The Strongest Martial Spirit of Infinite Upgrade

After repeated rounds, Ye Dingtian never hit the real Mo Xie body once, and was continuously bombarded by the black palm prints of the sky, and his injuries became more and more serious.

Finally, after resisting seven or eight palms, Ye Dingtian was shot out of the platform with one palm and fell to the ground.

After plundering the power of Ye Dingtian's spirit pattern, Mo Xie walked down the battlefield in a wicked manner, hiding in front of the crowd of black blood **** Ding, but stopped and slowly turned to look at Chu Yan. Bloodthirsty grin.

Seeing this, Chu Yan frowned slightly, completely unclear of Mo Xie's intention.

For Mo Xie, who ranked eighth in the last session, defeated Ye Dingtian, who ranked fifth, without causing much shock.

The rankings of these two people are similar. Whoever beats them is reasonable.

The next third battle, Tianlang battles Yu Wenxuan!

"Look, Tianjianzong's Tianlang came to power, and his opponent was Yuwen Xuan, who ranked tenth!"

"There is no suspense, Tianlang was the third in the last session, and the combat power is amazing. Yu Wenxuan is by no means his opponent!"

"Yes, I only have Tianlang and women in white in this session. They can compete with Zao Wou-ki!"

"..."

The appearance of Tian Lang immediately caused various opinions in the Quartet stand.

On the battlefield ... Tianlang stood with a negative sword, a handsome figure, expressionless, and a black long sword on his back, overflowing with a touch of light and brilliance, which was obviously not extraordinary.

On the other hand, Yu Wenxuan had a deep complexion and his eyes were trembling, apparently his heart was extremely tense.

She is constantly stimulating the qi in her body. While strengthening the qi in her body, the qi condensed on both palms is getting stronger and stronger.

The next moment, Tianlang shot ...

Huh!

The sound of the desolate swordline, pierced through the nothingness, at the moment when the long black sword came out of the sheath, it released the bright light of the sky, like a large dark cloud suddenly passing over the sky, making the Quartet dark at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the black sword light, like the abyss of the abyss, came to Yu Wenxuan.

"broken!"

Seeing this, in Yu Wenxuan's beautiful eyes, the bright light flashed out, and the green infuriating anger leaked out. He raised his palm and patted it on Jianguang.

bump!

While Wu Se Jianguang was scattered with one palm, Yu Wenxuan Jiao's body flew over ten steps, and her slender palm continued to tremble.

Huh!

Tianlang's body flashed, breaking through nothing like a sword light, and in a blink of an eye, rushed to Yu Wenxuan.

With his right foot stomping, there was a tremor on the ground of the battle platform. At the same time, with the trampling of the sky waves, under his feet, a silver-colored sword awn broke from the ground, and from the bottom to the top, he slanted to Yu Wenxuan. .

At the same time, on the ground near Yu Wenxuan's body, one by one the silver mang swords continued to slowly emerge from the ground, like the seeds emerging continuously from the ground, all of them appeared, and at first glance, there were actually seven Eight o'clock Silver Mang is constantly rushing out of the ground

The sword just now was just the physical strength of Tianlang, it was just a tentative test, but now it is different. Tianlang ... directly used the sword.

At this moment, the silver-colored sword-mang broke out from the body of the sword-mand, and the speed suddenly increased sharply, and it radiated toward Yu Wenxuan's chest.

This sword is not shocking, but focuses on weirdness. With such a close speed, it is incredible.

"what…!?"

Yu Wenxuan was horrified, and under this sword, she didn't have the time to urge her qi, and she rushed to resist.

Huh!

In an anxiety, Yu Wenxuan's body flashed, turning her head to look around the ground, a sword-sword body was breaking out of the ground, and when her face changed suddenly, a side flew and even flew off the platform directly.

Tianlang ... wins!

After plundering Yu Wenxuan's God of War pattern, Tianlang turned and walked, stepping down the ring, step by step, without saying a word!

Hum ... hmm ....!

The token trembled, and Chu Yan froze slightly, then swept up onto the battle platform. This battle was just when he went to war.

At the same time, a blue figure fell on the opposite side.

call!

The moment the two landed on the battle platform, the Quartet stands, and after a sudden silence, they raised a terrifying exclaiming sound.

In the last battle, after Chu Yanli defeated the Huo Kou, he went all the way to victory. Now, he has no contempt for him, and even looks forward to him.

"Haha, the dark horse is ranked fourth in the world, and it is lively now!"

"Who will win !? Who will win !? How do I feel that both are strong ..."

"Say bad, if Chu Yan can defeat Han Wuya, it will definitely have the same level of combat power as the white woman ..."

"That's not necessarily. The strongest thing for a woman in white is defense. Until now, no one can break through her nine-colored light, and she is invincible!"

"..."

The ups and downs of the debates showed the enthusiasm of more than 100,000 people in this battle.

On the battlefield ...

Chu Yan stood still, looking at Han Wuya quietly, his face was sober ...

Although this cold boundlessness was defeated by a woman in white, the fourth-ranked strong combat power is by no means a fame.

At this time, Han Wuya was full of excitement. After losing to the woman in white in the last game, he always suppressed a anger in his heart and was ready to go ...

This battle ... he will never allow himself to lose again!

"Chu Yan, in this battle, I will try my best, and I will never leave it. Be careful, if you are injured, don't blame me!"

On the body of Han Wuya, the turbulent sword qi spreads like a tumbling cloud. The sharp qi cuts up the surrounding air, and the whole body qi and sword qi explode to the extreme at the same time.

"Even though you shot, ... you will lose!"

Chu Yan whispered softly, the sword in his body surged, the sword sword torch flashed, and the sword-like spirit of the endless cold and continuous collision of collisions, in an instant, the violent sword sword tornado, will be shocking cloud The sword raged and scattered.

"What !? Chu Yan's swordsmanship ... is so powerful !?"

"This ... Great Sword is better than you think!"

"Nice, yes, this battle ... absolutely wonderful!"

"..."

In the stands of the Quartet, everyone witnessed this scene, all surprised and uttered an uproar.

"Huh, what about Dajian's perfect sword! I'll defeat you as well!"

The cold endless drink, suddenly a sword cut out, when the amazing blue sword light appeared, the air around it was condensed, a group of ice crystals appeared, and constantly fell to the ground. At the same time, the bitter coldness, instantaneous Pervade the whole battle.

The endless cold sword is an extension of his own sharpness and coldness. When the sword comes out, it will bring a cold air. At the same time, his sword power is not weak. The cold air helps the sword power. The sword power merges with cold power. The terrorist power of the player has increased at the same time.

Huh!

Haotian sword is in hand, Chu Yan cuts out a sword at the same time, the sword light flashes, and he can't avoid cutting directly on the sharp blue sword light ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Two sword lights blow up at the same time On, disappeared.

"Frozen miles!"

Han Wuyue stepped forward, a sword waved down, and snow was blowing in the sky, and a blue horror in the snow was astonishing as a rainbow, straight to Chu Yan.

"Bright sword style!"

Chu Yan stepped out with his right foot, a sword like a rushing current, and a river like a river returning to the sea.

Suddenly, the snow and ice stagnate in the sky, and the blue sword-mang flashing in the snow was instantly stranded.

The body violently rises, stepping out one step, but passing by a hundred steps, a violent strong wind rushed through, Chu Yan immediately reached the front of Han Wuya, with Haotian sword stabbed in his hand.

"Thirteen Swords!"

Within a hundred steps of Chu Yan's body, the void was rippling like water, and the electric lightsabers were interspersed with stunning light.

This sword, the combination of thirteen swords, is Chu Yan's lore.