Chapter 475

what?

Shuanghui wants to challenge Zhuang Gaoyi!

Everyone present was stunned and stunned. An ordinary Tingwei of the Holy See wanted to challenge a great master at this time!

That's crazy!

In such a scene, even puqimai, the head of the five top great masters, was stunned. Immediately, he smiled faintly: "it's interesting that this frost Hui created momentum on the head of the great master."

"Did I hear you right? This madman wants to challenge Master Zhuang! "

In the crowd, Fu Qingqing, wearing a purple robe, stuck out his small tongue and blinked unbelievably.

Huangfu Shangyi and Liluo around him also opened their attractive ruddy mouth slightly in amazement. They knew that Shuanghui was trying to build momentum for themselves these days, but they didn't expect that this time, Shuanghui would challenge Zhuang Gaoyi!

Zhuang Gaoyi is a great master of the Holy See. If Shuanghui succeeds in the challenge, I can't imagine how much sensation it will cause.

Of course, more importantly, if even Zhuang Gaoyi is defeated by Shuanghui, Qin Yi is really miserable in the upcoming "championship" competition.

Huangfu Shangyi and Liluo looked at each other. Their eyes were full of worry.

Suddenly.

Two figures came from somewhere. In the blink of an eye, they came to the crowd. It was Zonghe, Wang Yuyu.

Zong he Wang's eyes slowly swept around, and everyone's faces were filled with shock. Even the five peaks of the Holy See, Tingwei, were very moved, and immediately smiled faintly: "good!"

That's what he needs.

It seems that it is a perfect plan to let Shuanghui challenge Zhuang Gaoyi!

There was an uproar on the whole court. All the people were shocked to the ground by Shuanghui's move.

Frost Hui stood there quietly, his whole body up and down, the vigorous inner strength of the patriarchal Road, constantly surging. He held the golden sword in his right hand, held it flat, pointed to Zhuang Gaoyi's pavilion from a distance, and didn't move. He had been in this position for a long time, because he felt that this position was quite handsome and powerful.

Since you want to build momentum, you must naturally put on the most handsome and imposing posture.

He stood there without saying a word, listening to the uproar behind him. He felt that the master's plan was really a great feat.

Suddenly.

Shua!

In Zhuang Gaoyi's pavilion, the figure of Zhuang Gaoyi rushed out, and then slowly fell to the ground. On his face, he was full of anger and disbelief. He shouted coldly: "frost, you want to challenge me?"

An ordinary Tingwei was ashamed to challenge him!

"Yes!"

Frost Hui's answer was quite simple. In his eyes, there was a crazy sense of war.

He slowly poured the mysterious Qi into the gold sword. Suddenly, the gold sword seemed to give life. Suddenly, there was a "buzzing" self trembling. He could clearly feel that at the moment when he poured the mysterious Qi into the gold sword, the crazy ghost of unknown years and months was sealed in the gold sword. He suddenly woke up, and he even heard a roar in a trance.

Then the crazy remnant soul eroded frost Hui's soul through frost Hui's right hand.

As Shuanghui's soul was eroded by the ancient crazy ghost, his eyes became red like bloodthirsty beasts. At the same time, a crazy breath was released from him.

"Shuang Hui, I know you're building momentum for yourself, and you've been crazy challenging everywhere these days. Indeed, you've made some movements in the Holy See, but you actually chose to challenge me. I don't know the greatness of heaven and earth!"

Zhuang Gaoyi's face was livid, and he shouted coldly. As a great master, a Tingwei challenged him. He had to fight. If he didn't fight, he would have something to say in the holy see that he despised Tingwei.

As he surged the mysterious Qi in his body, the gray robe on his body suddenly swelled up. He was very angry and said coldly, "since you want to challenge me, come on!"

"Very good!"

Frost Hui nodded slowly. In his red eyes, the meaning of madness became stronger and stronger!

The next moment.

"Boom!"

The soles of Shuanghui's feet suddenly kicked on the ground, and the whole earth shook suddenly. Then Shuanghui turned into a huge golden stream, carrying a golden sword and shot at Zhuang Gaoyi.

"Crazy eight moves - the first move!"

What he did was still this crazy set of martial arts. When he split it with a sword, the blade was startling. The crazy sword Qi was raging in the audience in an instant.

"Burning hands!"

The furious Zhuang Gaoyi also suddenly played out his martial arts major. On his palm, a steaming flame suddenly burned. He clapped it with one palm. Even if it was condensed into a huge flame palm print, it was hard to beat it towards the frost Hui.

