Ling Fei, who had a land number ranking, was easily defeated by Song Xuanzhou, and the shock brought was far higher than the loss of two disciples of the Lily Holy Sect in seconds.

Therefore, the warriors from all walks of life were suddenly confused!

What's even more annoying.

The guy who played three games didn't breathe, and obviously didn't move yet!

Could it be that this disciple of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, who seems to be only five or six grades, is already strong enough to fight the Martial King?

The Elder of the Imperial Sword Saint Sect frowned.

His own disciple was broken, and then he put his sword on his neck, and the speed of defeat was too fast!

Unacceptable, unbearable!

"Fang Qingye. ”

The Elder of the Imperial Sword Saint Sect said in a deep voice: "Out of the ......"

"Elder Shi. ”

Cheng Huixin stopped: "He is here to challenge my Lily Holy Sect, and he also asks your sect to watch the battle from the sidelines." ”

"It doesn't matter. ”

Jun Chang shrugged his shoulders with a smile, looking very bad, and said, "Today, my Wangu Sect comes to Donghao Prefecture, and I welcome all forces to send disciples to challenge at any time!"

The people of the Imperial Sword Saint Sect can be counted in the epic mission, but what about the disciples of the same state forces?

Sort of, look forward to it!

"This guy is crazy!"

"Does he think that there is no one in our Donghao Prefecture?"

"Is it tolerable or unbearable!"

The martial artists of all forces in Donghao Prefecture were instantly enraged, if it weren't for the Lily Holy Sect, I'm afraid they would have sent excellent disciples to fight a long time ago!

The corners of Mu Changhong's mouth twitched.

Sect Master, we are here to challenge the Lily Holy Sect, not to challenge the entire Donghao Prefecture!

As long as he can exceed the epic task, Jun Changxiao really dares to declare war on the entire state!

"Sect Master. ”

Cheng Huixin raised his hand and said lightly: "The disciples of your sect are strong, and our sect should also take it seriously." ”

"Brush!"

A graceful figure flew from a distance and landed lightly on the martial arts arena.

It was a beautiful woman of about twenty years old, with long black hair scattered behind her, and she looked very smart.

"Jiang Qingyu!"

"Disciples!"

"The Lily Holy Sect is finally serious!"

"That guy is going to lose!"

The martial artists of Donghao Prefecture suddenly became excited!

Jun Chang shook his head with a smile and said, "Elder Cheng, you should have been serious a long time ago, so that it would be interesting." ”

"Xuanzhou. ”

"Have a good fight with others, and don't be humble. ”

The corners of everyone's mouths twitched slightly.

Humility is so humble that three second-rate sect disciples with good qualifications are lost in seconds, how can you fight if you want to be serious?

Sect wants to let yourself go?

Song Xuanzhou shook his head and said, "Girl, please." ”

Call!

Call!

As soon as the words fell, Jiang Qingyu's hands were staggered together, and his body suddenly erupted with a tsunami-like momentum!

"Martial King!"

"This personal disciple is the Martial King!"

Warriors from all walks of life exclaimed.

The disciple alone has reached the king level, and it is worthy of being a second-rate sect with full heritage!

A sneer rose at the corner of Donghao Prefecture's martial artist's mouth.

Brat.

Do you still have to be scared?

Whew——————

Jiang Qingyu waved his hands, and the momentum that diffused quickly condensed a substantial palm print in mid-air, pressing towards Song Xuanzhou!

The comprehension of the attributes of heaven and earth at the king-level level is obviously stronger than that of the sect level, so when she displayed a martial art similar to the palm technique, it immediately made many young juniors who were stuck at the martial sect level envious.

"Landslide Ground Cracking Fist!"

Song Xuanzhou strode up, his fists swung violently in the void, forming a dense fist print, and facing the big palm that was pressed down!

"Cut. ”

The crowd was dismissive.

It is undeniable that this guy's boxing skills are very good, but to compete with a martial king is nothing more than hitting a stone with an egg!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Suddenly, a loud bang was heard.

