Xiao Ling and the three fell from the air after the explosion and had not yet landed. Xiao Ling's voice sounded: "Attack!"

Akibuchi sends out a doomsday dusk, and the energy in the body is consumed a lot. Xiao Ling and the three of them took the opportunity to attack. Xiao Ling's folding stick, Gu Yunya's long sword, and Lin Huanyin's broadsword coordinated closely together, and they attacked Qiu Yuan together.

Qiu Yuan's eyes were red, and the dodge and counterattack of the three of them were completely unexpected by him. Under the unified command of Xiao Ling, these three people cooperate closely, and they can often see their own attempts in advance.

The Eight Forms of Destruction of the Abyss are also extremely powerful, and each of them requires a huge amount of energy to support. This Qiu Yuan is also worthy of being a monk in the False Dan realm, and the half-crystalline liquid energy of his body does not seem to be exhausted. Under the counterattack of Xiao Ling and the others, they quickly played the Destruction Eight Styles move and firmly took the advantage.

The seventh type of the Eight Destruction Styles was wild, Qiu Yuan's palms were grasped, and his hair was flying. In an instant, Qiu Yuan suddenly turned into a wild man, his eyes bloodshot. A wild aura suddenly arose within a radius of more than ten meters where Qiu Yuan stood.

Xiao Ling and the three of them took over the first six of Qiu Yuan's destruction eight styles in one go. By this time, Lin Huanyin and Gu Yunya's liquid energy in their bodies had almost been exhausted. If it weren't for Xiao Ling every time, they would have been guided in advance by giving them ways to dodge and attack. The two of them had already been defeated under the Eight Styles of Destruction.

At this time, the three of them felt the wild aura, the wild state of Qiu Yuan. Xiao Ling saw Gu Yunya, and Lin Huanyin showed helplessness on his face. Both of them were barely standing on the square platform at this moment, but they were standing next to Xiao Ling, with no intention of giving in on their faces.

Xiao Ling looked at Gu Yunya, Lin Huanyin showed a smile and said, "I'm sorry!" and then grabbed the two of them with both hands and threw them out of the square platform. But he threw the two off the square platform first. Xiao Ling knew in his heart that the two of them staying on the stage at this moment were just making sacrifices. At this moment, this battle is just a competition. But for him, Xiao Ling is different.

The killing intent in Qiu Yuan's eyes, Xiao Ling He didn't feel it. At the same time, Xiao Ling must also insist on this battle for the grievances of this Qiu Yuan. The disappearance of Liu Yixu is all due to this people's ambition. He Xiao Ling has passed by death several times, and it is all thanks to this person.

To say that Xiao Ling has hatred for everything he has experienced at this moment, this hatred is all on this Qiu Yuan alone at this moment. So in this battle, he Xiao Ling couldn't hide. Not for the Shen family, but for himself, for his love, his hatred, and his dignity. In this battle, he Xiao Ling will never flinch. If you kill me, I will destroy you. Xiao Ling also had a stubbornness in his heart at the moment.

When Qiu Yuan's claws came towards Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling's hand tightly grasped the grass folding stick and pointed the stick straight at Qiu Yuan. At the same time, the liquid energy in his body surged towards his right hand, which was holding the stick. The small hand of True Qi formed by the True Yuan Control Hand in the folding grass stick fluctuated continuously between the eight thin slices.

At this moment, a coherent musical sound came out of the folding stick. The music, majestic and exciting, swaying endless majestic wind, and at the same time revealing the meaning of the loneliness of heaven and earth.

The leaders of the various factions around the square platform are all those who have experienced the Great War of Righteousness and Demons twenty years ago. At this moment, they were all suddenly frightened. This is a tone that these people will never forget, and it sounds to them to represent death and destruction.

"Silence Song!"

"Liang Tongtian's Silence Song!"

"The Broken Love Flute Demon Sound Silence Song!"

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The audience was in a panic.

