Volume 3 Immortal Demon Flame Chapter 290 - The Top Three Quest (Part I)
After Han Sanbao stabbed out with a sword, although his right arm was temporarily unconscious, he also judged that the cold white frost in front of him was not much different from his own cultivation, even if it was a little higher than himself, it was not much higher.
Hmph, an imposter is an imposter after all, and he can't learn his demeanor, and he can't learn it in cultivation.
Han Sanbao thought about it, and once again determined in his heart that he had to expose this trick of fake cold and white frost in public.
His right arm was temporarily unconscious, so he held the sword in his left hand and continued to launch a fierce attack with the Boundless Sword.
The sword in the left hand is not as flexible as the right hand, and the power is not as good as the sword in the right hand, but the first two moves of the boundless sword are displayed without interruption, and they are also dancing in front of him one after another A storm of wind and waves composed of countless sword qi.
Leng Baishuang's ten fingers flew, constantly pinching his hands, and exerting all kinds of qi walls and qi waves to block Han Sanbao's offensive, and he was forced to retreat step by step, and in an instant, he was already drenched in sweat.
The audience of nearly 1,000 people in the audience was stunned.
The dark horse little overlord is too fierce in this round of attack, as if Leng Baishuang on the opposite side is his mortal enemy, and every move and every sword is desperate.
On the other hand, Leng Baishuang's playing style is completely different from all the previous games, so it's okay, after all, who hasn't had a few tricks to press the bottom of the box, but she was completely pressed and beaten from the beginning.
God, Leng Baishuang is a big pervert with a mid-stage cultivation of unification, and what about the dark horse Xiaobawang? Only a mere Jindan early stage of cultivation, the two of them are like elephants and mice.
Have you ever seen an elephant being crushed by a mouse?
This ......
Is it the dark horse Xiaobawang who has taken some elixir, and Xiuwei has suddenly surpassed the cold white frost?
Little Overlord, you want to be super-god!
Still is...... Is Leng Baishuang really releasing water to play fake boxing?
Shady, shady!
Lao Tzu's spirit stone!!
The audience kept wailing in their hearts!
The two commentators also seem to have forgotten to explain, or rather...... They are also running out of words.
There is a huge real self square, and thousands of people gather together, but except for the sound of fighting in the ring, the audience can be regarded as silent.
"Ahh
With a scream from Cold White Frost, the battle ended.
Han Sanbao stabbed her arm with a sword, successfully causing her movements to pause slightly, and he took the opportunity to shake the immortal urn and immediately put it on her neck.
Nearly 1,000 spectators in the audience opened their eyes wide
Open your mouth wide and look incredulous.
The dark horse Xiaobawang actually put his sword on the neck of Leng Baishuang, who has the cultivation of the middle stage of unification?
Uh, what's going on?
You guys...... Could it be more fake?
In fact, Han Sanbao himself was also very surprised, he never expected that this cold white frost would be so dish, and he couldn't even catch his two moves of the Boundless Sword.
Han Sanbao even had an illusion in his heart, could the opponent of the Immortal Conference be getting more and more vegetable? How could this championship match be easier to win than the top 16 competition?
"The fact that you lost is enough to prove that you are not really cold hoarfrost. ”
Han Sanbao smiled bitterly in his heart, and used his other hand to pull the white and tender skin of the cold white frost, in his mind, this cold white frost was probably wearing a mask.
Leng Baishuang was ashamed and indignant, but with the sword on her neck, what could she do?
"I'm going to tear off your mask in front of everyone. ”
Han Sanbao said, he had pinched and pulled several times, but in addition to the smooth, delicate and elastic feeling, it didn't look like he was wearing a mask.
Leng Baishuang was aggrieved and angry, and bit him on the wrist.
Han Sanbao screamed, withdrew his hand like an electric shock, and said angrily: "You...... Are you a dog?"
Leng Baishuang glared at him and said angrily: "How do you know?
After a brief period of astonishment, the audience immediately erupted.
"Shady, absolutely shady!"
"Fake boxing, absolute fake boxing!"
"I want a refund!!
"Give me back the spirit stone!!"
......
This time the emotional outburst was like a volcano that had been suppressed for hundreds of millions of years suddenly erupted, out of control, and some people wanted to rush into the ring to compete with the dark horse Xiaobawang in person, to see if he really had the strength to defeat Leng Baishuang, if so...... Then everyone beat him up together.
However, this wave of impact was blocked by the disciples of Taihua Mountain, who were the security force on the scene.
More viewers chose to throw all the worthless things on their bodies into the ring to vent their anger.
However, there are not many things that can be thrown and are not valuable, and after throwing them away, a few people with active minds hit the person next to him with their ideas.
"Hey, why are you throwing my hollow green dragon jade pendant!"
"Damn, that's my family heirloom!!"
“......”
After the first person threw someone else's things, this abnormal and unhealthy behavior that could even be rated as 'one of the most disgusting behaviors in the cultivation realm' spread like a plague, and everyone started throwing other people's things.
In a few breaths, the scene fell into chaos where everyone was in danger.
Seeing the chaos of the scene, the five referees on the referee's bench all flew into the ring to try to stop the chaos, but the angry crowd still cared if you were the head of the five major sects, and all kinds of 'heirlooms' were flying all over the sky, and the five major leaders were beaten by some flying objects.
In the end, Wenren Hongyu's head was smashed hard by a black stone that I don't know whose family heirloom was, and the big boss immediately went crazy, and his anger sank into the dantian, and he roared like a dragon and a tiger: "Stop !!"
This loud roar seemed to shake the entire True Self Square slightly, and it was like a heavy punch, which hit everyone's hearts fiercely, and those who cultivated better, suddenly dizzy, those who cultivated worse, their chests were stuffy, their throats were sweet, and they almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.
Hearing Hongyu's roar, it shows that his cultivation is unfathomable, although it is to counter violence with violence, but the effect is very significant, nearly 1,000 people in the audience have quieted down, and they no longer dare to act arbitrarily.
The chaos was quickly suppressed.
It seemed that with the mentality of cutting through the mess with a quick knife, Wenren Hongyu then said: "I announce that the champion of this year's Huixian Conference is Xuanzong Han Sanbao, the runner-up is Lingxiao Cave Leng Baishuang, and the third place is Taihua Mountain Lingzhi. Below, I would like to invite the head of Baili to present awards to our champions. ”
The audience waited for Han Sanbao viciously, gritting their teeth one by one.
The vicious little overlord really carried out his dark horse career to the end!
Ouch, Lao Tzu's spirit stone!!
Winning the championship of the Huixian Conference, Han Sanbao himself never expected that along the way, how many masters above the Yuan Infant fell on the ring?
This......
After leaving Taihua Mountain, will he be stopped and beaten on the road?
Han Sanbao Thief grinned, looking forward to his own reward, it was a Dao Weapon Grade Flying Sword and Five Thousand Spirit Stones.
In addition, the mysterious mission jointly issued by the five major factions should finally unveil its mystery, right?
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