Chapter 225 are you jealous of him?

"Scuffle?"

When song Zhou heard this, he couldn't help but think of a flash of surprise in his eyes. He didn't think Jiang Qianyue would say that.

In fact, for his eight edged purple gold hammer, it is very suitable for group war. The more opponents there are, the stronger the power they can exert. Once the momentum is fully developed, it can penetrate the world and shock the four sides!

But song Zhou was so proud of himself that many of his disciples didn't like him. He knew that.

If you start a group war, you are likely to be besieged!

Hearing such rules, Zhao Yilong felt a move in his heart and knew that his chance had come!

Unlike song Zhou, Zhao Yi Long has a wide range of contacts and maintains good relations with many core disciples.

Once the scuffle started, his situation must be much better than that of song Zhou!

"Scuffle! Ha ha ha, this is wonderful! "

"Why is the scuffle? Is there any inside story?"

"Only in the end of the scuffle can you be a winner!"

"I bet five precious pills, elder martial brother Zhao will win!"

"Then you will surely lose! Elder martial brother song's strength is obvious to all! I bet elder martial brother song wins! "

After hearing the rules announced by Jiang Qianyue, many disciples in the five story Pavilion cheered. They were eager to watch a fight feast!

Five core disciples with the best strength, duel on the high platform, just think about it, it makes people blood boil!

"Scuffle?"

Chu Yun was about to leave when he had enough to eat and drink. After hearing such rules, he also picked up his eyebrows with great interest and decided to stay to watch the battle.

These people are all the top ten core disciples of wunianzong, with the lowest strength of Zhenwu eight. Zhao Yilong and song Zhou are even more Zhenwu ten. They only step into the existence of Xuanwu!

So five core disciples launched a battle, we can see that this is a wonderful battle!

Yang Xiaoqiao has a quiet smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes are full of expectation. Lianbu moves away from the platform.

Five core disciples stand on the platform with different eyes.

Zhao Yilong is not polite to song Zhou's four eyes. The fierce fire spreads everywhere.

"Start!"

Jiang Qianyue has a light drink. At the same time, he jumps up to the sky and walks in the air.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! "

The five majestic and extreme breath suddenly exploded, just like the five pillars of light rising from the sky, which hit the defense pattern array in the sky.

"Brush! Brush! Brush! Brush! "

Four figures from the four directions of Gaotai were killed to Songzhou. There was no communication or hesitation between them. They all wanted to defeat Songzhou first!

Song Zhou and Zhao Yilong are the most threatening, but song Zhou is arrogant and has offended many people in ordinary times, so we have no good feelings for him.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, I know!"

Song Zhou laughed wildly, as if he had expected such a situation for a long time.

The eight edged purple gold hammer in his hand released the purple light of hissing, and at the same time, his mouth roared: "what if you go together? Today I'm going to beat you in front of everyone! "

"Split hammer! King Kong breaks the bell! "

Song Zhou's hands tightly hold the handle of the hammer, activate the body's aura, and sweep towards the front. The eight edged purple and gold hammer drives the endless wild and fierce waves of Qi and waves!

Zhao Yilong frowned and leaped to avoid the storm.

As for the other three people, they didn't have such a quick reaction. They could only block the spirit of Wu in front of them. They wanted to block the powerful move of song Zhou!

"Pooh!"

Hearing a muffled sound, the disciple in front of Chong suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood. His figure was smashed out like a broken sack and fell on the ground. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

Break the defense!

His body protecting spirit can't resist the hammer of Songzhou at all. Together with the Wu soul behind him, it is also broken up by a hammer!

"Fang Xuan failed!"

"Just one move! How can senior brother Fang... "

"Too strong, that hammer is too strong!"

When many disciples saw this scene, their pupils contracted violently. They didn't expect that Fang Xuan, who was no better than several in Songzhou, could be so vulnerable. He was defeated by a hammer and was on the verge of death.

"Hiss!"

Seeing Fang Xuan like this, the other two disciples took a breath of cold air at the same time and looked at Song Zhou with incredible eyes.

"Do you really think I haven't been promoted in this period? I am now the top ten peak of Zhenwu. None of you can stop me! "

Song Zhou roared with a laugh, his feet suddenly stepped on the ground, leaped up tens of meters, raised eight edged purple and gold hammers, and roared, "burning thunder shakes eight wastelands!"

"Crackle!"

A purple lightning light suddenly fell and poured into the eight edged purple gold hammer of Songzhou. The hammer contains the power to shake the earth and the sky, and it smashed down with all its strength.

"Boom!"

The waves of destruction rolled over and covered the whole platform without dead angle, just like thunder punishment from the sky. Every inch was full of destructive atmosphere.

"Damn, how could he be so strong! Have you been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger before? "

Zhao Yilong clenched his teeth. Seeing song Zhou's continuous moves, he was more or less alarmed.