In Xiao Ling's folding grass stick, the fluctuations rolled, bringing a violent wind, and attacked towards Qiu Yuan's claws. The Wave Attack of this Broken Grass Stick is significantly different from the Wave Attack of the Broken Flute. The fluctuation of the folding grass stick has a fixed direction, and it is transmitted straight to Akibuchi at this moment.

Akiyusaki's claws flickered with lightning, and a savage mist was constantly rising on them. The mist came quickly towards Xiao Ling under Qiu Yuan's claws.

The mist met the raging wind, and the two froze in the air. At the same time, Qiu Yuan also stopped his progress, and the energy in his body quickly moved to his claws, constantly maintaining the formation of mist.

For a while, the two were in a stalemate on the square platform. The gray liquid energy in Xiao Ling's body continued to transmit to his right hand, replenishing the consumption of his true qi hand.

The two of them were in a state of competing for energy cultivation, and the time continued, and the incense had burned to a third of the place. But at this time, everyone was looking at the competition on the square platform, as if no one cared about the state of burning incense. On the entire Tianzhu Peak, at this moment, only the music in the folding grass stick is wafting, bringing out a picture of the gray silence of heaven and earth in the hearts of everyone.

Finally, Xiao Ling showed a wry smile on his face, and the music stagnated slightly. The fog rose wildly, and the raging winds weakened. However, under the long-term stalemate, Xiao Ling's internal cultivation energy was exhausted in advance.

As Qiu Yuan pushed the mist forward, his claws formed into palms again, and his body flew wildly at the same time. With an overwhelming momentum, from top to bottom, he struck Xiao Ling with a palm.

This palm Qiu Yuan used all the semi-crystallized energy he had left, and this palm sent out a monstrous force to envelop Xiao Ling firmly at the moment it took shape, and this palm was the last form of the Eight Destruction Forms.

Qiu Yuan had a killing heart for this Xiao Ling. Even if it is under the eyes of everyone on the righteous path in this world, even if this battle is actually just a competition. He must destroy this young man today, completely and completely. Even he had already thought of a reason to kill this Xiao Ling in his heart. And that reason is enough for everyone to have no complaints about him at the moment. That is the song of silence of this Xiao Linghui, the song of Liang Tongtian's magic flute.

Xiao was inspired by the power of the falling palm. At this moment, Xiao Ling closed his eyes, and all that appeared in his mind was the situation of the girl dancing the sword on the boulder and the face on the wood carving in his arms-Liu Yixu. Maybe he, Xiao Ling, will be able to see her.

When Qiu Yuan thought he had succeeded and smiled, it seemed that everyone had seen the scene of flesh and blood in their eyes. A phantom jumped from the crowd to Xiao Ling's side. He rushed at an extremely fast speed.

"Hugh hurt my brother!"

In an instant, countless figures appeared under Qiu Yuan's palm. The shadow is dizzying, but the countless shadows are just the figure of a young man. In an instant, every shadow punched. Each shadow throws a different punch. But it is the one-armed fist in the thunder fist, the sky-rushing fist, the empowerment fist, the straight crooked fist••••• the thunder fist. Every punch was punched, and every punch fluttered, creating a large cloud of fire that erupted upwards. Straight to the overwhelming palm.

"Ah!!h

Qiu Yuan's body flew out diagonally, flew out of the square platform, and hit several ancient trees on Tianzhu Peak in a row, and the ancient trees were broken one after another by Qiu Yuan's body, until more than twenty ancient trees fell, and the momentum was relieved. Qiu Yuan landed in the air, blood spitting out. In a hurry, he probed into his body, and his meridians were seriously damaged. Qiu Yuan hurriedly took out a few pills from his clothes and stuffed them into his mouth.

After Qiu Yuan flew out, everyone saw that there was already a young man on the square platform. Everyone saw that the man's seven-foot body, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his eyes were shining, and his whole body exuded a fierce momentum at this moment.

Xiao Ling saw the young man at a glance, but he was overjoyed: "Big brother, it's you!" This young man is none other than Lu Ping.