Chapter 485

It has to be said that he has completely entered the crazy state. He has amazing physical defense. He can still stand up even after being subjected to the three types of "seven types of demons".

"Let me fall!"

In the roar, Shuanghui held the broken sword and killed Qin Yi crazily, just like a savage, with messy long hair and ragged clothes.

"Boom!"“ Boom

His steps were like ten thousand feet. Every step he took made a loud noise, as if the challenge arena built of ebony was going to be crushed by his foot.

Looking at the young man standing there proudly in front, Shuanghui's bloodthirsty eyes burst open, even his eyes were opened with canthus, and blood flowed from the corners of his eyes.

There is no adjective that can describe him. At the moment, his crazy heart and all the images that had been oppressed are in his mind. One by one, he just feels that his chest is to be directly burst by crazy emotions.

At the moment, he had only one idea, that is, with the broken sword in his hand, he would chop the boy in front of him into pieces.

"Roar!"“ Roar! "

Frost Hui's mouth sent out a wild beast like roar.

"The boy of common indignation, make me history!"

Still ten feet away, the soles of his feet suddenly kicked on the challenge arena, and the whole person burst out, jumping like an eagle to the young man in front. Then, he raised the broken sword high with both hands. His hands clenched the broken sword, burst out terrible green tendons, and poured all his strength into the sword.

With this sword, the boy who was angry with people and gods was completely torn to pieces. All his actions have become history since then!

This sword is about to divide the world into two. The endless sword is as dazzling as a sun.

Still several feet away, the majestic sword spirit rushed towards the young man in front like a towering wave.

The young man always stood still, hunting in his clothes, all his black hair back, his eyes as cold as the blade were slightly frozen, looked up slightly, and quietly watched the dazzling broken sword.

All the people on the field looked at this magnificent sword with their mouths open. Their minds were blank.

However——

"Seven forms of heavenly demons - the fourth form!"

Qin Yi's voice was like a magic sound from hell. Hearing people's soul, it was an uncontrollable tremor.

His right hand is behind him, and the action of facing is very simple, that is, just a beat of his left hand.

"Hoo..."

Zhang Kuan's left hand of the heavenly devil once again met the frost glow coming from the direct attack. The trace of ancient magic spirit lingered, ancient and mysterious, which seemed to contain many unknown legends.

In a trance, the endless time and space were broken when they touched the left hand of the demon.

The frost Hui, who held the broken sword and killed Qin Yi wildly, saw the dark giant palm and savage body suddenly stagnated, and the corners of his mouth gently smoked. The crazy eyes like bloodthirsty beasts suddenly flashed a thick sense of fear.

At this moment, his soul trembled uncontrollably!

"Peng!"

With this loud noise, all the people watching the battle under the challenge arena could not help but tremble violently.

On the challenge arena.

Before Shuanghui could make any response, the dark devil's hand with a width of 30 feet had slapped him hard. The golden broken sword held by his hands suddenly became smashed and fell on the challenge arena.

meanwhile.

Inside Shuanghui's body, there was a "pa pa" sound, all his bones were broken, and he suddenly became soft, flew out and fell under the challenge arena.

After this clap, Qin Yi's left hand quickly returned to normal.

A tall and handsome young man stands proudly on the challenge arena like an invincible God of war.

Overlooking the ground, frost Hui was dying. In the eyes of the young man, there was still a sense of war. The words spit out from his mouth were like the judgment of the God of death: "frost Hui, you, defeat!"

Frost, defeat!

The young man's words, in fact, are not big, but they are thunderous to everyone!

The whole huge martial arts arena, like a cemetery, was silent, and there was not even a breath.

All the people stood there stunned, like a wooden bird.

The whole world is still at this moment

"Illusion, this world is full of illusion..."

After a while, a careful voice broke the silence on the court.

The speaker was Fu Qingqing, who was very familiar with Qin Yi. She looked at the dying frost Hui under the challenge arena, and at the young man standing proudly on the challenge arena. She blinked with incredible strength.

"Ha ha ha!"

