Chapter 713

Feng Wujiang's body shook slightly, laughed and waved the golden long stick in his hand. The golden long stick suddenly changed and suddenly became very red, as if it were an iron bar just pulled out of the carbon furnace.

The temperature around suddenly increased. I don't know how many times. People suddenly felt like they were by the lake of volcanic magma. The exposed skin suddenly lost all the water, and their body seemed to be a circle smaller out of thin air.

In a trance, everyone saw a red sun falling slowly in the sky, and the falling direction was in the martial arts field.

Han Qiuyang's face was very dignified. The sound of his fingers flicking the sword body was like a rainstorm.

"Zheng!"

I don't know when, a crisp sword sound sounded. The sword sound was like a pattering rain in the heat and cold, giving people a cool feeling.

"Brother Feng is incomparably brave. His flesh, soul and spiritual power are more powerful than ever. I'm not an opponent!" Han Qiuyang breathed out gently and said in a voice, "but I still want to take this blow, not for victory or defeat, not for life and death, but to test my sword way! Falling waves!"

His bouncing fingers suddenly stopped, and a huge water curtain suddenly rose between heaven and earth. The water curtain rose into towering waves, rolling waves and overlapping waves!

Thirty six waves piled up one after another, making a terrible sound of earth shaking. The sound almost broke through the heaven and earth, and the whole heaven and earth began to tremble violently.

"Alas! What a pity! A peerless genius!" the old servant looked at the waves that hit the red sun against the attack and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

"What's the matter, master?" the child asked softly.

"Dong!"

A huge sound shook the sky.

At this moment, everyone only felt the reversal of heaven and earth and the fall of the sun and moon. It was not in the wa palace, but in a scene of doomsday.

At the next moment, people saw the terrible result of the collision between the two. The towering waves were turned back by the impact, and the red sun was also knocked out and hit the windless body.

"Poof!"

The wind flew upside down and hit the seal barrier of the martial arts field. His body slipped and his seven orifices were bleeding.

However, his eyes were wide open at this time. He looked at Han Qiuyang not far away, showing a trace of loss and regret, as well as a touch of loneliness.

The 36 superimposed waves that rolled back fell on Han Qiuyang's body with a bang.

Han Qiuyang did not dodge, let alone panic, but was so calm and right.

People looked at his eyes and flashed a light of hope, but at the next moment, Han Qiuyang's body suddenly turned into a blood mist.

The sword in his hand gave a gentle whine, like a cuckoo crying blood.

"Pa!"

At the next moment, it broke directly to the ground!

"Good man! Good sword!" the sword drifted and moved. He came to the martial arts arena, bowed deeply to the blood mist and the broken sword on the ground, and then waved his sleeve to put them away together, "I'm going to bury them in the sword grave in my ten thousand sword area!"

This sentence seems to explain, but also seems to be talking to yourself.

"Ah! What a pity! What a pity! What's wrong with a man who has to make such a stupid decision?" Zhao Yuande sighed gently. Although he said so, his heart is another taste. He has never admired his peers, but this Han Qiuyang gave him a heart of admiration!

Although Feng Wujiang was injured by the terrible impact, it was not as serious as everyone thought. He was a little lost and remorseful. He slowly walked out of the martial arts field with the long golden stick in his hand.

"Can I worship him later?" Feng boundless looked at the sword.

"Yes!" the words of the sword were simple, but the man didn't stop and slowly returned to his position.

"Let's start on the seventh!" there was a trace of regret in the child's voice.

The two No. 7 went to the martial arts field. Although they were very strong and tried their best to fight, they were covered up by the glory of the previous war. Finally, they lost the courage to fight and both announced to give up the game.

The situation of the two No. 8 was similar. Although they were also fully engaged in the battle, they couldn't arouse people's interest. However, they were not as peaceful as the previous pair. Finally, they killed the ground red with blood. The last woman named Feng Tianjiao won the victory, but she was also black and blue and gave up her qualification to continue the battle.

However, as soon as the two No. 9 came on, everyone's eyes showed excitement, because there was the dark rain they had been looking forward to for a long time!

Ming Yu's face was cold, and her whole body exuded a sharp cutting spirit. Her steps were steady, and every step seemed to step on the rhythm of people's heart beating, which made people feel an inexplicable sense of depression.

Her opponent is a man in a green shirt. It seems ordinary, but there is a touch of pride.

However, the man in green shirt is obviously not the opponent of Ming Yu. He hesitated outside the martial arts practice for a long time, and finally shook his head and sighed.

"Don't compare, I admit defeat!" when he said this, a trace of decline appeared on the man's face.

Unlike some people, he can fight without fear, regardless of life and death, but others can't.

He is the only child of the family. If he dies here, the family will be over!

So he can only play steadily. Although he wants to fight with Mingyu, what's the difference?

But this dark rain fight never left a living mouth. He couldn't guarantee that he could escape from the other party alive.

Ming Yu was neither disappointed nor angry. He just glanced at the man in green shirt lightly, and there was disdain in his eyes.

Finally, everyone's eyes turned to Zhao Yuande and the rest.

Zhao Yuande also looked at the man. A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in his eyes. The other party was a woman in red. It was very cold. Even if it was cold, he felt a trace of cold in his heart.

"Frozen, the saint of ice and snow, the realm of six heavenly kings, the reincarnation of snow God..."

oh It turned out to be the reincarnation of a snow God. This guy doesn't look easy to deal with.

Zhao Yuande looked at each other and thought to himself. He didn't know what kind of terrible cards the other party had?

"Let's go! Play a war in the martial arts field!" Bingfeng looked at Zhao Yuande with high morale in his eyes and pointed to the martial arts field.

"Ha ha! As the girl wishes!" Zhao Yuande smiled and strode to the martial arts arena.

Two people stood opposite each other in the martial arts arena, but they didn't do it directly. They just looked at each other quietly.

At this time, many people looked at the two and began to wonder whether Zhao Yuande could defeat each other.