In the audience, Ying Cheng, Ying Yu and Ying Xiang also stared at the ring intently and without blinking. At this time, the palms of the three of them had already pinched out a handful of sweat, that is, even a layer of fine sweat welled up on the tip of their noses. The appearance of these four brothers really surprised the two of them, this Ying Zichen had been attacking so strongly for half a pot of tea, but he couldn't attack within half a zhang of Zhou Fuyao. And when the two of them put themselves in their shoes, they were secretly surprised in their hearts, this Ying Zichen's knife and the two of them were not at all sure that they could follow with such a relaxed expression as Zhou Fuyao. These four brothers are really trapped dragons in the pool, and they can rise to the sky as soon as the wind and clouds change, and the future is limitless.

But Ying Fengshan excitedly clenched her hands into two small fists, and while waving constantly, she whispered to Zhou Fuyao to cheer: "Beat him for me, beat him with a stick, beat him so that he can't take care of himself, and beat him so that his limbs are ......incomplete."

Fortunately, the three of Ying Yu were completely focused on the ring, and they didn't pay attention to Ying Fengshan around them at all, otherwise, the lady image of Ying Fengshan would be greatly reduced.

Ying Dou on the rostrum was also staring at the No. 12 ring on the stage of life and death at this time. Although Zhou Fuyao is his nephew, he has never seen Zhou Fuyao move, and because the time is too tight, he has not instructed Zhou Fuyao in martial arts at all. Today, I saw Zhou Fu's hand for the first time, but I was full of relief. The path taken by Zhou Fuyao is basically the same as the path he walked, both of which are violent. At this time, Zhou Fuyao had a feeling in his eyes: 'You are strong, you are strong, the breeze blows the hills!'. He also understands this Ying Zichen's strength, Zhou Fuyao is the safest way to play now, but he also knows that this is not Ying Zichen's strongest state. If Ying Zichen showed all his strength, then Zhou Fuyao would not be so easy.

Ying Zichen's figure moved faster and faster. The hands have danced into a ball of light and shadow, like a thousand-armed Guanyin. Every time he made a move, the lancet in his palm conjured up tens of thousands of knife shadows. And Zhou Fuyao is always like an immovable rock in the turbulent water, no matter how fast you are, the knife will not show the slightest flaw.

Win Zichen suddenly slashed directly at the coiling dragon stick swept over by Zhou Fuyao, this is a rare collision between the two of them, and Win Zichen is trying to borrow strength every time. This time was no exception. But this time the borrowing force is not for the sake of attacking. After borrowing his strength, Ying Zichen stepped back directly and quickly distanced himself from Zhou Fuyao.

Zhou Fuyao didn't chase either, because this time the weapons intersected, this strength was not small, and with his body speed, he couldn't keep up with Ying Zichen's speed at all. Zhou Fuyao took the road of great strength and sinking. And Ying Zichen walked the path of light and speed. asked Zhou Fuyao to compare speed with Ying Zichen, which was embarrassing for him.

"Zhou Fuyao, I'm going to move the real thing next, use the Xuanyin Qi! If you admit defeat now, forget it. Otherwise, when I start to move, the sword has no eyes, and I don't know if I can stop it?" After Ying Zichen stabilized his figure, he stared at Zhou Fuyao and said coldly.

Ying Zichen's pretense seemed to everyone in the audience to be a good intention, and as far as they knew, this Ying Zichen was a ninety-fourth demon disciple of the Witch Palace on the Talent List. And Zhou Fuyao didn't even squeeze up the talent list, and Ying Zichen didn't use his Xuanyin Qi just now. If Ying Zichen uses Xuanyin Qi, Fuyao will definitely lose this week. They knew that Ying Zichen's words were actually meant for Ying Dou: I have already given your nephew face, but your nephew himself does not know how to advance or retreat. If something goes wrong, then naturally I can't blame me.

Ying Dou knew that Ying Zichen had already moved to kill, although he was called a fighting maniac. What I usually do seems to be quite unreasonable, but in fact, he is also a person with a delicate mind. Otherwise, it would have been able to get to where it is today and set foot on the top. It has long been sold and pitted. His reputation as a madman is not just earned by his fists, but more by his brain, he knows that those who can do it, and those who can't touch the bottom line.

Ying Dou looked at Ying Zichen with an idiot in his eyes, if Ying Zichen dared to kill Zhou Fuyao in the ring today, then he would definitely kill this Ying Zichen directly. But it was Ying Zichen who wanted to kill Zhou Fuyao in front of his eyes, it was impossible at all. Is it a decoration in the eyes of Ying Zichen that he wins the fight? With him, he can't win Zichen at this level. Even if the ten winners add up, don't want to kill Zhou Fuyao in front of him. This Ying Zichen is simply an idiot talking in a dream, and he is stupid.

At this moment, Ying Dou's anger was provoked, what is his status now, what is their status in Da Ying City now, this Ying Zichen actually played such a little trick in front of him, it is really damned. Looks like he's not strong enough!

