After seeing this, Dong Yuhai from the Shen Jue Palace couldn't help but look at Feng Yixie with more favor. Since he could fight with Shao Ziheng from their Blood Alliance, this man must be very powerful.

Although Shao Ziheng's strength is not top-notch in the Divine Art Palace, he is not weak at all.

It's just a pity that this person is actually from the Demonic Sound Sect.

"Master Mo, I didn't realize that the disciples of your Demonic Sound Sect are also very strong. Each of these moves seems to be fatal, but they are all just right. There are obviously many opportunities to kill the idiot Shao Ziheng, but Shao Ziheng managed to dodge them every time."

Is this a compliment or a mockery?

How could the people present not hear it? Mo Yao sneered and said, "The strength of your disciples from the Divine Art Palace is really not that good. They can't even beat our disciples from the Demon Sound Sect. How much time has been wasted? You disciples from the Divine Art Palace are just so-so!"

Dong Yuhai's face suddenly darkened, "Then we'll wait and see!"

Lan Qingyu heard the conversation between the two people. A cold light flashed in her cold eyes, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, "Well, instead of talking nonsense with some irrelevant people, it's better to watch Feng Yixie's game."

Mo Yao nodded and said seriously, "Indeed!"

The major forces around them all had a half-smile on their faces, and the scene was not as depressing as before.

Feng Yixie looked at Shao Ziheng deeply, and his figure was as fast as lightning, and one phantom after another appeared in Shao Ziheng's eyes.

Shao Ziheng suddenly stood still, staring at the shadow left by Feng Yixie, trying hard to distinguish the opponent's body and strive to hit him with one blow.

Feng Yixie's body was spinning rapidly around Shao Ziheng's body, with a determined gleam on the corner of his mouth. Just when Shao Ziheng was getting a little impatient, a gleam of light suddenly flashed on Feng Yixie's cold face, and the sword in his hand quickly pierced into Shao Ziheng's heart.

If Shao Ziheng had not been affected by Feng Yixie's phantom, he would not have been defeated so quickly.

puff!

Feng Yixie's face was cold and he quickly pulled out the sword.

Blood gushed out from Shao Ziheng's body.

Feng Yixie knew that although Shao Ziheng was stabbed in the heart by his attack, he would definitely pull him down with him at the last second before his death. This was also what he discovered during the battle with Shao Ziheng.

as predicted.

Shao Ziheng rolled his eyes coldly, and he roared unwillingly, "Impossible, I, Shao Ziheng, can't die, and I won't die."

Feng Yixie looked at Shao Ziheng coldly as he roared and watched him desperately exert his strength.

Feng Yixie frowned and said coldly, "You don't know your own limitations!"

boom!

As soon as the long sword came out, Shao Ziheng's move had not yet been successfully condensed before Feng Yixie slashed at his waist with the sword, cutting it in half.

Cut in half!!!

Lan Qingyu pursed her lips and blinked her eyes, wondering if Feng Yixie had slapped Shen Jue Palace in the face.

It was very loud!

A gleam of light flashed across Lan Qingyu's eyes, and then he shifted his gaze to other arenas.

At this time, the other competition arenas were not so brutal, because some of the brutal people had already died.

However, there were some distant arenas that they were quite far away from, so they couldn't see clearly, but Lan Qingyu knew that the situation over there was not much better than the one in front of him.

After a competition, Lan Qingyu found that the number of people summarized by the Medicine Sect's Sect Master was exactly as he had expected.

But Lan Qingyu didn't expect that there would be people who would die together.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like