Bai Qingqing was ruthless, not dragging his feet at all, and the scene of such a domineering woman made all the disciples who were watching Wuhua Peak a little dumbfounded. swallowed saliva one by one, looking at the woman with a somewhat stunning face and a bewitching temperament, it stands to reason that this kind of woman is generally disgusted in the hearts of men, but this feeling does not appear in people's hearts when they look at Bai Qingqing.

In Xuantian Peak Square, all the disciples watched this scene, and when they heard Bai Qingqing's last happy words, the entire square burst into cheers.

And Bai Qingqing was able to seize this short good opportunity brought by the Dusk Drum, how could Zhao Jiuge let it go, although now that the spiritual power has been exhausted, he can only rely on the recovery of Xiao Huandan, running the spiritual power little by little like milking, and even the Sanskrit Holy Body cannot be used, but as long as there is even a little spiritual power in the body, it is enough.

So when Zhao Jiu Ge used the Dusk Sky Drum and the effect was revealed, Zhao Jiu Ge did not run away but advanced, running in the direction of Chen Jie and the other five people, and at this moment, only their last five Xuan Qi Peak disciples were left on the field, and Xuan Tian Feng was simply injured as cold as the wind.

Before Zhao Jiuge rushed towards Chen Jie and the others, before the people moved, the spiritual power had already taken the lead, releasing a small amount of spiritual power, and directly surging towards the crowd opposite, and the golden spiritual power rolled up with a little bit of cold air and instantly wrapped them.

They had just lost their minds, and the spiritual power in their bodies had temporarily stagnated, how could they still use the means to resist the seemingly not powerful, but enough to clean up their spiritual power at the moment.

Chen Jie and the other two Xuanqi Peak teenagers in front of him were immediately swept into this heavenly spiritual power, and as soon as they touched their bodies, they crackled, the surface of their bodies exploded, and blood stains appeared, and before they could shed much, they were immediately frozen into a thin layer of ice slag. Although they are also in the foundation building realm, but because they broke through later, they have not entered the spiritual vein like Zhao Jiuge and others, and after being injured by this spiritual power, they immediately withered, only Chen Jie in the middle of the foundation building realm is stronger, but he is already crumbling.

At this time, Zhao Jiuge had already rushed to him, and he didn't talk nonsense with him, the aura wrapped around his palm, and hit Chen Jie's face with a fierce punch, Zhao Jiuge didn't dare to kill him like this before, but now his spiritual power has almost disappeared, and the power is not great, and Chen Jie has already reacted, and the spiritual power in his body has already shown signs that it can start to operate. The effect time of this twilight drum was only so short, and just this moment drained Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power that had just recovered from using Xiao Huandan.

Chen Jie, who reacted, quickly released his spiritual power and tried his best to resist this punch, plus the ** with the foundation building realm, but his nose and face were swollen, but it was not a big deal, but once Zhao Jiuge grabbed the opportunity, then step by step fell into the inferior.

This time, Zhao Jiu's fist turned into a palm, turning from a palm to a claw, and bending to hook the neckline of Chen Jie's cyan sword robe. For Zhao Jiuge, who doesn't have much spiritual power, he turned the competition into hand-to-hand combat.

After hooking the neckline of Chen Jie's clothes, his right leg was raised, and his knee slammed against Chen Jie's abdomen, and Chen Jie's face that had just relieved his breath was distorted again.

The hand that hooked the neckline of his sword robe, stretched out his five fingers and turned into palms, and slapped Chen Jie's chest again, this time he would not have any scruples like slapping his face with his fist before, but used his strength to eat, and released the spiritual power that had not recovered much, and the golden light shone on the surface of the entire right hand.

"Poof. ”

A mouthful of rich blood spurted out of Chen Jie's mouth, there was a strong hatred in his eyes, and his manic breath quickly withered, and the place where his chest was slapped by Zhao Jiuge's palm collapsed with all the surroundings, not only hurting the bones, but even the meridians inside had been damaged, and it would not be able to recover in a few months.

The strange thing is that there is not much blood spilling out of his chest, and after lying on the ground, Chen Jie unwillingly took a deep look at Zhao Jiuge, and after his body twitched a few times, he couldn't move anymore.

Even if Zhao Jiuge broke the Qingmei Sword and didn't have much spiritual power, he would still be able to clean up the disciples of Xuanqi Peak.

Before Zhao Jiu Ge, who had just finished doing this, had no time to breathe a sigh of relief, the two silver sword qi were already quickly approaching Zhao Jiu Ge with the sound of breaking wind and the pain that stabbed his skin.

The tingling sensation on the surface of the skin became more and more noticeable, but soon the sensation was gone.

I saw two silver rays of light coming from Bai Qingqing, from far to near, accurately stopping these two sword qis, and suddenly the silver light scattered, exploded, and shot towards the chests of these two Xuanqi Peak disciples, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

On cultivation, Bai Qingqing stabilized him, and when it came to the flying sword in his hand, the wind flower showed its sharpness, and he two, who focused on Zhao Jiuge, were immediately injured by the sharp sword qi.

At the same time that Bai Qingqing stopped the sword qi for himself, it was when Zhao Jiuge slapped Chen Jie away, and Zhao Jiuge, who had turned his head and had already relieved his breath, sank, bent his right leg, bowed violently, and then raised his leg and jumped, taking advantage of this force.

