Chapter 35 War! War! War!

The next morning, it seemed that I knew what day it was. The clouds in the sky had disappeared for a long time and seemed to be scared away.

In the stands, people are whispering about who the eight geniuses is the real number one.

The strong men in the sky sit out of thin air and seem to be discussing who is the best in the top eight.

Suddenly, eight figures moved, and in a few flashes, they all came to the ring, and the speed was very terrible.

After a few soft sounds, the eight straight sounds stopped, and the brightness of the sun seemed to be eclipsed. On the stand, countless girls screamed crazily, venting their inner excitement and excitement.

"Start drawing lots", the emperor-level strongman did not have the previous attitude, with a serious face, looked at the eight people of Han Ping, and said seriously.

"Bum", a lottery box fell from the sky and fell to the ground, making a loud noise.

Eight draw lots in order, and then stand aside, close your eyes and wait for the start of the game.

Looking at the result of the draw in his hand, the referee stared, and the light inside exploded, and a sound spread through the whole field for dozens of miles:

"The first game, Shura vs. Hongyan",

"Second regular competition, Han Ping vs. Li Yongqiang",

"The third game, Xiaohuo vs. Ziyan",

"In the fourth game, Yang Lin vs. Zi Lei."

After a pause, the referee took a deep breath, "Well, the game begins."

The eight geniuses with their eyes closed suddenly opened their eyes, and eight lights swept the whole ring with their own fighting spirit.

"Battle", Shura looked at Hong Yan and shouted, and his body's cultivation rose endlessly. It was not until the king-level triple. A wave rising from the fighting spirit and momentum rushed to the sky, and the wind and clouds roared, as if the world were cheering.

"Battle", the black light flashed in Hong Yan's eyes, and a strong black fog spread around his body, covering Hong Yan's body. The black fog turned into a ferocious monster because of Hong Yan's breath. He looked at Shura and laughed.

"Battle! War! War!", the people who wanted to appear next to appear were all shouting their whole body, which made Jiutianyun move, wind and clouds roll over, and then rose up, disappeared from the ring, and retreated to watch the confrontation between the two in the field.

The people on the stand finally couldn't stop their mood and roared. The sound formed a wave. A wave was higher than a wave. Outside the venue, the landslides cracked, and cracks appeared because of people's roar. In the sky, a vacuum appeared. As long as the roar did not dissipate, it was a dead place with no air.

Sura and Hong Yan did not move. They were waiting for the best time. The ground began to tremble because of the confrontation between the two people's fighting spirit and momentum.

The nail stretched out nearly one meter and made a huge sword. The figure disappeared in an instant and violently cut down at Hong Yan.

With a horizontal knife in his hand, the weapons intersect for the first time. The body was pressed back by Shura, and the ground was rubbed out with a stream of black smoke.

The ferocious shadow composed of black aerosol behind him also moved, clenched his fist and came out, and the wind and clouds followed, and the nine days sounded.

The other fingernail turned into a knife, fiercely chopped it, and cut it on the fist, making a "ding" sound of physical objects intersect.

The blue veins burst, and the two had no other movement in their hands. They began to compare with strength. The ground hardened by the emperor's level began to break. Slowly, a big pit appeared on the ground, and their figures gradually sank down.

With a "boom", the gravel flew around, and the two fighting figures flew out of the ground.

Between one of the figures flying backwards, black light in the body flew out of the whole ring, and the large array of hexagonal stars began to form a gloomy black light.

Another figure, whose nails turned out to be swords, crossed and suddenly cut towards the black figure on his body. Several tornadoes that shattered the wind and clouds began to appear, scattered the black fog, and went towards the black figure.

The black figure was Hong Yan. At this time, he was pressing his right hand to the ground. Pieces of death and resentment wrapped around the tombstones emerged from the ground, and the whole ring became the world of tombstones. Then he saw a red light in the ferocious shadow behind him, and his body gradually began to blur, and finally disappeared directly.

The tornado ravaged the ring, and even the tombstone full of curses and resentment swept up, but as time went on, Shura felt that his power seemed to be getting worse and worse. It seemed that it should be the effect of those six-pointed star arrays and this tombstone.

A figure that disappeared thousands of meters away suddenly appeared over Shura, and the cold light of Senluo rose to the sky.

Rooted under his feet, Shura appeared dozens of meters away in an instant and escaped the blow.

The evil smile appeared at the corners of his mouth, and the knife finally touched the ground. Suddenly, the ground trembled and kept rolling like a sea wolf. Shura, who had just dozens of meters away, did not stand still, and his figure began to turn upside down, a little embarrassed.

