Eternal Gate

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue on the stage are like ghosts.

If you look at it from below, it would be two dark shadows flying back and forth.

"Good mysterious body."

The old disciples are not low-sighted, they can capture the shape of the two people. Both eyes follow the two people and move up and down. The old disciples can see where they hit. The disciples with a weaker background are difficult. Seeing its true form, only hearing the clash of swords, only saw the bright and bright flames burst out, or purple or blue, like blossoming flowers, gorgeous and colorful.

It is not rare to see that Mu Qinghan fell in the wind.

Maybe it was because the bloodline was suppressed and controlled everywhere. The white dress was dyed with a touch of red blood. Every sword mark was surrounded by the light of the heavenly spirit, containing murderous intent, and dissolving her essence, making the wound extremely difficult. heal.

On the other hand, Liu Ruyue's posture was still so graceful.

"Good sword."

Old Ouyang exclaimed and looked at Mu Qinghan's sword. I don't know what kind of material it was made of, but the purple sword aura on its sword body was a proper purple tear soldier crystal aura.

He could see it, and so could the elders present.

There is no need to ask, you know that Mu Qinghan's sword has been tempered by Zi Lei Bingjing.

Look at Liu Ruyue's Heavenly Spirit Sword, which is pretty good.

In this regard, Old Dao Ouyang had the most confidence because he helped Liu Ruyue temper.

When it comes to weapons, Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue are both equally close, but when it comes to background and combat power, Mu Qinghan is obviously not enough, both of which are of special blood. Her blood is not as good as Liu Ruyue. The inheritance of the heavenly spirit has always been very strong and hidden in the blood. Mysterious power, moreover, comes with talent secret skills.

And these, Mu Qinghan seems to have no blood.

Or, not yet awakened.

"Sister, you are going to lose!" Old Chen Xuan took a sip of wine.

"I see it."

Zhao Yun replied that he knew when Mu Qinghan came to power.

There are no more than three new disciples who can win against Liu Ruyue, and among these three, there is obviously no Mu Qinghan. The senior sister is quite strong, so it is only a matter of time before he defeats Tianling.

After taking the time, he looked back at Yunfeng.

Yunfeng sits steadily like a mountain, closing her eyes to rest, she didn't even look at it at all. In her opinion, Liu Ruyue is sure to win, and there is no suspense. Zhao Yun looked sideways and looked at Yunyan. His master was watching the battle and was silent. Sound, just watch the visitors quietly.

"The body of the heavenly spirit is really not covered."

"No matter how strong it is, it's useless. You have to kneel down on Chu Wushuang."

"Mu Qinghan is not weak. When two strong meet, one will always lose."

There were a lot of discussions and shouts in the venue. They were all the masters who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic. The fighting between the two men was boring, and the fighting between the female disciples was really pleasing to the eye. Plus, it was so beautiful that they looked all eye-catching.

The elders had different expressions, and they did not forget to look at Yunyan and Yunfeng while watching the battle.

The grievances of the twin sisters, the whole Tianzong knows, a female compatriot, but like an enemy, maybe, after Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue have finished fighting, they will also have an appointment as a master.

"In my opinion, Junior Sister Yunyan is better."

"Peeking at Yunyan's bathing, you'll be beaten at most."

"Dare to take a peek at Yunfeng, then you have to reincarnate."

Old Xu Chen Xuan was drunk, full of nonsense, and muttered to himself.

Zhao Yun listened, took his hand, and squinted at the old man by the way. If he didn't expect it, this guy was beaten up frequently. It's no wonder Yunyan met his master like a mouse and a cat.

lb! Zheng!

Just as he said, a sword flew down from the stage, unbiased, and inserted obliquely on Chen Xuan's gambling table. The body of the sword shook and screamed, and the purple sword aura on it was quite sharp. .

Nai Mu Qinghan's sword was shot down by Liu Ruyue.

"Good sword."

Old Chen Xuan tilted his head, looked up and down Qinghan Jian, exclaimed.

