Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

"Hum!" Liu SHENGFEI was rejected. Although he didn't expect Liu ruomei to agree, he still felt uncomfortable. All the time, his eldest son Liu won the first place in every trial. His father relied on him so much that it's hard to make a change this time?

"Boy, it makes you crazy for a while. If you want to throw people to the ground, you have to have your life!" Liu SHENGFEI's venomous eyes turn to Feng Yimo. Unexpectedly, Feng Yimo looks up and looks at him. Liu SHENGFEI's heart is shocked. He is so sensitive. He is more than 200 feet away from the position of the player. When he takes a look, he finds out how an ordinary warrior can have such a keen feeling?

An hour later, there were only 57 players left in the 114 players. This time, all the 57 who were eliminated died, and no one survived. It shows the cruelty of the competition.

In addition to Feng Yimo, there are two other people like him who beat their opponents with a single blow. One of them is Hu Dahai in Hu Haiwei's family. The other is an old man who is not good-looking. He is over 50 years old and thin. He is only eight feet tall. His name is Badong.

The odds outside have changed. Liu Duansheng, Hu Dahai and Badong all win at ten to one. If two of the three meet, the odds will become one to one, while others are all one to one. Obviously, everyone is optimistic about Liu Duansheng.

After a short rest, fifty-seven people drew lots. Naturally, some people took turns. The lucky man was a beautiful woman.

This time, Feng Yimo's opponent is a bald monk, with a bright head. The ring scar on his head is clearly visible, and his chest is bare. At first sight, he is practicing kung fu, and his body is stronger.

Monk has 300 Jin, like a mountain of meat, rolling from the hands of a Buddha shovel shaking, aimed at the neck of wind Yi Mo tied over.

This end of the spade is in the shape of a crescent moon. If Feng Yimo's head is solid and sincere, it will be shoveled away. Feng Yimo sees that the monk has no compassion, so he comes up and dies. In his heart, he is angry. He clenches his right hand and increases his strength. He aims at the spade in front of him!

Bang!

The spade made of refined steel was blown to pieces by Feng Yimo's fist. The great power was transmitted. The monk screamed, and his body of more than 300 Jin flew out. Before it fell, a large amount of blood was sprayed out and dyed red.

Those who can advance to the third round are not ordinary people. However, such people still can't stand the move of Feng Yimo. Liu ruomei, the fourth young lady, is smiling, while Liu SHENGFEI, the eldest son, has a gloomy face like rain. Without him, the monk is his man, and he is the first in the list. Just before he went on the stage, he once voiced to the monk, so that he didn't have to keep his hand, Kill Feng Yimo, who knows that he has just been defeated.

However, this time, Feng Yimo controlled the strength, did not want the monk's life, just seriously injured.

If he killed three people in a row, it would be terrible.

Even so, Liu Duansheng on the court has attracted more attention, and even some people argue that Liu Duansheng is better than Hu Dahai and Badong. Therefore, his odds of winning are 20 to 1.

Because he was the first winner, Feng Yimo went out of the competition and stood aside. Just after he had finished, a little Si came over, handed him a note and left. He curiously unfolded, and saw a line written on it: meet Badong, lose.

He smiles. It seems that someone can't bear it and wants to play tricks. Badong is not someone else, but Liu Yuanbi, the second son of Liufu. Obviously, he wants him to admit defeat.

Liu ruomei on the stand seems to be aware of the second brother's small action and frowns. Although he can't see the expression behind the veil, his eyes are cold, and he is obviously very dissatisfied.

"Duan Sheng, don't pay attention to anyone. If you do your best, I will bear it for you!" Liu ruomei's beautiful voice came from Feng Yi's Mo ear. He obviously didn't want him to let go.

Wind B ink without trace of nod, put away the paper in the hand, want to let oneself easily admit defeat, no way!

Soon, all 28 contestants appeared. There is no doubt that Hu Dahai and Badong were easily shortlisted. In addition to the lucky female warrior, there were a total of 29 contestants. Naturally, they had to draw lots to choose the one who was in the air. Who knows, that woman was lucky again.

This time, Liuyu city will send 15 warriors to participate in the selection of Xingyi mansion on behalf of Liuyu city. This round of competition is the last one. However, the Lord of the city once promised that the top ten will get a congenital secret script. Therefore, it is necessary to have a competition among 15 people. Of course, this competition is not allowed to kill people. So far as the point is concerned.

Unfortunately, Feng Yi met Hu Dahai, a tough opponent.

Hu Dahai turned out to be a one armed sword. His left arm was cut off shoulder to shoulder. It is said that he was cut off when he took part in the Xingyi mansion competition last time. As a result, after he came back, he practiced hard and became a unique one armed sword. His combat effectiveness did not drop, but increased, which was very powerful.

He holds a golden dagger in his hand, which weighs 100 Jin. When he waves it, it emits a golden light. It is not only powerful, but also can enchant the eyes of his opponent.

When the referee announced the start, Hu Dahai was not in a hurry, but looked at the unarmed Feng Yimo and said, "you are very strong, and I am not a vegetarian. Are you sure you don't use any weapons?" Feng Yimo's three contests, he has seen, and he thinks he can beat the other side, but he can't win as easily as Feng Yimo. However, as a warrior, he has his own pride. The other side doesn't use any weapons. That's an insult and contempt to himself!Feng Yi Mo smiles, shakes his head and reaches out: "please!"

Hu Dahai's face changed slightly, and he jumped up. The golden sword in his right hand had already rolled up a golden light, and it fell head-on to the wind Yi Mo!

Although this move is just fierce, but according to Feng Yimo's own vision, a power can be defeated. Just when he took the hand, he suddenly remembered something. He stepped back and dodged to avoid Hu Dahai's amazing knife.

Poof!

The golden knife fell on the ground and cut a deep pit two feet deep and three feet long. This kind of power is nothing in the eyes of practitioners. If you put it on a warrior, you will be a top expert.

When Hu Dahai saw that he couldn't hit the target, he turned his wrist, swept out the golden knife in his hand, and cut it to Feng Yimo's abdomen, which was as fast as lightning. However, Feng Yimo seemed to have expected this move for a long time. He bent his left leg, lay down flat, and suddenly kicked Hu Dahai's wrist with his right foot.

Hu Dahai's face doesn't change. The flat golden knife suddenly leaves his hand. He throws a bird into the forest and cuts to Feng Yimo's face.

For this move, Feng Yimo is a little surprised. It seems that this man is worthy of the first ranking expert. Liu ruomei sits up straight in the stands and worries about Feng Yimo.