http://10.168.58.178/qidian/post.php?id=1003506030&cid=343279048 In this way, the lance thorn hat turned faster and faster, and after Qiu Wancheng became a few Ling Feng phantoms, his body became closer and closer to the lance thorn hat. www.biquge.info In this case, Qiu Wancheng had to use his own weapon, the Wolf Bending Iron Scythe.

I saw Qiu Wancheng in his hand, and the wolf bent iron sickle that he had been accustomed to for a long time quickly flew out of his subordinates' hands and fell into his hands.

He quickly shook the wolf bent iron sickle in his hand a few times, and then urged it with internal force, only to see that the wolf bent iron sickle also quickly rotated, flying up to meet the lance thorn hat, Qiu Wancheng and Mi Mengwu each urged with internal force behind him.

At this moment, the circle of aperture that rotated into a circle of spear hat continued to attack Qiu Wancheng, and the wolf bent iron sickle rotated into an oval circle to meet him. The two objects drifting at high speed collided with each other with a clanging and crisp sound, sparks splashing and even forming a bar of fire.

Qiu Wancheng and Yi Mengwu urged their respective weapons, and the two of them were still standing on the ground at first, but then they simply flew up, and suddenly stopped at a height of dozens of zhang above the ground. When the two weapons were fighting, the two of them were also fists and feet in mid-air, constantly fighting.

The people who watched the Huangya Bang competition were stunned. They have seen the masters of the rivers and lakes fighting each other, and they have also seen them fight each other with weapons. However, fighting each other with weapons and fighting with fists and feet, such a single-minded person is indeed unheard of and unseen. Seeing them fight so fiercely today is really an eye-opener.

Zhuo Yifan is even more so, but he still looks angry: "The dead old man is not losing, hurry up and lose!"

From the beginning to the present, I heard Zhuo Yifan muttering, and Huya was very puzzled: "Brother Yifan, what's wrong with you, that old man has a grudge against you?"

Because of the wonderful competition, Zhuo Yifan told Huya what happened in a few simple words.

After hearing this, Huya also looked indignant and said: "Then I also pray that he will lose early, who let him bully Brother Yifan." ”

So the two began to "bless" Feilongmen to lose early.

After a while, seeing that it was difficult to distinguish the winner from the lance thorn hat and the wolf bent iron sickle, the two began to stop and summon their respective weapons back into their hands.

The spear hat in Meng Mengwu's hand emitted a reddish luster, I don't know if it was the color of the hat itself, or because of the temperature increase and turned red because of the mutual impact just now.

Looking closely at the dense weaving of special materials, the hat is very shiny and sleek around it, and there is a pinch of thorn at the top, which is black, and constantly flutters with the breeze.

And the wolf bent iron sickle in Qiu Wancheng's hand is not like the scythe in the hands of ordinary farmers in the shape of a long strip, but in a curved arc. The blade of the wolf's bent iron scythe was covered with fine serrations, like barbs sticking out. Due to the long time of fighting with the lance thorn hat in mid-air, the wolf bent iron sickle even had green smoke spreading to all sides at this time.

"I've always heard that the lance and thorn hat of the Protector of the Guardian of the Soul are chilling, and today it seems that it is no more than that, and even my wolf bent iron scythe can compete with it. From this point of view, most of the rumors in the rivers and lakes are not credible, and the prestige of the lance thorn hat is actually difficult to match under the fame!" Seeing that Mengwu's lance thorn hat did not defeat his wolf bent iron sickle, Qiu Wancheng said proudly.

"Really, so confident? Do you look at your scythe or the scythe?" said Meng Meng disdainfully.

When Qiu Wancheng heard the sound, he put the wolf bent iron sickle in front of his eyes and looked at it carefully, and suddenly the head of the sickle began to stumble down the iron slag, and kept falling down, like the wind blowing dust, endlessly.

After a while, the head of the wolf's bent iron sickle had fallen off, and the handle of the sickle began to shatter continuously. In this way, please Qiu Wancheng watched his wolf bend iron sickle disappear.

"Oh, how could it be like this, this is the old man's treasure, and he has never missed it before!" Qiu Wancheng thought secretly. There was no weapon at the moment, and the power of Meng Mengwu's lance thorn hat was so amazing, Qiu Wancheng felt that he couldn't parry.

"Without the wolf bent iron scythe, I see how you can still stop my lance thorn hat?" After saying that, Meng Mengwu threw the lance thorn hat at Qiu Wancheng again.

Seeing this, Qiu Wancheng began to dodge with the Ling Feng Phantom again, which was okay at first, but as the speed of the lance thorn hat became faster and faster, Qiu Wancheng obviously felt that it was difficult for him to get rid of its pursuit.

At the moment when the lance hat was about to touch Qiu Wancheng's face, I saw him open his big mouth and roar "Ah......"

Such a loud and deafening sound suddenly shook the people watching the competition, and the rapidly rotating lance hat was also shaken to the ground.

"Oh, this old man is pretty good. Zhuo Yifan watched Meng Mengying's lance thorn hat being shaken down, and said with great regret.

"The heaven-shattering trick of the Autumn Gate Master really lives up to its name!" said Meng Mengwu, picking up the lance thorn on the ground.

"You're welcome, you're welcome! I see what other tricks you have to break my heaven-shaking trick!"

Yu Mengwu smiled slightly, and the lance thorn hat in his hand immediately flew out again, rushing directly towards Qiu Wancheng's body. Qiu Wancheng repeated his old tricks, and roared with his big mouth, and the sound waves collided with the light waves of the rotating spear hat, making a puffing sound, endlessly, endlessly.

Seeing that the lance thorn hat was about to fall, I saw that Meng Mengwu threw his hand upward, and the strong fragrance of flowers overflowed, accompanied by flying flowers in the sky.

Some of the spectators began to shake their bodies unconsciously, smiling in the wind at the falling flowers.

"You want to use Drunken Flower Yin to anesthetize me, no way!......" Qiu Wancheng yelled again.

Yu Mengwu didn't pay attention to Qiu Wancheng, but kept raising his hand into the air, and large pieces of flowers kept falling, the smell became stronger and stronger, the aroma became heavier and heavier, and the people around him were shaking more and more.

Qiu Wancheng's footsteps began to be unsteady at this time, and his roar gradually weakened. But he kept shaking his head to keep himself from being anesthetized, and he roared louder and louder.

"Ah......h

While the lance hat was spinning, Mengwu was still waving her arms in the air, and more and more flowers were falling.

Finally, Qiu Wancheng couldn't hold it anymore, only to see a stumbling and a little about to fall, and the roar of the heaven-shaking jue gradually subsided, and the flying lance thorn hat began to attack Qiu Wancheng.

At this time, Meng Mengwu increased the frequency of urging the lance thorn hat, and constantly transmitted internal force to it, but it was no longer flying around the eaves, but the top of the bucket attacked Qiu Wancheng.

A powerful wave of air knocked Qiu Wancheng to the ground in the direction of the top of the bucket, and at this time, the spear thorn hat was still spinning at the door of his head. Qiu Wancheng's face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans at this time, and the place where he fell was wet and full of sweat.

And Yu Mengwu was still using her internal force to urge her lance thorn hat, but she didn't move forward or backward, still rotating at Qiu Wancheng's door. Qiu Wancheng was half-lying, not daring to move. (To be continued.) )