Beast

The bright red and hot blood wetted the sleeves and flowed down the arm to the back of the hand. Wu Lie changed his hands and shook his right hand. The bright red blood turned into blood mist and dispersed in the air. It was quickly washed away by the rain.

, and the water on the arena was filled with this light red color.

"Crack!"

He can dodge the pursuit of the two men at high speed, and only needs to jump a foot away to leave the ring. He will no longer be chased by Yu Ke and the two men. However, he can only survive for a while. If he wants to be safe, he must continue to fight.

"Chichi!"

The khaki gun shadow passed by, and the condensed true energy was abraded and the water mist made a noise. Yang Qing suppressed the panic in his heart, the pain in his shoulders and the rain washing over his head, so that he could calm down and not fight back. His shoulder muscles shook,

After stopping the bleeding, the blood on his right hand had been cleaned by the rain. He wiped it on his wet chest, and three small pills fell into his palm. Without looking at them carefully, he stuffed them into his mouth.

"Chichi!"

The earth-yellow Zhang Er spear and the aqua blue single sword shot out quickly.

How could the speed of his body move faster than the attack speed of the magic weapon? Yang Qing did not try to race against the magic weapon. He jumped forward while running, and then rolled sideways.

"Swish!"

The half skirt around the waist rotated and hit the water on the ring. The rainwater soaked in the robe turned into fine water droplets as the body turned, and fell out.

"Crack!"

The two magic weapons passed by each other, and the body was spinning even faster. The force of the rotation was superimposed on the strength of the arms, and the long stick Wulie brought up a black curtain and struck at the knife and spear that was about to return to stab.

"Bang!"

The tyrannical force of the long stick sent the khaki spear and aqua-blue single sword flying, which had not increased in speed.

"Crack!"

The true energy in the two magic weapons was shaken away, and the consciousness was difficult to manipulate. They flew to the side of the ring like broken copper and iron. Water splashed everywhere, and several pieces of gravel were smashed up on the surface of the Baigang Rock.

The spear fell into the stagnant water alone, but it still trembled and didn't touch any water!

Every move in the arena was shrouded by the spiritual consciousness of the disciples from the three parties. Seeing this situation, they neither screamed nor came to help. The four members of the Zhan family, Yu family, Ye Hua and Ye Renxuan fought even more fiercely.

The accumulated water has turned blood red.

"Crack!"

He slapped the ground with his right hand, stopped turning his body, and stood up. The wound on his shoulder was washed white by the rain, and the three-inch long wound was slowly repaired by the power of Xiao Huan Dan.

Up to this moment, Yang Qing has never used his strongest strength. The reason is that once his strength makes the Zhan family and the Yu family feel afraid, then those who are fighting with Ye Hua will rush over to kill Yang.

green.

"Tear!"

Yang Qing was unable to dodge another aqua-blue single sword, and another foot-long wound was added to his chest. Fortunately, it only cut the skin, and the blood was stopped before it could seep out.

However, it affects the display of power!

"Chichi!"

The water vapor in the arena rioted, and a water-blue meteor dragged a long tail. Its speed was one minute faster than that of a single sword, and it followed closely behind the single sword.

"Peng!"

Yang Qing's consciousness caught the aqua blue meteor, but he still couldn't dodge it. When he retracted his legs and bent his arms to protect his side, the meteor had already hit him.

"Wow!"

The meteor collapsed, Yang Qing's face tightened, and the place on one foot slid back half a foot, and the accumulated water was plowed by the sole of his foot, causing splashes. "Huh?" He was surprised and confused, but the water-blue mist transformed by the meteor did not dissipate.

Instead, it covers the whole body.

It's like being stuck in a mire, like being restrained by a giant body.

"Bang!"

The whole body exerted force, and the aqua-blue mist broke like a rope. The broken mist was constantly being repaired. At this time, he seemed to be covered with a layer of aqua-blue gauze. The gauze was tough and

Can repair itself.

"Chichi!"

The khaki mist gathered, and the water vapor on the arena couldn't help but rush to the side. In less than three breaths, a translucent khaki palm that was larger than an adult stretched out from the ground of Baigang Rock.

