The Villain Has Something to Say

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Luo gradually cleared the first game, but a musk time ended.

Mu Tianxin is the master of alchemy. Although it is one of the seven sons of Taihua, it is the ninth of the disciples of this generation. The strength is not high. Zongmen Dabei no one will release water. This time, Mu Tianxin happened to be on the Luo gradually clearing up. Even if he tried his best, all kinds of magic weapons and medicinal herbs went into battle, and they failed to cause a little damage to Luo Qingqing.

The gap between the seven sons of Taihua is so great.

After the end of the game, Mu Tianxin took Luo gradually clear the sleeves and scorned: "Senior brother, you will not let me."

Luo gradually cleared his helplessness: "Small sister, I have already given you time to throw out your magic weapon, and you want me to let you?" The implication is that Luo gradually clears the end in a shorter time. Fighting, for the face of my younger sister, I have worked very hard to make Mu Tianxin move.

Mu Tianxin stunned his mouth and turned his head and stopped looking at Luo. It seemed to be really angry. However, when Luo gradually cleared the stage for the second time, she still took a bottle of medicinal herbs from her own ring and stuffed it into the hands of Luo gradually clearing her voice. "Oh... anyway, I can’t use it anyway. , brother, you can use it."

Luo gradually cleared and laughed.

Luo gradually clears that the disciple who came to power on the stage is not the seven sons of Taihua.

The nine divisions had just entered Jindian for only one year. Now they saw Luo gradually clearing up. After he took a cautious act, he did not wait for Luo to gradually clear what he was doing. The nine-sister brother daringly stepped back. One has lost, and it has fallen from the bucket.

Jie Xie stunned: "The original master is so lucky you are so good! No wonder you are not jealous!"

Luo gradually cleared: "..."

In front of Lingyun Temple, the disciples who followed the parents to watch the war were also shocked by the scenes.

The first game against Mu Tianxin, they only saw Luo gradually disappeared for a long time, and finally with a sword to force back Mu Tianxin. In this second game, Luo gradually cleared up and did not even say a word, the opponent he fell on his own!

"This is the master of Taihua Mountain... Is it so legendary?"

"My Master said that luck is also a kind of strength. Do you want to be the second brother of Taihuashan, isn't it empty?"

"I was all ready to watch a fierce and exciting fight, how can I actually..."

After the two rounds of competition, only the left gradually disappeared, Wei Qiongyin and the left-handed ink of the lucky wheel.

The random order of Taihua Mountain this time is really bad. Every time the strength difference between the two sides is very big, let alone those monks outside, even the disciples of Taihua Mountain are confused, and they decided to make a decision without looking at it. Winning and losing.

The voices of the outside monks were getting louder and louder. The disciples of Taihuashan snorted with dissatisfaction and began to cheer for their own brothers and sisters.

"The guardian sister cheers! Guardian sister, hurry up and pull out your sword and show them!"

"The left brother will definitely win!"

That's right, in this semi-final, Luo gradually cleared up.

Luo gradually went to the stage with helplessness, waiting for Zuo Yunmo and Wei Qiongyin to finish this game. The eyes of the expatriate disciples always rushed to Luo, and in addition to the initial admiration and stunning, there was a hint of unclear in these eyes.

Luo gradually did not care, he looked up and looked at the counter.

This game, when it is really surging, is different from the past.

Wei Qiongyin pulled out the sword for the first time, but Zuo Yunmo still sealed the sword in the scabbard and smiled at Wei Qiongyin. The figure of the two was turned into nothingness in the fighting platform, and there was a small half-hour in the fight. Wei Qiong’s mouth reflected the blood and really lost.

Zuo Yunmo smiled and said: "Sister, sorry."

Wei Qiongyin also handed his hand, cold face and step down to heal.

This time, finally let the outside disciples snorted, holding their breath and watching the left cloud ink on the fighting platform and the Luo gradually clearing down the stage. Did not let them down, Luo gradually cleared his toes quickly, and floated lightly on the platform, laughing: "Teacher, in the heart of the younger brothers and sisters, you are now a big hero."

Zuo Yunmo’s clear face showed a sly smile. He shook his head and slowly pulled out the long sword from the scabbard. He said, “Senior brother, I have prepared for this war for seven years, you have to pick it up. All right."

