'What is this guy doing?'

Seeing that the two of them began to fight with a chain, Qin Yan was full of puzzlement. Purely in terms of strength, Cheng Gang is definitely second to none among the disciples of the Demon Sect, and even Qin Yan has to bow down. And he has also learned the power of Xiaoge, but it is only similar to himself. Ge Xinglie didn't want to win in swordsmanship, but wanted to attack the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings, could it be that his confidence had swelled to the point of blindness?

Or, did he want to take advantage of Cheng Gang's strength to get close to Cheng Gang? But with his speed, there was no need for this. And if this happens, the trajectory of his progress will be completely fixed, and he will be attacked fiercely by Cheng Gang. If a swordsman abandons his fluttering and agile body, then he will have the last chance to sacrifice his life......

Cheng Gang's body was as tight as a bowstring, his muscles bulged high, and the strength of the two tigers burst out at this moment. But Ge Xinglie's strength should not be underestimated, even if it is not as good as Cheng Gang, it forces him to concentrate all the strength of his body on his arm, and he no longer has the extra strength to drive other chains to attack.

The stalemate lasted for two seconds, and the balance of victory gradually tilted in favor of Cheng Gang. There is no way to be opportunistic in this kind of contest of pure strength, and there will be no suspense in the outcome. Ge Xingyeol's face was distorted by excessive exertion, beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, and his feet were deeply embedded in the rocks, but he couldn't suppress his tendency to be gradually pulled forward.

The rocks clattered beneath his feet, the cobweb-like cracks widened in all directions, and his body was pulled forward. Work hard, no one is Cheng Gang's opponent, then, let him pull over!

The corners of Ge Xinglie's lips curled in a large arc, and suddenly gave up resistance, and shot straight forward, and with the huge pull on the chain, his whole body rushed in front of Cheng Gang like a cannonball out of the chamber. His eyes flashed with boiling killing intent, he raised his arm and swiped the evil sword, and the power of opening mountains and splitting seas poured out, and the sword light as black as eternal night instantly occupied Cheng Gang's field of vision.

With this sword, lay the foundation of life and death situation!

Cheng Gang had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He let out a mountain-shaking roar from his mouth, and his arms rushed forward together, and the thick chains burning with the Netherworld Black Flame entangled and rose up like a dragon, completely enveloping the figure of Ge Xinglie rushing over.

'After receiving a blow from my Echo of Hell, how much strength do you have left to dare to fight me head-to-head?'

A moment later, the two incomparable breaths collided together without any fancy fancy, the same cold and incomparably black, and the rich shadow that rose in an instant obscured their figures, and the almost violent shock wave spread, the flat peak shook for a while, and the rocks and plants turned into powder. The sudden burst of intense sound waves was beyond the scope of the human ear, and everyone on the top of the jade sun felt as if they had been stabbed by an invisible awl, and then completely lost their hearing for a short time. Many people fled in a panic, they opened their mouths and shouted, but they could not hear a sound, and the whole world fell silent.

This is true for bystanders, and the impact on the two parties in the center can be imagined. When the shadows of darkness gradually dissipate, the inner situation is revealed. A jumping figure was chasing another burly figure, and the furious Purple Flame Sword Qi occupied a large space, enveloping the burly figure and stirring up a large area of blood.

It seems that the situation is already clear. After that hard fight, both of them suffered varying degrees of impact, Ge Xinglie's evil sword was beaten back to Ziyan's original form, Cheng Gang was even more unbearable, his strength was obviously weakened, and the speed of swinging the chains slowed down. However, Ge Xinglie's skills did not seem to be greatly affected, he circled around Cheng Gang, attacking him from all directions. After several chases, Cheng Gang had several more wounds on his body, and the decline was irreversible.

Ge Xinglie deserves to be the most famous figure in today's Demon Gate, and he still won in the end. Now the only suspense left is whether Cheng Gang can save his life under his sword.

'This guy was obviously hit hard by Cheng Gang, but he was able to defeat Cheng Gang in a head-on hard fight, how far has his explosiveness reached?' Qin Yan looked at the figure of Ge Xinglie in the field, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyebrows. Tomorrow this time, it will be his turn to face this terrible demon, but he really doesn't know much.

"If only my sword qi had improved a little......

As he pondered in his mind, he felt a strong malice coming from behind his side. He hurriedly turned his head and saw Lu Tong, who was dressed in white, more than ten steps behind him, looking at him with an extremely resentful gaze.

Lv Tong ...... Thinking of the miserable experience this woman suffered a few days ago, Qin Yan could only smile secretly in his heart. Senior Sister Gong, this was the trouble you caused, but you asked Young Master Ben to carry the black cauldron.

Looking at the deep resentment, hatred, hatred, and some more complex emotions in the woman's eyes, Qin Yan was secretly frightened. If this guy goes crazy and wants to take revenge on Young Master Ben, but he is not Young Master Ben's opponent, and goes to someone close to Young Master Ben to vent his anger, then Ling'er will be in danger. Maybe I shouldn't have been so worried about it in the first place, just kill her.

The two looked at each other for a long time, but they didn't make a sound, and the scene was extremely strange. At this time, Granny Yan's voice suddenly sounded: "In this competition, the song is fierce." Tomorrow, Ge Xinglie and the previous chief Qin Yan will compete for the championship. ”

Qin Yan looked back and saw that Ge Xinglie had separated from Cheng Gang on the Pingding Peak. Ge Xinglie stood in the center of the scene, bathed in the eyes of people's awe, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, with a bit of evil coldness. Cheng Gang was more than a dozen steps away from him, and his body was covered with shocking wounds, dripping with blood, and gathering into a small pool of red pools under his feet. Qin Yan keenly saw a thin trace of blood on his neck, and that was the blow that really decided the victory. However, Ge Xinglie didn't take his life, which was really unexpected by Qin Yan. If it were him, whether disguised or not, it would be impossible to leave such a formidable enemy. It seems that the impact of that ambush on him has exceeded all expectations.

At this time, Ge Xinglie suddenly turned his face, and his gaze was projected, intertwined with Qin Yan's gaze. Then, he slowly raised the evil sword in his hand and pointed it at Qin Yan's eyebrows.

From such a distance, Qin Yan still felt a cold killing intent rushing towards his face, causing him to breathe and squint his eyes slightly.

'What do you mean, this guy, to provoke now?'