The khaki-colored fingers trembled slightly, like those of a living person, and the ground of the Baigang Rock was the wrist.

The palm seemed clumsy, but it was extremely fast. It moved against the surface of the baigang rock. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of me, and I took the photo without hesitation!

The consciousness of the two monks from the Zhan family and the Yu family in the late stage of Ding Ling was firmly locked on the gray space ring on the ten fingers of Yang Qing's right hand, while the real energy in Ye Chengan's body seemed to be boiling, and the joints of his fists were clenched.

whitish.

Mother and daughter Ye Lingfei looked uneasy. They stood on tiptoe and looked at the ring. There was only light of various colors in the mist. It was impossible to tell who was who. Such a situation on the ring made the weaker monks' spiritual senses penetrate into it.

The surging true energy and spiritual energy of heaven and earth will be disturbed and dispersed.

Ye Hua, Ye Renxuan and the four children of the Zhan family and the Yu family suspended their attacks and allowed the blood to flow down their clothes, with different expressions.

Ye Hua and Ye Renxuan were afraid that Yang Qing would crush the space ring in despair. The children of the Zhan family and the Yu family were waiting for the results and considering whether to snatch the space ring after Yang Qing's death.

For a moment, those who understood the reason could not help but feel their hearts in their throats.

"Peng!"

The loud noise caused the arena to sway, and the arena trembled even more. Raindrops shattered, water mist surged, and the water less than an inch deep surged like a wave.

The khaki palm is broken!

That's when it was taken brazenly.

What caused it to turn into a turbulent earth-yellow airflow was the ten shadows of the stick held in both hands, as black as ink, which struck down almost at the same time.

The strength of Yang Qing's arms in one place exceeds ten thousand kilograms. The second level of "Extreme Strength" is close to Xiaocheng, which increases the strength of his arms by nearly half. The beast transformation further doubles his strength. Although the strength is too great, he must use the strength of his whole body.

Becoming weaker, it is difficult to use the strength as desired, and the power of the stormy waves drops sharply. The power of these ten stick shadows superimposed on one place is also about 30,000 kilograms. They can resist the spells of the monks in the early stage of Dingling, and only suffered minor injuries.

"Extreme Strength" doubled Yang Qing's strength!

When the khaki palm shattered, a long black stick was thrown away, and rising into the air together with the long stick was Yang Qing, whose face looked like gold paper and whose eyes were tightly closed.

Just when everyone was stunned and lost their minds, a low, hoarse and echoing roar sounded!

"Ouch!"

The khaki air flow was still swirling, and the broken body in the black robe was still soaring into the air, but the closed eyes suddenly opened, a pair of red pupils overflowing with red light, the slightly rough face was already covered with tiger stripes, and he was roaring.

A pair of fangs glowed coldly.

Before the violent whistling could be heard from the arena, a light red, half-man-high iron longbow appeared in the palm of a tiger-striped palm with sharp claws. There were three light gray arrows on the longbow.

arrow.

"squeak!"

The muscles under the skin covered with clear tiger stripes trembled, and the slowly healing wound collapsed again, but there was no blood left. The long bow hit by the full moon made a groaning sound, and the turbid airflow of black, yellow, and green climbed up

Only the arrow's arrowhead remains,

When the two fingers that pinched the arrow feathers removed their strength, the arrow on the light red bow string had disappeared.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh"

The sound of breaking through the air was as sharp as a whistle! The speed of the arrow was already faster than the weapon attack of the monks in the early stage of Dingling.

"Crack!" An arrow missed and sank half a foot into the hard white steel ring, making a short and crisp sound first.

"Pfft!, Ding" A Yu family disciple holding a long sword looked shocked as his chest was penetrated, his body shook slightly, the arrow sank half a foot into the ring, and the blood hole on his chest as thick as a thumb was shining with light!

"Ding!, Poof!, Ding!" The reaction speed of monks in the early stage of Dingling is much stronger than that of those in the Zifu Realm. The fear on Ye Hua's face reappeared before it disappeared, and the long sword with a fiery red light flashed.

