v18 Chapter 240： Terrifying power

The fighters outside the field were panicked.

Standing on the martial arts stage, Lin Qiusheng said with a sneer, "Warriors of the Sword League, is that all you can do? Before I could help, you fell."

The woman in yellow fell under the stage of the game with a murderous look on her face. Several swordsmen guarded her.

"Lin Qiusheng, don't be arrogant. My swordsmanship is not good. This doesn't mean that other people's swordsmanship is not good. None of my swordsmen are on stage."

The woman in yellow said coldly.

"Then I will wait for your swordsman to come on stage. Whoever comes, I will beat him."

Lin Qiusheng sneered, jumped off the competition table, and fell into the iron cavalry of the Holy Alliance.

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"Huh, the Sword Alliance is just a group of clowns. When our God Alliance frees its hands, we can easily clean the Sword Alliance."

"Don't worry, the Holy Alliance will not tolerate the Sword Alliance for too long, and few patriarchs will take action." Lin Qiusheng smiled coldly. It is expected that after this game, the Holy Alliance will attack the Sword Alliance.

After all, the Sect Master also knows that the Sword Alliance is backed by the Elder Pavilion, but if the Sword Alliance is not broken, the Sect Alliance will definitely become an obstacle to the overlord of the Sect Master.

Zifeng watched this scene silently.

Due to the failure of the girl in the yellow dress, the morale of the Sword Alliance fighters was greatly reduced.

Zifeng found a secluded place and replaced him with a white dress from Jianmeng that Li Qingxuan prepared for him.

This dress was given to Zifeng by Li Qingxuan yesterday when he came to him.

Putting on the clothes, Zifeng belongs to the Sword Alliance camp.

Originally, Zifeng didn't want to expose himself to the Sword Alliance so quickly, worrying that his situation would cause trouble to the Sword Alliance.

But now that Jianmeng had already had a dispute with Shenmeng, there was no need to hide anything.

"Next time, 15th vs. 21st!"

The elders continued to shout.

"Is it my turn?" Zifeng glanced at his token.

Immediately, among the warriors of the Holy Alliance, a young warrior surrounded Lin Qiusheng and smiled: "Big Brother Lin Qiusheng, I'm leaving first."

"Junior Brother Fang, you have completed nine trainings in Xuanwu. In the tenth battlefield, there are basically no opponents except for the soldiers of our Holy Alliance."

"Go and win something beautiful."

Lin Qiusheng took a special fancy to Junior Brother Fang and asked.

"Hey, Brother Lin don't worry, I still want to meet the fighters of the Sword League and join Yang Wei as our god." Senior Brother Fang smiled faintly and jumped onto the martial arts table.

Standing on the martial arts stage, Junior Brother Fang looked calm and looked at the sword alliance fighters contemptuously.

"Damn Fang Lin, dare to despise us!" The Sword Alliance warrior had clenched his fists and was angry.

"It's Fang Lin!"

"He is also the territory of the Nine-Layer Xuanwu. Could it be that this time all the masters of Shen Meng have the Nine-Layer Xuanwu territory?"

The ending of the tenth battlefield seems to have been decided.

A group of soldiers saw Fang Lin and immediately exclaimed.

Fang Lin jumped onto the game table and yelled contemptuously: "Come up and get the number 15 trash."

brush.

A cold purple wind appeared in front of Fang Lin.

Zifeng was wearing white clothes with the word "Sword Alliance" embroidered on his sleeves, which was particularly dazzling.

Zifeng was wearing the Sword League jacket and jumped onto the competition table.

"It's a sword alliance fighter!"

"It's over. The Alliance already hates the Sword Alliance. Every warrior of the Sword Alliance on the battlefield has failed miserably. I'm afraid this time is no exception."

"I am the only one who must participate in the tournament. Fang Lin has trampled him to death, and Fang Lin is willing to let him go!"

Seeing that the soldiers seemed to have seen the ending of Zifeng, they said with regret.

"It's a soldier of our Sword League. Why haven't we met each other?"

The sword alliance warrior looked at Zifeng with a puzzled look.

"It seems that I am very lucky to meet someone from the Sword League. Very good." Fang Lin looked at Zifeng's coat and smiled:

"Your luck is very bad. When you meet me, help me. I don't want to talk nonsense with you." Zi Feng said coldly. Zifeng's face showed a cold color, and he said with thorny words.

"Hmph, Jianmeng rubbish, dare to say crazy things, watch me try to eat shit!"

A sneer was drawn at the corner of Fang Lin's mouth, and when he moved, a gust of wind swept over.

"Tiger punch!"

Fang roared, his violent fists headed towards the purple wind like a tiger coming out of a mountain.

The wind blows the clouds, crushes the air, crushes the gravel, and crushes the mountains with infinite power.

The soldiers of the Sword Alliance couldn't help closing their eyes when they saw this scene. They already had a foreboding that Zi Feng would be blown off by Fang Lin, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Haha, Junior Brother Fang Lin has perfected his Tiger Boxing. It should be easy to defeat the quarterfinals in Xuanwu."

When Lin Qiusheng saw this scene, he immediately smiled with satisfaction.

"die!"

Zifeng's eyes opened and closed suddenly, and a monstrous murderous intent erupted, like the waves of the sea were suppressing Fang Lin.

Realizing the killing intent, Fang Lin's face was full of horror, and his back unconsciously was wet with cold sweat!

Suddenly, Zifeng raised his hand and smashed it with his fist, and terrifying power brewed in his fist and smashed Fang Lin's fist.

Click!

The moment the two fists met, a harsh scream came from the corner of Fang Lin's mouth.

Fang Lin only felt that Zifeng's fist seemed to be made of steel, and his fist seemed to be tofu.

Zifeng Steel's fist directly smashed his tofu fist, causing blood to gush out.

The powerful force shattered all the bones on Fang Lin's arm, and a fist poured into Fang Lin's body, stirring his meridians!

Snowing.

After Fang Lin let out a scream, his body flew out and fell on the martial arts arena, his whole body twitched a few times, his eyes narrowed, he didn't know anyway.

"Brother Fang Lin!"

Lin Qiusheng hurried over and took the other soldiers of the Holy Alliance to help Fang Lin from the ground.

After examination, Fang Lin's right hand was completely useless, and the meridians in his body were also completely broken. Even if there is a magical elixir to repair the meridians, Fang Lin's martial arts will almost stop.

"Do you want to die?"

Lin Qiusheng was furious and yelled at Zifeng on the stage.

"Dead? All soldiers of the Holy Alliance must die today!"

Zi Feng said coldly.

"Okay, okay, when you see me in the future, I will make you uncomfortable."

"You will meet his juniors in the future, don't leave your hands behind, try your best to kill him!"