As soon as the voice fell, the overwhelming sword shadow would gradually clear away to Luo. The sword and shadow densely blocked every way out of Luo gradually cleared up. There was an exclamation in the audience. Only Luo Zhiqing, who stood in the center of the sword shadow, was still faintly lip-splitting, without a trace of fear.

"The first type of Qingyang sword, the sun sword!"

Zuo Yunmo kept pinching his handcuffs, and the Qingyun sword in his hand quickly stabbed Luo. Behind him, a round of red and red days slowly rose, and the hot and sizzling grilled the land, bursting with radiance.

Luo gradually cleared away from the shadow of the sky, and seemed to have no time to take care of the horrible sword.

The round of the round finally rose from the horizon, and instantly turned into a fireball, swaying toward Luo, who was constantly dodging.

Outside the battlefield, the disciples felt that the temperature in the air rose sharply, and many people even started to sweat. In front of the Lingyun Temple, the singer of the Xing Xingzi touched the beard satisfactorily. The raising of the hand will strengthen the enchantment on the platform, and the temperature will drop again.

Seeing that the round has been pressed against the body of Luo gradually clear, it seems that it is about to burn coke, Luo gradually clear the eyebrows but the blue light is great, and a sword of about three feet seven inches will appear in his hands. The sword was shining with the color of the glass, and Luo gradually cleared the sword and raised his hand. There was no move, so it was blocked before the round.

boom!

A sword blocked the offensive of the round, and in an instant, the sun was turned into nothing.

However, the next moment, Luo gradually cleared a flash, and a sword had already penetrated the position he was in.

Zuo Yunmo smiled and said: "Brother, you can be careful, don't underestimate the enemy."

Luo gradually calmed down: "You brother, you have to be careful."

When the voice fell, the slamming of the metal crash suddenly sounded. The figure of the two people has almost become a virtual shadow. They are constantly colliding with each other on the stage. Even Wei Qiongyin can't see their movements. Other disciples who come to watch the battle are also confused. The elders were amazed at the sound.

"This is actually the battle of the Jindan period monks?"

"Taihua's seven sons are well-deserved! It's really a singularity that makes Luoshui clear and clear!"

On the stage, Luo gradually cleared his toes, calmly and calmly deal with every attack of Zuo Yunmo. He performed very well, as the Xuan Lingzi Sayādaw said the night before, without falling the face of Yufeng. . However, when Luo gradually cleared the sword again, Zuo Yunmo smiled softly.

Luo gradually cleared his eyes and felt awkward in his heart. However, he had not had time to retreat. He listened to Zuo Yunmo and whispered: "Senior brother, you still care about it."

As soon as this words landed, I saw a vast blue sky emerging on the platform.

Xing Xingzi whispered: "Clouds and inks have been cultivated to such a realm?"

The sky is getting wider and wider, and the entire arrogant atmosphere is filled with majestic momentum, and the mighty temper is sown from the sky. Originally, Zuo Yunmo had already consumed a lot of spiritual power in the previous fight, and now it has all been added back. I saw him standing under the blue sky, the clothes fluttering, and the Qingyun sword released the vast power.

"Qingyang Jianyi second style, Qingyun sword!"

As the words of Zuo Yunmo fell, the sky went straight to Luo. These offensives provoked that the enchantment trembled slightly, and even Luo gradually cleared up, and quickly picked up the handcuffs, and the frosty sword also excitedly floated in front of him.

The momentum of the sky was spurred by a wave of turbulence in the battlefield. Luo gradually cleared the body and did not stop two steps to stabilize the figure.

At the moment when the blue sky was about to be pressed, it was seen that the frost floating sword suddenly changed into a nine-handed sword, and it was rotated to the sky.

"One sword and nine lotuses!"

Suddenly there was a large black cloud floating in the sky, covering the blue sky, the clouds were heavy, and the thick thunder was lowered, and went with the frost and the sword, and the Qingyun sword met in midair.

For a time, lightning and thunder, the sky and the Thunder collided!

Xing Xingzi quickly swayed his sleeves and strengthened the enchantment.

I saw a burst of smoke from the fighting platform. The people looked nervously at the counter than the bucket, but they saw the white robes of the handsome master's fingertips dripping blood, and kept breathing. In front of him, Zuo Yunmo, who had just said a smile, spurted a large amount of blood. The whole person fell after a dozen steps, but fortunately he did not fall down with Qingyun sword.

