Chapter 267 The Sixth Battle General!

"Brother, Tianyang Martial Arts Museum is clearly deliberately targeting us. If it goes on like this, these kids can't stand it at all!"

Ling Batian, standing in the Flame Pavilion, looked angry. Since the beginning of the war, he has fought eight times. Every Tianyang Martial Arts Museum specializes in the Flaming Martial Arts Museum, and their students are quite strong enough to suppress the students of the Flaming Martial Arts Museum.

Flaming Martial Arts Museum, eight battles and eight defeats, for a while, face-to-face.

"They are forcing Xiaoyao to appear at dawn!" Ling Dongtian's face was gloomy. This was a naked slap in the face. He was defeated in eight battles. This was the face of his flaming martial arts school, and even more than hitting his face.

"To this day, Xiaoyao and Dawn are still missing. Even the Phoenix is also wandering. If the three of them don't show up, the Flame Martial Arts Museum will be defeated!"

Ling Dongtian smiled bitterly. At this moment, the two kids still disappeared. Couldn't they be delayed by something?

"Bum!"

Li Xuekun of the Flaming Martial Arts Museum was defeated by the other party's palm, and his clothes were stained with blood.

The young man in white opposite sneered and said, "The Flaming Martial Arts Museum, you can't raise your head today!"

"Hmm!"

Ling Dongtian snorted coldly, but there was nothing he could do. At this time, only excellent students can save his face. No matter how angry he is, he must keep it in his heart.

"I'll do it!" An arrogant figure suddenly appeared on the martial arts arena, with a strong posture, black hair dancing wildly and a cold face. He helped up the students who fell to the ground and said coldly.

"Cough, Brother Lie, be careful!" The injured students covered their blood-stained chest and kept coughing up blood.

"Hmm!" Lie Tian nodded, his eyes turned sharply, and his eyes were indifferent. "Xie Qian, I'll be your opponent!"

"Do you dare to say brave as a defeated general?"

The young man called Xie Qian by Lietian looked disdainful. Five years ago, Lietian was defeated by him. Now he still dares to come. He is really not afraid of death.

"Today's ending will be the opposite of five years ago!"

Lietian has always been crazy, but since he was defeated by Ye Qingyan's cross-border world, he has hidden this madness in the bottom of his heart and practiced hard. Now he comes to Tianyang City and meets the strong enemy again, and all the depression collapses in an instant.

The sky exploded.

In the proud position of Lie Tianxiongkui, the wind blew by, the thick black hair danced with the wind, and his eyes were as sharp as knives, and the momentum was shocking. At this moment, the fierce sky became the focus of the martial arts arena.

"Flame Palm!"

The body of Lietian flashed like lightning, rushed to Xie Qian, who hugged his chest and sneered, and exploded with a punch, with a fiery red light shining like fire, which was extremely powerful.

"Empty palm!"

The fierce weather is strong, and Xie Qian is also an extraordinary person. He stared at the flame palm of the sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a fine light flashed between them, and then suddenly took action!

If you don't move like a mountain, you will move like thunder!

Xie Qian stood proudly, and the rainbow flashed all over his body. He stepped out step by step, and his body suddenly flashed dozens of meters away. In an instant, he appeared in front of the fierce sky, with a bloodthirsty sneer at the corners of his mouth and punched repeatedly.

The fist is as strong as a mountain.

In the long weather, the two fought with lightning, fists and feet, physical collision, fists to flesh, and blood boiling.

"Bum bang!"

The fierce god was cold, and he punched Xie Qian's face. His fist was strong and awe-spirited. If this punch was hit, Xie Qian would never die and be disabled. Lie Tian was quick and cold, and Xie Qian was also very human. In the face of a must-kill punch, he retreated with lightning, and at the same time, his feet kicked out in a row. The sound of breaking the air sounded. Lie Tian's face changed and his fist remained unchanged, but he moved down in the air and collided with the opponent's feet.

"Yes, it's much better than five years ago!" Xie Qian's face was slightly gloomy, and then sneered, "However, you are not my opponent!"

"If I can defeat you the first time, I will defeat you the second time!" Xie Qian's face was cold, and then the void waved, and a thick-backed long knife was instantly held in his hand and smiled coldly at the fierce sky. The long knife suddenly waved out, and a bright snowy knife burst out with a bang.

"The sword is strong!"

Seeing the other party's knife, although Lie Tian was not disturbed, his right hand rotated in the air. Lie Tian's knife was suddenly born. He held the knife in both hands and chopped in the air. A blazing knife light came out with the momentum of the knife.

"Bum bang!"

