Nanxuan Mansion, a border city.

Under the ring, everyone's eyes were staring at the stage, and they didn't want to close it for a moment, for fear of missing any detail of this big battle.

What is the most annoying thing at this time? is of course your own eyelids.

Don't blink, blink, I can't control it!

There were originally five people standing on the stage, but two of them had fallen at the moment.

Feng Shanren's face was purple and blue, and the five blood holes in his chest were gurgling with black blood.

Xianghe was also thrown aside, and the hero had already fainted, not knowing life or death.

"The Venerable Immortal Wind's Red Refining Five Poisonous Claws are so vicious!"

Yang Marrow in the audience was well-informed, and he never expected that the unique claw skill of the Venerable Master of the Immortal Wind, who disappeared more than ten years ago, would be used on Feng Shanren at this moment.

In the other corner of the stage, Hu Yunli was on all fours, his body was twisted, and the seventeen palm prints on his body exploded his thunder King Kong body, and it was estimated that his internal organs were pierced by broken bones in his body, and it was not bad to be able to save his life.

"Dividing the Golden Hand...... The signboard of the Secret Stream, will he still do this?"

Yang Ji only felt that his worldview was about to be subverted, how could there be a person who could master so many sects of martial arts at the same time?

But Qu Wudao at this moment is continuing to subvert his worldview.

"Eat me with a thunderbolt!"

Huyun Thunderbolt's skills are better than his younger brother, but after fighting with Qu Wudao, he is also embarrassed, the more he fights, the more aggrieved he becomes, and he simply concentrates his strength to attack Qu Wudao with one punch.

A crackling sound sounded on the huge fist, and a faint thunder covered it, and Huyun Thunder's thick arm like a rolling log was bent to the extreme, and then it was stretched out violently, and the thunder scraped through the air without the naked eye to know how terrifying the killing power of Huyun Thunder's punch was.

The fist shadow dilated rapidly in Qu Wudao's pupils, but he didn't panic at all, and his right hand went straight over.

"Want to block the thunder of the Changjin Temple?"

"Looking for death!"

At the moment when Huyun Thunderbolt's fist touched Qu Wudao's right hand, the hand covered with shocking blood marks suddenly twisted.

Like a hunting python, it was wrapped around Huyun Thunderbolt's arm.

Hu Yunli only felt that his arm was tightened, and Qu Wudao's right hand first cut his wrist vein, and then restrained the joint, teaching him to exert his strength again.

In the last blow, the fingers of Qu Wudao's right hand were raised, and then opened up and down, like a poisonous snake swallowing things, biting hard under Huyun's armpit.

"Ahh

Huyun thundered and screamed, blood from his mouth and nose spurted wildly, he was not only injured by Qu Wudao, but also because he didn't hit out with all his strength, and was rolled back by his own strong strength, injured and injured, and unable to fight again.

"This is the Spirit Snake of Snow Castle!"

Yang Marrow, who was watching the battle, didn't feel happy in his heart, but fortunately he didn't make it.

Qu Wudao's trick was wonderful, he didn't waste the slightest internal force, he only relied on his moves to win, poor Huyun Thunder was not so cowardly, but he was defeated with such hatred.

In the field again, the Hu brothers fell, and only one Qinghao remained.

The gold and silver whips were propped up on the table, and Qing Hao half-squatted down, sweating profusely, and he also fell behind before.

Qu Wudao didn't continue to attack, looked at Qing Hao, and said, "Deputy gang leader, you can't do it, go down." ”

"Phew!" Qinghao spat out the phlegm and blood in his throat, like spitting out a cockroach that crawled into his mouth and died in the middle of the night when he was sleeping.

He laboriously raised the silver whip, pointed at Qu Wudao, and said hatefully: "Lao Tzu has come to the stage, but he never thought of living! You killed my righteous brother Zhai Lian by the demon of the pure dojo back then, and I Qinghao and you will never die!"

Regarding Zhai Lian's death, Qu Wudao certainly knew.

