"Wow!"

The entire square was uproar again.

The beard just now is not an ordinary person, but the fifteenth master of the gas refining period, which makes the big sword in one hand, which is extremely powerful.

But I did not expect that Qin Yu just took a row of clouds and hit him down the ring, which was incredible.

Lu Tianyu's mouth was huge, her eyes stared straight at Qin Yu, and she couldn't say a word.

The same is the power of Qin Yu, which is how many times stronger than he doesn't know. It is not a dimension.

He was so miserable in the bronze man before. At first, he thought it was Qin Yu's sneak attack. Now Lu Tianyu discovered that Qin Yu was so terrifying!

Seeing Qin Yu's easy victory again, Li Hong's face was hard to see the extreme.

"No wonder you will be defeated in his hands. This surname is really strong."

He Tianxiang, who was standing at the head of Tian Leifeng's disciples, watched Qin Yu, revealing an interested expression, turned to look at a man standing next to him and said, "Master Wind, you and this Qin Yu are a group, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it, you can get it.

Be careful. "

The man named Feng Ziyang, known as Master Feng, is the elite disciple of Tian Leifeng, and is also the fifth strong of the top ten masters of Feiyun Jianpai.

Feng Ziyang is a seed player, which is assigned to Qin Yu's seventh group.

So far, Feng Ziyang has not had a hand with Qin Yu.

Fengzi Yang's mouth sketched a disdainful sneer and said:

"Compared with other disciples, he is really strong, but after all, it is just the middle of the spirit, how can it be my opponent?"

"If he meets me, there is only one end, that is the defeat."

After watching Qin Yu's game, ordinary disciples also say that, they will definitely be ridiculed.

But that's from Feng Ziyang's mouth, there is no doubt at all, as if it is righteous.

Soon, the ninth game of the seventh group began, and the referee shouted: "Zero No. 57!"

He Tianxiang looked at Fengziyang and said: "Master Feng, it's you."

Feng Ziyang nodded, and his body was slightly shook, and he saw that there was only a residual shadow left. I had already fell on the ring, as if the breeze blowing through.

"Brother Feng's good body!"

"Of course, Brother Feng is the wind and spirit root.

"The seventh group of people are really pitiful, and even the elder brother is ranked together."

"..."

After seeing the body of Feng Ziyang, Tian Leifeng and the inner door disciples made an admirable voice.

Even the female disciples of Tianxiafeng were amazed.

Jiang Zhen was looking at Feng Ziyang, who was standing on the ring, and his eyes flickered with light, saying, "This style of Feng Ziyang seems to be more vasus than three years ago, it is simply an invisible!"

Jiang Zhenru met Feng Ziyang in the ranking three years ago. He was helpless by his intangible body, and finally defeated in his hands.

Jiang Zhenru immediately turned his eyes to Qin Yu, reminded: "Brother Qin, Feng Ziyang and you are in a group. His body is not invisible, and he will appear at any time.

Be careful, ""

Qin Yu nodded and looked up at Feng Ziyang on the ring.

Feng Ziyang's body is really fast, especially the fusion of the body and his spirit root, and its speed is even more incredible.

When other people face Feng Ziyang, they may be quite afraid of his body.

However, in Qin Yu's view, Feng Ziyang's body method is not great, and it is not enough to be his opponent.

Feng Ziyang's opponent is a round -faced man, a disciple of Tianyunfeng. He made his hand to Fengziyang, and said respectfully: "Brother Feng, my name is Jin Hong, please give me a lot of advice."

Feng Ziyang's hands were carrying behind him, showing a proud and arrogant appearance, saying, "You can rest assured, I still have a shot, even if you take it."

"good!"

Jin Hong's face was solemn, his fingers flicked, a red flying sword flew from his Dantian and fell into his hand.

The moment he grabbed the flying sword, Jin Hong was in the air and stabbed the wind.

"Small!"

The moment Jin Hong held the sword to spine forward, the sword trembled slightly to transform the three sword shadows.

The three sword shadows flashed with red light, exuding sharp sword gas, and even the air was cut and fragmented.

The moment the three sword shadows appeared, the sword was rolling immediately, and the stabbing to Feng Ziyang.

"Flutter!"

Three sword shadows instantly stabbed the stroke's body, Jin Hong's face showed ecstasy, and exclaimed: "I win!"

But then his face was changed. After seeing Feng Ziyang was stabbed by a sword, there was no drop of blood, and then he saw that his body gradually faded, which turned out to be a remnant.

"This ... how is this possible?!"

Jin Hong never expected that Feng Ziyang's body was so fast, and even the most popular phantom sword was not as the speed of him.

Just when Jin Hong was shocked by Feng Ziyang's power, Feng Ziyang appeared behind him like a ghost, and waved his hand on his neck.

Jin Hong only felt a dark eyes, and then lost consciousness, and fell heavily on the floor.

The referee said quickly: "In the ninth game, Tian Leifeng Fengzi won!"

Feng Ziyang still carried his hands with both hands, shook his lower body again, and left a remnant on the ring, but I had already returned to the circle of Tian Leifeng, which was amazing.

"It's too strong, is this the strength of Brother Feng?!"

"Brother Feng hasn't taken all his strength at all, this is just his little test."

"In this way, in this session of the inner door Big Bettance, Brother Feng is likely to be among the top three!"

"..."

The disciples of Zhongtian Leifeng were deeply shocked by the stunning appearance of Feng Ziyang, and they were full of confidence in his next martial arts.

The people who were in the seventh group with Feng Ziyang showed a dignified expression. Obviously, in their opinion, Feng Ziyang was too strong, and it was not what they could deal with.

Liu Ruyan looked at Feng Ziyang so powerful, and could not help but put his sights on Qin Yu, full of worry.

Qin Yu nodded towards Liu Ruyan, signaled that she didn't have to worry about herself. He was able to deal with this Feng Ziyang.

"Wow!"

At this moment, there was a shocking sound on the square.

Qin Yu looked curiously in the direction of cheers and found that it was No. 8.

A man in a blue cultivation service standing on the fifth platform, about 27 or eight years old, his eyes were slender, his hands were behind him, and his body exuded a powerful momentum.

The feeling of Yue Ye.

Qin Yu immediately recognized it. This person was the chief disciple of Tian Leifeng, named He Tianxiang.

It is said that this He Tianxiang also has his brother named He Tianxing. He is a genius disciple of the Feiyun Sword School. Now it is a complete state of building a foundation.

Soon after using, He Tianxing will be the fourth elder of the Feiyun Sword School.

The reason why everyone exclaimed was that there was no reason that He Tianxiang hadn't shot yet, and his opponent immediately took the initiative to abandon the right to confess.

The inner gate is in progress to the present. This is the only competition that has split the victory without testing.

"He is still so strong ..."
Chapter completed!