The golden spiritual light on his body lit up again, and it seemed that under the effect of Xiao Huandan, his spiritual power began to grow slowly.

When Zhao Jiuge's right leg jumped towards the void, the yellow aura around him swirled and flew around, with a faint halo, like a group of women in yellow clothes rising into the air and dancing.

When approaching the two Xuanqi Peak disciples who were still standing at the end of the scene, Zhao Jiuge stretched out his hands, his hands turned into palms, and with a faint white cold aura, he slapped the two young men's chests on the places that had just been injured by the sword qi.

Two miserable hysterical cries resounded on the top of this unpretentious peak, and everyone felt a chill in their hearts when they heard it.

The two young men whose chests were torn by the sword qi and had some blurred flesh and blood were slapped to the sore spot by the spiritual power of these two palms, and they hit a stirring spirit all over their bodies, and there was a tremor from the heavenly spirit cover to the whole body, and then they were a little numb in their senses, kneeling on one leg and supporting the ground with their right hands, when they looked at their chests, they saw a wound with blurred flesh and blood, and a layer of crystal ice slag appeared on the surface of the rolled up flesh and bloodstains, which had solidified the blood stains and fixed them with the skin at the wound.

At this point, none of the twelve disciples of the Xuanqi Peak Foundation Building Realm were spared, and all of them were seriously injured, although they were not in danger of their lives, but they didn't want to make any moves before the selection meeting began.

Every Xuanqi Peak disciple was beaten, and it must have been uncomfortable. Zhao Jiuge happily glanced at the disciples of Xuanqi Peak who were lying or lying on the ground, or kneeling on one knee, and one by one either their breath was sluggish or their facial features were distorted. He silently said it in his heart.

It's as cold as the wind, but my brother is angry for you!

However, Zhao Jiuge at this moment was not comfortable, the right sleeve of the blue sword robe on his body had been cut by the sword qi, and his body was covered with bloodstains, where could he still see the original blue, and several wounds were still bubbling with blood.

Originally, the blood gushing out earlier was not obvious, but with Zhao Jiuge's subsequent large movements, the wound opened, and soon, most of the blue sword robe had become dark red.

However, after solving the twelve opponents, Zhao Jiuge was full of arrogance in his heart, and he didn't care about the injuries on his body, not to mention that he didn't hurt the roots, who called his cultivation of the Sanskrit Holy Body more domineering.

Zhao Jiuge smiled, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the sleeve of his left hand, and the golden aura around his body appeared like nothing, and a pair of dark eyes were full of pride, and he shouted loudly, "Who else is coming." ”

Who else is coming, the spiritual power wrapped in the sound kept coming from the top of Wuhua Peak, lingering on the top of this mountain for a long time.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge was full of pride, his smile was even worse, his sword robe was blown by the mountain wind, even if he looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, he couldn't hide the momentum on his body!

Bai Qingqing silently came to the left side behind Zhao Jiuge at some point, holding a wind flower, and the aqua blue glow was like a foil behind Zhao Jiuge.

Now, the twelve disciples of Xuanqi Peak present were all injured and had no strength to fight again, and the one hundred and twenty-seven colored flags on their bodies were all left behind before they were taken away for treatment, and they were taken down by Zhao Jiu.

Most of these colored flags came from Chen Jie's previous collection of those disciples with low cultivation in the mountains of Wuhua Peak.

On the field, only Zhao Jiuge, who was light and agile, and a little embarrassed. plus Chen Gang and Rob Wen, who watched the show from beginning to end.

Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing's eyes looked directly at the disciples of Xuanluo Peak!

There is no provocation in the eyes, no killing intent flowing, only heroic laughter and fighting **.

Bai Qingqing, who fell slightly on Zhao Jiuge's half-step, looked at Zhao Jiuge's bloodstained blue robe with beautiful eyes, a little distressed, a face a little moved, and didn't even use his whole gaze to seriously look at Zhao Jiuge's wounds.

Sighing without a trace, Bai Qingqing pinched Fenghua's white tender fingers harder, and said silently in his heart, Next, no matter what, I will also help you get the first place and get the treasure you want.

Thinking of this, Bai Qingqing suddenly hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly, and his smile fascinated everyone, because he remembered Zhao Jiuge's cute appearance of Scrooge.

In the air, that heroic word, who else is coming. It has not dissipated for a long time, echoing in the peaks of the mountaintops.

Looking at the blank gaze of the man and the woman, Chen Gang and Rob Wen glanced at each other, and then Chen Gang's face was solemn, Rob Bowen smiled lightly, and walked out with the seven Xuanluo Peak disciples behind him.

"Disciple of Xuanluo Peak, please give me advice. Rob Bowen also shouted heroically, his eyes were full of unconcealable appreciation for Zhao Jiuge, who looked a little embarrassed at the moment.

If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were on different peaks at the moment, Rob Wen really wanted to drink three glasses with Zhao Jiuge and make friends.

When Rob Wen's words fell, the people who had been a little silent because of the withdrawal of the disciples of Xuanqi Peak once again became enthusiastic again.

Wonderful, it doesn't seem to be over yet!