As soon as Fang Caiying's figure fell into the ring, he heard Fu Songcheng chuckle and say, "Beauty, I heard Zhang Ye give you guidance just now." Why? Do you want to beat me? I'm telling you, it's impossible to beat me in the ring. Hey, it's almost ...... in bed."

Several of the referees in the ring frowned. This Fu Songcheng didn't look like a martial arts master at all, but like a gangster on the street, and his words were extremely light. If it were an ordinary young master talking like this, just listening to these referees would have slapped them a long time ago. But this Fu Songcheng's father is still the hall master of the Moon Kingdom True Palace, even if the referees have a special status, they can't afford to offend, so they can only act as if they didn't hear it.

"Okay! both sides prepare!" The referee decisively interrupted Fu Songcheng's speech and announced: "The game begins!"

Fang Caiying was furious by Fu Songcheng's words, and as soon as the referee announced the start, she immediately launched an attack.

"Phew!"

The "random finger" in the "Three Fingers of Divine Will" was instantly displayed by Fang Caiying. Fang Caiying's three fingers of divine will are extremely artistic conception of combat skills, as soon as the fingering is displayed, the entire ring is shrouded in an ethereal artistic conception, and even the cold ring becomes softer.

Zhang Ye, who was under the ring, looked at Fang Caiying's shot and nodded slightly. Fang Caiying's "random finger" felt gentle and non-lethal, but in fact, this combat skill contained a killing invisibility, just like time, which could unconsciously consume people's will and take away people's lives.

Seeing Fang Caiying's finger, a soft moonlight suddenly appeared on Fu Songcheng's body, and then Fu Songcheng's palm gently slapped a palm. Fu Songcheng's cultivation palm technique is called "Moonlight Palm", and when the [Shining God Slaughter Group] is cast, the palm of his hand is like a bright moon rising. The "random finger" sent by Fang Caiying couldn't hide in front of Fu Songcheng's moonlight palm, and was forcibly blocked.

Fu Songcheng's cultivation is in the middle stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold, and Fang Caiying's cultivation is in the early stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold, and Fang Caiying's body shook slightly under the hard fight, and he took two steps back.

"Haha, beauty, although your combat skills are good, your cultivation is a small step lower than mine, you can't help me!" Fu Songcheng blocked Fang Caiying's attack, chuckled lightly, and teased Fang Caiying again, completely ignoring the referee on the side of the ring.

"Look for death!" Fang Caiying snorted lightly and launched an attack with all his might.

"Sizzle, sizzle—"

The silk finger wind is like a spring breeze, and it continues to appear in the ring. What Fang Caiying is now showing is the most powerful "one finger with God" among the three fingers of divine will. This came and went without a trace with the finger of God, and even Fu Songcheng had to deal with it carefully.

"Meet!" The moonlight on Fu Songcheng's body suddenly spread, enveloping the entire ring in the soft moonlight, creating a dreamlike artistic conception. Fang Caiying's "Three Fingers of Divine Will" itself is also a combat skill that pays attention to artistic conception, and under the influence of Fu Songcheng's artistic conception, she almost got lost in this kind of moonlight. Fortunately, she was warned by Zhang Ye before she came to power, and she was not really lost, but the speed of her attack was affected in a slight.

"Moan—"

Fu Songcheng took the opportunity to perform the moonlight palm technique, and rounds of bright moons suddenly rose above the ring. [Shining God Slaughter Edition Group] This round of bright moon is like a bright light, and the attacks sent out are like mercury pouring on the ground, which is simply pervasive. Fang Caiying's own cultivation is lower than Fu Songcheng's, and her artistic conception has been affected, in this case, although she has displayed the most powerful "one finger of the gods" among the three fingers of divine will, she is still at an absolute disadvantage.

"Sizzle, sizzle—"

Fang Caiying dodged while exerting her finger with all her might. It is extremely consuming to use one finger with the gods, but at this time, Fang Caiying can only use the "one finger with the gods" to be able to fight against Fu Songcheng's "Moonlight Palm Technique".

It's just that after fighting dozens of moves, Fang Caiying's clothes are soaked. Zhang Ye glanced at it below, knowing that Fang Caiying's true qi had been almost used. And after fighting with Fu Songcheng for so many moves, he also achieved the purpose of honing, and immediately raised his voice and said, "Okay, Senior Sister Fang, you admit defeat." ”

Fang Caiying nodded slightly, and was about to admit defeat. At this time, Fu Songcheng suddenly smiled weirdly, his palm suddenly became heavier, and endless liliang gushed out like a river. In front of this endless liliang, Fang Caiying found that she couldn't even admit defeat!,

"Hahahaha!" The true qi in Fu Songcheng's body was fully pressed out, and the infinite liliang swayed like moonlight, making Fang Caiying tired and sweating profusely. Looking at Fang Caiying's exquisite curves, Fu Songcheng couldn't help but let out a piercing chuckle.

Fang Caiying's appearance is stunning, and after she is soaked at this time, she looks like she has a beautiful demeanor. Fu Songcheng relied on the cultivation of the middle stage of the Martial Arts Ninefold, firmly suppressed Fang Caiying, and wantonly admired Fang Caiying's demeanor, and the feeling in his heart was really refreshing.

