Chapter 451

"Alas! I lost."

All the people in the Song family looked gloomy. Looking at the song Xu who was about to fall, their eyes showed unwilling emotions. Song Xu has a high reputation among the younger generation of the Song family. If he fails, it will not only make the current situation worse, but also a great blow to his confidence.

Pooh.

A mouthful of blood was directly ejected from Song Xu's mouth, and his body also flew upside down. Immediately, it fell out of the field in a slightly embarrassed way, and his breath was listless in an instant. It was obvious that he was seriously hurt.

"I said, you will lose within ten moves." in mid air, don't look for the knife and stand, and a slightly arrogant smile appeared at the corners of your mouth.

"Why do you have to work so hard, otherwise you won't be so embarrassed." Qin Feng looked at the interwoven sword rainbow and knife Mang, and sighed helplessly: "even if you do it, the Mo family has a more difficult one!"

As the voice in Qin Feng's heart fell, the suppressed Jianhong suddenly rose and broke the knife awn in an instant. Finally, in Mo Xun's slightly changed eyes, Jianhong mercilessly pierced his right arm and ejected a blood arrow.

"Forcibly enhance your strength and hide it in the sword rainbow. When I'm careless, seriously hurt me. Song Xu, your move is really good, but it still can't change anything." Mo Xun covered his arm and sneered.

"The first game, Mo Jiasheng!" a cold voice came from the referee's bench.

When the sound came out, the Mo family immediately cheered and looked at the Song family with proud eyes, which made many song children look a little ugly.

Song Xu, pale, snatched back the Song family seat, then looked at Qin Feng and said with a bitter smile, "sorry, I can only do this."

"Oh, forget it"

"You've tried your best. It's God's will. No wonder you."

"Is it true that I have run out of money in the Song family?" the elder of the Song family sighed helplessly.

The disciples were even more dim eyed and depressed. Song Xu's defeat dealt them too much blow.

"What are you sighing about? Isn't there an uncle?" the elder stared and scolded.

"Our Song family is not empty, so cheer up for me." the elder scolded, then looked at Qin Feng, and said a little sorry: "little uncle, don't be surprised."

"Elder, you're welcome." Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand. His tone was calm: "other people's neglect can only blame himself for not being strong enough."

With song Xu's defeat, he can naturally see the expression of those disciples, but he has no dissatisfaction. In the Song family, no one in the younger generation can compare with song Xu. They ignore themselves, and even some elders don't pay much attention to themselves. This is normal.

After all, they have not seen their own moves, and what they hear is only heard. Naturally, they have doubts.

"Next it's your turn to play. Be careful." Song Xu whispered.

Qin Feng nodded. He looked up and looked at the Iraqi fire that had come on stage. At this time, the latter also looked at him. In his eyes, there was a burning sense of war.

Qin Feng saw it and didn't procrastinate. With a heavy step on the soles of his feet, he flew to the platform.

"Qin Feng, this time our song family depends on you." Song Yuan held her hand tightly and whispered softly in her heart.

"Don't worry!" Song Xu patted Song Yuan on the shoulder, looked at Qin Feng and said in a low voice: "you don't know the strength of this guy. Although the Iraq fire is powerful, Qin Feng may not be able to defeat him."

Song Yuan nodded slightly. She never doubted Qin Feng's strength. But in the next eight for seven war, Qin Feng will face more difficulties without song Xu sharing some opponents.

"Yijia, Yihuo, please give me your advice." Yihuo reported a fist to Qin Feng, and a faint smile appeared on his not handsome face.

Qin Feng also smiled at each other.

"Song family, Qin Feng."

On the platform, the two figures confronted each other from a distance, releasing their strong sense of war.

Wisps of light cyan flames poured out from the body of Yihuo, like a flexible poisonous snake, swimming back and forth around it, releasing the hot temperature.

Chula!

Yihuo closed his hands, the blue flame surged, and then his palm suddenly opened. A blue long sword completely condensed by the blue flame flashed in his hand. On the long sword, wisps of flames kept beating and surging.

"Brother Qin Feng, please!"

Qin Feng took a breath and slowly held the chopping axe on his back with his palm. With a "hiss", the stone axe cut through the air and pointed obliquely to the ground. A white spiritual force rose slowly from his body. Finally, Qin Feng wrapped his whole body, and a vigorous breath spread out.

Feeling the vigorous breath rising from Qin Feng's body, Yi Huo was stunned, and the lazy color on his face gradually converged. The palm holding the blue flame long sword made a slight effort. Suddenly, the flame burst on the long sword.

At this time, the two people in the field were completely isolated from the noise of the outside world, focused and looked at each other. The spiritual power covered by their bodies was like breathing and kept spitting and shrinking.

They kept quiet almost at the same time. The light wind blew across the square and was at war!

It seems to be aware of the impending battle in the field, and the people who pay attention to the battle in the surrounding stands are also a little quiet.

The whole huge square, the other three battlefields were in full swing, but here, it was very quiet and particularly abrupt.

On the battle platform, the two smells of each winding half of the sky suddenly condensed. In an instant, people only felt that the sight in front of them was a flower, and the two lights and shadows flashed. Immediately, the golden iron symphony and sparks flashed from the center of the field.

Most people on the stand can only see the two blurred shadows of white and green in the field and the sound of tearing the air when the stone axe is waved. Then they can see the stone slabs that are constantly cracked due to the collision of spiritual power. However, even if they can't see the exact battle, they can be seen from the momentum of almost no distinction between the top and bottom, Few can deny the intensity of the battle.

In the field, Qin Feng opened and closed the axe in his hand. With the help of weight, every time he waved it, there would be a very oppressive sound. Sometimes when the spirit was full, the axe did not touch the ground, and the fierce strength crushed the floor into cracks. From now on, we can see how terrible the force was when Qin Feng waved it.

On the contrary to Qin Feng's open and close attack, Yihuo's fire sword is like a tricky soft snake. He never comes into contact with Qin Feng's sky splitting axe. If he comes into contact occasionally, he will retreat at the touch. He doesn't give the sky splitting axe a chance to pass on its strength.

The shadows in the field flashed, and the spiritual power roared fiercely. The spiritual power was trained one by one, and occasionally gushed out of the palms of the two people. Finally, the energy ripples spread together, cleaning up the sundries on the square.

"This guy has a tight defense. At the speed of my sword, he can't touch his body at all." the fire sword in his hand is struck like lightning, and the residual shadows emerge in front of him with blue spiritual power. However, no matter how fast the Iraqi fire attack is, the axe will move horizontally in an instant. With the help of extremely hard materials, it is easy to resist all the more than a dozen residual shadows.

As the war between the two sides continued, the face of Yihuo was finally completely covered by dignity. The strength shown by Qin Feng was enough for him to treat it carefully.