Jing Jiayuan's weapon was a spear, and the moment it touched the fiery red whip, the spear trembled violently, as if it was humming in pain.

Jing Jiayuan's body shook violently, a little incredulous.

His spear is a genuine seven-grade weapon.

The family has been passed down for hundreds of years, and there is already some vague consciousness.

The emotion that this spear transmitted to himself just now turned out to be fear.

It's a whip in the hands of the little fairy of fear!

There is only one possibility, the level of the weapon in the little fairy's hand is higher than his spear, and it is much higher.

His little fairy seems to be becoming more and more mysterious, which also makes him even more difficult to extricate himself.

Xuan Liyue felt the strength of Jing Jiayuan's weapon, and was also slightly stunned.

It turns out that this kid still has such a good thing in his hands.

Sure enough, none of the elite lists are simple, especially those at the top of the rankings.

Elite 3 and Elite 8 took the opportunity to retreat and form a united front with Jing Jiayuan.

The three of them glanced at each other, and then suddenly launched an even more fierce attack towards Xuan Liyue.

As the top twelve on the elite list, and they are on missions outside all year round, they naturally have more than this combat effectiveness.

Realizing that Xuan Liyue was not a vase, the three of them also got serious and showed their true strength.

Suddenly, the typhoon surged.

In the ring, the four of them fought fiercely, and all kinds of bright and dark attacks emerged one after another.

Everyone in the audience was excited, and they wished that the person standing on the stage was themselves.

Before the game, no one was optimistic about Xuan Liyue, and they were all arguing about how many moves she could survive with the three of them.

But at this moment, they saw that Xuan Liyue was calm, but the three elites on the opposite side were getting more and more anxious, and there were even coordination mistakes, and their faces changed little by little.

Xuan Liyue, she is really, she can fight three with one!

That's the third, eighth, and twelfth elites on the elite list.

On the viewing platform, Ye Yanglan's hands on his knees were clenched into fists.

The nails are deeply embedded in the palms, and the green tendons on the backs of the hands are protruding.

Her lips were pursed together, and there was a haze in her eyes.

suddenly turned his head and looked at Zheng Yurou under the audience.

It just so happened that Zheng Yurou was also looking up at her.

Seeing Zheng Yurou nodding vaguely, Ye Yanglan's eyes narrowed suddenly, and her gaze fell on Xuan Liyue again, and then turned to the dark face of Elite Eight.

Xuan Liyue, I have a thousand ways to deal with you.

The show has just begun, so enjoy it!

In the ring, the elite third-class people were panting, forming a three-legged momentum, surrounding Xuan Liyue in the ring.

The contract beast of the four people is in sync with the direction of the four people at this time.

Even the state is exactly the same.

Snow Tiger was on his toes, looking at the three beasts with their tongues sticking out and panting, his eyes were full of pride.

He is following Jin Ge's boss, although Jin Ge is not the strongest in terms of strength now, but he is also the boss in his mind.

With the boss's usual tempering, dealing with these three is like playing.

Elite Eight lowered his eyes, and his eyes were gloomy.

He didn't take Xuan Liyue seriously, but he was embarrassed by Xuan Liyue.

This is simply a shame for him, and he must use Xuan Liyue's blood to wash it off!

Thinking of what that person had given him, Elite Eight took a deep breath and signaled Elite Three and Jing Jiayuan to attack.

Elite Three vaguely felt that there was something wrong with Elite Eight's emotions.

But at this time, he was in the game, and he couldn't think too much.

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