In the middle of the night, Luo Yifeng forced the blazing god, shook his hand, and brought the divine sense to the Beidou Emperor Xiaoxue Ji Sword!

"Poof!"

Just hear the sound of blood splattering in the air!

"Whoa......

The Beidou Emperor Xiaoxue Ji Sword has been held in Luo Yifeng's hand!

Smoke fills the air!

It's been a long time since it dispersed!

Clutching his Adam's apple, speechless!

Bright red blood spilled out from the cracks of his hands!

It seemed that he had something to say, but he was blocked by blood and retched!

Luo Yifeng quietly held the red black sword in his hand, stared at it, and said, "Do you admit defeat?"

"Huh!"

The Gan turned the Xue Ji Sword into a dry corpse, fed by the blood of the Yan, and they are connected to each other through the spirit network, complementing each other!

Yan's face was dry and lifeless, and his eyes were hollow and full of yin.

There was no more blood coming out of his Adam's apple, but instead dried and scabbed around his neck.

Luo Yifeng looked down, and saw that on the right hand of the general, the ancient god soldier Xue Ji sword was hidden or revealed!

This Xue Ji sword is held in the hand of the sword, and as soon as it is hidden, the dry corpse is clinging to it in the right hand;

Luo Yifeng shouted boldly: "Do you admit defeat?" but in his heart, Mr. said timidly, "Such a gloomy atmosphere, it really makes people's hearts palpitate! How can this cadre Xue Ji Sword hold it in his hand for a while, and then hold it in the hand of the dry corpse!" frowned.

Just as he was thinking, two strange corpses rushed towards Luo Yifeng's spiritual breath.

"Damn! Attack!" Luo Yifeng held his breath and condensed, and his heart was slashed by the corpse sword, blocking the front!

Luo Yifeng broke out in a cold sweat, and as soon as he dodged, he grabbed the Xue Ji sword on Luo Yifeng's side shoulder. Luo Yi's eyes widened, and he tilted his head back, letting the sword of Xue Ji sweep past his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the sword of the cadre Xue Ji disappeared, but the dry corpse held a sharp blade in his hand and stabbed Luo Yifeng in the back.

At this moment, Luo Yifeng was lying on his back, and he had no time to dodge, so he had to shout with a move in his senses: "Nothing comes from nothing!"

The cadre slashed the sword of Xue Ji into the air, and Luo Yifeng reunited his true body one zhang away.

Unexpectedly, the two shriveled corpses were even more unpredictable!

As soon as the sword disappears, the dry corpse takes the lead in grabbing the sword and coming west!

Luo Yifeng's secret luck "White Hit the Base Style" dodged, who knew that this sword was a false move, and the one who had already hidden behind Luo Yifeng was the real enemy!

"Woohoo!"

Luo Yifeng couldn't dodge it, and the Nine Dragons brocade robe was cut off!

"Whoosh!"

Luo Yifeng pulled away to dodge, and secretly said, "What a fast body!"

Bao Xigang concluded: "They are enemies judged by spiritual breath!"

The corpses complemented each other and stabbed one after the other!

It's just that at this moment, the sword suddenly changed in the hand of the cadre!

Luo Yifeng looked at the six roads and said nervously: "Who is holding the sword!"

"Soul Talisman Ninety-Eight Sleepy Light Film!" Luo Yifeng pinched the words in a panic, leaning against the barrier to protect his body!

"Smack!"

The blade of the sword of the cadre Xue Ji is invincible, and it is unknown what kind of sharp weapon the divine weapon is...... It has caused this trapped light film to be useless!

The trapped light film was suddenly shattered at the moment!

"Not good!"

Luo Yifeng's spiritual perception prompted him to dodge the Xue Ji Sword in Yan's hand, but the attack move of this dry corpse was already in place!

"Smack!"

Luo Yifeng dodged the fall, and there was no leisure to avoid the palm power of the dried corpse.

