My Poised and Elegant Seven Sisters

Murong Huang faced his anger, with a calm complexion, took a deep breath, and said, "Go ahead."

Angrily a little surprised, this man is quite weird, so he should be careful.

Starting, the air is still peeling off.

Muronghuang fell into a vacuum zone. This was not a method that worked immediately, but a method to weaken combat power.

Immediately afterwards.

Qishen repeatedly used air fists, bombarding Murong Huang's body.

Murong Huang was originally a double-level horizontal training master, physically strong, resisting several waves of air fists.

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

"mighty!"

Finally, Muronghuang's strength boosted morale.

The expression of anger was solemn, he was the nemesis of the master, but his restraint on the master of Heng Lian would be much less.

Boom boom boom...

However, the spirit of anger is not in a hurry.

Master Heng Lian lacks long-range attacks and must fight in close hands. He is confident that his opponent will not be able to catch up with him.

The air punch kept bombarding.

Hardly resisting hundreds of air fists, Murong Huang's soft armor exploded, revealing perfect muscle lines.

His whole body is bruised.

No one understands, what is this, why do you want to do it?

"What do you mean?"

Qishen was also puzzled.

"Humiliated me?"

"Fuck me mentality?"

"If that's the case, you will be disappointed, you are too naive."

The tone of anger was cold.

Murong Huang slowly raised his head, his eyes flashing fierce, like an ancient fierce beast, quietly awakening.

The look in his eyes made his heart suffocate.

Then, a fierce might erupted from Murong Huang.

Murong Huang's tiger body trembled, and a big red dot appeared on his back spine, the size of his fist, the light gradually shining, and it was pulsating, which seemed to have mysterious power.

"Dead door?"

Ye Fan's eyes lit up.

Murong Huang finally opened the door of life.

With the gradual opening of the gate of death, Muronghuang's fierce power became more and more violent; vaguely, his back was like a dragon, with a vision emerging.

Qishen felt the pressure.

"Suppression!"

The air was compressed sharply, suppressing Muronghuang, but it did not have much effect.

His face sank with anger, and he shouted again: "Backflow!"

"Closed!"

Murong Huang sighed.

All the seven orifices are closed, even the pores are contracted to prevent air from entering the body.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

His fierce power is too mighty.

Muronghuang's body turned maroon, the blood in his body was surging, and his heart was like a drum.

"what."

With a cry, Murong Huang moved.

His eyes fixed on his spirit, and he ran, the ring that he stepped on every step of the way trembles, turning into an afterimage.

"So fast!"

Anger is a warning sign.

Seeing Muronghuang approaching quickly, he held his breath and quickly dodged, but Muronghuang looked like a tracking missile and couldn't get rid of it at all.

Rumbling.

All the way to the afterimage with lightning.

When he saw it, he knew that it was useless to continue to avoid it. He stopped, and he grabbed it with both hands, as if something was brewing.

The space around him has become distorted, this is a visual illusion produced by the crazy gathering of air but being compressed.

"Air cannon."

The qi **** roared, and the terrifying energy burst out dozens of times stronger than the air fist.

Muronghuang's pupils contracted.

"boom."

The dead door behind him bloomed brilliance and played to the extreme.

Murong Huang's face was stubborn.

Smashed out with a crazy punch.

In contact with the air cannon, Murong Huang flew upside down, dripping with blood.

The spirit of qi was also consumed a lot, gasping for breath.

Murong Huang was wounded, and his anger did not stop, and he shot again, exerting air suppression and air backflow.

Before closing the seven orifices, the air poured into his body, making Murong Huang miserable.

"Exit."

Fortunately, Murong Huang mastered the secret technique of the Eight Doors Dunjia and possessed infinite mysteries.

The air in the body was forced out instantly.

at the same time.

A big red dot appeared in Murong Huang's heart, which was another fate.

It's Shengmen.

The gate of life was opened, and Murong Huang's body function was repaired.

A lifetime of death, complement each other.

"what!"

Seeing Muronghuang's condition improved, his anger was unbelievable.

He knew the power of the blow just now, how could it get better so quickly.

What kind of monster is this?

"kill!"

Murong Huang rushed in, and he who opened the door was already fearless, and he wanted to fight for his life.

madman!

Retreat with anger, while constantly performing magical skills. However, even though Murong Huang was hit hard, he was still Xiaoqiang who could not be beaten to death.

Muronghuang's dedication moved everyone.

This is really fighting for life, for glory, for Daxia.

"Sure victory!"

"Sure victory!"

"Sure victory!"

The spectators were shouting, cheering for Muronghuang.

After half an hour.

The war is still over.

Muronghuang has become a blood man.

The brilliance of the life gate and the death gate has also dimmed, and it is almost reaching its limit.

The same is true of Qishen.

He was also injured, one arm was broken and drooped.

His face was pale.

Performing magical skills one after another also puts a heavy load on the body.

"What kind of monster is this? Why can't it be killed?" He was horrified, and he used the air cannon three times, all of which were hit.

But Murong Huang carried it over.

Even Earl Zeus could not hold his three air cannons.

"kill!"

Murong Huang ran again.

But his footsteps were staggering, and he stumbled closer to his spirit.

At this moment, the spirit of energy, the ability to move is too poor, and it is difficult to move.

Everyone became nervous.

Who lives and who dies?

The countless light moved with Muronghuang's running, and finally, he came to Qishen.

Murong Huang's face was bloody, and he grinned: "I, I won!"

He was weak, and didn't even have the strength to speak.

Murong Huang slowly raised his fist.

Hit out with a punch.

At this moment, Qi Shen suddenly went into trouble, "air cutting."

"puff!"

"puff!"

Two streams of blood spewed out.

Qi Shen's air cut cut through Murong Huang's neck; and Murong Huang's punch hit Qi Shen's head.

Both fell in a pool of blood, unconscious and unconscious on the spot.

"Save people!"

Gai Jiuyou and Zeus roared.

Physicians from both camps carried them down.

Ye Fan left the ring and followed the doctor team to Beiliang City. He needed to treat Murong Huang.

His throat was cut, if it is not in time, it will definitely be a death.

"It's a good result to lose both."

"Yes, Murong Huang is really good. He is a hero and my idol."

"His body is too terrifying, I don't know what kind of secret technique he has cultivated."

"He is just a double-level horizontal training master. If he goes further, I don't know how strong he is."

"Muronghuang has a giant-level combat power, which can be called a Tianjiao!"

"Indeed, it's Tianjiao!"

Everyone talked a lot.

On the ring, Guihai Qianjun's thoughts were fierce. He knew what Muronghuang was practicing, and he could see it.

"Eight Door Dunjia."

"Unexpectedly, this kind of thaumaturgy still exists in the world. This is an invincible cultivation method for body refining."

"I'm really the son of luck. I didn't expect to encounter the eight techniques of Dunjia. I hope that Murong Huang will not die. If I don't let me, I won't be able to get this thaumaturgy."

Guihai Qianjun thought to himself, and decided to look for Murong Huang when the conference was over.

This kind of thaumaturgy must be obtained.

At this time, Bu Qianfan moved, he had long been unbearable, and was finally able to play.

"I don't beat women, so come on and fight me."

Bu Qianfan pointed to the opposite, the black false god.

The water **** nodded and said, "Be careful."

"Don't worry, he will definitely lose." The black pseudo-god came to the battlefield with full confidence.

"here we go."

The whole body of the black pseudo-god laughed, and then Bu Qianfan felt that his eyes became pitch black...