Chapter 587

"Sixty one, sixty-two, sixty-three..." I don't know when all the practitioners in the field started to shout together with the shouts of Huang Huan's son. For a moment, the sound was as loud as thunder, and the sound spread for several miles.

At this time, the face of the Feilong Pavilion owner turned white. Because he had seen that the number of fragments left was odd.

"68... 69... 70... 71... 01... Tian'an sect wins!" Just in the middle of the sky, with the last wave of Huang Huan's stick, there was only one fragment, which was still floating there. Although it didn't move, it seemed that there was life at this moment.

A total of 142 pieces of debris, Wang Feng to extremely deep double pupil hit into one, just an odd number. Huang Huan's two pieces are swept away. After seventy-one, isn't one left?

The leader of Feilong Pavilion knows that Wang Feng has done something wrong, but he has to suffer a lot and is shocked by his means. Although he was angry and angry, he still threw a fist at Wang Feng and said, "master Zhan has a brilliant method. I admire him!" With that, he saluted the son of Huang Huan and went back to his hometown.

Wang Feng also gave a gift, arched his hand to Huang Huan, and returned to his original place.

Next, is the guess between gangzhan city and Yuhu castle.

When the wingspan Saint saw that tianamzong had won, she just wanted to say something. Suddenly, she felt a cold air engine locked her heart. She turned her head and looked around. She saw that wild was staring coldly. Suddenly, she bared her teeth and showed the sharp teeth in a big mouth.

Wingspan Saint heart cold, life will be to the mouth of the words swallow down.

"Elder sister, if you hold on to tianyinzong again, you will be responsible for the consequences..." the fragrant Saint said quietly.

"You've avenged yourself over and over again. Although there are a lot of exhibition masters, their patience is limited..." the voice of Zhenhui Saint also came along, and it was clearly introduced into the ears of wingspan saint.

"Although I watched the exhibition, the patriarch didn't say a word, but his heart had moved. If sister goes on like this, I'm afraid she will end up much worse than sister yaohuan... You can do it yourself... "

After listening to the voice of the two saints Zhenhui and Piaoxiang, the wingspan saints could not help shivering. Now she did not dare to say anything more.

The second team's guess, gang Battle City Lord and feather tiger Castle Lord is equal. After three games in a row, the winner was divided. Gangzhan city master has a better skill and finally gets the priority.

"I announce that in the first game, tianyinzong will play against Feilongge. Now, please send someone from Tian'an sect to fight in Feilong Pavilion Shake Huan son hand call sky ball, publicly said.

"Kun'er, the first battle is up to you..." Wang Feng said expectantly to Xiang Kun.

"Master, don't worry, I won't let you down!" Then he made a deep bow and strode out.

Yaohuan Shengzi worships the celestial sphere in his hand. He sees that the sphere revolves around the motionless Xiang Kun, and then flies back to yaohuan Shengzi's hand.

"Divine realm, primary!" Huang Huan's celestial sphere is shining in all directions. In the sphere, there is a silver light, flowing like a fish wandering in it.

The realm of God King is the primary realm of God; Shenzun is intermediate, and the top of Shenjing is shenhuang.

Feilong pavilion has its own opinion, so it has to send out a disciple who is also a junior of Shenjing. With the celestial sphere, all means of concealing cultivation are useless;

Moreover, even though yaohuan is willing to help each other, in front of countless monks and under Wang Feng's divine eyes, this kind of risk, as long as yaohuan is not a fool, he does not dare to take.

A disciple in red stepped out and came to the field. Said the sky ball in its body a turn, there is also a silver run in the ball, very eye-catching.

"The same realm! You two, before we start, I have the obligation to repeat the rules of the competition... "Huang Sheng Zi said to them seriously," weapons, magic weapons and other external things can only be used with the consent of the other party, and the grade should also be the same... Besides, if it's unnecessary, don't be too heavy, but if you miss it, it's reasonable, Don't pester after the event... Can you hear me clearly? "

Xiang Kun and the disciple of Feilong Pavilion looked at each other. Hearing this, he nodded at the same time.

"Well, now I announce that the contest begins!" With that, Huang Huan immediately went back to the podium and sat down.

Xiang Kun arched his hand with the man, then slightly leaned over and stretched his palm obliquely. It was just the starting style of Wuwei boxing.