Both of them are not bad figures, with knives coming and going, shooting with red light, and the sharp strength of the sword. Even the spectators can't help squinting their eyes, which is extremely powerful.

"Flame, if you lose again this time, you will lose nine times in a row and lose face!" The owner of Tianyang Hall suddenly turned to Ling Dongtian and smiled, with a relaxed tone and a little joke. Obviously, he was very confident in Xie Qian.

"Tianyang, isn't it too early to say that now?"

Ling Dongtian's eyes were slightly angry and forcibly suppressed his anger. He said coldly that the eight martial arts museums were originally competitors, so they had always called each other the names of the martial arts museums, which was neither close nor hostile.

"Five years ago, he was defeated, and today he will also be defeated!"

The owner of Tianyang Hall didn't realize the suppressed anger of Lingtian. He smiled and said, "My Tianyang Martial Arts Museum used to be the first, and I will still be. No one can subvert this!"

Ling Dongtian sneered.

"The six generals of Tianyang, any one can be called the proud son of heaven. Heaven, you have an opponent!"

In the Red Flame Pavilion, the owner of the Red Flame Hall swept over the figure of the six abyss of Tianyang Martial Arts Museum, turned to the man in red robe beside him and told him.

"The curator can rest assured that even if Chitian fights everything this time, he will get the glory he deserves for the Red Flame Martial Arts Museum!" The red-robed man's eyes flashed with a blazing light, staring at the direction of Tianyang Pavilion and saying in a voice.

Last session, Tianyang Martial Arts Museum ranked first, and Red Flame Martial Arts Museum ranked second. This time, all eight martial arts halls have cards, and they are all staring at the top position.

Do princes prefer to have guts?

Although Tianyang Martial Arts Museum is located in the imperial city and is unique, it cannot always dominate the first place. At this point, the opinions of the seven martial arts halls are surprisingly consistent!

No one wants to succumb to others forever. The latter want to climb up, and the front wants to maintain their position, or even go to a higher level. This is the contradiction!

If you want to solve conflicts, fists and strength are the only way.

"A knife from the sky!"

At this moment, the clothes were stained with blood, and the momentum was domineering, and there was crazy murderous intent in his pupils. He stood in his mind and held a knife in both hands. All the spirits instantly coincided, and chopped out with a knife. The blade was nearly ten feet long, domineering and vast, extremely sharp.

"Crazy Knife Cut!"

Seeing that this knife was so powerful, Xie Qian was stunned and ran his spiritual power crazily. His whole body bloomed with dazzling red light and was cut out with a knife.

"Puff!"

Xie Qian spewed out a mouthful of blood, and his face changed greatly. He was about to go backwards. The dark shadow flashed in front of him, and a long knife was instantly put on his neck.

The sharp blade flashed cold deep into the bone marrow, making Xie Qian's heart cold.

"You lost!" Lie Tian stared at Xie Qian, and his tone was extremely cold.

"You..." Xie Qian's expression changed, and then his eyes were fierce, and he was about to take action. Suddenly, he felt a pain in his neck, and then he hurriedly stopped.

"You lost!" The martyr god was indifferent and repeated it.

"Okay, Lietian, you are cruel enough. Today, I lost a move, and I thank you for admitting defeat!!" Xie Qian took a deep breath and said coldly.

The fierce sky withdrew the fierce knife, and his face changed. He spit out a big mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.

"You resisted the injury and forced me to go backwards, just to hold me at that moment. You are cruel enough, Xie Mou admires!" A touch of admiration flashed in Xie Qian's eyes. He would rather be seriously injured than defeat his opponent. This kind of tough guy deserves anyone's respect.

The hot sky wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth and smiled indifferently.

"Tianyang, you are defeated!" Seeing that Lietian defeated his opponent, Ling Tian was very happy and turned to Tianyang Pavilion and ridiculed.

"Humph, it's too early for you to be happy!" The owner of Tianyang Hall looked embarrassed. He suddenly turned around and said coldly, "Wu Feng, next time, you go!"

The one on the left of the figure of the six heroes slowly got up and stared at the hot sky with cold eyes.

The sixth general, Wu Feng, fight!

"Brother..." Ling Batian's face changed greatly and turned to Lingdongtian anxiously.

"Let's see. If it really doesn't work, just admit defeat!" Ling Dongtian's face was embarrassed. He took a deep breath and condensed his voice.

"Flame, I want you to be defeated!" The owner of Tianyang Hall stared at Ling Dongtian, with a strong sense of mockery in his eyes.

"Hmm!" Ling Dongtian snorted coldly and looked at the two people on the martial arts arena, worried.

"Although Lietian is good, it is absolutely impossible to be Wu Feng's opponent. This time, it's a big trouble!"