I only saw the fist mark that carried the power of the landslide and the earth crack, and the comb slammed into the big palm that was pressed down, and then cracks were produced in an instant!

The smile of the warrior who witnessed it suddenly froze.

"Broken!"

At this moment, Song Xuanzhou stepped on the ground, his right fist was suddenly enveloped in flames, and he once again unleashed a landslide and ground cracking fist!

That guy is a fire-type martial artist!

Boom——————————

Before everyone had time to be shocked, Song Xuanzhou's fist under the blessing of flames directly shattered the palm print that was struggling to support!

"Poof!"

Jiang Qingyu took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood splattered out.

Brush!

Song Xuanzhou strode over, and his whole body was suddenly filled with scorching flames, and said: "The light of fireflies, how can you compete with Haoyue!"

Rumble!

Rumble!

The scorching flames instantly turned into fists of fire, bombarding wildly!

Wow!wow!

Jiang Qingyu retreated one after another, retreating directly outside the martial arts arena, and then it was difficult to support, and he fell to the ground with a pale face.

Whew————————

The flames that filled his body gradually restrained, Song Xuanzhou stood proudly, and arched his hand: "Agreed!"

Even if the opponent is a woman, he will not pity the jade.

"Ding! Defeat the disciples of the Lily Holy Sect ×3!"

......

There was silence outside the arena.

The martial artists of Donghao Prefecture all widened their eyes.

The Lily Holy Sect sent a personal disciple who cultivated to reach the Martial King, but he still lost, and he lost so completely!

That moment.

Their faces seemed to have been pumped dozens of times, and there was a hot pain.

The strong ones frowned.

This disciple of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect is a fire-type martial cultivator surprised them, but when they attacked, their aura was still at the sect-level level, how could they possibly beat a martial king without the power to fight back!

Tell the truth.

Even if he didn't use the strength of the Martial King level, Song Xuanzhou could defeat a first-grade Martial King like Jiang Qingyu.

Because no matter the qualifications, the physical body, and the spiritual energy, there is absolute suppression.

"Elder Cheng. ”

Jun Chang smiled lightly and said, "Your sect's own disciples are nothing more than that. ”

At this time.

He has the right to be arrogant!

"Click!"

Cheng Huixin clenched her fists.

Since the beginning, the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect has not changed its second disciple, but its own side has lost three people in a row, and there is also a Martial King, which is really unacceptable.

"Sect Master. ”

Song Xuanzhou said: "I'm a little tired. ”

He was a little embarrassed to pretend to be forced by himself in four consecutive games.

"Sect Master. ”

Li Shangtian said: "Can I fight?"

"Go ahead. ”

"Yes!"

Li Shangtian boarded the martial arts arena, replaced Song Xuanzhou, and then swept the disciples of the Lily Holy Sect, hooked his fingers and said, "Girls, let the horses come over." ”

This action, this tone, it's so cheap!

"Elder!"

A disciple of the Lily Holy Sect couldn't tolerate it and said, "The disciple is willing to ask for battle!"

"Go ahead. Cheng Hui said in her heart.

In her opinion, this new disciple of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect is much weaker than Song Xuanzhou in terms of aura, and his strength should not be too high.

......

On the martial arts field, the two reported each other's names.

Brush!

Li Shangtian didn't think that the lady had the right to attack first, so he stepped on the clouds and rushed over, without giving the other party any chance, and unleashed the landslide and ground cracking fist.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Psionic energy spreads, disturbing the martial arts arena.

"Poof!"

It didn't take long for the disciple of the Lily Holy Sect who had fought to be sent out.

"Concession. ”

Li Shangtian grinned, the more he looked at it, the more he was beaten.

"Hey. ”

Jun Chang shrugged with a smile and said, "Elder Cheng, the inner disciple of your sect is really too good. ”

Cheng Hui was so angry that her hands were trembling.

"Well, let's change the way we play. ”

Jun Chang smiled and said, "Every disciple of my sect has ten games with the ten disciples of your sect, and if you lose one game, how about losing one game?"