(Cat pounce Chinese Qiu Yue looked at Seinfeld, taking in his reaction.

At this moment, he was probably curious about how she survived under his fierce attack.

"Genius of the upper realm, sure enough."

This is her praise for him, from the bottom of her heart.

It is an affirmation of his strength.

But when this is heard in the ears of the other party, it has a deep meaning.

He felt that Qiu Yue was sarcastically saying that his strength was not good.

"I don't know how you escaped, but there's absolutely no second chance."

He attacked again, the aura around him was incomparably powerful, and facing him was as if he was facing a world-famous master.

Around him, the aura swirled and stone chips flew.

At this time, Qiu Yue's body did not have the slightest aura fluctuation, and she stood in place, as if she had merged with this heaven and earth.

The presentation of two extremes, one moving and one static.

"Kill!"

In an instant, the two of them moved at the same time, and the spiritual magic slammed into the long sword in Qiu Yue's hand, making a piercing sound.

In an instant, the efforts of colliding together spread like ripples, and destruction was everywhere they went.

So powerful!

This is everyone's thoughts, Da Mao, Qiu Ze and the others half-squinted their eyes, watching the duel of time between the two without blinking, for fear of missing it.

Within the dangerous ground, the aura emitted by the two of them spread in all directions, and many monks felt it and looked in this direction.

In all the fights in dangerous places, it is still rare to feel the breath from a distance like this?

Could it be that the master of the Three Academies met the genius of the upper realm?

This is what many people think.

Few people are so powerful except for them.

Some people were curious and rushed towards the source of the breath.

I want to witness this unprecedented fight.

Qiu Yue and Seinfeld, a hundred rounds have passed in the blink of an eye, and during this period, the two are evenly divided.

No one can help anyone.

In the eyes of Qiu Ze, Da Mao, Lan Ling and others, they couldn't help but be a little anxious.

They wanted to help, but found that there was no way for outsiders to intervene between the two.

Qiu Yue was shocked by the strength of the other party's cultivation, but Seinfeld was even more frightened than Qiu Yue.

He couldn't see what tricks the other party was using to do so? After a hundred rounds of the whole process, the other party didn't even use any spiritual arts.

In his opinion, the other party didn't even seem to feel the aura.

"You're strong, but it's about the same time."

It wouldn't be good if it attracted other Upper Realm geniuses.

Seinfeld's eyes froze, what did she mean by that?

Qiu Yue didn't wait long before she told him what she meant by this, and she told it in reality.

"Time stands still."

She drank lowly, and everything around her slowed down, as if forbidden to do so.

Seinfeld was even more horrified to find himself unable to move.

"You...... You...... Arrive...... Bottom...... Use...... Finish...... Miscellaneous...... What...... Goblin...... ...... Technique"

Under the influence of the power of time, he even spoke slowly.

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Yue had already raised his sword.

The sword fell, the sound stopped, and a head fell like this with unwillingness.

Because of the prohibition of time, although Seinfeld fell to the ground, he did not feel it.

Qiu Yue turned her back to Seinfeld and sighed infinitely, "It seems that the mechanics of time are not yet at home." ”

If Master had spoken, he would have stopped everything.

How can the other party speak.

The power of time faded, and Seinfeld took a few more steps, however, the blood spattered high. Eventually, it fell.

A delicate son from the upper realm died here like this.

It's just the beginning, and it's falling.

In the distance, there were several breaths coming, and after Qiu Yue and the others converged, they let Da Mao directly set fire to this place and burn it.

The fire was raging, and the genius was reduced to ashes and dust.

When the monks of the Three Monasteries arrived, only some remnants of the afterglow and traces of the aftermath of the fire remained.

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... Cat flutter Chinese