Keep fighting!

Since Ji Aozhai is not greatly affected, Song Chaoyu's strongest means can be regarded as abolished!

The battle between the two quickly determined the winner!

In the end, it was Ji Aozhai who won, before Song Chaoyu, he relied too much on his mysterious attacks, although he began to improve in this battle, but it was impossible to rush to the level of defeating Ji Aozhai!

And when Ji Aozhai left the scene, his expression was strange, immersed in some kind of memory and trance.

Yue Yueran, Ji Aozhai!

The monks of the pinnacle duel in the top half of the district are decided.

But after seeing Yue Yueran's terrifying blow, no one thinks that Ji Aozhai has much chance of winning, maybe from the time Yue Yueran hit that blow, there is not much suspense in this battle for the first place on the list!

......

Another short break.

On all sides, there was a buzz again, and the battle between Ji Aozhai and the two obviously made everyone not happy, and the most talked about was the battle in the second half of the next district.

Feng Yi and Feng Eighteen, Feng Twenty-Seven and the two of them chatted quietly and smiled.

Lang Kong Huan didn't know what to say to the floating dream, laughing from time to time, letting go of the wandering wreckage, causing a burst of disgust from the floating dream.

Between the two, there is no tension at all!

After tea time, it's the turn of the two to appear!

After the two entered, their expressions finally became a little more serious.

"Brother Feng, your master is a top guest, he should be a lot of net worth, have you already passed on the spiritual treasure to you, take it out, you and me, don't be so slow to tempt it!"

Lang Kong Huan spoke first.

Feng Yi smiled when he heard this.

"First, I don't know what my master's net worth is, but he has never passed on any spiritual treasures to me!"

"Second, even if there is a spiritual treasure, I don't think there is any need to pay for it. ”

"Third, you and I, you and I, we really don't need to be tempted to tempt!"

Hearing this, Langkong's face darkened.

Whew-

On the opposite side, the dark world is rolling in, and Feng Yi shot one by one, and it turned out to be the dark country.

"You guy, it's true that you're here so soon!"

Like a little naughty boy, he screamed, pulled his legs and ran, watching the monks laughing.

......

Whoop -

The tide is rising!

As Lang Kong Huan flew away, his divine power blasted backwards, and he knew just by looking at the posture that he didn't dare to give Feng Yi's Dark Realm a chance to take it in.

Boom, once again began to explode!

Feng Yi's dark realm, with the strength of Qianxiao, an old killer, can't be opened from the inside, let alone from the outside.

The black world is rolling like a dark cloud, which seems ordinary, but what is twisted in it is the way of space taught to Feng Yi by the old crooked brother, and between the distortions, the void on the periphery of the black world is trembling inexplicably.

The world of the blue wave, which has not yet fallen on the dark realm, has been disintegrated layer by layer.

Boom –

In the end, although there was a rumbling, it was no longer harmful to the Dark Realm.

Lang Kong Huan stepped on the tide and flew away, the speed was naturally fast, but it was not as fast as the golden streamer Feng Yi, in the end, he was still caught up, or shrouded in the dark country.

A dull rumbling sound came from within.

The crowd barely had to guess the final result!

After half a cup of tea, the dark realm dispersed, revealing the figures of the two.

Lang Konghuan's clothes were bloody, and his hair was scattered, as if he had experienced a tragic battle in a short period of time, his eyes widened, and his eyes were a little terrifying staring at Feng Yi.

Feng Yi's body was also stained with blood, and his expression was by no means as relaxed as before.

Who wins and loses?

"Unexpectedly, you still have a hidden hand!"

Feng Yi spoke.

Lang Konghuan shook his head and smiled bitterly, and said: "This hand was originally intended to be given to you and the old fox, but unfortunately - it is still not your opponent, this battle, you won, you don't have to fight anymore!"

When the words fell, they flew away.

Feng Yi originally wanted to praise the other party's hand for a few words, but seeing Lang Konghuan's gloomy look, he still endured it.

Lang Konghuan is also a self-respecting person, although he is an old friend, what he needs at the moment is probably not his praise.

......

It's the end of another battle, and Feng Yi broke into the top four.

Everyone was not surprised by this result at all, after all, before the empty air, they mostly outwitted and won.

"The next battle, Southern Cyclamen, the past and the present. ”

The final battle of the eight-in-four opened, and it was another battle that everyone was looking forward to.

In the past, he showed a super high level against the floating living master, and the southern cyclamen relied on a colorful feather fan to eliminate the floating dream!

The two entered, and without much talk, a big battle immediately began.

Nan Xianke obviously didn't plan to drag on this battle for too long, and he would be seriously injured or something, and the opening was to take out the colorful feather fan!

Fan!

Fan the water!

Fan the fire!

Fan Thunder!

The Colorful Feather Fan fanned out a lot of attacks, but it didn't fan out the powerful attack that defeated the floating dream.

"When he used that blow three days ago, Nan Xianke's Yuan Shen power was obviously consumed a lot at once, and if he wasn't absolutely sure today, he probably wouldn't have used that blow easily. ”

"That's right, the feeling that this person gave me is deep and introverted, the city is much deeper than the whole world, our previous guess should be correct, he is the monk who Weiyang Divine Palace really has high hopes for. ”

The discussion began again.

Needless to say, the past and the present have seen through this, so they are extra vigilant.

......

Bombardment!

Counterattack!

This battle gradually went to a long distance, and the fight was naturally fierce and abnormal, and everywhere there was an explosion of vitality light and shadow, colorful and gorgeous like a flower.

The monks watched with fascination.

Judging from the situation, the ancient and modern ways to suppress the opponent by strong means, smash the opponent's attack, and at the same time carefully guard the opponent, the fight is both fierce and alert, which is breathtaking!

However, the floating dream that had fought with the Southern Cyclamen, his expression gradually became strange, especially when he saw the light and shadow of those broken vitality.

"Daoyou is smart, I'm going to come up with that trick, I'm offended!"

Suddenly, the southern cyclamen spoke, and the spring breeze was full of faces.

When he heard the words, his eyes flashed, and he retreated first!

The colorful feather fan in the hand of the Southern Cyclist, like a long sword, rushed towards the sky, and suddenly there was a thunderous roar, and silver-white lightning went down wildly, bombarding those shattered Yuan Qi light and shadow.

"He's fooled!"

"This guy from Nanxian has been using a fan as a sword, quietly arranging his virtual and real sword array!"

The onlookers exclaimed.

Loud and loud!

Watching the movie in all directions, churning and changing, like a cage, shrouded in the past and the present, at the same time, the Southern Cyclamen Fan shook again, and finally blasted out the colorful blow that eliminated the floating dream!