Zhao Yun watched the battlefield. The battle for dozens of rounds ended. Mu Qinghan and Liu Ruyue finally stopped. The two stood side by side. Mu Qinghan was bloody, while Liu Ruyue still beats snow in white. , There is still a ray of blood spilling, all of Mu Qinghan's blood.

"I lost."

Mu Qinghan sighed, clutching his jade shoulders and turning to step down.

Xu was hurt so badly that he didn't step on a steady step when he stepped down, and fell down.

Zhao Yun got up, stepped forward, holding him steadily.

"It's a shame for Zizhufeng." Mu Qinghan laughed at himself.

"It's man-made." Zhao Yun smiled, a soft true essence has been poured into Mu Qinghan's body to help him get rid of the killing intent, and then he put a pill in Mu Qinghan's mouth.

"Thank you, Junior Brother." Mu Qinghan walked to his seat.

The big match is not over yet, and she still has another chance to resurrect, and she can also make it.

Zhao Yun also sat back, just as Liu Ruyue was passing by. She was such a arrogant girl from heaven, she was so arrogant. The coldness and indifference on her cheeks explained what aloofness is.

"It's best to pray, don't meet me again on the battlefield."

This is a word left to Zhao Yun by the body of the heavenly spirit.

Zhao Yun didn't change his expression. He had to pray for meeting Liu Ruyue on stage.

"Does your Zi Lei Bingjing still have it? Give it to me!" Old Chen Xuan poked Zhao Yun.

"After the big match, let's talk." Zhao Yun replied casually, helping you to temper the weapon, and he will use the purple tear soldier crystal to cast it for you. I can borrow it from you and think of it beautifully.

"Go!" Old Chen Xuan beamed with joy.

"You, did you bet me to lose?" Zhao Yun glanced at Old Chen Xuan.

"Why don't you make money if you have money."

"How much is being staked."

"Not much, half a million."

"I also apologize to you first." Zhao Yun said.

Earlier, when Wei Chuan exploded, he also expressed apologies to Luo Xia.

When it was over, Wei Chuan was disabled.

This time it was also a courtesy first and then a soldier.

Later, when Chen Xuan scolded his mother, his voice was probably very loud.

After a while, the battle on stage was over.

The winner was Mo Dao. He didn't say a word on stage, and ended the battle with two strikes.

Then it was Mu Zhaoxue who went up.

After seeing Zhaoxue, the visitors will take a look at Sikong Jiannan by the way.

It's really weird, why every time I see Mu Zhaoxue, my cheeks are flushed.

"It's good to be handsome."

Jiannan shook his head, his hairstyle was so elegant.

"I also have a wife."

Zhao Yun looked at the Lord of the Rings and at Liu Ruxin in the ice coffin.

He hadn't slept with his wife in his arms for so long after being married, and he didn't know what it was like.

"Not promising."

At this stage, the Moon God would give him a blank look, poking his wife’s chest at night, all sneaking, like a thief, and pointing at you to tease her sister? Your number is only for being teased.

Today’s fantasy is a good example.

Even though he was slapped, he was beaten up, his disciple of the Moon God, he's so worthless!

"Stop, stop, I admit defeat."

After fighting for more than ten rounds, Mu Zhaoxue returned with a big victory.

"I... abstained."

As soon as Mu Zhaoxue stepped down, she heard a lingering sound.

Looking around, I realized that it was the swordsman disciple, with a depressed look. The prajna who faced him yesterday was beaten to the resurrection match, and he ran into the resurrection match again.

"If I shouted together, what would be the situation."

Su Yu stroked his chin, and looked around at his friend.

Such as Yang Feng, such as Sikong Jiannan, they are also touching their chins, and they bumped into each other two times. This is fate! But think about it, let it go. Prajna is a Buddhist woman, and all four of them are empty.

"Tang Hao, Ji Hen, come on stage."

Wu Xuantong yawned before starting to shout.

Just like last time, when I called Ji Hen's name, the tone was very heavy, aiming to tell the spectators that the talent who came through the back door was about to play, and all bets were optimistic about their own money.