Chapter 743

Keng!

When the knives and sticks collided, Wang Xiaohua's evil spirit ran wild. Instead of retreating, he pressed Zheng Feiyue to fight.

The knife light swept through.

Wang Xiaohua uses the thirteen moves of evil sabres to cut to the key of Zheng Feiyue.

With the sharpness of the knife, unless Zheng Feiyue is in the body, it will be a clean break.

But Zheng Feiyue also killed his red eyes. With the long golden stick in his hand, he attacked and killed like a crazy devil, regardless of his own safety.

Those who despise Zheng Feiyue almost lose their chin at the moment.

Li Wanqing stared at Zheng Feiyue and said, "how can you be so brave?"

Zhao Yun said with a smile, "he climbed out of the sea of corpses and blood, fearless of all enemies."

Li Wanqing was speechless.

At this moment, she really looked at Zheng Feiyue with new eyes.

Between the fields.

Wang Xiaohua is as mad as a devil. He doesn't want to leave his hand with his long knife.

One characteristic of the thirteen evil sabres is that the longer they are used, the more ferocious the momentum is. The power will be accumulated continuously, and finally reach a terrible level.

Brush!

The light of the knife has become a curtain. Wang Xiaohua's momentum and intention of the knife have climbed to the top. Each knife can split the space into ripples, making the scalp numb.

"Die!"

Wang Xiaohua roared with all her strength. The light of the knife set off the afterimage of the Tao and cleaved heavily to Zheng Feiyue.

Zheng Feiyue roared, and the magic pattern in the center of his eyebrows flickered. On the golden long staff, the simple and complicated patterns suddenly lit up, and a strange wave flickered.

"It's breaking the law, it's the effect of breaking the law!"

Master Mingqi suddenly roared. He knew the array he carved best.

Such is the case.

Zheng Feiyue started the effect of breaking the method in the golden long staff. At the same time, he also used the strongest move he has mastered at present, giving up the word formula!

With the whole body strength and spirit pouring out, Zheng Feiyue came to the mysterious ethereal state again, and the long staff swept out of his hand.

The knives and sticks collided, and there was no sound for a moment.

But in a flash, a roar that can deafen everyone's ears sounded.

Boom!

The land where they were located seemed to have been bombarded by nuclear missiles and sent out an amazing explosion.

The earth cracked.

The thick and thin cracks in the arms extend outward like spider webs to the feet of the spectators.

The crowd retreated and looked in horror at the front of the battle.

Smoke everywhere.

No one knows what's going on inside, let alone who wins and who loses.

Qian wangsun swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in horror: "such a degree of collision, even if it is a monk in the period of Taoist unity, is it just so?"

The representative of the evil god sect looked very ugly and murmured, "the little Lord will win."

Although Qian wangsun didn't know the result, he didn't know why. He always felt that Zheng Feiyue would not lose.

This confidence is strange. I feel that brother Zheng has abused me thousands of times. I treat brother Zheng like first love.

Li Wanqing couldn't see through the scene in the smoke, so she looked at Zhao Yun and asked, "who do you think will win?"

Zhao Yun smiled.

This question is nonsense. The boss won't lose.

Li Wanqing got the answer from Zhao Yun's confident smile and shook her head slightly: "although today's Zheng Feiyue impressed me, I'm still more optimistic about Wang Xiaohua."

The people of the seven sects have their own views.

As for other casual practices, most of them were still immersed in the amazing collision just now, and their minds were occupied by the vocabulary of "cow force", "fierce", "the first person in the world of harmony" and so on.

I don't know who shouted "smoke scattered"!

They hurriedly looked, and sure enough, the smoke and dust had dispersed, and the two opposite figures were looking at each other at a very close distance.

One is expressionless, and the other is expressionless.

A riot broke out in the audience.

To be fair, with such a close distance and such a calm attitude, no one would have thought that they had just experienced a duel unless the surrounding land was cracked and in a mess.

Neither of the two parties spoke.

The scene was silent.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Xiaohua suddenly opened her mouth and couldn't hear too much waves in her voice: "why did my adoptive father teach you to give up the word formula instead of me?"

"Because you are afraid of death," Zheng Feiyue said faintly.

Wang Xiaohua frowned tightly and seemed to want to refute, but the words stopped at her mouth and showed a bitter smile: "sure enough, my adoptive father knows me best in the world."

Zheng Feiyue: "if you hadn't left a part to protect yourself just now, you wouldn't know whether to win or lose."

"But I don't accept it. If I can give up the word formula, it must be me who wins." Wang Xiaohua's face showed reluctance.

Zheng Feiyue frowned: "I don't teach you because you can't learn. It has nothing to do with our duel. What are you unconvinced?"

"I just refuse!"

Wang Xiaohua roared.

Zheng Feiyue was too lazy to argue with such an orphan character and said coldly, "I'm willing to admit defeat. From now on, you can't use the eight pole mystery."

Wang Xiaohua's mouth trembled. Finally, he said ruthlessly, "don't use it!"

Because he had made a heart demon oath before, Zheng Feiyue not only broke the oath of heart Wang Xiaohua, but also didn't intend to be promoted to the state of harmony in his life.

"Today's outcome is divided. Don't shout in front of me in the future, otherwise I'll hit you once!" Zheng Feiyue shouted.

Wang Xiaohua took a deep breath, turned and left.

a step.

Two steps.

The third step was taken, but it didn't fall yet.

Poop.

Wang Xiaohua fell to the ground and held the knife in her hand before she was unconscious.

There was an uproar.

The people of the evil god sect reacted very quickly, plundered to Wang Xiaohua, lifted them up and stuffed all kinds of life-saving pills into them.

After some tossing.

Wang Xiaohua woke up and looked at the sky.

"Little Lord!"

The representative of the evil god sect looked worried.

Who in the world doesn't know that Wang Xiaohua is arrogant?

It can be said that Wang Xiaohua has never suffered such a disastrous defeat since she began to practice Taoism.

Countless people watch the battle of destiny.

For any friar, this is a disgrace that can be remembered for a lifetime.

Considering the extreme character of the little Lord, the representative of the evil god sect really worried that the little Lord would never recover.

For a monk who is about to be promoted to the realm of harmony, the destruction of this mentality is very fatal, and even will ruin the future of a genius!

The audience also looked up.

Some people who have no side even secretly pray that Wang Xiaohua will be abolished.

Wang Xiaohua let those people down.

He was lying in the arms of the representative of the evil god sect. Two lines of tears overflowed from his eyes, but he said something that shocked the whole audience.

"I want to be strong. Take me to the evil god!"

The representative of the evil god sect nodded repeatedly, picked up Wang Xiaohua and left in the direction of the evil god sect.

They watched them leave, and then looked at Zheng Feiyue.

Zheng Feiyue held up the long golden stick that almost blinded everyone's eyes, made it public, showed the winner's posture incisively and vividly, and roared, "tell me, who is the first person in the world of harmony?"

The scene boils instantly.

At this moment, whether sincere or false, everyone is shouting Zheng Feiyue's name!

He is the first person in the world. He deserves his name!