King Wu has gone, the scene suddenly quieted down, everyone looked at each other, looking at the bloody people in the square, their hearts were a little complicated, this is the weak and the strong, strength is respected.

The city lord of Guiyuan City also looked at the wind Qingyang below, the extension was complicated, and he didn't know what to say for a while, but seeing him seriously injured, he couldn't bear it in his heart, and with a wave of his hand, a spiritual light was struck, and at the same time he announced loudly that Feng Qingyang was promoted, and the second game would be held in three days.

Casually, the battleship disappeared into the void, and the light curtain in the square was still there, but there was one more person, she was dressed in red and purple, golden hairpin and jasper, well-behaved Yiren, without the brutality of the past, some were just a touch of pity, with a deep worry, standing quietly beside Feng Qingyang.

"Today's disgrace, I will pay it back tomorrow!"

Feng Qingyang said in his heart, and then quickly absorbed the spiritual light that the city lord of Guiyuan City entered, and he was also physically strong, if it was a different monk, he would have been stared to death by King Nawu at a glance.

Gathering his mind, looking inward, he couldn't help but exhale, his body trauma seemed to be strict, but the important parts were not hurt at all.

And the aura that the city lord of Guiyuan City had entered before, after the rapid transformation of the 'Taiyin True Scripture', had already replenished his thirsty cyclone, and there was also a strange cyan sapling sitting inside, and from time to time swayed wisps of pure mana into his flesh and blood.

After a while, the hideous wound on the outside finally recovered as before, Feng Qingyang took a deep breath, opened his eyes, but found that Qian Duoduo was standing beside him, and couldn't help but be a little puzzled, he thought that Qian Duoduo had already left.

"You're awake......"

"Yes. Feng Qingyang replied lightly, then stood up, looked at his torn clothes, his body shook, and he was about to leave.

Seeing that he was leaving, Qian Duoduo panicked, and hurriedly hugged him in the depths, and said, "Don't you want to say anything to me?"

Feng Qingyang pulled out the hand she was holding without leaving a trace, and said with a smile: "What should come will always come, you respect yourself!"

He walked away without looking back.

After such a long time, knowing that his figure disappeared into the sky, Qian Duoduo came back to her senses, at this time her face was pale, and her eyes were faintly choked with tears, and she murmured: "Why is it you...... Why you!"

Of course, this qiē Qingyang did not know that at this time he had returned to the bedroom prepared for him by Xiangnan, and there was a final three days later, so he decided to retreat and sort out his thoughts.

Looking at the door, I thought about it for a long time, and finally took out some spirit stones to arrange a psychedelic array, and then stepped into it and sat down cross-legged.

"Three days to go...... Three days!" In the psychedelic array, that is, on the bed, he suddenly opened his eyes with his eyes closed, and the essence flickered in it, and there was a terrifying hatred.

"Three days, now that the Moon Bow has appeared, I'm afraid that Lu Xun has been prepared, and the only killing move is to use the Moon Bow to shoot it with the Moon Bow and the Moon Arrow, but his hole card is not out of the ......"

Thinking of this, he frowned, now it can be regarded as a hole card repeatedly, if you want to win Lu Xun in the game, I am afraid it is not so simple.

And now, there are two ways in front of him, one is to add a hole card, and the other is to directly use the Moon Death Bow, but the consumption of pulling the Moon Death Bow is also huge, and every time he pulls into a full moon, he has to draw one-third of his mana, if you add the Moon Death Arrow, I am afraid that you can only pull two arrows.

If he didn't die with two arrows, then Feng Qingyang would have lost, thinking of this, his head hurt for a while, but there was no way for a while.

"I want to have countless treasures in my body, but I don't have any way to use it for a little Lu Xun. "What he said is right, he has a peerless cultivation technique, and he has a zombie heritage, but the zombie clan's combat skills are not so easy to learn.

The second layer of the 'Zun Zun's Right Arm' still needs a golden pill, but the golden pill is the natal thing of the ancient giant Jindan Great Power Realm, how can this be?

And if it is a breakthrough, then it will inevitably be a catastrophe again, and if you don't die under the tribulation, you will also be hit hard, but the heavy damage under the thunder tribulation is not so easy to repair.

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his head became, only to feel impetuous, the dantian cyclone was spinning rapidly, he suddenly opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, but he almost fell into the heart demon.

"The Moon Bow can only pull two arrows, and the Mighty Vajra Palm has no effect on Lu Xun at all, nor can the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending. After all, it was just a martial arts move, although ......"

"That's right!" Thinking of this, his eyes lit up again, and a flash of light suddenly appeared.

Thinking of the Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon, he thought of the moment when he faced off with Wu Zili in the square, at that moment he was obviously in accordance with the martial arts moves, but in the end, he was forcibly changed by the black phantom in his own bloodline, and the power was even more powerful.

"Eighteen palms of the dragon, one palm is better than one palm, if I can comprehend it and change it into my own thing, then this is another hole card. ”

He muttered to himself, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and he suddenly felt that this method was feasible, you must know that although the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending are just martial arts moves, if they infuse him with mana and change the Dragon Descending Dragon into a Void Shadow, how powerful would it be?

The last palm of the dragon swings its tail, it is even more powerful, and the tail of the dragon is not so powerful, but it can be changed to trampling, not bad - it is trampling!

Feng Qingyang's heart was full of enthusiasm, and he was naturally excited to think that he was going to revise this classic martial art.

He closed his eyes, and replayed every move and style of the eighteen palms of the dragon descending in his mind, and before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep level of concentration.

At this moment, he seemed to appear in his sea of consciousness, surrounded by bright, but very barren, standing silently in the center with a clear wind.

Suddenly, his body began to move rapidly, and he held one wonderful magic decision after another in his hand, vaguely seeing the roar of a dragon, but in the end, it turned into the roar of a giant beast.

The roar shook the heavens and the earth, and it was no longer the voice of the dragon, and there was a deep majesty in that voice, and the majesty of daring to argue with the heavens and the earth, as if it wanted to pierce the sky.

I saw that the magic decision in his hand was quickly pinched, and suddenly his body somersaulted backwards, and his palm suddenly pushed forward, and the figure of a black giant beast suddenly condensed behind him, the giant beast was extremely hideous, with a body of scale armor flashing, and its mane was even more black and shiny.

With the clear wind of the palm, the black giant beast also suddenly roared and rushed out, as if it had crashed into the sky.

Consciousness trembled, Feng Qingyang's face turned pale, a mouthful of blood suddenly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he suddenly opened his eyes, although he was a little sluggish, but his eyes were flashing non-stop.

"That's right, it's completely doable......"