eighth battle between the two countries for hegemony, the Canglan Empire, the wind and snow win!"

Victorious, finally victorious again!

Following the victory of Crimson Aya in the first battle, the third princess Feng Feixue finally achieved another brilliant result and achieved shocking results.

"Long live the third princess!"

"The three princesses are mighty, and the three princesses are domineering!"

The third princess Feng Feixue stood on the ring, looking at the excited cheering crowd below, Ben also wanted to smile, but a feeling of weakness came, but her steps were a stumbling and she almost fell to the ground.

"I ......"

As if she wanted to say something, a feeling of vertigo had taken over her consciousness.

After the two female students quickly came to the stage to support her, she finally couldn't stand it anymore and fell into a coma.

"Quickly send the third princess to the alchemy department!" Elder Taishang was also a little excited, but after probing the situation of the third princess, he commanded the two female students with some solemnity.

The third princess's body was not injured, but her soul was extremely chaotic, and there was a faint tendency to collapse.

Unexpectedly, in that battle that I had not been in contact with a few times, there was such a thrilling scene.

The way this Shenglan Empire fights is really weird and unguardable.

"You're the only one, right? It seems that even if we give up, we will win!"

The three princes of the Shenglan Empire looked at the direction where Feng Feixue left, and after a long time, Fang came back to his senses and arched his hand to Elder Taishang.

"Hehe~ Our Canglan Empire is vast and rich, with a long history, countless capable people, and so many talents, it is definitely beyond your imagination!"

The fat man Qian Wanshan jumped down from the pavilion, and the wind whistled, as if a mountain peak fell from the sky.

"If you want to fight, we should accompany you, if you want to escape, we are broad-minded, and naturally we will not pursue it!"

"Hehe~ You can talk about failure so freshly and refinedly, you are still the first!" a young man from the Shenglan Empire laughed lightly and walked up to the stage.

He was tall, perhaps the most burly and ferocious in the field, and on his thick arms, the erect green tendons were like entrenched snakes.

The figure of the fat man Qian Wanshan was already burly compared to ordinary people, but at this time, facing the young man of the Shenglan Empire, he was quite a little insignificant.

"Whoever comes, report it by name. Fat man Qian Wanshan's eyes flashed with a hint of inexplicable meaning, and he said lightly.

"In the hands of your rich man, he never kills unknown people!"

"My name, Hao Yu!" the burly young man looked down at each other, and his faint voice was like a thunderbolt from the sky.

"In the Shenglan Empire, your origin is also extraordinary, and letting your family Qian Ye make a move, it is not an insult to your master's reputation. The fat man Qian Wanshan groaned slightly, but as if he remembered something, he nodded and said lightly.

"In that case, let's fight!"

"The two countries compete for hegemony, the ninth game, Qian Wanshan vs. Hao Yu, officially starts!"

Elder Taishang had obviously heard of the Hao family, and took a deep look at this young man who was far taller than ordinary people, and lightly announced the start of the duel.

"Your surname is Qian, you should be the son of Qian Tianhao of the Wild Goose Chamber of Commerce, right?" In Taichung, the god of war, Hao Yu was not in a hurry to attack, but asked out loud.

"What, did my background scare you?" the fat man Qian Wanshan raised his head and said a little arrogantly.

"Actually, you don't have to be afraid, I won't beat you to death!"

"Hehe~" Hao Yu heard this, but shook his head and chuckled.

"I just want to say that Qian Tianhao once insulted my father, and now, if you dare to be so arrogant in front of me, I will let you taste what humiliation is!"

"Hehe~ Your father can't beat my father, and you want to beat me?" The fat man Qian Wanshan heard this, but he smiled disdainfully.

"Fight! Your family Qian Ye will let you know what is called the same humiliation of father and son, and what is called real despair!"

The words fell, the momentum rose, and the terrifying aura permeated all over the God of War Terrace.

The battle intentions of the two are colliding with each other, and the people have not moved, and the momentum is already clashing.

"Collapse God Fist!"

Hao Yu's whole body of Yuan Force gathered in his right hand, and the green tendons of the Dao Dao were like a revived snake, wanting to ride the wind.

A punch seemed slow, but the heavy momentum made the space in front of him quickly collapse.

"King Kong Palm!" A golden light shone brightly, and the palm print of Zhanggao was generated, and under the impetus of the fat man Qian Wanshan, it was also facing the other party's offensive.

The two fathers have entangled grievances, and in their generation, the so-called father and son repay the debts, and if they don't try their best to fight, how can they be worthy of themselves?

One palm and one punch, it seems to be extremely slow, but the earth-shattering momentum makes the space collapse.

"Boom~"

In the nervous eyes of everyone, the first duel between the two finally collided together.

The roar of the God of War Taizhong roared, and the palms and fists exploded instantly, although the explosive power was extremely condensed, but within three zhang, it had become a chaos.

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