Chapter 18 The Bottom Card of Qushan River

Of course, the remaining three people can no longer draw lots, which will be unfair. According to the past practice, the person who wins the final two games will be the first place.

"Zhao Haoran vs. Qushanhe"

Qu Shanhe looks very old, about 30 years old, very calm, holding a long flute in his hand. Zhao Haoran has already seen it. His long flute seems to make up for the lack of close hand-to-hand combat. Yan Wen suffered from it just now.

"Gist for more advice." Qu Shanhe pinned the long flute around his waist and bowed his hand to Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran also returned a salute. The other party is so polite that he can't take action first. In terms of generation, Zhao Haoran is the uncle of Qushanhe.

It seems to see Zhao Haoran's concerns. Qu Shanhe smiled and said, "Uncle Zhao, although you are older than me, the entry time is not as long as me. You'd better take action first."

For the sake of caution, Zhao Haoran first took action with the possession of the fire dragon. With a high dragon, the whole fire dragon hid into his body. There was no hesitation, and a white cloud appeared under his feet. Of course, it was impossible to take him to fly, but it could greatly improve the speed of the wind soul. That's what it is.

Zhaoran's thunder and earth movement is not like an ordinary soul method. At the beginning, there are large-scale attack soul skills such as the sea of fire. Although everyone is a little curious, no one will ask more. Everyone's soul method is their own secret, and how can they easily tell others?

Zhao Haoran smiled and said, "I'm going to take action."

With the unfinished words, Zhao Haoran rose up, and his hands were still glowing red, moving very quickly towards the Qushan River. The power of the yin and yang wheel is too powerful. Zhao Haoran already has a deep understanding of it. If he takes it out, I'm afraid that this Qushanhe can't resist a round, and it will lose the meaning of the test.

Seeing Zhao Haoran rushing up, Qushan River was not in a hurry to dodge. The aura in his body spewed out thinly, forming a vacuum zone around it, which gradually expanded with the gesture of Qushan River, like a large open pocket waiting for Zhao Haoran to break in.

Zhao Haoran's eyes lit up. This Qushanhe is really not an easy person. Among the opponents he met in front of him, most of them chose to fight hard or dodge desperately. These are the results Zhao Haoran wants. Relying on his strong body and speed, there is no disadvantage.

Do you want to catch turtles in an urn? It depends on whether your urn is strong or not. Zhao Haoran was not afraid at all. Then he rushed forward and shouted loudly and smashed it from the top of the head of Qushan River.

Qu Shanhe laughed and said, "Well done."

The aura quickly formed a big network. Zhao Haoran felt that there were fierce wind aura around him, which entangled and spread on his body, and the speed of action slowed down a lot, which was very uncomfortable.

Zhao Haoran couldn't stand it. He didn't expect that the soul of this wind system was so difficult to deal with. There seemed to be countless hands pulling him all over his body. Every step he took would consume great strength. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid he will consume all his strength before he hits Qushan River.

"Blo it up." Zhao Haoran was shocked all over, and a huge pillar of fire emerged from his body, destroying the carefully compiled net of Qushan River, and the rest of the soul power would not form any major obstacles.

The expression on Qu Shanhe's face was flat, as if all this was expected. The white fog under his feet lit up and the whole person was surrounded. Zhao Haoran's speed had been slowed down much by the wind soul force, and Qu Shanhe accelerated and ran to the middle of the ring.

The effect of this increase and decrease is very obvious. Qushanhe easily got rid of Zhao Haoran's punch of swallowing mountains and rivers, but Zhao Haoran was a little embarrassed. This punch hit the empty place, which was really unpleasant and breathed a sigh of gasp.

There are words in the mouth of Qushan River, and a trace of light comes out from the fingertips. What is this? Zhao Haoran thought for a long time, as if he had never seen anyone perform such a strange soul skill.

The white light of the ten fingertips shone slightly and quickly merged into one, forming a thumb-thick short stick. "Go", only heard Qu Shanhe shouting softly, and the short stick made an unpleasant scream, which was very harsh. The disciples under the ring covered their ears and wanted to avoid this annoying sound.

Zhao Haoran, who was very close, was even more upset, and his heart was so uncomfortable that he wanted to jump out.

The small white stick is getting faster and faster, more than ten feet away, just for a moment. Zhao Haoran gently dodged and just breathed a sigh of relief, but heard a scream coming from behind.

