"Ling Qingxiao." Luo Yaosheng looked at the young man in front of him who was much taller than her expressionlessly, "You have too many words." ”

When the words fell, Luo Yaosheng stepped out in one step, the white shirt flew over, and the bamboo knots that appeared in his hand at some point were already wrapped in spiritual power and stabbed in front of Ling Qingxiao-

"Zheng! ——”

The bamboo joint collided with the long sword in Ling Qingxiao's hand, and between the squeezing of spiritual power, several ripples suddenly burst out, spreading outward from the center, Ling Qingxiao withdrew his hand in an instant, but immediately slashed out.

Luo Yaosheng's eyes narrowed slightly, his wrist flipped over, and he changed his move to the left and slashed diagonally towards Ling Qingxiao.

The bamboo blade and the tip of the sword passed by, and the three styles rose again.

Luo Yaosheng changed his moves very quickly, and Ling Qingxiao never slowed down, for a while, the bamboo shadow was sharp, the sword light was horizontal, and the agitation of spiritual power was terrifying.

The entire Colosseum had fallen silent for some time, except for the humming sound of the two of them striking each other, and everyone was watching them with bated breath.

The three-foot bamboo slashed, and the moment the blood splashed, the long sword in Ling Qingxiao's hand also pierced Luo Yaosheng's arm.

The strength of the two sides was almost equal, and neither could ask for more than half a benefit, however, just as the two were fighting, another long sword suddenly burst out of the air from other directions, disrupting the rhythm.

Luo Yaosheng noticed that since the sword rushed in, in the audience of the Colosseum, there seemed to be a discussion, and there were several different aura of Xuan Ling Master.

Fearing that there would be an ambush, Luo Yaosheng immediately accepted his move, didn't care about Ling Qingxiao or the long sword, and returned to Yu Huaiye's side when his body turned, protecting him behind him.

Yu Huaiye looked at Luo Yaosheng's back and the mottled blood oozing from her clothes, and his eyes were complicated.

In the center of the original Colosseum, at the next moment when Ling Qingxiao picked up the sword of the surprise attack, countless people wearing blue clothes of the same style jumped out of the audience and surrounded Luo Yaosheng.

Luo Yaosheng recognized from the marks on their clothes, these people were disciples of the Luo clan.

It's the people of the Senate.

The disciples of the Senate who surrounded Luo Yaosheng spontaneously moved out of the way from the middle, and an old man slowly walked out of it.

As for the other peripheral disciples, they forcibly kicked them out despite the opposition of the other spectators, and the people of the Colosseum strangely did not come forward to stop them.

It didn't take long for the entire Colosseum to be left with only Luo Yaosheng, Yu Huaiye, Ling Qingxiao and the people of the Senate.

And also...... Mu Zixi, who had just rushed down with Luo Yaosheng.

"Little white face, someone interrupted your scene and you just watched? I really don't know why the young owl chose you as the master. ”

The people watching the field were stunned, and Mu Zixi shook the whip in hatred.

Her father didn't seem to tell her about the deal between the Senate and the Colosseum, seeing that the disciples of the Senate were arrogantly driving people away, thinking that it was the Senate that came to smash the field, the grumpy Mu Zixi stood in front of Luo Yaosheng and blocked it, and aimed the whip at the leader:

"Hey, who gave you permission to go wild on my territory?"

"Your territory?" The leading old man laughed disdainfully, "The little girl has a lot of tone. ”

A strong spiritual power appeared in the palm of the leading old man's hand.

This is what it looks like to do something to Mu Zixi.

Mu Zixi looked at the spiritual power, her face turned pale, she subconsciously closed her eyes, and tears fell uncontrollably.

This person's strength has at least reached the sixth order or above!

"Miss!"

"The patriarch keeps people under !!"