Doomsday Sanctuary

Di Ping didn't answer, he touched his nose in embarrassment. The look in Lan Ruoyu's eyes just now seemed to be seen by Liu Bingyu.

Yes, he gave Lan Ruoyu this martial skill, and he also gave Lan Ruoyu the cultivation technique.

Others were worried just now, but he was not worried. First, he knew that Lan Ruoyu's strength was much higher than Jiang Fei, and he had confidence in the cultivation methods and martial skills he gave Lan Ruoyu.

Sometimes your strength is not leveled by a sneak attack, and you will never understand until that level. There is no sneak attack, only the strength is ineffective.

Jiang Fei's strength reached Tier 2 and Tier 8, and his strength was reasonable, but he was far behind in terms of potential, talent, or martial skills, Lan Ruoyu was too far away.

So his defeat is inevitable!

On the other side of the arena, Qing Feng just leaped up. He didn't expect that Barcelona would suddenly launch his talent skills. With the energy erupting at his feet like a volcano, Qing Feng couldn't avoid it anymore.

"Sword Qi Shield!"

He suddenly shouted, and the sword in his hand slammed out, unexpectedly forming an arc sword and shield in front of the sword.

boom! The cracked stone soared into the sky like an earth dragon and hit the sword air shield. The sword air shield instantly shattered, and the powerful force shook the breeze more than ten meters away.

"Strike the world!"

At this moment, Barcelona roared and jumped several tens of meters away, and the mace in his hand smashed towards the breeze.

Qingfengren saw the mace hitting down in the air, and felt the violent power, his face changed, and he didn't care that the chest of Dilongbo Zhen was stuffy, and he hurriedly pointed out a sword.

"Sword swing!"

The sword appeared like a snake, and it suddenly hit the mace.

when! There was a scream, sparks flew everywhere, and the long sword was bent like a willow branch by a powerful force, Boom! The long sword straightened, and Qingfeng swiftly rotated in the air and flew backwards.

"Run there!" Barcelona's fighting consciousness is extremely strong and slow, watching Qingfeng take advantage of how he is willing to swing away, he roars, his body rushes out, and catches Qingfeng.

"You come down to me...hoo!" The mace in his hand swept towards Qingfeng with the sound of the wind, and Qingfeng didn't expect Barcelona to react so quickly and hurriedly blocked the sword to block it.

when! The long sword was smashed and bent, and the mace hit Qingfeng's chest armor. Suddenly Qingfeng seemed to be broken. The kite was smashed out dozens of meters away. As soon as the person fell on the ground, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and Qingfeng's face turned pale. , The breastplate was smashed and changed its shape, with several wolf teeth marks on it.

"Boy, let's watch you go there!"

Until now, with hundreds of attacks, Barcelona had been panting for a long time, and finally hurt Qingfeng. He was willing to give up. He took a breath and rushed up again with a roar, sweeping with a mace in his hand.

"Floating light and glimpses!"

The blood on Qingfeng's mouth could not be wiped, and with a low drink, his body turned into a light and shadow, passing by the mace, a muffled hum sounded in the air.

When Qingfeng appeared thirty meters away, his right muscle armor had been torn, revealing a piece of skin, and three blood-red wounds seemed to be scratched by wolf claws.

"kill!"

There was joy in Barcelona's eyes, and he stepped out to catch up again.

Qingfeng turned around and took out his sword, fought with it, stepping on the sky, like a dexterous swallow, spinning around Barcelona, ​​the long sword in his hand may be picked, or swung, or swayed, and the sword technique is erratic, but it does not head-on with Barcelona.

Qingfeng's state was extremely poor, the blood almost stained his right body red, and his face was extremely pale, but he still supported it firmly.

At this time, many viewers started to cheer for Qingfeng. Anyone with a little eye can tell that he has reached the limit and is supporting it entirely with a force.

"Sister Shen, can Dao Master Qingfeng win with your eyes?"

During the live broadcast, Tian Yu asked Shen Manshu with a worried look.

Shen Manshu shook his head and said: "It's hard to say that both of them have reached their limit. Then Barcelona's footsteps are beginning to be unstable. Now what is fighting is the will, and see who persists to the end!"

"Qingfeng will definitely win, this big stupid bear is about to die!"

"Yes, do you see him panting like a big wolf dog!"

"Haha...Don't say it really looks like, I have to keep a copy as a memory!"

On the barrage, there are everything, some teasing, some scolding, all supporting Qingfeng, but there are also rational people.

"The result is hard to say. Qingfeng was injured and bleeds too much. If Barcelona can stop, don't chase it hard. Qingfeng is completely exhausted!"

By this time, many of the stands were over long ago, and the big masters that Di Ping had been optimistic about before ended up as early as Lan Ruoyu.

Even Feng Lingzi had already defeated his opponent and looked at Qingfeng's ring with worry.

"Boy, don't run, just know what it is to hide, come and fight Grandpa Barcelona for three hundred rounds!" Barcelona once again missed a blow, panting, while waving a mace, angrily chasing the breeze.

"Good! As you wish, Lingyan turns around!"

Suddenly, the breeze screamed, and the swept body suddenly turned back like a swallow, and rushed towards Barcelona, ​​as fast as a gust of wind, with a long sword in his hand like a cold star.