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"You forced me!"

Shenglong's strength far exceeded Yang Ruoshan's budget, I thought it was just a small role with a little talent and a chance to break through to the Nine Heavens of the Purple Mansion, but who knew that when he started to do it, he found out that he was the protagonist with a halo on his head, and the Blood Hidden Extreme Realm that he was proud of was so vulnerable under the opponent's spear.

As soon as he thought of this, Yang Ruoshan was ruthless in his heart, a trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and a mouthful of blood spurted out violently, turning into a cloud of blood mist, dyeing the few remaining Qingfeng sharp blades into a blood-red color, revealing a bloody breath.

"Poof!poof!"

Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, followed by a few sounds of knives breaking flesh and blood, and looked closely, but found that the blood-stained red blade, with a trace of blood, with lightning speed, directly ignored the sword pattern dragon spine spear, and instantly hit Shenglong's close range, if it weren't for Shenglong smelling a trace of gradually thicker blood in advance, his body instinctively made a posture of dodging, otherwise, the bloody blade sneak attack just now left more than just a few flesh wounds on his body, but sent him back to the west.

"Humph!"

Gently wiped away a trace of blood from his cheeks, Shenglong's eyes condensed, but his heart was also full of anger, the originally clear eyes, instantly flashed a trace of blood red, the sword pattern dragon spine spear in his hand at the speed of a flying arrow, directly out of his hand, with an unstoppable attitude to Yang Ruoshan, while Shenglong was kicked to the ground with both feet, and his body turned into an arrow from Xuan, followed by the spear, a pair of empty fists, but in the gallop, the dragon scales appeared, shining with a faint black light, especially the dragon claws stretched out from the tips of the five fingers, which was even more chilling。

Feeling the cold air of the sword pattern dragon spine spear that was getting closer and closer, Yang Ruoshan's face changed, and he didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corners of his mouth, and the hands on his chest changed rapidly, recalling the blood blade in the distance, the blood blade was indeed strong, the spear went first, but it was the blood blade that came first, and the blood blade gathered into a blood-colored shield under Yang Ruoshan's control, tightly blocking Yang Ruoshan's chest.

When the spear finally arrived, it slammed into the blood-colored shield with a loud 'bang', which shocked the ears of everyone present, but although the spear was strong, it still couldn't resist the blood-colored shield blessed by Yang Ruoshan's blood, and it was firmly blocked there.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ruoshan, who was about to show a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, felt a chill behind his back before the corners of his mouth cracked, his face immediately changed color, the ten fingers on his chest were about to change, and he recalled the blood blade protector, he felt a chill in his throat, and even a faint tingling pain, until this moment, he found that Shenglong, who was following the spear just now, unconsciously went around behind him, and turned into the dragon's claws, and the hands that turned into dragon's claws were held on his neck at this moment, and the sharp claws were only a millimeter away from his throat, and the throat fluctuations driven by every breath could even touch the sharp cold of the tip of the claws, bringing him a burst of stinging pain。

"You've lost!"

"I, I, I lost!"

Even if he is unwilling in his heart, he is unwilling in every way, but at this moment, his life is not under his control, and at the moment when death can come at any time, what is to punish evil and eliminate demons, what is to avenge his sister, all are more important than his own life, Yang Ruoshan felt the cold in his throat, and finally let go of the hands standing on his chest, and admitted defeat in a low voice.

"Haha, okay, Aoki Shaobao is modest, let us come out on top, polite, polite, hehe!"

Hearing Yang Ruoshan admit defeat, Shenglong retracted his dragon claws and returned to his coldness, Yang Ruoshan was also full of resentment, unwilling, and slowly retreated, especially listening to Confucius's seemingly praised, but in fact sarcastic voice, that is, he snorted angrily, but the prince and the loser were thieves, and he had nothing to say, just begging him to take revenge.

"In the second battle, the younger brother is a little itchy, and he wants to give it a try, but he doesn't know how to protect Yanming Shaobao, but he is willing to appreciate his face and point out a few tricks to the younger brother?"

"Do you want to fight with me?" Yan Ming asked with some surprise, he was not afraid of fighting, after all, he didn't come here to see the excitement, the name of the White Yaksha was stained with a lot of blood from his Instrument Mansion, and if he didn't ask for it back, he wouldn't have to be a young protector, he was surprised that Confucius, who had never crossed paths, would challenge him.

"Naturally, how can you not have the courage to accept it?" Confucius said in a provocative tone.

"Since you took the initiative to invite the battle, I, Yan Ming, naturally will not lose the prestige of the Qifu, and today, I will accompany you to fight, but Ben Shaobao has never known what it means to be soft-hearted, and when the time comes, the real fire will turn you into ashes, don't blame me!" Yan Ming's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness, waved the red robe on his body like fire, and stepped forward slowly.

"Hehe, the world is so beautiful, my little brother hasn't seen enough, I'm afraid I'm reluctant to leave!"

"Hmph, that's up to you!"

"Blood Hidden Extreme Realm, Red Flame True Fire!"

It is the character of being born to repay the eyes, and now he was provoked by Confucius for no reason, and Yan Ming, who had long been angry in his heart, saw Confucius come forward the moment he directly made a ruthless move, sending out his bloodline inheritance, which can smelt the red flame of the iron bone of King Kong, which is bound to burn Confucius into ashes.

The red flames converged into a huge fireball, exuding a rich heat, and the onlookers retreated more than ten meters, and they could feel a rushing heat flow, but at this moment, the focus of the battle Confucius seemed to be stupid, standing in place, motionless, watching the red flame fire slowly approach, surrounding and wrapping themselves, and finally disappearing into a thick fire shadow.

"Zizila, zizila!"

For a while, on the battlefield, there was an awkward silence, Yan Ming looked at the fire in front of him with a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, but Confucius Confucius was in the firelight, his figure loomed, and finally slowly disappeared, leaving only the sound of burning weeds.

"Hmph, it's not enough!"

"Hehe, Yan Shaobao, this is wrong, the little brother just feels that the weather has been cold recently, so he deliberately found a fireball to keep warm, which is also extremely good!"

Just when Yan Ming thought that he had burned Confucius to ashes and was secretly proud, there was a faint laugh in the fire, which made everyone's attention condense, only to see that the Chiyan True Fire, which was still burning extremely thriving, was suddenly sucked away by something, and gradually decreased, slowly revealing the white-shirted young man in the fire, especially when the last ray of fire was taken away by a feather fan in the young man's hand, Yan Ming's face was even more angry.

I thought it was because I was too bullish, who knew that I was just being played as a monkey, Confucius and Confucian, this bastard, was clearly in the name of inviting war, borrowing his own Chiyan true fire to temper his own spiritual weapon, he was a typical person who was sold and secretly happy, think about it, Yan Ming is so angry.

"Bastard, Ben Shaobao killed you!" Yan Ming, who knew in his heart that he had been used as a gun, although there was a faint trace of timidity in his heart, but in front of everyone, his face was still red, and he scolded to kill Confucius.

"Take it easy, I admit defeat, you win this game!"

"Who's coming?"

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