In the first battle of Shuizhai, the survivors only had Han Hui, Yao Shubi, Lan Qingfeng and the crippled Tongye Mountain Baohua Hall Master, as well as a killer of the mysterious organization Sixin Society, and Chu Mo, who came back from the dead for some reason.

Han Hui and Yao Shubi are not martial arts practitioners, so they can't remember the details, although Lan Qingfeng and the Baohua Hall Master claimed to have killed Chu Mo, they didn't want to say more, and the heaven-level killer of the Sixin Society was even more secretive, and no one could find it.

Therefore, Qu Wudao's detailed knowledge of that battle came from Chu Mo's own narration, but he never mentioned why he came back from the dead.

Chu Mo didn't say anything, Qu Wudao didn't ask, among the twelve immortals, he and Hua Pozi Lan Yuerong were Chu Mo's most staunch supporters, and they were also rare people that Chu Mo trusted extremely much.

Chu Mo didn't say it, he wouldn't ask, let alone investigate, which was why Chu Mo trusted Qu Wudao so much.

Seeing Qing Hao's hatred of the Pure Determination Dojo so much, Qu Wudao only sighed in his heart that Zhai Lian and the others were immeasurable, and said: "Fighting in the rivers and lakes, if your skills are not as good as others, it is equal to death, not to mention that the gang leader of your A and B gang united more than ten masters to bully more and less, and was killed by Mr. Chu, who is to blame for the first to flirt?"

Qinghao was almost provoked by Qu Wudao to take another mouthful of blood, and he didn't say anything, but gathered his strength to dance the double whip and kill the general.

"Tornado!"

Unless you have a cat-like perverted vision, you can see that Qinghao's double whips are shaking at an alarmingly high frequency.

An unprovoked wind was gathering on his whip.

"Die, ah, ah, ah!!"

Qing Hao rushed in front of Qu Wudao and hit the double whip like mercury, and the fierce wind also spread to the extreme under his full urging, and a pound-thin storm blocked the stage and the stage.

"Wow!"

"It's taking off!"

Among the people watching the battle, who has real materials and who has a false name, it will be clear at once, and many people with low martial arts skills were blown up by Qing Hao with a tornado.

On the other hand, Yang Pulp, Gu Muyan, Li Gongzi and others are sinking their knees, and the jack pendant in a basic skill is firmly fixed in place, and the four major rampant lines do not change their faces, and they do not move a single bit even if the storm hits.

This tornado is Qing Hao's killing move, and it is also what he used to fight hard, but seeing that the huge storm on the stage did not dissipate at all, it wanted to overturn the competition platform carefully built by the Pure Determination Dojo.

"Not good!"

Yang Mian's eyes were sharp, and he watched as the three figures were thrown out of it, constantly being destroyed by the wind in the air like mud.

It was Feng Shanren and the Hu brothers who lost their combat effectiveness.

"Hah, phew!"

Yang Ji took a deep breath, his breath was long, his robe was windless, and his eyes were blue.

In the next moment, he had risen high against the storm, leaving a footprint several feet deep on the ground beneath his feet.

He stretched out his arms, clamped the cloud thunderbolt, and then somersaulted, his body was like a burst of fairy mist, and he was not affected by the wind, holding the two of them to fall slowly.

This hand "stepping on the fog" is extremely depleting of internal strength, but if it is at the cost of saving the young master of the Changjin Palace, and making the master of the Changjin Palace, Hu Xianglei, owe him a big favor, Yang Ji is still willing to do it.

Looking at the side again, Huyun Li's male body was provoked by a long bamboo pole, although he was embarrassed, he still saved his life.

It was the old Li pole of the "Gao family" of the Sanlu Water Hall who made the shot.

But seeing him sweating, you can also know that it is easy to save people in this storm and give it easy.

There is still one Feng Shanren left, but he is gone.

"Where is Brother Feng?" Yang Ji didn't see Feng Shanren, and couldn't help but be a little worried, after all, although Feng Shanren was a lone ranger, he had always been good friends with their Leng Yuanmen.