Luo gradually tightened his fingers, blood flowing down, said: "Teacher, admit defeat."

Zuo Yunmo smiled and raised his lips, his eyes softly looked at the white youth in front of him, muttering: "How can you just admit defeat?"

The voice just fell, but I saw a sky rising again. Luo gradually looked at the scene with horror. He said: "Teacher, you will be exhausted, why should you do this..."

"Senior brother, I will wait and discuss, and I will not leave any effort. And... gradually clear, you have not said, will you go all out?"

Looking at the smile of Zuo Yunmo, Luo gradually cleared suddenly.

Luo gradually looked up at the vast, innocent blue sky, his eyes. He suddenly guided the ground, and a vain power condensed from his palm. The force pierced the barrier of the enchantment than the bucket in an irresistible trend. When faced with the elders of the Emperor in front of Lingyun Temple, they were afraid to sneak away, but facing the disciples, they directly penetrated the past.

This power madly grabbed all the grass and wood in the round of the peak of the frost.

Numerous invisible stars flew from the air and gathered on Luo Qingqing's body. These forces arrogantly flew through the starlight from the eyes of the singer, but the latter did not know, still holding their breath and watching the scene on the platform.

next moment! Luo gradually cleared the atmosphere and began to increase, 10%, 20%, 30%... When he returned to the heyday, this soaring breath did not stop there, but continued to frantically stack!

The elders of the Broken Souls were shocked: "What is this practice?"

Xing Xingzi tightened his eyebrows and said: "It is the supreme method of my Taihua Mountain, "Jiu Lian Ben Xin Lu".

The crowd immediately realized: "It turned out to be the "Jiu Lian Ben Xin Lu" in the rumor, no wonder so!"

Luo gradually cleared the palm of his hand, and a handprint of ten meters appeared on the platform.

"Take the Spring and Autumn!"

"One sword and nine lotuses!"

Luo gradually cleared the sword and Qinglian, flying fast and stabbing.

boom! boom! boom!

The dazzling sword light pierces the sky, and it is arrogant and arrogant to pierce the blue sky and become countless pieces. The momentum swelled and slammed against the enchantment beside the bucket. Everything changed completely in the blink of an eye. The enchantment suddenly ruptured, and the vast swordsman rushed directly toward the audience.

When the stars were smashed and their feet were smashed, the enchantment appeared again outside the battlefield, just stopping the swordsmanship.

After the rumbling of the rumble, compared to the battlefield, Luo gradually cleared his face, while Zuo Yunmo flew out, and the whole person passed out and was covered in blood.

Luo gradually cleared up and immediately checked, Xiao Shimei also quickly took the medicinal herbs into the mouth of Zuo Yunmo, but for a long time, the people of Qingfengfeng carried the left cloud ink out.

The audience is silent.

The expatriate disciple and the disciple of Taihuashan looked at the white and elegant monk with a horrified look.

After a long time, the referee elders screamed as the dream screamed: "The winner of the Golden Dan, Luo gradually clear, Jin Dan mid!"

......

The final result of Zongmen Dabi spread throughout the Taihua Mountain in one day. When the elders took the departure, there were many expatriate disciples who watched carefully the Taihuashan master of the elegant and honest, completely afraid. I believe that it is such a good-looking person that there is such a terrible lethality.

Although Luo Qingqing suffered some injuries, it was only a minor injury compared to Zuo Yunmo. After he had sent all the guests, he was called to Lingyun Temple by the singer of the singer, and he was going to cultivate well. After seven days, he set off for the Valley of the Flames.

After Luo gradually cleared all the way, he flew back to Yufeng Peak.

This time, Xuan Lingzi did not continue to retreat. He wore a white dress that was very similar to Luo Qingqing. The sleeves were embroidered with a complicated golden pattern. Hands were behind him, standing on the edge of the cliff and looking up at the sky.

Upon seeing it, Luo gradually cleared a little, and respectfully said: "Master."

Xuan Lingzi still stood on the edge of the cliff, and the wind whipped up his robes to make a hunting sound.

Luo gradually cleared the body and stood behind the Xuan Lingzi. I don’t know how long it took. He heard an indifferent voice whistling softly: “Let’s clear, how are you going to be your second brother in the Zongmen Dabi today? Severely injured?"