"Ugh!"

Luo Yifeng's stomach surged, and the spirit storm choked a handful of blood in his throat, and he was extremely painful!

"Phew!"

Unexpectedly, at the end of the palm, this sword of Xue Ji had already penetrated Luo Yifeng's arm!

Luo Yifeng ached his liver, turned his head to look, but saw that the sword of the cadre Xue Ji had been transformed into the palm of the dry corpse.

"Xianggong!"

Praise and shout!

"Xianggong!"

Bao Ji is terrified!

Luo Yifeng was about to escape, but this talisman with the pear blossom needle made Luo Yifeng terrified!

"Fifty-three Pear Flower Needles of the Soul Talisman!" Luo Yifeng read.

"Whoa......

The rainstorm pear blossom spirit needle fell into the air, and at the moment of life and death, where could Luo Yifeng still take care of the pain in his body.

He gritted his teeth, and the blood dripping from the spine of the sword of the dry commander Yukihime pulled out.

"Whew!"

The pear blossom needle is empty, but the corpse and the dry corpse are chasing after it!

Luo Yifeng was confused, only passively dodged, and then had no ability to parry!

Bao Xi was anxious: "This ...... This cadre Xue Ji also has corpse poison on his sword!"

I saw that Luo Yifeng Mo said that it was extremely difficult to erase the wounds again, that is, to erase the attacks of the slams and dried corpses!

The corpse poison has worked, and Luo Yifeng is beginning to be in a trance!

He only felt that there were thousands of sword shadows waving in the air, covering left and right!

If it weren't for the work of "White Hit the Base Style"! At this moment, Luo Yifeng would have been buried on the spot.

Bao Ji snatched away her tears and shook her head: "The time to erase is over!

"Huh!"

Another sword slashed at Luo Yifeng's forearm!

Bao Xi raised her eyebrows and red sand, and immediately said: "Go!"

Bao Ji comprehended, secretly transported her divine sense with Bao Ji, removed the soul spirit, and dragged Luo Yifeng left and right to escape from the ring!

"What's going on?"

There was an uproar!

But when he saw that the ten thousand scrolls of Danshu disappeared, Luo Yifeng had already been defeated!

The most confusing thing for the public is!

- Why did these two pretty immortals appear?

"Who are they?"

"What's going on!"

"Wow...... It's beautiful!"

"Ghost Emperor...... The Ghost Emperor has been defeated?"

Swish!

But seeing that the cadre's corpse is also disappearing at the moment!

"Poof!"

Although Luo Yifeng lost the ring, Yan was also seriously injured!

It turned out that as soon as the form of the dry corpse was gone, the neck of the sand could no longer stop the blood gushing!

Blood flowed like a river!

"Ugh!"

Faint on the spot!

The Witch Queen Emperor looked at Luo Yifeng who had fled, and then looked at the Yan who fell to the ground, squeezed her eyebrows, and announced: "Nuwa's intestines, Ice City Ghost Emperor Luo Yifeng!

"What the hell happened to them!"

"Really! Missed a great duel!

The audience is curious about the battle between them!

"Tie?"

"Damn! The Ghost Emperor's dementor is blocking the view!"

"Ahem!

Seeing that the spectators were becoming more and more "complaining", the Witch Queen Emperor raised her hands and shouted: "Next!

Most of the spectators looked at Luo Yifeng and Yan to see if they were healing in their respective camps......

But I didn't know that someone had already appeared in the ring!

When the Witch Queen Emperor saw that it was him, she secretly said, "It seems that it is another ruthless fight!"

This person shouted loudly: "I! Ye Hongxiao welcomes the world's heroes!"

"I'll do it too!"

The flowing ape jumped out of the camp of the Ghost Emperor and shouted with interest: "Lang Ye Hongxiao, the great history of the left and right, I'll meet you for a while!"

"Whoosh!"

Sloppy appearance, dirty clothes!

"Look! it's him! it's him!"