"Don't look for it," a sharp voice came, and the storm did not affect its clarity in the slightest, "The surname Feng is here." ”

Yang Ji followed the sound and saw a black shadow picking up the half-dead Feng Shanren with one hand, standing on a beam not far away, lifting his weight lightly.

"Lin Yuexun, the four rampant ones, is he so kind that he will come to the rescue?"

Looking at Lin Yuexun's side again, the other three rampant people who were originally still watching the battle in the crowd also quietly appeared.

This situation is clear to Yang Marrow, the old Jianghu, and the four rampant people are probably going to take action.

And the four strongest rampant people in the field are going to make a move, which means that they think Qinghao is going to lose.

"Boom!"

The competition platform finally couldn't withstand the storm and collapsed violently, and even the four big men who were from the Pure Decision Dojo and were in charge of guarding them also scattered and fled.

At this moment, the rising air currents swept away the dusty storm, and everyone finally saw what was happening inside.

Qing Hao's face was already pale, his eyes were almost popping out of his sockets, and he was obviously running out of oil, but his arms were already mechanically waving gold and silver and whipping.

Under the shroud of a dense whip shadow, Qu Wudao's hair was spread out, the small crown of the scribe he usually wore was nowhere to be seen, and a few dented whip marks were added to his bloodstained arms, and he was finally injured.

However, being injured does not mean defeating, and a mad dog-style play like Qinghao is simply worth the loss.

"It's enough to go crazy!" Qu Wudao left his fist and right palm, and counterattacked in two ways.

The fist was like a storm, and the golden whip did not fall into the wind, like an indestructible artifact, tearing open the heavy whip net in the instantaneous confrontation, leaving a fist mark on Qing Hao's shoulder that emitted black smoke straight out.

The palm was as soft as a boneless, with a hint of weak wind, but it was not suppressed by the storm, and the palm momentum of a hundred turns and thousands of times went all the way up, gently unloading all the whip shadows that came.

Suddenly, Qing Hao's whipping method could no longer continue, and a burst of paralysis spread throughout his body, and the storm also dispersed.

"Bang!"

Qu Wudao flew up with a kick, kicked the demobilized Qing Hao out, and then turned over and landed on the ground covered with fragments of the ring around him.

"Bang Bang ......"

A burst of applause came, and the four rampant walked slowly.

Qiao Siquan's face was cold, and he couldn't see any emotion, but the cold light reflected from the spear he held in his hand could already glimpse his killing intent.

It was Lin Yuexun who was clapping in a black robe, and the men and women beside him were Huo Ling and Wang Jie.

The "Four Rampant ......" Qu Wudao did not get any joy from defeating Qing Hao and the others, but on the contrary, he finally had a trace of solemnity in his always plain expression.

He could feel that these four people were differently stronger, maybe not as strong as himself, but it could also make him feel threatened and dangerous.

"Are we going to go together again?"

Qiao Si, who was the leader, didn't answer, but Lin Yuexun laughed sharply: "The four of us don't care to join forces with outsiders, but we don't include our own brothers." ”

The implication is that there will be another group fight.

"Slow. Qu Wudao stretched out his hand to stop.

"What's the matter?

Lin Yuexun made a mocking speech, but Qu Wudao was not angry.

He just stretched out his hand and pointed in the other direction, saying, "It's not that I don't fight, I just want to remind you that it's not just you who can find a helper to go together." ”

Following the direction of Qu Wudao's finger, a woman appeared there.

A woman with all kinds of charms, a woman full of spring.

Spring was in full swing, just literally, because under her feet, vines that wriggled like worms were breaking through the ground and writhing in a more and more crazy state.

The twelve immortals of the net dojo, the flower woman - Lan Yuerong.

A small border city, there are actually two twelve immortals in charge!

Qu Wudao and Lan Yuerong, as well as the four rampant lines of the other party.

They compared with Yang Marrow and the like, and made a judgment.

This side is the real crown full of Jinghua.