After an earthquake, the sky changed color and the sky was dim!
And in the center of the smoke and dust, you can still see the fierce real yuan blowing out from the sky.
At the same time, the power of the storm ball did not decrease, and the foil launched a desperate battle!
The ripples of true Qi continue to spread, indicating that the battle of Tianjiao is incomparable!
This is also the battle between baihuazong and the strongest disciple of tianfenggu. It is wonderful!
Others have already been shocked. Looking at the mess and dilapidated condition on the arena, they are shocked.
The hundred flower fairy and the elder Tianfeng stood up excitedly and walked to the edge of the challenge arena, their faces full of tension!
"These two people have already broken out the eight peaks of blood burning state, and their future is limitless."
Yeshuhua was silent for a long time, and finally said a word.
He had a sense of crisis in his heart. After all, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead. If he slackens a little, he will be overtaken by these guys!
Ling Tai Hao's eyes beat with a strong sense of war, his eyes fixed on the arena, and his fists clenched.
Although he was an elitist in killing the door, his cultivation completely crushed the outer sect.
But at this time, he was also full of fighting spirit and lofty sentiments. He especially wanted to take a try on the stage!
Even Han Xiaoshan, the first elite, looks dignified and astonished.
Is this the double lineage?
The inheritance of martial arts is so powerful!
With the discussion resounding, countless people are looking forward to the final victory or defeat.
The white hot battle on the challenge arena has finally come to an end!
Boom!
Finally, it was the last loud sound. The sword rain of the sky flower sword could not resist the attack of the storm and turned into powder!
All over the sky petals, falling all over the sky, as if under a colorful and bright flower rain!
"Um..."
the next second, a sad and beautiful humming came.
But see the flower looking for rain, soft and beautiful body constantly shaking, by a gust of wind pressure in the chest, fly backwards out.
The corner of her mouth was bloodstained, and the flower looked at the wind evergreen still standing on the challenge arena, and the other party was sneering at her.
Feng Changqing's face was scornful, with a trace of anger in his smile!
After the war, his chance to pursue flowers for rain was completely extinguished.
"It's a pity that such a beautiful woman, born in a famous family, is worthy of my evergreen style."
Feng Changqing has some regrets. He wanted to fight with him and win the favor of the other party.