Mocking Yong's roar can be described as an earth-shattering crying ghost god, although Gao Wanfei face-to-face did not have a move, but he has been shocked by the other party's voice. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"No wonder he is called mockery, it turns out that his anger is so terrifying!"

With a twist of thought, Gao Wanfei had already jumped out of more than ten steps, and a beautiful harrier turned over and landed smoothly on the edge of the arena, and not far back was outside the field. I have to say that Gao Wanfei's grasp of proportion has far surpassed that of his peers, and even the former Sun Changkong is beyond his reach.

"Where to run!"

Following the voice, Gao Yanfei looked at it, and saw that the seemingly clumsy figure had come to him without knowing that He Chang had come to him, and the difference between the front and back was only two or three steps. Fatally, the hanging fist has not yet fallen, and he can even sense the fist wind rolling on the fist the size of a water scoop.

"Phew!"

In exclamation, Gao Wanfei, who had no way to retreat, immediately drew his sword. As soon as the black sword came out, the paint was everywhere. Sword lights like black poisonous snakes instantly appeared around the top and bottom of the mockery, and if the latter didn't react, I was afraid that he would be seriously injured and out of the game in the next moment.

"Innocent!"

It's still the same cry, but this time the mocking voice is twice as loud. At this time, not only Gao gradually flying, but even the space he was in also changed.

I saw that countless cracks immediately appeared in the originally peaceful air, and they shattered into pieces together with those black sword lights, like a broken realm, slamming to the ground, leaving no one behind. What surprised Gao Wanfei even more was that while mocking Yong was dissolving his sword moves, the fist strength in his hand did not leak at all, and even climbed a little. Unable to avoid it, Gao Wanfei stiffened his head, holding the black sword, and directly fought with the huge fist. For a while, in the air, the gold artifacts collided, which was deafening, and some disciples with lower cultivation levels vomited blood and were injured on the spot.

"Ahh

In the battle, although Gao Wanfei blocked the deadly punch, the huge sound wave generated by it caused great damage to his internal organs. Almost at the same moment, his eyes, nose, ears, mouth, and tiger's mouth all flowed red blood, and after a while, they wet the ground.

Compared with Gao Wanfei, the situation of mockery is much better. But even if his body is strong and unshakable. But his palm was still injured by the sword, and a finger bone was cracked at that time. To this day, he can still feel the stinging pain coming from the affected area from time to time. Fortunately, he was already accustomed to this kind of injury, and even if he flashed it a few times, his brows would not wrinkle.

"Hehe, sure enough, there are two hits. However, if you want to compare with me with this ability, you are still too tender. ”

Here, before Gao Wanfei could regain his breath, the mockery over there had already shaken his body again. It's just that this time his speed and agility were all above before, and his fists as dense as rain came one after another, hitting high and flying and retreating again and again, looking at his appearance, he seemed to have no strength to parry and deal with it. He just kept retreating, and the blood flowed down his seven orifices, dripping and dripping, leaving a few wooden blood marks.

"How's it going! I can't bear it! Don't give me a quick surrender!"

At this time, the mocking peak jumped and flew into the air. At the same time, he folded his fists in one place, and with the momentum of Mount Tai, he slammed directly into the face of the flying high. Because the force of this blow was so great, the air around Gao Feifei's body was forcibly squeezed outside, forming a temporary vacuum area. And Gao Feifei, who had lost air, was not only unable to breathe, but even attracting the aura of heaven and earth had become a luxury. At this point, he was really forced into a desperate situation. In the stands, the audience couldn't help but sweat for it, but only the three fat and Xinglang beasts looked indifferent.

"Childe, it seems to have been!"

Xinglang Beast nodded, "Wait and see!"

The danger is imminent, and the mockery who is sure of victory can almost assert that he is victorious, and he can use almost all his strength with this blow, even if the opponent does not die, he will completely lose his combat power. But at this moment, Gao Yanfei, who was at an absolute disadvantage, suddenly raised his head, and saw the other party's blood-stained pale face through the chaotic hair, and the whole person couldn't help but be shocked.

"This ...... What the hell is this!"

"Bang!"

To everyone's surprise, mocking Yong's heavy punch hit Gao Wanfei's body, not only did not cause fatal damage, but was caught by the opponent with his bare hands. In an instant, the floor where Gao Wanfei was standing cracked inch by inch, and flew around along with the dirt below, making a mess. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Gao gradually flew out, stretched out his other hand, and swung his sword to slash at the mocking left arm, and the blood bloomed like a rose on the opponent's body.

"Yikes!"

