Dominating Sword Immortal

“Too strong, too strong, not even Brother Feng Ping can walk a knife. ”

“Brother Feng Ping lost to Ye Dust, but light kung fu is one of the best in the inner disciples, can't hide from Brother Mengchong, the gap cannot be counted in the way. ”

“This year Brother Mengchong is even scarier than last year. ”

Listening to people's arguments, Ye dust frown slightly wrinkled, the blood shadow knife was really powerful, his knife method was simple, it was fast, accurate, harsh, there was no fancy whistle, but when he reached his hand, he used the power of the devil to make an easy profit.

Confront it, if the skill is not high enough, don't play with the skill, otherwise it will die a terrible death.

The moment Meng Zhuang stepped down, more than a dozen people qualified to compete against the top ten disciples of the inner gate watched him with total recklessness.

Skinny iron fan smiled easily, "I thought I could catch up with him this year, it seems to be getting dumped further away. ”

Next to him, Song Fei was surprised: "Yiqing, are you the second in the last year? ”

“Second, what's the use? The gap is too great. He has reached the core disciple level. ”

“Core disciples are at the forefront.” Song Fei sucked in a breath of cold air. He knew very well how perverted the core disciples in the top ranking were. Although they were all cultivated in the late stage of condensation or at the peak of the late stage, the slightly more powerful ones in the core disciples could defeat themselves with a single move, let alone the core disciples in the top ranking, which was a pervert in the perversion.

In the fourth round, it was Leaf Dust, and his opponent was Yang Li.

Once on stage, Yang Li retreated far away, trying to pull the distance from the leaves and dust, afraid that the other party suddenly disappeared into his own eyes.

Leaf dust shook his head and smiled bitterly, standing still.

After reaching thirty steps of equal distance, Yang Lifang stopped to retreat, holding a long knife with his hands to cut three knives in the position where the leaves are located.

Slightly shifted away, cleverly avoiding the light of the knife, leaves dust and feet stamped to the ground and let out darkly.

“Explode!”

Boom!

The platform under Yang Li's feet burst, his body threw up high, and he fell overhead under the stage.

This was unexpected, and they thought the leaf dust would beat each other at speed, and they didn't expect this to happen.

The fifth round was Zhang Haoran. Although he lost to Ghost Sword Li Maniac, his strength was still very strong. Without ten moves, he defeated his opponent, gaining two points.

Next, the sixth, seventh and eighth scenes were nothing suspicious. They were purely abusive, and there was no point in watching them.

“Session 9, Pei Shaoqing vs. Iron Peak. ”

Wu!

The voice of the deacon of the drawing of lots fell and the scene finally boiled.

Pei Shaoqing, the last ranking is still above Ghost Sword Li Maniac, attitude and anger, seems to get along very well, only those who know him know, if this person does not do it, he will do it like a demon, very cruel, even Li Maniac is very unscrupulous to his friend.

Tiefeng, a representative of the late arrival of the great vessel, defeated Song Fei famous for his leg method on three legs, with a masterful style, stable as the mountain.

The two of them can say that the needle tip is against the wheat tip, without a fight, they really don't know who is strong or weak.

“Tiefeng, you'll have to show mercy later!” Pei Shaoqing smiled.

Tiefeng said thickly: "Okay! ”

I don't know why, when people see the face of Iron Peak, they want to smile, they will smile. This person is not annoying at all, he will only admire, admire his hard work, admire his perseverance, more admire his generosity and his masterhood.

Rumor has it, Pei Shaoqing's smile converged, his heart tightened, his instincts told him that Iron Peak is not easy to deal with, it is very difficult to deal with, in order to win, he must produce twelve points of strength.

Unconsciously, Pei Shaoqing painted his palms blue and purple, like a demon, he drank loudly, his body pounded toward the Iron Peak, one hand shot out front.

Whoo-hoo!

The air was torn apart, and some of the inner disciples in the vicinity were pale and frightened.

Iron Peak's expression was still so hazy, but when he moved, everyone knew that hazy people were not easy to deal with and that the oppression of the mood did nothing to him.

On the slight side of his body, his right foot lifted, two simple movements, the Iron Peak momentum changed, a large wind and cloud surge converged to merge into his body.

“Broken!”

With his leg kicked out, Pei Shaoqing's palm melted and dissolved. His huge impact forced him to stop the impulse, but as the top ten disciples of the previous inner gate, Pei Shaoqing naturally had room, and his body turned around the Iron Peak for a small half turn, suddenly launching a second wave of attacks.

“All over the mountains and wild demons come out! ”

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO...

The purple green palm wind seemed like a cloud overhead, covering the heavens and the earth toward the Iron Peak, in exchange for others inside, afraid that it had not yet opened, the mind broken.

“The Iron Peak is in danger! ”

“After all, Brother Pei Shaoqing is not Song Fei, how can he deal with it so well? ”

“Don't know how many moves Iron Peak can survive? ”

Leaf dust and other people's opinions differ. After the first leg, Iron Peak has accumulated, the danger is Pei Shaoqing.

Not really.

Faced with the purple blue palm wind all over the sky, Iron Peak tongue against the jaw, open mouth shouted loudly.

Drink like thunder, shake like water, roll and roll.

“One leg moves the clouds and sweeps across the world. ”

Standing in the center of the platform, Iron Peak's momentum is infinitely high and his leg is kicking out.

This leg pulled the momentum, causing the wind to descend onto Martial Plaza, accompanied by pounding legs towards the purple green palm wind.

Boom, boom, boom!

As if thunderous sounds were coming out, the entire terrestrial winds rose and clouds surged, and people's eyes could not see directly.

the next moment!

A man flew backwards and bled out his mouth.

It's Pei Shaoqing!

“Incredible, Iron Peak won. ”

“How many legs did Iron Peak have just now, you see? ”

“It's like five legs, it's like nine! ”

“How did I see all the shadows in my legs? ”

Ye dust smiled faintly, this iron peak is very strong, few people can beat him. At present, only the blood shadow knife is overwhelmed with overwhelming power. Of course, the confrontation between the warriors, anything can happen, not necessarily those with high strength will win.

The elders in the presbytery looked at each other and smiled. The late iron peak of the large vessel was even better than they had imagined. That was a wonderful move.

The wind converged and the iron peak on the platform smiled and walked off the stage steadily.

In this regard, people can only speak for themselves, doubting whether the other party is really thick or fake thick.

Next, the game continues.

Without the previous strong showdown, the next few games were won with an overwhelming advantage, without any suspense.

However, in the last round of the first round, the iron fan was easy to see, he waved a fan, like a dancing butterfly, like a dream, his opponent dared not to fight, hastily admitted to losing.

ps: Recommend the work of the Founding King.

He crossed me and hammered the scales.

People are stronger than me, and the wind blows the river.

--invincible all over the world, fists are the loneliest.

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