Cut it diagonally upward! When it hit the arrow's feathers, the expression had no time to change, and the arrow's trajectory changed slightly. It hit the left arm. The arrow sank four inches into the ground, and only a small arm connected by muscles was swinging.

Occasionally it will fall!

Ye Hua seemed to be unable to feel the condition of his forearm. Ye Hua's eyes widened in pain, and the true energy was raging on the surface of his body!

All this happened so fast that no one knew what was happening until now, but Yang Qing's body was still flying. When it reached the highest point, there was a brief pause. When his body trembled and was about to fall, the three arrows struck again.

Appear on the string!

Full moon, off the string!

The monks in the Dingling Realm can only use magic weapons to block and cannot dodge. The same is true for the Zhan family's crescent sword monks.

"Ding, pop, pop"

Six people are fighting in one place, the distance is very close, and they can shoot without having to aim!

The three arrows are on the string again, the full moon is off the string!

"Pfft, pfft, ding!"

The nine arrows had already been shot, and they all stuck diagonally on the Baigang Rock Arena.

"Plop!"

Yang Qing's demonic red eyes were unblinking, and he fell to the ground, his body trembling, blood mist spraying out of his tiger's mouth and blending into the water.

"Plop!, Plop! Plop!"

There were three muffled sounds of falling, and water splashed everywhere!

Among the six people, the only one who can still stand is Ye Renxuan, a child of the Zhan family whose scimitar fell to the side, and a child of the Yu family with a wooden spirit root. Although the three of them were not seriously injured, their true energy was tumbling endlessly, and their expressions were painful.

, staring straight at Yang Qing, retreating and jumping off the ring!

And Ye Hua, who weighed two arrows, was dead!

"Crack!"

Yang Qing's face was covered with tiger stripes, and his expression could not be seen. He slapped the ground with his right palm, bounced up, kicked his feet violently, leaving a drop of water behind, and went straight towards Yu Ke and the two at an unprecedented speed.

quick.

"Swish!"

The two took out the magic weapon, their true energy stirred up, and the magic weapon rose up!

"Ouch!"

The low and hoarse tiger roar echoed in his throat, he took out the last arrow and pulled it into a full moon!

When a monk in the Dingling Realm flies with his weapon, his attack power decreases, but his agility increases. His upper body swings left and right, making it difficult to lock on. As soon as the arrow moves, 'Whoosh!' shoots out quickly.

"puff!"

The Zhan family's double-sworded Zifu realm monk failed to rise ten feet, so he was killed!

As soon as the arrow passed through, it continued to shoot rapidly in the air. As for where it would fly and whether it would hurt others, Yang Qing would not consider it at this time!

Yu Ke looked surprised and angry. He lifted into the air about twenty feet, took out an earth-yellow long sword, and swung out sword lights!

The sword light was less than half a foot, but it came down densely!

"Click, click, click"

Yang Qing's black warrior uniform was wet and shattered into pieces. His figure flashed sharply, and the sword light fired from twenty feet away chopped the rocks under his feet and sent the rocks flying!

"Ouch!"

While Yang Qing was dodging, he pulled out the nine arrows inserted in the ring, but they were no longer usable!

He retrieved the long stick Wulie, growled lowly, and looked for the opportunity to swing the long stick Wulie out.

The ten arrows have been used up, and it is almost impossible to shoot them down with a long stick. There is nothing that can be done about Yuke. If he is not careful, he will be cut into two pieces by the sword light, and he can only passively dodge!

After killing a member of the Yu family, Yu Ke's anger can be imagined. Sword lights crisscrossed the area, and spells were directed at him.

Such a fierce attack almost never stops. If you step a little slower or take a wrong step, your head will be dislocated.

The khaki air flow permeated the light rain, and the real energy seemed to be inexhaustible!

"Ouch!"

Roaring, he dodges quickly and nimbly.

The evil spirit is aroused, the violent intention is surging crazily, and the only remaining reason is slow thinking!

"Ouch!"

The violence in my heart surged, and I dodged quickly and jumped off the ring in embarrassment!