Chapter 132 Top Seven Generation

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Feng Xiaotian never thought that this Wuchen was a hidden trick. The clear move was a King Kong ambush wand that rotated at high speed and shot, and the hidden killer turned out to be a sound attack. This really caught Feng Xiaotian off guard. For a while, the situation was in danger.

When the audience under the stage saw the situation, they all thought that Feng Xiaotian was powerless to return to the sky. I was afraid that the next moment he would bleed on the spot. Some timid practitioners even turned their faces to one side and did not dare to look on the stage again, for fear that they would see the terrible scene of Feng Xiaotian's head being smashed into a few pieces and splashing brains.

When Yan'er saw Feng Xiaotian in danger, she was very anxious and stamped her feet. She actually wanted to jump on the stage. Fortunately, Danyu grabbed it in time. Yan'er fainted in front of her eyes and fell on Danyu. She said sadly, "Sister Danyu, I'm afraid Brother Xiaotian..." Before she finished her words, Yan'er was already sobbing.

Qian Xiaosheng opened his mouth wide, and his eyes were dull, as if he had lost his soul. The broken fan he had just picked up from the ground fell to the ground again. At this moment, he had no intention of joking with Li Haoyu.

At this time, even Danyu felt that Feng Xiaotian was not lucky this time. I'm afraid it was the end of a physical disillusionment and turning into a scattered immortal.

Li Haoyu shouted in a loud voice: "Master, save the boss!"

As a referee, Yishui Zhenren feels that it is not appropriate to take action when the two sides are not divided. In that case, his old face has nothing to put aside. I'm afraid it will be tired of the reputation of Changsheng Valley, which is very bad. Therefore, although Yishui Zhenren heard Li Haoyu's cry, he hesitated. He took action, just looking at Feng Xiaotian in danger, with a helpless look on his face.

At this critical moment, Feng Xiaotian, who was still dizzy, was about to be broken by the fast-spinning King Kong wand, and some people under the stage even began to exclaim.

What about Feng Xiaotian? Although he was dizzy, he still had a little clarity in his mind. He knew very well that he was extremely dangerous at this time. In a hurry, he didn't have much time to think about it. His whole body was really unreserved. He gushed out like no money, and the light sword in his hand naturally used the most powerful move he had at present. The fifth move of Xuantian's secret is "the secret of turning over the sky". When the King Kong magic wand could be hit, the sword formula of Feng Xiaotian's secret of turning over the sky was just completed.

In an instant, the purple light was shining, and a dazzling purple sword light burst out from the light sword like a green dragon coming out of the water. Then the sword light was long and bright, turning into countless sword shadows. With the wind and sky as the axis, it swept in all directions. For a time, the sky was full of purple light and shadow, mixed with Countless dazzling shadows of the tip of the sword.

Then came the sound of a "jingling" gold and iron strike. I don't know how many times the light sword collided with the King Kong Fu Magic Wand in an instant. Finally, when the King Kong Fu Magic Wand was about to be on its appearance, it hit the left side of the left body of Feng Xiaotian and roared by.

Where the King Kong Fu magic wand flew by, a large piece of the green shirt on Feng Xiaotian's waist was torn off, and the exposed skin was faintly oozed with blood. It seemed that he was still slightly injured.

Seeing that Feng Xiaotian was safe under such a vicious trick, the audience immediately let out a cheer, but Yaner was still softly collapsed in Danyu's arms. Looking at Feng Xiaotian on the stage, she muttered with tears in her eyes: "Brother Xiaotian, Are you going to scare Yan'er to death?"

"Damn it, it scared me to death. The boss is really powerful. He actually hit the King Kong Fu magic wand under the 'Lion Roar' of the Buddhist Zen skill. It's really powerful!" Qian Xiaosheng picked up the broken fan that fell on the ground and said with lingering lingering heart.

"Lion roar? What the hell is this?" Li Haoyu humbly asked for advice.

"This is a kind of unique learning of Buddhism, which belongs to the category of sound attack. It contains true power in sound waves. The power is infinite. Er... It's useless to talk to a person with a low level, and you can't understand it!" Qian Xiaosheng explained that, of course, he did not forget to attack Li Haoyu.

In fact, there are so many audiences off the stage. Except for a very small number of people with high magic power, most people suddenly saw tens of thousands of purple glows on Feng Xiaotian's body on the stage, colliding with the golden golden wand, and then the King Kong Fu wand rubbed Feng Xiaotian's body and galloped by, hitting the boundary and falling off the stage. On, Feng Xiaotian, who they thought must be a splash of brains, was still standing there, but his clothes were a little damaged. As for the subtle and dangerous places in the meantime, in their realm, they have not been caught.

At this time, Wuchen also stopped the "lion roar". Facing the wind and sky that was still standing on the stage, Wuchen, as the leader of the new generation of disciples of the Western Brahma Sect, had a sense of powerlessness from the bottom of his heart for the first time, as if he could not beat the other party no matter what tricks he made, and stopped in place for a moment and did not dare to act rashly. It is.

Feng Xiaotian didn't want to entangle with him anymore. He decided to make a quick decision. He took the other party's King Kong mbush wand back. He waved the light sword and suspended it in front of his chest. Feng Xiaotian gestured and danced repeatedly, pinched the secret of crossing the sky. The light sword turned into a purple light and shot at Wuchen.