"It's Lang Ye Hongxiao, the great history work of the left and right!"

I don't know who shouted the name of Ye Hongxiao, but this spectator turned his head in general and looked carefully at the ring!

"It's been a long time!

The flowing ape opened his messy hair, revealing an unkempt face, grinned, and said, "Do you still recognize me?"

Lang Ye Hongxiao, the great history writer of the left and right, nodded, and said lightly: "It turned out to be you! ranked ninth! Ruyi Flying Locust Dart! Tricky Man Flow Ape!"

"Eh!" the drifting ape tore away his hoarse voice, shook his head, and said, "Why do you have to add a ninth!

Ye Hongxiao smiled sullenly, "Ranking ninth is ninth!

When the flowing ape heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he said angrily: "So you are sure that your old Ruyi Flying Locust Dart is not as good as your six-eared Heart Sutra Xue Ji Sword!"

"Isn't that clear to me? Wandering Ape! Ruyi Flying Locust Dart is ranked ninth! Don't you know that my soul dementor is ranked sixth!" Ye Hongxiao said confidently:

"Hmph!" the ape's face turned blue for a while, and he was stunned, "I have to argue with you today!

The Witch Queen Emperor Concubine said at this time: "The two ......" Seeing that they didn't care about their existence and were still fighting each other, they raised their spiritual pressure, prompting them to tremble with fear from the Witch Queen's coercion.

At this time, Ye Hongxiao and the Flowing Ape slowly twisted their necks and stared at the Evil Queen Emperor Concubine in amazement!

The Witch Queen Emperor squinted her charming eyes and said with a smile: "Can you listen to me?" After a pause, she removed the great spiritual pressure and continued, "Where are the two representatives!

Ye Hongxiao calmed down for a while, and said: "Lang Ye Hongxiao, the left and right history works, naturally represents Fengcheng!"

The flowing ape was not accustomed to his arrogant and domineering appearance, nor did he look down on his two-faced style, and said awe-inspiringly: "Hmph! My wandering ape is from the Qi clan!, and now I am in the same boat with the Ghost Emperor, so I naturally represent the Ghost Emperor of Ice City!"

The Witch Queen Emperor Concubine nodded, and then announced: "Fengcheng left and right Great History Writer Lang Ye Hongxiao, to the Bingcheng Qi Clan's Flowing Ape!"

The audience is boiling!

"It's the great sect that ranks the soul dementors in the world!"

"Is it the Qi clan who has lived in the mountain for a long time?"

"Sure enough, Bingcheng is still powerful!

"I know him! He's a wandering ape!"

"This competition is definitely worth a look!"

It's not lively!

Here, Luo Yifeng's injuries are no longer hindered, but the corpse poison still needs to be slowly absorbed by itself, he coughed a few times, asked his mother, and said, "Ahem! Mother!"

Yin Wu said to himself: "The ranking of the world! Naturally, the higher the front, the bigger the chance of winning! But fighting to the death, there is still luck on the side!"

Qi Liuyan defended: "Although my uncle Qi Yonghe used to be ranked ninth! But he devoted himself to cultivation and traveled all over the world, and his cultivation was not the same as in the past, I don't believe that he has no face to say!"

Qi Yongyi knew the significance of the ranking, and sighed: "It is difficult for Yonghe to defeat me?

At this time, it was Ling Luofei who interjected: "If the flow ape is defeated, I will definitely make Ye Hongxiao pay the price!" His eyes moved away from Ning Lu's body, and he secretly thought, "She cares so much about the safety of the Ghost Emperor! If I win this crucial battle for Ice City, it must make her think a lot more about me!"

Seeing that Ling Luofei was determined to win, he concluded: "If my sister appears, the red-sleeved hero will definitely be able to revive Mingwei!"

"Hah!"

The flowing ape couldn't wait to defeat Ye Hongxiao under the palm, and in a flash, he attacked with his palm!