Wang Dazhu's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the blue-purple enchantment on the main battle platform, and the whole suddenly felt an extremely bad feeling.

"There will be a domain-type magic weapon, the Seven Star Pavilion is worthy of the Seven Star Pavilion, the local tyrant!" Wang Ye in the audience swallowed and spat hard, smacked his lips and said, "Damn, Leng Han is difficult to do now." ”

"You seem to be hoping that the guy from the Snow Sword Sect wins. ”

Turning his head, Ying Lang looked at Wang Ye, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

"Hehe, I just think that if the person who defeated me loses at the hands of this purple-robed kid, wouldn't it prove in disguise that I am even worse than this kid!" Wang Ye shrugged his shoulders and said lightly.

Shadow Wave gave him a deep look, turned his head, and didn't speak.

I don't know what the way of the sword is, since this guy lost to the cold who comprehended the way of the sword, the whole person seems to have undergone a slight change from the inside out.

Ying Lang had a faint feeling in his heart that Wang Ye, who had been following his ass with the goal of imitating himself, seemed to be gone.

He began to have his own ideas, his own judgments, and his own persistence.

Frowning, Ying Lang didn't understand why he suddenly had such a thought in his heart.

His own shadow will finally be himself again one day. Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

While everyone was sweating for the cold cold in the enchantment, he himself felt the predicament in front of him.

As we all know, Leng Han's swordsmanship can be said to be the same as Tang Ying's, although he is not qualified to practice the Shadowless Sword, but he has created his own way of speed by listening to the Snow Seven Style.

But now, the small purple bell of unknown origin made the entire main battle platform feel as if it was frozen, and it was coated with a thick layer of condensation. Greatly affects the speed of cold cold!

Without that lightning-fast speed, wouldn't it be impossible to move the sword hero or not to move the sword hero?

"Damn it!"

Gritting his teeth, Leng Han stretched out two fingers, pinched the sword against his eyebrows, and an inexplicable fluctuation centered on his body, and it also began to ripple out. The tide surged towards the longsword that was crumbling in mid-air.

"Can you still keep your sword from falling?"

Zi Ning snorted lightly, and then snorted coldly with some dissatisfaction: "But even if that's the case, what?

After speaking, he no longer hesitated, stepped on the gang, flicked his wrist, and the starting style of the seven-star sword technique was to use it at will.

"Meteors by the Moon!!"

The seven-star sword technique focuses on building momentum, and when the sword technique is used, it will naturally produce a sense of power instilled in the sword with the power of the stars. Through the sky, people retreat without a fight.

Although Zi Ning is young, in terms of the comprehension of kendo, he is obviously a genius that cannot be underestimated.

It's just a starting hand, but the power of that one-shot is already beginning to take shape, and the sword shadow is permeated, and the magnificent momentum is faintly revealed, which makes people feel frightened.

There is no joy or sorrow in the cold. The stronger his mental power, the higher his ability to stay in danger is.

Although under the obstruction of the power of the ice of this bell. His sword was no longer at the level it was used to be.

"At my current level, with all my strength, I should be able to cast a sword to reach my peak level. ”

Secretly thinking in my heart, when many people encounter this situation, their positions are already messed up at first, but the cold ones are not. He was still calmly analyzing the battle situation, trying to find the slightest possibility that he could win in the midst of his disadvantage.

"This sword, we must find the best time, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent!" Leng Han pursed his lips tightly. The fingertips on the forehead have begun to become congested and red because of the tightness and force.

"No matter how talented you are, no matter how much you have the magic weapon of Qimen, you are just a child after all, your mind must not be mature enough, you have a chance, you have a chance!"

Slowly closing his eyes, Leng Han looked at Zi Ning in front of him, who had already gathered momentum and rushed towards him like a meteor, Leng Han waved his sword finger, and the saber that was almost overwhelmed was still swinging leisurely, blocking Zi Ning's body.

"Mantis arm as a car!!"

Zi Ning snorted disdainfully, in his opinion, at this time, this originally extremely fast saber was like a three-year-old child's toy at this time, without the slightest strength and threat.

"Boom!"

With a wave of his hand, Zi Ning casually picked up the cold saber and flew away.

Within the realm of this ice string bell, Leng Han became a toothless tiger, but Zi Ning was like a fish in water. A meteor by the moon instantly approached Leng Han's body.

Leng Han's face changed greatly, and he gritted his teeth and hid to the side with difficulty, his own movements were also suppressed by the Xuan Ice Qi, and became much slower.

"Oops!"

Tang Caiwei's face changed greatly, and Wang Dazhui also frowned and didn't speak.

The advantage of the Seven Star Pavilion in choosing people in the back hand is too obvious, and what can be predicted is that this child named Zining was almost chosen to target the cold. If it was Wang Dazhui or Tang Caiwei who came to the stage this time, presumably Zining would never have been sent.

"Zining's little junior brother's ice string bell is indeed too cold, this game is not unexpected, it should be a steady win. ”

On the side of the Seven Star Pavilion, Liu Yu, a man with a thin and gloomy figure, said: "If Leng Han is defeated, not only the side of the Snow Sword Sect, but even those who support the Snow Sword Sect in the audience will definitely lose their momentum." ”

"Even if we win this game, it's just one win, one loss and one draw, and we haven't achieved a slight advantage in three games, so I don't know what you're proud of. ”

Wan Xingtou said coldly without looking back: "Are you confident that you can win another city from Tang Caiwei or Wang Dazhu?"

"Uh......"

Liu Yu was stunned for a moment, his cultivation was nothing more than that of Leng Han, he was at the peak of the six-star, and half of his foot stepped into the level of a seven-star martial artist, facing a strong man like Tang Caiwei at the peak of a seven-star martial artist or a mysterious guy like Wang Dazhu, then he really didn't have the slightest confidence that he could win.

"Poof!"

The sharp weapon entered the body, although Leng Han had tried his best to dodge, but under the influence of the Xuan Ice Qi, there was no way to dodge it after all, and he was still stabbed in the arm by Zi Ning's sword, even if he had internal strength to protect his body, the blood still flowed out uncontrollably.

"Hmph, don't move the sword master, right?" Zi Ning sneered and mocked: "It seems that you don't need to move, but even if you move, you can't avoid my sword blade at all!"

"It's now, listen to the seventh style of the snow seven, the ice dance whirlwind!!"

Huo Ran's cold eyes shone brightly, accompanied by his roar, unpredictable and strong willpower rippled out violently from his body, and the saber that had been picked up by Zi Ning not far away before seemed to be summoned at this moment, and rose to the sky, stirring up a misty phantom in the Xuan Ice Barrier, and facing Zi Ning who had no time to react from behind under the hood!!

"This sword, you must win!!"

Leng Han roared, this sword is the limit of what he can use here, as he thought before, if it doesn't work, it will be benevolent!!

Can he win this sword? (To be continued......

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