Heaven Devouring Immortal Emperor

The middle-aged warrior's wrist trembled and the gun returned to his hand and stabbed him down. Wind Yi ink see clearly, he tied a transparent silk thread on the wrist, can control the long gun, and did not really reach the congenital state, can be separated from the air to resist the soldiers.

When!

When the spear and the lancet hit each other, the rain and the sunshine felt a great force coming, and the arm felt numb. The lancet almost flew out, and his heart was terrified. He patted his left hand on the ground. Without waiting for the spear to continue to stab, his body rotated like a top. Countless swords appeared around the middle-aged martial arts, and the swords sealed his throat!

The middle-aged martial arts man sneered. His long gun swung, and the head of the gun turned into a piece of spear. The rain was beating like a banana. He was elated when he saw the masked woman opposite him lift her left arm, and a cold light flew out of her wrist. He was surprised and stepped aside. Although he dodged the key point of his throat, the cold light pierced his left shoulder and only felt half of his body Son pain numbness, do not listen to.

Toxic!

Without waiting for him to open his mouth to call, the cold light flashed in front of him. He only felt that the scene in front of him turned upside down. Then it was dark and disappeared completely.

All they saw was that the middle-aged warrior was slow, and the masked woman cut a lancet on the middle-aged warrior's neck. A head flew into the air, and the blood column rose several feet.

"Xueyan City, sunny and rainy!"

The referee announced.

Feng Yimo nodded in secret. The concealed weapon in Qingyu's sleeve is the magic weapon for his victory. It's so fast that his opponent can't avoid it. However, this time, it's not easy to deal with the next opponent.

Those who can enter the third round are all masters among the masters. However, the day after tomorrow is very different from congenial. In front of the seven congenial warriors, only three of them surrendered in time and survived. All the other four were killed in one move.

Although some people protest that it is extremely unfair for the latter to fight against the former, the voice of protest is too small and ineffective. They have to bear with it.

Jia Qinglin, the warrior of Jingyu City, is an old man in his fifties. His body is thin, but his eyes are like electricity. He radiates a soul catching light and is full of strength.

This is a half foot into the congenital warrior!

Wind Yi Mo secretly judge, didn't expect that he picked the martial arts so powerful, too lucky some.

***Indifferently looking at Xiang Feng Yi Mo, not in a hurry, but in a deep voice: "you're very good, I've seen both competitions, but I want to ask you a question."

The wind Yi Mo embraces a boxing a ceremony, way: "please say old father-in-law."

"Didn't you try your best in the last two games?" Jia Qinglin's eyes have been staring at Feng Yimo. His eyes are burning. He seems to see if Feng Yimo is lying.

Feng Yi Mo said with a smile: "what do you think?"

"Hum, don't be careless with me. Since I don't want to talk about it, I'll let you show your real ability!" After that, Jia Qinglin stepped out three feet, his right hand trembled, and a soft sword made a swish sound, just like a silver dragon going out to sea.

The blunt sword in Feng Yimo's hand darts out and becomes countless sword shadows in front of him. Even though Jia Qinglin's soft sword is like a storm, the blunt sword becomes a hard stone and stands still in the light of the sword.

Dangdang!

I don't know how many times the two swords collided. Jia Qinglin's soft sword didn't push back Feng Yimo.

Jia Qinglin frowned. His strong wind sword technique was quite popular, but he couldn't help it. It seemed that he had to change his moves. Thinking of this, the soft sword in his hand became extremely soft. From the strong wind and heavy rain to the poisonous snake spitting out its core, and his real Qi became soft.

Poof! Poof!

The blunt sword collides with the soft sword and makes a sound like defeating Ge. The soft sword can wind around the blunt sword. The tip of the sword twists and rushes to the wind Yi Mo's throat.

The wind Yi Mo cold hum a, in the hand strength increases, blunt and clumsy sword sends out a series of hum, that twinkles on the sword body soft sword as if suffered the lightning stroke, suddenly trembles, was shocked to fly out.

Tengteng!

Jia Qinglin's arm was numb, and he stepped back. He was shocked and powerful. Before he could wake up from the shock, Feng Yimo's blunt sword was in front of him. It was like lightning. He only saw a piece of cold light that made his hair stand up. He didn't have time to think about it. He turned over and blocked Feng Yimo's sword.

Well, this, this is the wind sword technique I just used. Can he do it? Jia Qinglin was so frightened that he quickly converted to the strong wind sword technique to protect his whole body.

Sure enough, the blundering sword in Feng Yimo's hand is just the strong wind sword, and it's more powerful. It seems that after practicing for a long time, Jia Qinglin was forced to retreat step by step with the same sword technique.

He didn't know that Feng Yimo used his tianyantong to see the fierce wind sword he had used before. He mastered it almost instantly and used it to fight the enemy. He has great power. Although he imitates the wind sword temporarily, his power is extraordinary.

"Stop it! I, I give up! " Jia Qinglin was sweating. After fighting more than 20 moves, he had to shout.

Wind Yi Mo Shua's sword and stand, face not red, gasp, silently looking at Jia Qinglin.Jia Qinglin, full of bitterness, threw his fist and jumped out of the challenge arena.

"Liuyu City, liuduanshengsheng!"

The referee announced.

"Great Back in the waiting area, Liu ruomei is very excited. Feng Yimo enters the fourth round of the competition, which is the best result of several competitions in Liuyu city. However, she wonders why Feng Yimo didn't kill Jia Qinglin in Jingyu city?

After taking back the 3100 Lingjing he won and the capital of 6200 Lingjing, Liu ruomei, the fourth young lady, gave him another 1000 Lingjing. Now his assets have reached 10300 Lingjing, which is not a small fortune.

Next, Feng Yimo sits quietly in the waiting area and watches the game below.

The time of the third round is much longer than that of the first two rounds. This is because the survivors are all experts. The duel between the experts can't be completed by one move or two moves. Except for the seven congenital experts, most of the others fought one stick of incense until two sticks of incense.

Therefore, the third round lasted for two days, and the next evening, Feng Yimo came to the draw round to pick the opponent in the fourth round.

In the ball, there are 996 blood drops floating. He looks at a incense burning time and finds six warriors of Peng Jiacheng, which shows that the level of the warriors selected by Peng Jiacheng this time is very high. He smiles and continues to make the warriors of Peng Jiacheng have nightmares. He avoids Lei Meng and selects a warrior named Pang Yue.

Then, instead of leaving, he carefully watched the blood drop and found that there were still four people in Bafeng city. Will the rain continue to spin the warrior in Bafeng city?

After waiting for a while, the rain came, like a flame falling, watched the blood drop in the ball for a moment, selected a person, and then left, as if the wind Yi ink standing beside the ball was transparent.