Refining Heaven and Earth

The battle in the void was fierce, and in just one hour, five people were changed.

The three died, and the two were seriously injured. They did not want to give up this hard-won opportunity.

At this time, the battle between a three-way entry and a two-way entry. The three-way win has won two games in a row, and the decline is already apparent.

Unexpectedly, the triple-strength of the entry was powerful and he was injured. He killed the double-stroke of the entry, but he also lost the ability to continue the fight, but he gave up.

Huh!

Zhu Yang finally moved. The third place is more fierce than the second place. If it is not the opportunity to win one, the chances are even slimmer.

Zhu Yang went into battle, and the crowd froze aside. Leaving aside the powerful strength of the Temple of Fire, Zhu Yang itself was very powerful and not ordinary people could deal with.

Hesitating for a moment, a figure rushed out, success or failure, fight here.

Rumble!

Zhu Yang didn't give anyone a chance to speak, and the flames swept past. The man rushed to resist, but there was a huge gap in strength, and he struck and killed.

hiss!

The crowd took a sip of air-conditioning, only to realize that there was a big gap between them and Zhu Yang.

Fang Bai's eyes were dignified, and Zhu Yang should be stopped anyway, even if he went into a violent state.

Footsteps lightly, Wang Fuhua hurriedly grabbed him, Shen Shen said: "Brother Fang, it is not the time."

"Why?" Fang Bai asked, frowning. No one dared to challenge Zhuyang except him, and he must not be allowed to compete for a place.

Wang Fuhua smiled bitterly: "Brother Fang think, why did Zhu Yang choose to shoot at this time?"

Fang Bai said lightly: "Brother Wang has something to say straight."

Wang Fuhua Shen Shen said: "There is still a quota. No one will challenge Zhu Yang until the end of the situation. Because of this, he chose to take the shot now. With the strength of Brother Fang, don't enter that state, and defeat him. How sure? "

Fang Bai frowned and did not enter a violent state. He was by no means Zhu Zhu's opponent. Even now his strength has risen, there is still no certainty.

After the violent state, he was so weak that anyone could easily defeat him.

In Fang Bai's view, defeating Zhu Yang is considered a victory. Anyway, he never thought about competing for the Holy King.

But Wang Fu's paintings are different. He wants the title of holy king, not defeat Zhu Yang.

The youth in black and Zhao Xinghe have not yet shot, and Wang Fuhua is not sure to defeat the two.

"Wait a minute." Fang Bai was dissatisfied, but had nothing to say. After all, he had promised Wang Fu to paint.

Zhu Yang is standing in the air, flying high, beheading his opponent with one stroke, and the momentum is magnificent. "Which friend is willing to enlighten me?" Looking around, the crowd lowered their heads, and what happened to Zhu Yang. They can challenge.

As time passed, no one dared to challenge Zhu Yang.

"Zhu Yangsheng, there is still one last place, everyone can take good care of it." As the holy King's cold voice fell, the crowd was instantly sensational and there was no way out.

Zhu Yang stepped back in the void, glanced at Zhu Yan, and went straight to Zhu Zhiyan standing next to him, turned and looked towards the front of the ice hall, where the maiden was.

Huh!

A figure rose into the sky, the war was boiling, the powerful momentum spread, the crowd was secretly surprised, and indeed the strong one was hiding.

"Who will fight me?"

The middle-aged man struck white and hunted, his cold eyes swept away, and he was quite imposing.

"I come!"

The voice fell, and a figure swept away quickly, and immediately came to him.

"You deserve it too?"

The man in white sneered and photographed it with a palm of his hand.

"how is this possible?"

Then the person rushed out was taken aback, only to feel that the whole body seemed to be frozen, the long knife in his hand appeared, and Dacheng's knife path was directly cut off.

"waste!"

The palm of the man in white continued to fall, squeezing the blade directly, and instantly patted the man's chest.

what!

The screams sounded, the figure fell quickly, and fell towards the Wannian Hantan, disappearing in no time.

So strong!

The crowd was disappointed. This person was very strong. He just didn't use the word just now, and slaps a person who is in a state of dualism with one hand. The strength is not much weaker than Zhu Yang and Zhu Xi.

The young man in black and Zhao Xinghe had serious eyes. At this time, they also realized that it was not good.

Wang Fu's face was also very ugly, and things were worse than expected.

Huh!

First 6 starts! D

At this point, there was no retreat, and Daodao rushed out. Within an hour, seven people had died in battle, without exception, all in one hand.

Suddenly, the crowd was still.

Although the position of the Holy King is good, it must be enjoyed by life. The strength of the people in front of them is not that they can deal with them.

Zhao Xinghe looked back and said lightly, "Don't you want to fight?"

Fang Bai smiled: "Brother Zhao please!"

Zhao Xinghe said: "What does Brother Wang say?"

Wang Fuhua shook his head and said, "I am weak in strength, but I still invite Brother Zhao to take the horse."

"Do you want to pick up the bargain last?" Zhao Xinghe sneered.

"Didn't Zhao think so?"

Humph!

Zhao Xinghe sneered coldly: "To this day, the situation is very clear. No one wants to take advantage. If you can't come up with a charter, you must not let people go. Brother Wang should understand that I least like to see who boarded Holy King. "

Wang Fu's face sank. Zhao Xinghe said it well. Now whoever shoots first will definitely suffer a lot, and it will be difficult to go to the end.

Then, the most unacceptable result of Zhao Xinghe is that Wang Fu painting has become the holy king. This is also true of Wang Fu painting.

But this stalemate has no chance.

The selection method of the Holy King is simple and rude, but in a certain way, it can better reflect a person's strength. Without absolute strength advantage, he cannot go to the end. Even if some speculative people, will the maiden choose him?

Suddenly, Fang Bai seemed to understand that the Holy King might have planned it.

In this case, there is nothing to hesitate.

Footsteps vanished in the air, Fang Bai walked slowly, Wang Fu painting opened his mouth behind him, tried to stop but swallowed again.

Zhao Xinghe and the young man in black flashed at the same time, and Fang Bai played, which meant that two powerful opponents were missing, and the next battle was much easier.

"It's you?"

Seeing Fang Bai coming, the man in white frowned and said Shen: "Your strength is strong, but you can't get to the end, why?"

Fang Bai smiled: "I also want to try, is there a problem?"

The man in white became ugly for a moment, coldly: "Even if you beat me, can you beat others?"

The man in white said very clearly that Fang Bai wanted to win him. Unless he entered that weird state, it was impossible; when that state passed, any individual could easily defeat him. Such a battle was meaningless.

"I didn't know until after the war," Fang Bai said indifferently.

"it is good!"

The man in white was furious, "Since you want to fight, stay with you to the end!"

The voice fell, and the blue long sword suddenly appeared, and the powerful kendo burst into the void, and the sword was rising into the sky.

Complete Kendo?

"It's another perfect Kendo." Fang Bai secretly was surprised, and recently saw too many perfect ways, Wang Fuhua, Zhao Xinghe, Zhu Zhu, Zhu Yang, and the young man in black.

In the early stage of enlightenment, you realized the perfect way, which was extremely abnormal, but now there are so many gathered here, are all the demons of the Eastern Regions gathered here?

There is also a man in white in front of him who is strong in kendo and does not seem to come and go.

Jiuyong King Kong stick is in hand, it is really energetic, with a dignified expression, the battle is about to start!