The God of War Challenging Heaven

It has to be said that he is completely insane, has an amazing physical defense, and is tied to the Seven Types of Celestial Demons, but still able to stand up.

“Give me the meteor! ”

In the roar, Frost Fai held the truncated sword and killed Qin Yi madly, as if he were a wildling man, full of messy long hair, always backwards, clothes on his body, broken.

Boom! Boom! ” ……

His stride, there was like Wanjun, every step, he made a shocking noise, as if the platform built of wood at his feet was going to be crushed by him.

Looking at the young man standing there arrogantly, Frost Faina's bloodthirsty eyes burst open, even his orbit cracked open, blood flowing in the corner of his eyes.

There are no adjectives that can describe him at this moment, that crazy mind, all the stiff images that used to be in his mind, one by one, he just felt the chest, were going to be fractured by crazy emotions, squeezed straight into the air.

At this moment, he had only one thought, which was to cut off the sword in his own hand and cut the man in front of him into pieces.

“Ho!” “Ho! ”

Frost Hui's mouth screamed like a wild beast.

“God-fearing boy, make history for me! ”

Still ten feet apart, his feet couldn't wait to slam the stage, the whole person burst out, like a big eagle to the juvenile in front of him, then his hands broke the sword, raised high, his hands holding the broken sword, burst a horrible blueprint, poured all the power of his life on the sword.

Just this sword, tear this man, the co-angry boy, to pieces, all his actions, from now on, into history!

The sword, which desires to divide the heavens and the earth into two endless swords, shines like a sun.

Still a few lengths away, the pounding sword, like a terrible wave, rushed towards the teenager in front.

The teenager always stood there, his blouse hunting, his head full of dark hair always backwards, his eyes slightly curled as a blade, his head slightly raised, and his eyes quietly watched the dazzling broken sword.

Everyone on the field, with their mouths open, looked at the momentum of a sword, blank in their head.

Yet...

“Ids_pjsd007_type_4 ”

Qin Yi's voice, however, is as if it were a demonic sound coming out of hell. The soul of a person can't help but hear the trembling chestnut.

His right hand was behind him, and the counterattack, extremely simple, was simply to slap his left hand.

“Phew…”

Jong-won's left hand, once again facing the frost of direct slaughter, the ancient magic of silk haunts, ancient and mysterious, seems to contain many unknown legends.

The trance, the endless space-time, all crumbled when it touched this demon's left hand.

With a broken sword, he slaughtered Qin Yi's Frost Fai. Seeing the sudden and brutal clap, his barbarian body, suddenly stagnated, his mouth smoked lightly. It was like a bloodthirsty beast's mad eyes, sweeping over a strong fear.

His soul, at this moment, is a sudden trembling chestnut that cannot be stopped!

“Pong!”

With this loud noise, beneath the ring, the people watching the war couldn't help but tremble with their bodies.

On the ring.

Not waiting for Frost Fai to react in any way. The pitch-black devil's hand had slapped him hard. The truncated golden sword he held in his hands had become crushed, pieces by pieces. Rarely had it fallen on the stage.

At the same time.

In Frost Fai's body, it was a "snap” sound, all the bones broken, his whole person, instantly became soft, flew out and fell under the stage.

After this clap was shot, Qin Yi's left hand quickly returned to normal.

A rather handsome teenager, he stood proudly on the stage, like an invincible god of war.

Looking over the ground, she was already dying. In the eyes of the teenager, there was still a whiff of war. The words spoken in her mouth were like the death pronouncement: “Frost Fai, you, defeat! ”

Frost Fai, defeat!

The teenager's words are actually not big, but in everyone's ears, they are like Lei Gwang Ear!

The whole great martial arts field, like a cemetery, was silent and didn't even breathe a breath.

And all men stood there in silence, like wooden birds.

The whole world stands still at this moment...

“Hallucinations, this world, are full of hallucinations...”

After a while, a cautious voice broke the peace on the field.

This speaker, is exactly Fu Qingqing, who is very familiar with Qin Yi. She looked under the ring, frost hui, who is already dying, and looked at the arrogant young man standing on the stage. Incredibly, she blinked her eyes.

“Ha-ha-ha! ”

Immediately afterwards, an incredibly smooth long laugh burst out in the crowd, but it was the silver-haired dragon flame. He was all tempered and laughed out loudly: “Qin Yi, you are so handsome, well done! You bastards are always looking forward to killing Qin Yi in this competition. Does this break your hearts? Ha-ha-ha! ”

Dragon flames are naturally straightforward and uncontrollable, and even in the presence of the Holy See's five peak archbishops, he did not care at all and was delighted.