It was only a moment to turn from a victory to a disadvantage, and although the pain on Mock Yong's body was heartfelt, what made him even more afraid was the momentum of that sword. He didn't even have to doubt that as long as the other party wanted to, his head had already been moved by the sword just now. But strangely, the other party didn't do that, is he just worried that he will be disqualified?

In a panic, mockery couldn't help but look at Gao Wanfei's face, but it didn't matter if he looked at it, he felt that his whole person's blood had been forcibly drained.

What kind of face is that? Words simply can't describe it. I saw that the blood and water that originally flowed out of his seven holes converged and fused, and after it dried up, it formed a strange face, with a white background, a red seal, and a "swastika" Buddha seal in the middle of the hall. I don't know what the origin of this blood-colored swastika is, mocking Yong couldn't hold on anymore after a glance, if it weren't for the extraordinary willpower, he might have disarmed and surrendered now. But with a bit of courage in his heart, he temporarily raised his cultivation to the extreme, and took this opportunity to struggle out of the other party's confusion. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was already sweating profusely and was extremely prostrate, as if he had just escaped from the ghost gate.

"Good guys!"

Don't look at the mocking performance, it looks stupid, but if you talk about his actual combat experience, I am afraid that no one among the disciples in Cangzhong can stand out. At the first moment of settlement, he had regained his heroic spirit, and his righteous spirit was magnificent, so that all crooked ways could not interfere with his consciousness. Suddenly, there was a chill in his eyes, and then this inexplicable coolness swept the audience, and even the audience who were a little closer felt it.

"Oops, it's a little cold today!"

The audience staying in the audience is still like this, let alone standing on the arena. Even if he has already opened the magic skills passed down to him by the Xinglang Beast, even if he is invincible in front of him. But the natural, bitter chill from the inside out still made him shiver. His teeth chattered, his hands trembled, and a thin layer of hoarfrost curled on top of the black sword. As a result, the lacquer light on the black sword was also greatly attenuated, and the weak one was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

At this moment, Fang Xishi, who was tired, had just walked up from the backstage, and the two Tianshui Dao people and Huofu Dao people next to him were injured one after another, their faces were haggard, and it seemed that they had not rested well yesterday. And just after Gao Wanfei and Mockery used their own unique magic skills, the three of them stood up from their seats almost at the same time.

"These two boys, where did they learn this kind of exercise, they are ruthless and vicious, and Landa is very. The performance of the two of them so far alone should be enough to make those salary passers excited!"

Tianshui Dao people couldn't help but clench their fists slightly while watching the fierce competition of the hands in the audience. It's a pity that he couldn't see the wonderful competition between his apprentice Xu Santian and Shen Wanqiu yesterday, so he didn't sleep well all night last night, and he couldn't wait to call the two together again and try again.

But now it's okay, the duel between Gao and Yong is obviously not inferior to any previous game, and maybe two or three points better. Feeling the faint chill in the air, he felt that the blood in his body was about to ignite.

"Fight, fight, fight!

Unlike the Tianshui Dao people, today's Fire Beard Dao people are particularly quiet, I don't know if it's because of physical discomfort, or because the other party is not his protégé. His attention was not on the game at all, and he looked at the sky above him from time to time, as if waiting for something to come. Fang Xishi turned his head to look at him, and said with a smile: "Huofu, you are so quiet today! What, isn't the game good?"

The fire-haired Taoist looked at the other party with a very strange look, which seemed to mean "You still ask me, don't you know yourself", the two looked at each other for a long time before he turned his head back to the front, leaving a sentence and said: "Senior brother, you are too calm." ”

Fang Xishi smiled slightly, and then said: "It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided." Besides, there are some things that you and I can't control. If they really want to grab it, give it to them. ”

The mood of the fire-haired Daoist changed suddenly, and the teacup he was holding in his hand was directly thrown to the ground, I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. His gaze was like fire, and his red hair flowed like a raging flame, giving people a sense of awe.

"Let them take away the things, let alone the Immortal Garden, I'm afraid the entire Primal Ascension Continent will cease to exist. When the time comes, I will see where your precious daughter Fang Rou goes. ”

Fang Xishi can look down on anything, including his own life, but he can't turn a blind eye to the other party. When the Firebeard Daoist said his daughter's name, his demeanor changed significantly, and even the smile on his face disappeared.

"Don't worry, there are some things that I still have in my heart. They came to rob it for nothing more than the key to open the door to the Demon Realm. And what I have in my hands is enough to move this demon realm to the ground, do you think they will bring disaster to themselves for the sake of temporary pleasure?"

As he spoke, Fang Xishi waved his hand, and there was a palm-sized book in his palm.