The God of War Challenging Heaven

He has avoided a round of "Mad Eight" attacks by Frost Fai. He has a bottom line on this martial arts. Frankly, at the beginning, he was really frightened by this martial arts offense, which he had never seen before, such a crazy martial arts.

“Frost Fai, it looks like you're nothing more than that. ”

Qin Yi smiled slightly and shook his head gently.

Now, he finally knew that Frost Fai's popularity would suddenly be so high, because Frost Fai possessed the Golden Sword and the Mad Eight, which gave him strength and a substantial leap forward.

The most critical point is that Frost Fai's opponents in the "Quest" competition are themselves, there are many Tingwei in the Holy See who have quite a few words about themselves, they put high hopes on Frost Fai to defeat themselves or even kill themselves!

“Ho, you angry boy, go to hell! ”

Frost Fai went into a state of madness completely. At this time, he was almost beastified. He shouted like an animal in his mouth, carrying a long golden sword, and killed him. He also reintroduced the Madness Eight.

Already have some understanding of the Martial Arts of "Crazy Eight", Qin Yi, no longer just hiding, began to fight back.

He took out his smoke cloud gun, and the smoke cloud gun immediately “buzzed”, trembling and shouting a terrible killing intent.

“Ping-pong! ”

Between them, there was a rave.

Mm-hmm.

This man, the angry boy, is hiding from the smell!

The king and the king under the throne, a tall body, a slight shock, a gorgeous face, a flash of clarity.

“Zonghe Wang, do you feel like someone slapped you? ”

Seeing the clear colour on Zong and Wang's face, Fiber Wang was delighted. Just now he still thought that Qin Yi would hide, eventually he would be sentenced to negative defense, and out. However, the next moment, Qin Yi began to fight back!

Hearing the sound of Fiber King, the other peak masters, including the Knife River King, are some bitter laughs.

Zong He Wang's face, shady and terrible, snorted coldly: “Fiber Wang, I know that you have quite an appreciation of the fellow God, even full of fondness for him, will protect him, it is perfectly understandable. But the situation at hand, for that man who is angry with God, is very disappointing. Do you think he can defeat Frost Fai by fighting back? That's obviously impossible! ”

There is still some confidence in Yuanhui's strength, Zong and Wang after owning the Mad Eight.

When he heard the first sentence of the king and the king, the delicate cheek of the Fiber King could not but be slightly red, but the second sentence of the king and the king silenced her.

Indeed, besides this, Qin Yi returned fire, does not mean that he will be able to win the game.

The battle between Qin Yi and Yuanhui continued on stage 4.

Qin Yi had to admit that Frost Fai's "Crazy Eight" was truly terrible, it was a completely deadly way of attacking. His three elements of water, fire and earth in the Dantian field burned wildly, allowing him to double his speed, strength and physical defense directly, so that he could even fight Frost Fai.

In the blink of an eye, Frost Fai has put "Mad Eight" into the fifth.

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Six! ”

Frost glow red eyes stared round, orbits cracked open, full of dark hair, roots upside down, mouth a beastly howl.

At this time, he, his whole face, was red, and he had a strong violent atmosphere, as if he were a floodplain beast in an ancient forest.

His two meters long golden sword split into pieces, the golden sword as long as five, towards Qin Yi, and slaughtered him hard.

Looking at the murderous golden sword, Qin Yi froze his eyes slightly, all over his body, pounding the inner strength of the pavement.

He held a bronze longgun, burst out, facing the five-length golden sword, the longgun stirred room, and directly blew the golden sword, the energy wave that struck out, hit Qin Yi's chest hard, allowing Qin Yi to slide directly back for dozens of lengths before stopping.

In his chest, a breath of blood swelled, causing his mouth to bleed and almost erupted.

Frost Fai, too, was struck by this energy wave and fell to the edge of the ring.

However, at the next moment, his whole person, burst out again, with a golden sword of two meters, slaughtered towards Qin Yi.

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Seven! ”

His muscles were all strangely twisted and startled.

An extremely violent atmosphere, from its body, erupted violently, terrifying to the extreme, causing the people around to watch the battle, the hearts of the people, can not help but rise a chill.

Everyone felt the frost glow at this moment in the trance, is a wangu madman, came here like.

His whole person turned into a golden flush, up against the sky, holding a two-metre long golden sword, severely chopped down. On the sword blade of that golden sword, a golden sword full of five lengths, glaring, chopped down Qin Yi.

“What a crazy bastard! ”

Qin Yi looked up at Frost Fai, who had fallen under the dive. Qin Yi shook his head helplessly. The next moment, he held a long gun with a smoke cloud and rose suddenly against the sky, waving his gun towards that huge golden sword.