Looking back, the short stick was faster than just now and stabbed straight into Zhao Haoran's chest.

Qushanhe kept controlling the direction of the short stick. Zhao Haoran could only hide in the east without touching it, because he found that the soul power contained in this short stick was very huge. If he was hit, he would definitely be injured and defeated.

Zhao Haoran glanced at Qu Shanhe and found that his fingers were still making complex and profound gestures. He was overjoyed. It seemed that this strange short stick could not easily change the direction of action with his heart, so it would be easy.

Once again, Zhao Haoran got rid of the screaming short stick. Zhao Haoran accelerated his speed and rushed to the Qushan River, regardless of the huge power behind him. It seemed that he was going to die with Qushan River.

Qu Shanhe's expression is no longer as calm as at the beginning. I didn't expect him to see through his soul skills so quickly. This man is really a powerful character.

With a sigh, Qu Shanhe had no choice but to stop the movement of his hand and quickly retreat.

Zhao Haoran felt that the breath behind him disappeared and smiled. As expected, it was the same as what he guessed. If he continued to hide like this, he would definitely lose.

Huoyun Palm, this is the soul art learned by Zhao Haoran from the disciples of the comparison. Originally, it is not a profound soul skill. As long as it relies on the soul power in the body and the palm, it can play a huge effect. Zhao Haoran learned it once, and now it is very easy to use.

The fire soul has always been known for its fierce attack. Qushanhe did not dare to take it head-on. He could only rely on the movement advantage of the wind system to avoid it as much as possible. Zhao Haoran found his momentum and chased bravely. He was not allowed at all. Qushanhe's clothes were burned through several big holes, which looked very embarrassed, but in fact he did not suffer. What's the injury?

Qu Shanhe pulled out the long flute hanging around his waist and hit it with his backhand. Zhao Haoran only felt a numbness in his palm when he touched it, and then he was knocked away.

I don't know what material this long flute is made of. You should know that the stone will turn into pieces at the touch of the palm of the fire cloud, but it is still unchanged and must be a treasure.

Not far from the ring, Song Wei and Hai Fengtao stood together with a slightly sad face. "Brother, do you think Haoran can defeat this Qushan River? I think the long flute in his hand is a little familiar. I don't know what kind of baby it is.

Hai Fengtao laughed and said, "Sister Song, you are in chaos if you care about it. If you give all the yin and yang rings to this boy, are you afraid that he can't win?" Song Wei blushed slightly and thought about it. That's the same reason, so she didn't say anything more.

After the Qushan River sacrificed the long flute, the two of them came and went with each other and fought equally.

Zhao Haoran also has a headache. No matter how fierce his attack is, Qushanhe only needs a gentle stop, and everything is invisible.

But I don't know that Qu Shanhe is more anxious at this time. Every time he uses the long flute, he has to consume a huge soul power, and several times his soul power will be exhausted.

Qushanhe looked around, and everyone's eyes were focused here. The most cultivated floating shaker stood not far away, with a thoughtful expression and did not know what he was thinking about.

With the vacancy of Zhao Haoran's attack, Qu Shanhe stroked the long flute and blew it. There was no rhythm at all, as if the irrelevant voices came together, but Zhao Haoran was stunned in an instant and indulged in the unknown music.

The opportunity came, and Qu Shanhe's eyes showed murder. He turned around and flew to Zhao Haoran.

Zhao Haoran didn't realize it. As soon as he heard the music blowing by Qushanhe, he found that something was wrong. He wanted to get rid of it but found that it was too late. A voice kept telling him that he was tired, tired, and rest for a while.

When he woke up, he saw the murderous long flute flying in front of him, and his heart was chilled. Zhao Haoran didn't understand where he had offended this Qu Shanhe. The doorman clearly stipulated that he was not allowed to kill the same family. There was no deep hatred between the two. Why did he have such a big taboo?

After moving a little, the long flute returned in failure. Qu Shanhe was a little surprised. He really couldn't imagine how he woke up so quickly. Looking at the bad expression on Zhao Haoran's face, he knew that the other party had seen that he had killed himself.

I thought that Zhao Haoran could be killed easily, but the elders only said that they couldn't stop and punished him at most. There would be no big problems if he could continue to stay safely in Bihaizong, but now that Zhao Haoran is still alive well, there will be a big trouble.