Looking at Fu Songcheng's light and thin Fang Caiying, those young martial artists were in an uproar. Some young people with strong blood and strength even shouted loudly, hugging for Fang Caiying's grievances, hoping that the referee would immediately stop the fight.

"Fu Songcheng, this kid, is actually molesting Senior Sister Fang in public, and repeatedly challenging my patience, it's really boring! When it comes to the challenge of self-defeat, I will challenge this person by name and abolish this kid!" Zhang Ye's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, and he said to the referee in a deep voice: "I am Zhang Ye, the leader of the defense of the country. We lost this battle, so please end the battle immediately. ”

The referee nodded slightly, his body shook slightly, and a strong and soft liliang appeared in the air, separating Fu Songcheng and Fang Caiying, separating the two. At this time, Fang Caiying's true qi had been exhausted after the battle, and she almost couldn't even stand still.

Zhang Ye nodded slightly towards Feng Tongming, Feng Tongming understood, flew to the ring, and helped Fang Caiying down.

Seeing Feng Tongming help Fang Caiying down, Fu Songcheng's eyes showed a hint of regret, and he also turned around.

After this battle, the referee announced the contestants of the twelfth battle: "The twelfth game, the true hall of the defense of the country, the chapter of the true hall of the country, the true hall of the moon country Fu Songshi." Now please hurry up and get on the pitch from both sides. ”

Zhang Ye was just about to leave, Wei Jingtian suddenly pulled Zhang Ye and whispered: "This Fu Songshi is Fu Songcheng's younger brother, these two brothers are hungry ghosts in lust, and they like women very much. Senior Brother Zhang, wait a moment to come to the stage, don't be polite to him......"

Zhang Ye's eyes lit up slightly. This Fu Songcheng relied on his strong strength, and he was light and thin many times, which made Zhang Ye angry. Now hearing his younger brother playing, Zhang Ye's heart suddenly burst with murderous intent: "Fu Songcheng, this kid hasn't met for the time being, I can't help it." But when I met his brother, it's no wonder I'm ruthless!"

"Huh!"

Zhang Ye dodged and came up to the ring.

Zhang Ye had just come to the ring, and another figure also appeared in the ring. This person's appearance is six or seven points similar to Fu Songcheng, and there is two or three points of evil in his handsomeness, which is Fu Songcheng's younger brother Fu Songshi.

Fu Songshi's cultivation is in the early stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold, and judging from the aura on his body, he is not far from the middle stage of the Martial Dao Ninefold. Flying to the ring, Fu Songshi's gaze fell on Zhang Ye's body, and Yin Yin smiled and said: "Zhang Ye, you injured the people of my Moon Kingdom, and I will let you return double this battle." ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhang Ye's mouth, and he was silent.

At this point, the referee asked the two to stand and then announced, "Game on!"

Before the referee's voice fell, a terrifying momentum suddenly appeared on Zhang Ye's body. This momentum appeared unusually suddenly, as if the dark clouds suddenly dispersed and the sun jumped out in an instant. As soon as the momentum surged, Fu Songshi was immediately firmly locked, and the sword intent from the ancients invaded every inch of Fu Songshi's skin in an instant, and Fu Songshi's cultivation reached the ninth level of martial arts, and he also felt like falling into an ice cellar!

Bang!

Zhang Ye's momentum slashed out with his palm while locking on Fu Songshi. The moment the palm of his hand was slashed out, it was like an ancient king suddenly descending, and an ancient, mysterious and domineering sword intent appeared in the void like a scorching sun, looking down on everyone. The audience in the competition arena was pressed by this knife intent, and only felt that their souls were throbbing, and they almost knelt down. Although those young masters from the six eastern countries all had the cultivation of the Martial Dao Ninefold, they also felt their souls throbbing in front of Zhang Ye's sword, and their faces turned pale one by one.

"What a terrible sword intent! Zhang Ye's strength is still above my estimate!" Chu Yuxiang sensed Zhang Ye's sword intent, and his face changed slightly.

"It's so terrifying sword intent! I don't know if my ancient fist intent can compete with him?" Although Du Hong comprehended the ancient fist intent, in front of Zhang Ye's terrifying sword intent, his confidence was shaken.

"It's such a terrible sword intent! It's not good! My brother's cultivation is only in the early stage of the Martial Arts Ninefold, and he is definitely in danger after receiving this blow!" Fu Songcheng, who had just stepped out of the ring, sensed Zhang Ye's terrifying knife intent, and felt bad in his heart.

"Ahh

Fu Songshi's eyes widened in the ring, he couldn't believe that Zhang Ye would deliver such a terrible blow in a gesture. He knew that if he couldn't take Zhang Ye's terrible blow, he was afraid that the whole person would be cut in two by Zhang Ye. Desperately, he barely suppressed the throbbing in his soul, and in the roar, his arms stretched out like two bridges, blocking Zhang Ye's terrible knife.

"Click, click, click!"

Zhang Ye's hand knife slashed up like lightning, and the infinite knife strength cut off Fu Songshi's arms, and then cut off his bones, slashing his whole person into a fly, flying out of a hundred zhang away!

"Whoa!" almost all of them stood up and gasped in unison!

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