Pong!

The Smoky Cloud Gun collided again with the Golden Swordman.

The endless wave of energy swept away again, and the entire space of the arena was suddenly twisted, seemingly crumbling apart.

Qin Yi's arm became numb, even the mouth of the tiger was shaken, a piece of flesh and blood blurred, a long gun of smoke cloud, almost came out, while the top of Frost Fai, was tumbling into the sky, the clothes on his body, almost stirred by this wave of energy, a piece of broken.

So strong!

All the people who watched the game were staring at each other and shocked. They had no idea that Qin Yi was able to resist Frost Fai's "Mad Model 8", all of them. Their physical defense reached a height. I can't imagine!

It's the last one!

Looking at Frost Hui, who had slowly fallen from the sky, Qin Yi exhaled softly. The divine colour on his face was still compelling, and his chest was bamboo.

At this time, Frost Fai, has been completely beastified, with a floodplain beast, generally no different, his divinity, the insane wreck sealed in the Golden Sword, completely eroded.

“Crazy Type Eight - Type Eight! ”

At this time, he, both power and speed, undoubtedly reached an appalling level. His movements, without any lingering, carried a two-meter golden sword, rushed quickly towards Qin Yi, holding the sword with both hands, and stood and fell.

The sword of this sword also reached ten lengths, splitting the dome, like a rainbow flash, crossing the sky and slashing the young man forwards.

“Frost Fai, this is it! ”

Looking at the massive golden sword that had struck him, Qin Yi said suddenly and slowly, as the magic of the Seven Types of Celestial Demons flourished, his rhythm suddenly changed greatly, as if a Wangu demon head suddenly came here, all over his body, surrounded by a hint of ancient magic.

“Pfft, pfft...”

In Qin Yi's left hand, a sound of skeletal transformation was heard. In an instant, the palm of the hand surged to a full width.

“Phew…”

Jong-wan's left hand carried a wind, like that of the very distant fairy years, shot a giant palm of the celestial demon, crumbling into endless space-time, towards a huge golden sword, and slapped it hard.

The slap process seemed extremely slow, but in fact, it was reaching its limits.

“Knock! ”

That golden sword, which was ten feet long, suddenly crumbled into nothingness at the moment it touched the left hand of the demon.

Another form of immortal martial arts!

Looking at the young man's wide, pitch-black left hand, everyone present, bright eyes, even the sword river king, is shocked, show a strong interest.

People are not unfamiliar with the immortal martial arts of the Seven Types of Celestial Demons. Still at the time of the "bid winning” competition, Qin Yi confronted Yu Yu, and defeated it with this immortal martial arts.

Qin Yi's attack cannot be stopped because no one can stop him from walking toward the Divine Guard. God defeats God and Buddha oppresses Buddha!

He stepped forward and spit out the words in his mouth, as if they were frozen: “Ids_pjsd007_type_2! ”

Jong-won's demon, without any hesitation, slapped towards Frost Fai.

Looking at the whistle, as if the face of the lifeless ghost of the demon left hand, Frost Hui's heart shocked, his subconscious sword stopped.

“Pong!”

The desperate Left Hand of the Celestial Demon was firmly shot on Frost Fai. The golden sword, two meters long, was also unable to resist the power of Type 2 of "Celestial Demon 7". On top of the sword body, instantly, several cracks appeared, while Frost Fai was the fierce "stampede” and then retreated dozens of steps.

“Ids_pjuh003_suo ”

At this moment, Qin Yi's eyes, as cold as a blade, burst out towards Frost Fai, coming from the Left Hand of the Immortal Demon, once again slapped hard towards Frost Fai.

At this time, Frost Fai had been completely stunned. Even if he was as mad as he was, he could only stand there, his reddish eyes, obscured and overwhelmed with fear.

“Knock! ”

With this slap, Frost Fai's golden sword broke into three pieces, and his whole person flew straight out.

However, instead of falling off the ring, he fell to the edge of the ring. He felt that the skeleton in his body was almost scattered by this palm. In his chest, his qi and blood fluttered, and he couldn't stop a bite of blood, spraying out.

Frost Fai defeated the North?

The whole scene was quiet to the extreme.

All the people in the place, they were stunned there, face to face, for a moment, they could not return to God.

Yung Fai, who can't live forever, defeated like this?

However, the next moment.

“Ha ha, you angry boy, your magic work won't kill me! ”

Frost Fai started out on the stage, holding a truncated sword in his hand. His hair was like wild grass, messy, his face pale to the extreme, over the corner of his mouth, and a bloodstain.