That momentum directly suppressed Shuanghui's crazy eight moves.

Although Zhuang Gaoyi was a great master in the Kyushu Holy See, most of the people present had never seen him do it. At this time, they felt the power of the burning hand. Everyone was surprised. They were worthy of being a great master. It was amazing!

Even those senior Tingwei or grand master who had seen him act were slightly moved: Zhuang Gaoyi's strength has improved!

But Zong he Wang in the crowd frowned gently. In his eyes, a look of worry flashed vaguely. Zhuang Gaoyi's strength was somewhat unexpected.

"Don't worry, even if Shuanghui's challenge fails, it's normal. It won't affect the momentum he's trying to create in these days."

On one side, Song Yu Wang patted Zong and Wang on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"That's true." Zong and Wang Shihuai smiled.

On the battlefield.

As a great master, Zhuang Gaoyi naturally has extraordinary combat power. His burning hand keeps shooting. With each palm, his power will double. For a moment, he directly suppressed Shuanghui.

"Crazy eight moves - the second move!"

"Crazy eight - the third!"

"Crazy eight - the fourth!"

The frost glow was oppressed, the red eyes were round, the eyes were open, the black hair stood up, and the mouth roared like a beast.

At this time, his face was pale. There was a touch of blood on the corner of his mouth. It was also stained with blood everywhere. It looked a little tragic. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

After Shuang Hui obtained the golden sword, coupled with the crazy eight styles taught to him by song Yuwang, his strength soared to a new level, but there seems to be some gap compared with a great master of the Holy See.

However, Shuanghui, who has completely entered the crazy state, although it is full of dangers, shows quite tenacious. He constantly displays the crazy eight moves to fight Zhuang Gaoyi.

"Hum, all said, challenge me, boy, you are too young to know heaven and earth!"

Zhuang Gaoyi's clothes made a sound of hunting, and his face was very blue. On his right palm, the flame was burning, and even the sound of explosion came faintly, just like the fire of hell. He could see the ting Wei watching the war around, and his scalp was numb.

"Burning hand - the seventh hand!"

Zhuang Gaoyi suddenly drank coldly and poured all his anger into his right palm. With a beat, a huge flame palm print two feet wide roared away towards the frost in front.

"Peng!"

The huge palm print burning the flame suddenly patted Shuanghui's body. Shuanghui only felt that there was a huge flame in front of him. The next moment, his body suddenly flew out and fell dozens of pieces away. There were already signs of cracking on his body.

Everyone around was shocked!

Shuanghui is strong, but the gap between Shuanghui and Zhuang Gaoyi is still quite obvious.

"Frost glow!"

Zong he Wang in the crowd was about to rush forward with a cry of surprise, but the king of Song Yu beside him grabbed him. Zong he Wang had to stop and look at the king of Song Yu with confused eyes.

"Wait and see."

The Jade King of song smiled faintly and didn't say much.

Zong and the king were more and more confused.

"Patter!"“ Patter! "

Zhuang Gaoyi went to Shuanghui step by step. Every step, the space around him was a violent twist, and his whole body was full of unparalleled momentum.

He looked gloomy and terrible, like a god of death, went to Shuanghui. The words spitting out from his mouth and the cold blood solidified in an instant: "Shuanghui, let me tell you what is great!"

The boy challenged him unscrupulously in front of the whole holy see. He must let him taste the taste of heartbreak.

But right now.

After a moment of silence, the muscles of the whole body suddenly twisted strangely, striking the eyes and startling the heart.

An extreme violent spirit suddenly appeared from his body. It was terrible to the extreme. The hearts of the audience around him could not help but burst into a chill.

In a trance, they felt that the frost glow at this time was like a forever madman coming here.

Huh?

Zhuang Gaoyi frowned slightly and couldn't help but stop his steps. His face became dignified. He was keenly aware that Shuanghui suddenly became extremely dangerous.

"Roar!"

Frost Hui suddenly gave a roar. It's true. At this time, his voice has been completely animal.

"Crazy eight - the seventh!"

At the next moment, he jumped up suddenly, and the whole person turned into a golden stream awn. He went up against the sky, holding a two meter long golden giant sword and chopped it down. On the blade of the golden giant sword, he chopped a golden sword awn that was five feet long, dazzling, and cleaved to Zhuang Gaoyi below.

Zhuang Gaoyi was stunned, his body shook rapidly, turned into a residual shadow and flew out obliquely.

The huge golden sword split on the ground and directly cut a huge sword mark several feet deep on the ground.

"Crazy eight - the eighth!"