Two people are clearly in between, who can think of song Zhou suddenly burst out of strength, than he showed before a big part!

"Broken sword!"

Zhao Yilong clenched his long sword and broke his face with a point. He tore the thunder curtain in the void and got out nimbly.

"Poof!"

The two disciples who used the spirit of Wulin to resist could not bear it. Qi Qi spewed out a mouthful of blood. His body was blacked by the thunder and passed out.

"Boom!"

Song Zhou didn't give Zhao Yilong any chance to breathe. It was like a tiger going down the mountain. The eight edged purple gold hammer smashed down!

"Cut off the moon and arc!"

Zhao Yilong's breath is powerful. His long sword dances like a lotus flower. He splits a series of waves that are hard to distinguish with the naked eye. His sword Qi is continuously cut on the eight edged purple gold hammer, but it still can't stop the momentum of the huge hammer!

"Bang!"

Eight edges of purple gold hammer hit Zhao Yilong's long sword, making a sound of the majestic voice of the Jinge jiaoming.

"Click!"

Zhao Yilong's lower body fell into the ground without any sign. The power of this hammer is too great, which he can't resist at all.

"Ha ha ha ha ha, Zhao Yilong, didn't you say that I would capsize in the gutter? Come on! You'll turn me over! "

Song Zhou is very arrogant and laughs wildly. The eight edged purple gold hammer didn't have any left hands. It actually smashed at Zhao Yilong's head!

Zhao Yilong's pupil contracted violently. He had a murderous heart to Songzhou before. Is Songzhou right?

As old rivals, both want to kill each other. Now it's a good chance!

"Wind leaves grass, sunset returns to spring -- the sigh of Shuanglong!"

Zhao Yilong's eyes suddenly turned black as ink, and his spirit gathered wildly and rushed to the sky in the shape of a dragon!

"Boom!"

The high platform could not bear Zhao Yilong's aura. It was completely broken into pieces. Only two crooked Jiaolong rushed out of the ground, interweaved with each other, and collided with the eight edged purple gold hammer!

"Collapse!"

A blast rocked the void, and the sky broke like a glass. Song Zhou was pounded to the sky by the impact of the shock. His hands and five fingers were broken. The mouth of the tiger was split, and blood was dripping down the handle of the hammer.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha, have a good time!"

Although the five fingers were broken and the palms were split, the blood and Vietnam War in Songzhou became more and more intense, and the whole body was in a state of extreme excitement.

War!

Keep fighting!

Not enough!

Not at all!

"This song Zhou, a little level!"

Chu cloud looked at this scene and said lightly.

The eight edged purple gold hammers of Songzhou are of Xuan grade and eight grades. It's a good genius to put them in the superior clan. His huge hammer can pull the power of thunder and lightning, and the battle force displayed is not comparable to that of ordinary people!

If you enter the Xuanwu realm, the soul of song Zhou can show more extreme strength!

"Is that a little level? Don't brag about it, boy. It's just like you! Elder martial brother song's ruling power can definitely rank in the top five in the clan! "

One of the disciples next to him turned his mouth and gave Chu Yun a white look, sneering.

"Come on, song Zhou didn't even notice you. As for licking his ass like this?"

Wei Chen couldn't see any more. He reached out and pushed the disciple.

"Boy, wait!"

The disciple glared at Wei Shen and turned away.

"Don't worry, it's just rubbish!"

Wei Chen's face was full of disdain. Although his accomplishments were average, his background was no less than that of song Zhou. Therefore, he dared not hesitate to fight back against some disciples' provocations.

Chu Yun was a little surprised. Unexpectedly, the fat man who had just met was quite righteous!

"This song Zhou is not a thing, because of its strong martial spirit and deep background, it looks like a drag all day. God's eldest brother and his second brother have harmed many female disciples. I think he has been upset for a long time!"

Wei Chen put his arms around Chu Yun's shoulders and said with acid: "what a nice flower younger martial sister Yang is. It's going to be put on this cow dung. If I am strong enough, I have to go up and hit him all over the place! "

Chu Yun could not help laughing: "are you jealous of him?"

"I envy him? Fuck! "

Wei Shen's face sprang up as if he had been stepped on the tail suddenly, but he soon stopped and bowed his head and lost his breath: "I'm very jealous of him. Many of my favorite younger martial sisters have been harmed by him. He just can't live with me on purpose! It's just that I'm not his opponent, so I can only... "

Chu Yun smiled quietly, clapped Wei Shen on the shoulder, comforted him and said: "nothing, you are not much worse than him. You have to show your manly spirit. It's a big deal! I'm willing to cut myself and dare to pull the emperor off! "

Wei Chen's expression is gloomy: "although I am not happy with him, I have to admit that his combat power is much higher than me! His talent is beyond my reach! As time goes on, I will only be dumped further and further by him! I don't think I can get out of this tone in my whole life! "