A faint momentum slowly rose from Win Dou's body. The Half-Immortal Ancestor sitting on the rostrum suddenly felt the momentum rising from Ying Dou's body. The demi-immortals of the various factions on the rostrum didn't care at first, but the momentum rising from Ying Dou's body was getting stronger and stronger, at first it was like a breeze blowing through his body, but now it was like a gale transiting, and the pressure of everyone was getting bigger and bigger, and they had become saplings that were swaying in the wind and rain, and only the demi-immortals among the top factions had no reaction to the momentum emanating from Ying Dou's body. And the other half-immortals already had a layer of fine sweat on their foreheads, and they were mustering up their whole body momentum to fight against the momentum on Ying Dou's body.

"This win can suppress us so much just by relying on momentum!"

"Damn, this is not a typical city gate fire, affecting the pond fish!

"This is the strength of the Battle Spirit Immortal Body!"

Winning the fight is just a foreign momentum, and these demi-immortals of other sects are naturally embarrassed to use the true yuan, so they can only use their momentum to support it. The horror of this fighting madman, they can be regarded as really insightful, although they did not unite to resist the momentum of winning the fight, but one person against so many people, their momentum was still suppressed, this winning goods is really strong. In fact, this is also the innate advantage of the spirit body, the spirit body inherently suppresses ordinary people, so winning the battle can cause such a momentum. Just like a tiger in front of a hundred monkeys, the momentum of the tiger is by no means comparable to that of these hundred monkeys.

"Win Dou! Okay, okay! I know that Zhou Fuyao is your only nephew, and you are worried about him! And that Ying Zichen is still a child, and he is not sensible, so if he has the opportunity to teach him a good lesson! Wait a minute, if Zhou Fuyao is in danger, you can take action. Ying Dixuan gently patted Ying Dou's shoulder and said. Ying Dixuan is also a delicate person, so he naturally knows why Ying Dou is angry.

"Haha, misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I just accidentally let out the momentum!" Win Dou saw that Win Dixuan had spoken, and the momentum was suddenly put away, and he arched his hand around the rostrum, and said. The other half-immortals on the rostrum suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and they all looked at Ying Dou with a little fear.

"It's okay, it's okay!"

"Understood, understood!"

"Win the offering, then Win Zichen dares to move Zhou Fuyao, you should make your own move!"

"Yes, yes!"

"That's your own nephew, the only nephew. ”

The other demi-immortals naturally snorted one after another! Can they accuse Win Dou? They can only squeeze a smile on their faces and say good things at the same time. This is on someone's turf. And so many people are suppressed by the momentum of Win Dou alone, they still have the cheekiness to mention such ugly things!

Ying Dixuan smiled and nodded, this Ying Dou is really a smart person who knows advance and retreat, but what he appreciates more is the domineering of Ying Dou.

Ying Zichen, who was in the ring below, didn't know what was happening on the rostrum, but waited for Zhou Fuyao's answer with a compassionate face.

"If you want to fight, you have so much nonsense from there, if you don't want to admit defeat, I have long wanted to see the true strength of your so-called demons, even if you make a move, I will continue!" Zhou Fuyao looked at the fake compassion on Ying Zichen's face, and he wanted to vomit. How keen his six senses were, he naturally saw that this Ying Zichen was pretending to be an expression at all.

"Then you have to be careful. A cruel smile appeared on Ying Zichen's face and he pounced towards Zhou Fuyao. The next moment, Ying Zichen's figure had already appeared on Zhou Fuyao's side, and a half-inch sword light appeared on the double knife, but this sword was different from the sword light inspired by the usual sword cultivation, and this sword light was bubbling out with a trace of cold. This is the embodiment of the Xuanyin Qi infused into the sword.

"Changhong sunset!" Ying Zichen let out a low cry in his throat, and the willow leaf double knife fell towards Zhou Fuyao like two rainbows on the horizon. Before the willow leaf double knife arrived in front of Zhou Fuyao, the Xuanyin Qi was already enveloped by a bone-penetrating coldness towards Zhou Fuyao.

"Immovable Zhong Protecting the Body!" Zhou Fuyao shouted in his mind, Immovable Zhong trembled in his dantian, and a circle of spiritual light was automatically stimulated by the instrument spirit of Immovable Bell, protecting his body surface and resisting the Xuanyin Qi. Zhou Fuyao's hands also don't stop, and the coiling dragon stick method is wide open and closed!

"Changhong Penetration!"

"Pear blossoms all over the ground!"

"Falling flowers are ruthless!"

......

The two saw the moves, one was fierce in attack, and the other was defense-free. After Ying Zichen invoked the Xuanyin Qi, the willow leaf double knife in his hand was more fierce than the other, and a thick layer of Xuanyin Qi had already filled the surrounding air, and a thick layer of ice particles condensed by the Xuanyin Qi fell on the ground.

And Zhou Fuyao relied on the defense of the immovable bell, desperately resisting the invasion of Xuanyin Qi, but one end of the coiling dragon stick in his hand had already condensed a thick layer of ice bumps, even if he used the true yuan, he couldn't drive it away, and this Xuanyin qi attacked his hands along the coiling dragon stick!

"Xuanyin body, it's really a bit of a doorway, but it's a pity that it ran into me!" Zhou Fuyao didn't care about this bit of Xuanyin Qi that invaded his body, because these Xuanyin Qi entered his body and was dissolved by him. (To be continued......)