Evil Wang Pampers His Ghost Doctor Fei

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Chapter 1792 Ghost Swords

Under the unbelievable eyes of all, Mu Qianxi has embarked on the first level of the competition.

Wang Xiong disdainfully pointed to Mu Qianxi: "The martial arts tower of the singer tower came up, so it is not allowed to admit defeat without fighting, but I am very happy to have ten consecutive victories today, so I will be happy with you. It’s best to know a woman’s mercy.”

Mu Qianxi was very indifferent, and she said to her, "I can sorry to tell you that you can't win ten games today."

Everyone was shocked to see Mu Qian, this purple woman has a stunning position, if the stars, if the skin is fat, calm and yet noble, like the genius cultivated by the big forces.

Such people seem to be not the calm and restrained in their imagination, but the arrogance with debauchery.

"What do you say? Say it again?" Mu Qianxi did not give him face in public, Wang Xiong frowned, this angry appearance, the little girl with a weak temper will be scared and crying by him.

Mu Qian said: "Don't waste time, you can start!"

The host is ready, and the tenth game of Wang Xiong is announced by the official business.

Wang Xiong’s spiritual power was released, and his momentum was compelling. He said with anger: “I wanted to leave my heart, but you are so ignorant. It seems that it’s not good to leave a few blood in your body.”

With a big hand, a big knife with Wang Xiong’s tall figure appeared.

If this big knife gives the machete a **** mouth, then the wound is so scary!

"Wang Xiong is really coming, it is a pity." It is like a pity.

Wang Xiong moved, just like a tiger coming out of the mountain, it was unstoppable, and the big knife swept over with the weight of the thousand mountains.

Seeing that Muqian wants blood to splash on the spot, some people can't bear to watch it.

Staring at the people watching on the stage, Mu Qian’s disappeared.

"Disappeared, what is this spiritual skill?"

"The wind element spirits, this little girl is a wind element spirit."

"The wind element of such a fast speed, how strong this strength! Fengfeng Lingdi? Wang Xiong this is to plant."

The speed at which Mu Qianxi disappeared was too fast, and they did not realize how high the strength of Mu Qianyi was.

The strength of Mu Qian’s presiding is known. He scanned the information of the Xingji Tower and he scanned it. Where is the strength of Fengfeng Lingdi?

The sixth-order spirit is so perverted, hell!

The target of the attack disappeared in front of him at once, and Wang Xiong was shocked. He finally understood that he was looking down on his opponent.

But when he reacted, an icy jade fan hit his neck at this time.

He violently jumped on his hands and clenched his big knife but did not dare to act.

It all happened too quickly, and it was almost a breath to decide the outcome.

Wang Xiong stared at the girl in front of her eyes, and the pair of dark scorpions had a cold chill.

Mu Qiang’s cold voice: "Well! You can't do it without leaving a **** mouth on me, but can I let you try?"

"The wind is locked!"

In an instant, Wang Xin felt cold and violently violent around the wind.

"what!"

Wang Xiong shouted in pain, and the countless wind blades in the blink of an eye had left countless deep visible bone wounds on him. He fell to the ground with blood.

At this time, the purple figure was far away from him, and there was no blood on his body.

"Fast speed, good spirit."

"She... she's just a sixth-order spirit! It's incredible."

"It's a sixth order, it's really a sixth order!"

Mu Qiang’s strength is so scary for everyone.

At this time, the faces on the challenge table were also a little bad. They sighed: "Wang Xiong is already very strong. Now the first layer has come so enchanting, and the trouble is big."

"It's really a man who can't be seen. The leap-level battle is very easy for her, and it's still a wind element who is good at speed."

"..."

Wang Xiong was taken to heal, and the presiding official announced: "This scene, Mu Yu won."

The talents present knew that this one-shot girl killed Wang Xiong, named Mu Yan.

Mu Qianxi did not choose to take a rest, but continued to speak on the platform: "I will continue to challenge, who will come to fight."

The people on the seats were silent. Even Wang Xiong was not an opponent. Naturally no one dared to fight.

At this time, a black-faced man rushed up and said: "My bear will come to you."

This person of Xiong Cheng, there are few three-game winning streak, because his favorite challenge is stronger than his strength, so the number of failures is many, but he has repeatedly defeated.

At the beginning of the trial, everyone thought that Mu Qian would use the speed advantage to deal with the strength advantage of Xiong Cheng, because at the speed of her last performance, Xiong Cheng could not catch up with her.

However, Mu Qianxi did not do this, but was very rude and simple to carry out the spirit of the Emperor.

"The wind is broken!"

"Overbearing Tianquan!"

"Booming!"

Xiong Cheng is very tenacious, but he only insisted on three moves under the hands of Mu Qian.

"This wind element is too strong, and Xiong Cheng is also a seventh-order spiritual skill, completely suppressed by the spiritual skills."

"It must be a very high-level spiritual skill, so that Mu Yi's challenge is extremely easy. It seems that it is impossible for a person who is higher than him to win him, unless someone has cultivated such a high-level spiritual skill."

"I have seen so many games, no one has this kind of spiritual skill on the first floor!"

Mu Qianqi two-game winning streak, continue to rest, two consecutive trials did not let her consume too much spiritual power.

Mu Qiang then challenged, and some people began to fight, followed by a thousand-game winning streak, five-game winning streak, seven-game winning streak...

Someone groaned, "One day today, she wants the world to kill ten consecutive victories and go to the second floor."

"It must be like this."

Mu Qiang killed a nine-game winning streak, and a cold-faced man appeared on the seats.

"That person seems to be Qing Xuan! In the first nine games, each game was a sword spike, his sword is outrageous!"

"I heard that he had not left more than ten games because of something, and he did not expect it to be so coincidental today."

"It seems that this Qingxuan is going to be a thousand people, and this is wonderful."

Not as everyone expected, Qing Xuan really went up to fight.

Qing Xuan no expression: "I heard that your speed is very fast, I am very curious whether it is your speed or my ghost sword."

Mu Qian said: "Nature is me!"

Compared with the beginning of the test, Qing Xuan draws a sword, his sword is fast and a ghost doctor, just like a ghost is usually wrapped in Mu Qian.

"Ghosts and ghosts!"

When the sword mang is coming, the purple figure disappears like a ghost.

there! Qing Xuan’s eyes flashed a cold light, capturing the figure of Mu Qian’s figure once again.

"Ghosts chase souls!"