A flash leap, Hong Yan's body moved dozens of meters and came to Shura, raised the knife. Senluo's light shone, and the ferocious shadow composed of black gas behind him laughed twice, and a black fog attached to the knife.

"Magic chopping", a dark blade, dozens of feet huge, from top to bottom, to Shura is a fierce cut.

The eyes are shrinking. Although the power of this move is not fatal, if it is not handled well, then you will completely fall into passivity, so Shura's mind changes rapidly and thinks about how to deal with it.

The eyes showed a decisive color, and the slow benefits of death from Shura's body formed a gray armor outside the body. Above the armor, a gray gloomy figure appeared, holding a sickle, with gray dead eyes, full of indifference. Looking at the oncoming black blade, he just waved the sickle in his hand, a gray The color blade went towards the black blade.

Silently, the two air blades touched each other and disappeared at the same time.

In mid-air, looking at the Shura with a gray shadow of death, Hong Yan's eyes showed curiosity, and then he was dumb, and then showed an evil smile. The knife in his hand fiercely crossed each other, and a huge black fog turned into a huge cross towards Shura, completely blocking his way.

Looking at the huge black cross, Shura's face showed a solemn color. The virtual shadow behind him raised his body nearly a hundred feet and directly rushed through the cross range. His nails wrapped his fists, and a blue and gray two-colored ball appeared. Unexpectedly, he learned Han Ping's Taiji spiral, but it was just learning, and the power was naturally not as good as it.

Looking at Shura, who had occupied the upper hand and initiative for a while, Hong Yan also began to become solemn. The magic shadow behind him separated four black lights and kept rotating. An extremely terrible force of imprisonment fixed Shura's figure in mid-air, and the gray blue light ball in his hand slowly dissipated.

There was an unbelievable look in his eyes. Shura never thought that Hong Yan still had such a powerful trick.

The evil smile appeared on his face again. Hong Yan looked at the motionless Shura with satisfaction, and the ferocious demon shadow behind him smiled and came to Shura.

He stepped on Shura's stomach, his eyes widened, and Shura's figure was trampled down from the sky, and sour water splashed in his mouth.

The dark magic light was attached to a huge sword, and Hong Yan appeared in the air thousands of meters high and rushed down. The dark figure was like a meteor, and even the air was ignited.

There was a look of despair in his eyes. Shura closed his eyes and waited for Hong Yan's move. Although his body could move, his inertia prompted his body to hit the ground, and he could not avoid Hong Yan's attack at all.

"bang" and "boom", as soon as Shura landed and didn't have time to react, Hong Yan's figure fell from the sky, so there were two loud noises in a row.

The ground began to tremble, and then, like a tsunami, the ground turned into a wave and began to roll out. The terrible force destroyed the extremely strong ground, and a nearly 1,000-meter of ground was destroyed, and there was no good place.

In contrast, Shura is motionless at this time, but his breath is still there, but it is extremely weak. It seems that Hong Yan did not kill, which is also the rule of the game.

A series of black lights went to the ferocious shadow behind Hong Yan, and finally the shadow slowly disappeared. The game is over, and it is just a waste of energy to maintain that state.

"Human Hong Yansheng" didn't talk much nonsense.

On the stands, human beings roared crazily, and there were many girls who were first-class in shape and appearance who shouted directly to marry Hong Yan or something.

Those veteran kings in the sky also look at each other in consters. Even they can't stop the power of the last move. It seems that they are really old.

"Then, in the second game, Han Ping vs. Li Yongqiang begins."

A breeze, a flame, and two figures appeared on the ring at the same time. Before they started, the momentum was to move. Han Ping and Li Yongqiang, two brothers who had been together since childhood, began to collide for the first time.

"We had a chance to compete last time," Li Yongqiang looked at Han Ping and said.

"Ha ha, but at that time, Qu Ping was injured and was not in a good mood."

"So this time..."

"Let's fight this time,"

"Battle! War! War!" The two of them burst into light in their eyes and shouted at the same time. The momentum swept the world, and the fighting spirit was moving.

A huge sword, red, engraved with the word Zhanling, and the sound of an excited sword kept ringing, as if he was happy that his master had such a high fighting spirit.

A pistol, dark, nearly three centimeters long, is entangled with colored light, and a trace of power leaked out, and the air slowly formed a micro-shaped tornado.

The light converge, and Han Ping's figure moved, like a flame, towards Li Yongqiang, who was thousands of meters away; Li Yongqiang also moved, and countless guns fired out, bullets cut through the obstacles of the air and roared towards Han Ping in a fierce voice...

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