“Huh...”

“Hee-hee...”

Yang Shiqi, Wang Fushang Memories, Leaving Lo, Fu Qingqing and others, but they are extremely happy, especially Yang Shiqi and Wang Fushang Memories, and they are very happy and tearful.

Before the game, they were worried all the time, and Qin Yi would be killed by Frost Fai in the "take over" competition.

When Qin Yi watched Yuanhui's "Crazy Eight" and hid from them all, they relieved their breath. It seemed unrealistic for Yuanhui to kill Qin Yi.

And now, Qin Yi is in an unbeatable posture, one hand, beating Frost Fai to the stage, succeeding in promotion!

Other people, at this time, have also returned to God, with different colors on their faces, shocked, unbelievable, angry, ashamed, all of them.

This man is angry with the boy, "The Seven Styles of the Devil," and there's a fourth one!

At the last "bid winning” competition, when Qin Yi confronted Yu Yu, there was only type 3. Why, at this moment, did this teenager strike a stronger type 4?

Didn't the boy do his best to fight Yu Yu in the "bid winning” contest?

Almost all of us have this idea in mind.

If that's the case, this teenager, when it gets really scary.

“Frost Fai and Qin Yi duel, Frost Fai defeated North, eliminated out, Qin Yi, promoted to the 'take position’ competition! ”

Lieutenant Laohuai of the General Affairs Department announced aloud after a meaningful glance at Qin Yi.

Throughout the scene, there was a wave of noise.

Everyone looked at the teenager on the ring, his heart was very delicate. The teenager, who had entered the Holy See in Kyushu for less than two years, could only make it to the middle of the five and a half steps of the pagoda. However, even Frost Fai was a strong defeat in this competition.

Nobody knows how he did it.

At this time, even the Knife River King, the head of the Great Five Peaks, stared at the arrogant young man standing on the stage, is a hidden feeling of this young man, cannot climb high!

“Frost Fai! ”

A cold drink came through.

Suddenly, Tatsung and Wang, at the top of that slope, headed toward Frost Fai, who was still lying on the ground, burst out. In between blinking eyes, they came to Frost Fai's side and hugged him.

Frost Hui's whole body of bones, has been broken, lying soft in the arms of the King and the Zong, no blood on his face, life is in his body, rapidly withdrawn.

Zonghe Wang Er did not say anything, quickly pull out a high-quality medicine to cure injury from his arms and shove it into Yuanhui's mouth, twisting his palms again, gently against the back of the spine, fluttering the body's qi, the heroic qi, through Zonghe Wang's hands, slowly injected into Yuanhui's body, to recover Yuanhui's wound a little bit.

After a while, Frost's face looked a little better.

It seems that Frost Fai's life has been preserved, but all the bones of the whole body are broken. In order to recover completely, it will not be possible for several years.

Even if restored, it is highly probable that he will become a cripple from now on.

“Qin Yi, you are very good. I want to challenge you. Do you dare? ”

Zong He Wang let go of Frost Fai and looked at Qin Yi. His face was actually smiling slightly. However, in those eyes, there was an extreme gloom.

The words came out, the whole scene, suddenly loud.

Zonghe Wang, as an archdeacon or one of the five peak archdeacons of the Holy See, at this moment, he actually took the initiative to challenge Qin Yi!

This scenario, even the Knife River King, who is the head of the Great Five Peaks, is incredible.

“Zong He Wang, what do you mean? As the Supreme Archbishop of the Holy See, you actually challenge Qin Yi! ”

A delicious drink sounded from the crowd. It was Qin Yi's master, His Majesty's memory. Her face was frosty and her eyes were like a real sword. She seemed to pierce the heart of the sect and the king.

“Tsk, Zong He Wang, you are really shameless, as one of the five peak archdeacons, to challenge a new Tingwei! ”

The Fiber King in the red robe, after being stunned, also slightly slurred his mouth. In the foxy eyes, there was clearly a despicable color.

But the king was not moved. His gloomy eyes kept staring at the teenager in front of him. His two disciples were both planted in the hands of this man's mutual anger. How could he swallow this breath?

At this time, he no longer cares about his status. He only wants to get rid of the teenager in front of him, so he can get out of this evil breath.