Ultimate Martial Divine King

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"Why wait until tomorrow? Wouldn't it be better if we had a battle today? Wei Qingfan, get out of me ..."

The heavy voice sounded like a thunder, and Zi Zi Sen Leng was like an ice cone.

Under the miserable eyes of many people, Chu Hen picked up the puppet demon gun in his palm, exuding arrogant domineering all over his body, and the fierce gun pointed at Wei Qingfan on the audience seat of Emperor Fengwu.

The provocative meaning was not concealed at all.

"Wow!"

In that room, everyone in the audience was amazed.

Everyone's face was full of surprise.

Many people here have heard before that there is an irreconcilable contradiction between Chu Hen and Wei Qingfan. Now it seems that this is really the case.

The point of a gun is at a person, which is considered a great provocation to those who practice martial arts.

Under the sun's rays, the demon gun flickered with dazzling cold light.

The eyes of everyone gathered together on Wei Qingfan's body. The latter looked calm and abnormal, and there was a lazy smile on the corner of his mouth, but in his eyes, there was an extremely cold chill.

Ye You, sitting next to Wei Qingfan, looked at this scene in a complicated way, her face was full of confusion.

To be honest, Ye You hasn't calmed down yet from the shock that Chu Hen defeated Yao Zhan. At this moment, the other party is pointing at Wei Qingfan with a cold gun in his hand. What happened in recent days is that Ye You feel a bit unreal.

Because of the Chu marks she knew before, it is impossible to stand on the Douwu stage and look down on the audience.

However, this is an indisputable fact.

...

"Too arrogant, Brother Qingfan abused him, we support you."

"Brother Wei Qingfan will win! The champion must be yours."

"It's just madness, and I thought that if you picked up the extraordinary horror of the demon gun, the world would be invincible. Brother Qingfan killed him and let him know who the real champion is."

...

Chu Chen's provocation seemed to anger many supporters of Wei Qingfan.

The atmosphere was weird, and it became more noisy.

But it is undeniable that everyone here can't wait for tomorrow, and everyone is eager to see this showdown.

Seeing Wei Qingfan's delay in answering, Chu Hen congealed in the palm of his hand, and a three-footed gunman puffed out along the front of the gun. The heavy, cold voice echoed again.

"Get off!"

Get down ...

At this moment, Wei Qingfan's thoughts of killing suddenly erupted. He stood up suddenly from his seat, and the cold eyes were transmitted through the cold eyes.

"Well, since you are so anxious to die for this crap, why am I incomplete?"

As soon as the words fell, Wei Qingfan leapt forward, traversing tens of meters of void directly from the audience seat, and then stably fell on the Douwu platform.

"Wow!"

Wei Qingfan's challenge instantly ignited the hot atmosphere of the audience.

Emperor Fengwu and many supporters of Wei Qingfan stood up and shouted.

"Wei Qingfan, killed the arrogant guy."

"The championship is yours."

...

On the other side of Tianxing Wufu, they are also unwilling to show weakness, especially Li Huiye and Zhou Lu, who are all shouting with their throats open.

"Chu Chen will win!"

"Chu marks come on!"

"Chu Hen, the handsome Feng came over from Wanhualou deliberately, don't shame me!"

"Brother Mu Feng, you're here!"

"Hey, my handsome Feng Jing pointed it out, knowing that there might be a major show today, so I came." Mu Feng grinned with a thief on the seat of Tianxing Wufu.

Zhou Lu pointed at the other person and scolded, "Don't provoke Kazakhstan, be willing to gamble and lose, you have to lick my soles."

"Fuck, can you wait to talk about this kind of thing? Wait until Chu Hen abuses the shameless bastard."

...

The momentum on both sides pushed the atmosphere of the entire region to an unprecedented high tide.

The host referee Lu Tong couldn't control the situation at the moment. He waved his hands several times, but no one ignored him.

"Forget it, just do it!" Lu Tong shook his head somewhat helplessly, and then did not just ask the five presidents in the rear area, and then shouted loudly, "I declare that the whole hospital will take a martial arts ranking Championship battle, start! "

Start!

"Buzz!"

As soon as the words fell, a blast of air burst out from Wei Qingfan's body.

He waved his hand, and two golden light blades flew out one after the other, cutting directly to the Chu mark ahead.

Everyone in the audience was shocked. Wei Qingfan did not expect to do it. The speed of the light blade was as fast as the streamer flying back to the millennium.

"Huh!" Chu Hen's eyes narrowed, his spear shot, and the black-pointed gunpoint slammed on the two light blades.

"Bang ..."

There were two loud sounds in a row, and two scattered air masses were blowing in the air. Chu Chen stood firmly on the spot without moving half a step back.

After launching two offensives, Wei Qingfan did not launch a continuous offensive against Chu Hen.

"Buzz ..."

The surging majestic power is constantly leaking from Wei Qingfan's body ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The golden light beams quickly gather towards his palm.

The incomparable light was extremely dazzling. In just a few blinks, a golden machete was shocked in Wei Qingfan's palm.

This scimitar is in the shape of a meniscus, with a length of about half a meter. The sharp blade exudes an extremely dangerous atmosphere.

Looking at the melee weapon summoned by the other party, everyone in the field was at first stunned, and then quickly understood Wei Qingfan's intention.

He is a phantom gun that wants to restrain Chu marks with close combat.

Although one inch long and one inch strong, but in terms of flexibility, the long gun obviously does not have much advantage.

"Huh, **** things, in my eyes, your marksmanship is full of loopholes. Today, how can I break your spear within a few tricks ..." Wei Qingfan was so confident that he did not put Chu marks in his eyes.

But just then, something unexpected happened.

I saw a flash of Bai Mang, but the stun gun in Chu Hen's hand was suddenly included in the storage ring.

What is going on here?

Everyone in the audience was amazed.

"Hey, are you planning to disarm and surrender?" Wei Qingfan sneered.

"To deal with you, why use the weapon that I am best at?" Chu Hen returned with frivolous disdain.

"Om ..."

The next moment, a crisp metal tremolo was conveyed to everyone's ears.

Under the eyes of many people in suspicion, a black sword replaced the phantom gun and appeared in the hand of Chu Hen. It was an upright sword similar to a long sword, with a blade of three feet, a silver blade, and nine sharp teeth on the back.

Above the blade, a tusks-like pattern is depicted.

The rampant killing gas, surging and rising ...

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