Although Wuchen did not have a King Kong wand in his hand, he was not in a hurry. He touched his hand and took down the string of Buddha beads hanging on his neck. The real force gushed out. The walnut beads on the string of Buddha beads faintly emitted golden light, which seemed to be an extraordinary treasure.

Feng Xiaotian is using his own way to treat his body. When the light sword is close to Wuchen, it is actually a roaring exit. It is clear that it is the third way in the Xuantian secret, and it is also a sound attack. The magnificent true power comes first with the sound wave, surpassing the light sword, like endless stormy waves. Dust-free brushed over.

This Xuantian formula is the skill that Xuanming, a real person in the real person in the real world of cultivation 100,000 years ago. He has been invincible for tens of thousands of years. The skill he created is naturally a little stronger than the "lion roar" of the Western Brahman Sect, and the momentum is also amazing. Feng Xiaotian helped the real person save the elixir fish and relied on.

Wuchen didn't expect that Feng Xiaotian would also know the method of sound attack, and he completely imitated his attack mode. He only felt that under the roar of the other party, his true power seemed to suddenly lose contact with him and could not mobilize at all. The string of Buddha beads in his hand that were ready to be used to resist the enemy were still shining. Yao, but lost the support of Zhenli, suddenly changed back to his original dim appearance.

At this time, the light sword had already shot. Wuchen couldn't lift the truth for a moment. He suddenly panicked and watched the light sword fly in front of him and couldn't fight. It was too late to dodge, so he had to sigh, closed his eyes and wait to die.

For a long time, Wuchen only felt cold in front of him, but he did not feel any pain. He opened his eyes and saw that the other party's purple flying sword was floating on his chest, and the wind Xiaotian stood in the distance and looked at himself with a smile.

Now, how can Wuchen not know that this is the other party's magnanimity. After spared his life, he seemed to have knocked over the five-flavor bottle in his heart, and he couldn't say what it was like for a moment.

Feng Xiaotian saw that this Wuchen opened his eyes and looked at himself without saying a word. His face was sad, and his heart was unbearable, so he reached out and took the light sword back in his hand.

"Alas! The poor monk lost!" Wuchen sighed and admitted defeat sadly.

Feng Xiaotian gave a bow with his fist and said gently, "I'm just a fluke for a while. Master Wuchen has made concessions!"

"Alas! The wind benefactor is not only powerful and skillful, but also benevolent and broad-minded. The world of his daily cultivation must be the world of the wind benefactor, and the poor monks are willing to bow down! Amitabha, it's good!" Wuchen saw that Feng Xiaotian was better than him, but he was not arrogant or impatient. He was still polite and couldn't help sighing happily and sincerely.

"The master is flattered!" Feng Xiaotian is soft but not hard. He felt embarrassed when he was praised by the other party.

"Ha ha, Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk inherits the favor today. He will be driven by it, and he will definitely repay it." Wuchen had a clear understanding of kindness and resentment. Seeing that Feng Xiaotian was so humble, he also smiled happily.

"Ha ha, I don't dare to be driven. I just want to make friends with the master!" Feng Xiaotian also admires the power of Wuchen, and also has a heart to make friends.

Yishui Zhenren saw that the two of them turned into a smile from the sword just now, and he was also very happy. He came to the center of the stage, nodded to Feng Xiaotian and Wuchen, and then announced loudly to the stage: "The E platform competition is over. Sanxiu Feng Xiaotian is better than Wuchen, a disciple of the Western Brahma sect, and successfully promoted. Top seven!"

"Ha ha, Amitabha, congratulations to the wind donor on advancing to the top seven!" After all, Wuchen is a son of Buddhism. What he pays attention to is that there is no anger, no anger, pure desire. At this time, he has completely untied the happy knot. First of all, he put his palms together and gently congratulated Xiao Tianzhen.

"Master Xie Wuchen!" Feng Xiaotian replied.

"Senior Yishui, wind benefactor, say goodbye to the poor monk!" After saying that, Wuchen drifted away.

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Today's all the matches have ended, and the seven winners who advanced to the top seven have returned to the rostrum. They are:

San Xiufeng Xiaotian, he defeated Wuchen from the Western Brahma Sect;

Wu Fu from the Western Fanzong, he defeated Xin Jiuniang from Zixiamen;

Su Rulian from Xianjianmen, she defeated Meng Wuji from the Sun and Moon God Religion;

Lang Xiaotian from Wangyue Gate, he defeated Tanaka Tian from the Blood Spirit Church;

Xiao Biechen from the main island of Pengzhou, he defeated Meng Yijian from Long Valley;

He defeated Lian Ruyan from Zixiamen;

In the end, it was naturally the lucky person who drew the empty number twice, Tang Fei from Changsheng Valley.

The biggest difference between this year's Pengzhou and the previous years is that when it came to the top seven, the rest were often the disciples of the top ten holy places of cultivation. This year, there are actually three people from outside the holy land, namely, Feng Xiaotian, Xiao Beichen and Qiu Cangming, which really makes everyone big. The earth was shocked.

As usual, Shangguan Wuyong's saliva splashed everywhere. He talked a lot and announced the break-up almost in the evening. With the tired Feng Xiaotian, he thought to himself. Standing on the stage and listening to the old man's speech, it was really more tiring than fighting with Wuchen!