Wuwei boxing was created by Wang Feng himself in the Qing and Han Dynasties when he was young. It is very mysterious and well versed in martial arts. Xiang Kun has been studying for many years, and he has come to the stage early. At this time, he is ready to fight with Wuwei boxing. He has both the sense of security and the determination to win the first battle.

Seeing this, the disciple of Feilong pavilion was about to open the shelf when he heard the voice from the master of Feilong Pavilion. He had to bow his hand and smile at Xiang Kun and say, "I'm sorry, Taoist friend. I'm not interested in fighting empty handed. Can we fight with swords?"

The leader of Feilong pavilion has a keen eye and rich experience. When he saw Xiang Kun's posture, he had a bad feeling in his heart. So he immediately sent a message to his disciple and asked him to fight each other.

Xiang Kun smell speech, turn head to come, saw Wang Feng one eye. Seeing Wang Fengwei nodding, he had no choice but to close his posture. His wrist trembled slightly, and a five foot long sword, shining blue, was held in his hand.

Huang Huan Sheng Zi shakes his head. His mind is so troublesome that he throws out the celestial sphere again.

It is said that the celestial sphere can not only accurately measure a monk's cultivation level, but also accurately assess the level of weapons and magic weapons.

"Inferior magic weapon!" With a wave of his hand, Huang Huan called the celestial sphere back and forth, so he called out lazily.

"Inferior? So bad? " The disciples of Feilong Pavilion were stunned, so they said: "I... I don't have inferior magic weapon, and the lowest one I carry is also of medium quality..."

"Grandma's, the family is rich enough..." wild and jealous, can't help but curse a, but also loud voice: "aha... If there is no inferior magic weapon, then simply give up and admit defeat, or, how about a few moves empty handed? Ha ha... "

Listening to the wild strange smile, the Lord of Feilong Pavilion couldn't help staring at him. Wildness is about to break out. Seeing that the leader of Feilong pavilion has talked with the people around him in a low voice, he has to give up.

Suddenly, the leader of the Feilong Pavilion shakes his hand and a cold training horse rolls out. A loud "choking" sound is heard. On the ground in front of the disciple of the Feilong Pavilion, there is a long sword upside down, shining with cold light and red in silver.

In his heart, the Feilong Pavilion disciples drew their swords, and yaohuan said that the celestial sphere had been swept over, circled again, and then flew back.

"Good! The ranks of magic soldiers are the same. You can start! " Huang Huan looked at the celestial sphere in his hand, nodded and said.

"Please

"Please

Xiang Kun's wrist turned over and his knife point stabbed in the distance. It seemed that he wanted to break the sky. A pathetic atmosphere filled the air in an instant, which made people feel sad. The sense of sadness and anger made people full of hatred that could not be vented!

"Big sad Dao way!"

Wang Feng nodded secretly, knowing that Xiang Kun finally had his own "Tao". The day when his Tao was perfect was the time when he was easily promoted to Taijing. Although we haven't reached the goal yet, it's common for us to go beyond the ranks to fight.

"Chi" sword Qi broke through the air. The disciple of Feilong pavilion was wrapped in a strong and pathetic atmosphere. His heart was thumping and his whole body was uncomfortable. But he had to take the lead to break the passive state, in order to gain the initiative.

A sword cuts through the void. It seems to come from outside the sky. It will arrive in the twinkling of an eye. A piece of icy murderous gas darts like a snake, and overlaps like a tide. In the dazzling cold light, thousands of sword tips, like waves and waves, come rushing!

"Broken!" Xiang Kun a deep drink, the hand of the long knife issued a light bright sweet hum. A fierce Sabre like a white rainbow, like a white dragon through the waves, marches forward bravely, carrying the invincible momentum, and goes forward abruptly!

A burst of sharp cross hit as dense as Lianzhu, all over the sky sword light disappeared in an instant, replaced by a long roar like thunder.

In spite of the protection of the fixed air hood, there was a frenzy of trembling in one side of the space, and a sharp flickering light curtain appeared around. The original shape of the fixed air hood was completely exposed.

After changing for a while, the seven colors of the light curtain disappeared and became transparent and invisible. And the two people in the competition, at this time, have been divided.

"A move?" Countless friars exclaimed softly and in unison, like a heavy thunder, resounding throughout the hall.