"This is the wolf master of the West Palace......"

Looking at the flesh and blood flying in the arena, Han Jing's sword eyebrows furrowed slightly!

In the arena, the wolf master has already begun a slaughter of lambs by wolves!

Yes, they are wolves, fierce and ruthless wolves!

Not only are they quick to shoot, but they are also extremely ruthless!

With each blow, they often choose to plunge directly into the opponent's eyes in order to make people bleed and lose their eyesight, or directly attack the opponent's heart and crotch with their legs, only to make people suffer heavy injuries on the spot or even lose consciousness!

In addition to that, what twists the enemy's neck, tears the enemy's ears, gouges out the enemy's ribs, and bombards the enemy's temples......

Whenever they have the opportunity, they will perform these absolutely inferior moves in close combat!

That's not all, the wolf division is really like a pack of wolves!

I believe that with their cooperation and strength, coupled with some secret weapons specially prepared for them by the West Palace, this wolf division will shed rivers of blood whenever they attack the city, and if they attack the country, they will definitely stain the mountains and rivers with blood.

"Palace Master, do you think Nangong still has a chance to win?" had already changed his words to call Han Jing the palace master, so he respected Han Jing even more.

Beside him, the fists of life and death were clenched, and there was some prayer: "Nangong's disciples hold on......"

Han Jing seemed to have a calm face, but his words were absolutely cold: "In this battle, Nangong lost!"

Hearing this, Counting Qianqiu and Counting Life and Death all withdrew their eyes from the arena and looked at Han Jing.

And Han Jing still looked at the arena and said softly: "Four Elephants, Two Yi, Eight Heavenly Stems, the Wolf Master is not just fighting, they have arranged a big array of slaughter from the beginning! In this array, every disciple of the Wolf Master is not alone, they are all wolves!"

Wolves, terrible beasts!

The wolves that have gathered together and experienced countless baptisms of life and death are no longer the ones that can be described as "terrible".

This is also the truth of "the wolves are concentric, and the lions retreat"!

Right now...... Every disciple of Nangong's battle group is a lion, and they all have extremely strong strength! But without a better group attack technique, they have changed from lions to lambs, and have fallen into the siege and slaughter of wolves.

It's only a matter of time before you win or lose!

......

Time passes quickly!

The Nangong disciple really lost the first battle.

And because of a certain reason that Han Jing understood, Feng Qingshui didn't really admit defeat until there were only four or five disciples left on his side, and saved the last few sharp.

In doing so, what he asked for was to give Han Jing more time to get to know the wolf master!

"Han Shao, are you sure of winning?" In the end, his face was already a little pale, and Feng Qingshui asked.

Han Jing didn't really give him an answer, but simply said, "Thank you!"

......

Then came the second battle of the first game.

Xigong naturally hopes that his side can take advantage of the high fighting spirit to win the first battle and win Nangong in one go!

It's a pity that it's just as the storyteller said: The wolves in the West Palace are in the mountains and rivers, and the lions in the South Palace dominate one side! The East Palace is thunderous and half the sky, and the North Palace is cool in the Three Palaces!

In other words, Nishinomiya is a pack of wolves, a pack of wolves!

And Nangong is a lion, and every single warrior will be like a lion better than any single wolf!

So Kou Qing, Zhong Ziwei, and Zhu Zixu, the three masters of Nangong Hall, easily won the first and second battles.

Of course, or Xigong also knew his shortcomings, so he didn't send his strongest disciple in this battle at all, which made Nangong's victory seem much easier.

But in any case, the real final victory or defeat will be decided by the final battle.

......

Nangong, seal Qingshui to fight!

After encountering the parasitism of the rebel soul, Feng Qingshui was almost one step away from death. But now he is wearing a long robe and stands on his own battlefield again, his quiet face is neither sad nor joyful, as if he has become the unfathomable strongest person in Nangong again!

The wind is getting softer and gentler!

The torrential rain, or torrential rain, also gradually slowed down at this moment, and then stopped—and the Heavenly Father seemed to have a heart to appreciate something, and calmed down.

"Xu Shiji, back then, you and I never really talked to each other for too many reasons, and now this alliance is the best opportunity!"

Looking at Xu Shiji in the luxurious stands below the main hall, Feng Qingshui put one hand behind his back, and the long sword in the other hand slowly clenched: "Come on, you and I will fight!"

He challenged the Xigong Ancestor! He challenged almost the strongest martial artist recognized on the Terran continent now!

Then there was a lot of discussion all around.

"Can Senior Feng win? His strength is still gradually recovering......

"Yes, even if he has been cultivating alone in the God Killing Tower for a year!, but he was parasitized by the demons before, his essence was consumed too much, and Shou Yuan also lost too much...... What level has he reached now?"

"Don't doubt the palace master! With my Nangong palace master, my Nangong ...... Undefeated!"

"Yes!

These voices have doubts, doubts, worries, and trusting shouts!

It's just that the same voices stopped abruptly the next moment.

Someone in the West Palace stood up, but it wasn't Xu Shiji!

I saw a light figure on the luxurious stand falling towards the arena, and it was actually a woman who came: "Junior Xigong Xu Ru, I beg the palace master to give me more advice!"

Xu Ru...... The daughter of Xu Shiji!

"What is this? My Nangong Palace Master challenged you Xigong Palace Master, you are a Xigong woman, what kind of trouble did you come out to make?"

"Yes! This Xigong also looks down on people too much!

"Hey, hey, hey, you play the piano, get out of here!"

Soon, the warriors of the South Palace, the East Palace, and the Demon Clan in the arena all shouted and even scolded angrily.

Listening to this qiē, Bacang stopped tasting the wine, glanced at Xu Ru with slightly drunk eyes, and said, "This is very good!"

Hearing this, a demon clan disciple hurriedly asked, "Lord Demon Emperor, why do you say this...... Nice?"

"Stupid!"

Immediately gave this disciple a burst of chest, and the Demon Emperor Ba Cangcai took a deep breath and said, "At least Feng Qingshui won't die here!"

In one sentence, it shows Ba Cang's opinion: If Feng Qingshui really faces Xu Shiji, he will definitely die! On the contrary, if he is against Xu Ru, Feng Qingshui still has a glimmer of life!

But it's just a "glimmer of life", and Bacang has already decided on one thing - Feng Qingshui will definitely be defeated!

On the other side, a disciple of the God Killing Clan's team asked softly: "Shao Si Ming, now the first battle between Xigong and Nangong is a draw of one win and one loss for the time being, who do you think will win the final battle?"

Hearing this, a trace of sadness flashed on Huo Wu's still cold face: "Senior Feng Qingshui, he's just helping us throw stones and ask for directions!"