Then, a very comfortable long laugh burst out in the crowd, but it was the silver haired dragon Yan. He was full of energy and laughed loudly: "Qin Yi, you are so handsome and well done! You bastards who are always looking forward to Shuanghui killing Qin Yi in this' championship 'game. Is it heartbreaking for you to know the situation so well now? Ha ha ha! "

Long Yan is naturally straightforward and has no taboos. Even if the five top masters of the holy see are present, he doesn't care and teases happily.

"Ha ha..."

"Hee hee..."

Yang Shiqi, Huang Fu Shangyi, Li Luo, Fu Qingqing and others were extremely happy, especially Yang Shiqi and Huang Fu Shangyi.

Before the game, they were worried all the time that Qin Yi would be killed by Shuanghui in the "championship" game.

When they saw Qin Yi dodge Shuanghui's crazy eight forms, they were relieved. It seemed unrealistic that Shuanghui wanted to kill Qin Yi.

But now, with an invincible posture, Qin Yi slapped Shuanghui down the challenge arena and successfully promoted him!

Other people, at this time, also returned to God, with different faces, shock, disbelief, anger and shame.

There is a fourth form in the seven forms of demons by the boy who is angry with both man and God!

In the last "winning" competition, when Qin Yi confronted Yu Yu, there were only three styles. Why did the boy play a more powerful fourth style at the moment?

Is it true that the young man didn't do his best in the duel with Yu Yu in the "winning" competition?

Almost everyone had such an idea in their hearts.

If so, the boy is really terrible.

"In the duel between Shuanghui and Qin Yi, Shuanghui was defeated and eliminated. Qin Yi was promoted to the 'position winning' competition!"

After giving Qin Yi a meaningful look, Wei Chi Huai of the general affairs hall announced loudly.

There was a loud noise like waves on the whole field.

The crowd looked at the young man in the challenge arena and had mixed feelings. The young man had entered the Kyushu holy see for less than two years, and his accomplishments were only good enough to break through the middle of the five realms of the patriarchal clan. However, in this "winning" competition, he was an opponent like Lian Shuanghui, who was a strong loser.

No one knows how he did it.

At this time, even the Daohe king, the head of the five top great masters, looked at the young man standing proudly on the challenge arena and felt that the young man was unattainable!

"Frost glow!"

A cold drink came.

At the top of the slope, Zong and Wang rushed away towards Shuanghui who was still lying on the ground. In the blink of an eye, they came to Shuanghui and picked him up.

The bones of Shuanghui's whole body have been broken and lie soft in Zong he Wang's arms. There is no blood on his face. Life is rapidly pulling away from him.

Without saying a word, Zong and Wang quickly took out a high-quality healing pill from their arms and stuffed it into Shuanghui's mouth. Immediately, they gently pressed their palms against their backs, surging the mysterious Qi in their body. The powerful mysterious Qi was slowly injected into Shuanghui's body through Zong and Wang's hands, recovering Shuanghui's injury little by little.

After a while, Shuanghui's face looked a little better.

It seems that Shuanghui's life has been saved, but it is impossible to recover completely without a few years.

Even if it recovers, it is very likely that it will become a disabled person from now on.

"Qin Yi, you are very good. I want to challenge you. Do you dare to promise?"

Zong he Wang put down Shuanghui and looked at Qin Yi. There was a faint smile on his face. However, there was a touch of extreme cruelty in his eyes.

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar on the whole field.

Zong he Wang, as a great master and one of the top five great masters in the Holy See, took the initiative to challenge Qin Yi!

In such a scene, even the Daohe king, who is the head of the five peak masters, has an incredible look on his face.

"Zong he Wang, what do you mean? As the Supreme Master of the Holy See, you challenge Qin Yi!"

A soft drink sounded from the crowd. It was the memory of Huang Fu, Qin Yi's master. Her face was like frost and her eyes were like a sharp sword, which seemed to pierce Zong and Wang's heart.

"Tut Tut, Zong he Wang, you are shameless. As one of the five top masters, you challenge a new Tingwei!"

The slender king in red robe, after being stunned, also lightly smacked his mouth. There was an obvious color of contempt in his foxy eyes.

Zong he and the king were unmoved. Their gloomy eyes always looked at the young man in front of them. Their two disciples were planted in the hands of the boy who was angry with both men and God. How could he swallow this tone.

At this time, he can no longer care about his status. He just wants to abolish the tall and straight youth in front of him, so that he can get out of this evil spirit.