Immortal Sovereign of Ninth Heavens

The challenge arena is in full swing. The last round of the trial, the last place of the purgatory trial, was expected to be fierce.

Zhanling's weapon is a rare long knife. A flexible wooden stick more than one meter long is connected with the black and sharp blade. It moves with powerful arms. Every chop is full of the power of breaking mountains and seas!

At the beginning of the battle, Chu Ying was forced to retreat. Her petite body used the limited space of the challenge arena to dodge. She had no fighting back but to parry.

"Ha ha... Sure enough, as brother Yan speculated, there seems to be no suspense in this battle!" Seeing the girl being beaten, the old man of Ma family said with a smile. Zhanjia is the vassal of Yan family, and Zhanling's entering purgatory is naturally what they are happy to see.

"Yes? I don't think so! " Asked the corner of her mouth to reveal a meaningful smile, intentionally or unintentionally looked at the side of Mo Li.

"Why... Do you think Chu Ying has a chance to win The owner of the Ma family sneered scornfully.

"No one knows the result until the last moment. Maybe there will be a miracle?"

"That's true. If the girl wants to win, she can only have a miracle!"

After a few words of argument, they cast their eyes on the challenge arena again.

A slovenly figure on the edge of the square is watching the challenge arena nervously. Every time the girl presents a dangerous situation, he will be surprised in a cold sweat. The man clenched his fists tightly and was always ready to rush to the stage to save people. Even Chu Feitian is not optimistic that his daughter can win. His strength after years of hard work has been removed from the seal. It's really difficult to win in the face of this big man!

Just think of it as an experience! The madman sighed in his heart. He didn't hold too much hope. However, his eyes were gradually full of splendor, and his face full of vicissitudes was also full of excitement.

"So it is! It's like this... "The madman whispered to himself. Looking at the woman's flexible body, he thought of something. He looked at her face several times.

I owe that little guy one more!

Everyone thinks that Chuying is bound to lose. As time goes on, the scene changes quietly. Zhan Ling's offensive is still fierce, but he shows lack of stamina when he moves. On the other hand, the girl resisted the first three axes, but she was in danger, but she never suffered a fatal blow.

Boom - boom——

Zhanling also knows his weakness of weak successor, and his anxiety is getting stronger and stronger. The attack of the long sword is more violent, and the majestic fighting spirit is constantly blowing out towards the girl.

Shua——

Shua Shua——

Graceful posture in the challenge arena with the shadow of the road, the last second is also very tired girl in a blink of an eye momentum soared, faster than at the beginning on a level!

"Body method and combat skill!" Yan juanmeng stood up and looked at the smart figure on the challenge arena with a cry.

Body method and tactics? This girl has mastered the body method and combat skills? So isn't she deliberately showing weakness from the beginning? Ma's face is very ugly! None of you are stupid. Zhan Lingqiang is very aggressive. It's really a way to use speed to crack.

Zhanling also realized that he was trapped! This woman is deliberately embarrassed, in fact, in order to consume his fighting spirit! The effect is also very obvious, his energy has indeed reached the edge of exhaustion. Now it's time to let go!

"Huxiao mountain forest!"

After a short period of momentum, Zhan Ling used up all his strength to blow out the last blow. On the challenge arena, the light of Swords is everywhere, and the air of Swords is roaring, which makes the girl have no room to escape!

Chu Ying's eyes were shining, just like the guy's guess, when the opponent arrived at the Jedi, he would use the same group attack skills to fight to the death.

The girl's body retreated, holding a snow-white sword in her hand. She didn't rise until the edge of the challenge arena.

"Falling rain sword formula!"

All over the sky, swords roar down and the challenge arena roars everywhere!

Boom - boom——

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword are crisscrossing, and two murmurs can be heard in the deafening roar. When the dust is gone, Zhanling's body has already fallen on the square, and only the dispirited girl is half kneeling on the edge of the challenge arena.

"Chu Yingsheng!" Feng Zhiyuan announced the results in a flat tone.

There was a moment's silence on the platform, followed by a cold voice: "falling rain sword formula, it seems that this is your famous fighting skill, isn't it?" Ma Junsheng, the owner of the Ma family, stares at Mo Li with frost on his face. Zhan family is the vassal of Yan family. If Zhan Ling can win, Ma Hong can take care of him.

"Yes, I didn't expect that this girl would also. It's quite unexpected." Don't leave the face not red heart don't jump of nod to return a way.

"Isn't that right, young master? The big competition of the college is a matter inside the East Lake. What do you mean by joining in Ma Junsheng tries hard to suppress his anger, but his face is still more and more ugly.

"Master Ma, what do you mean?" Mo from the understatement of a glance at the old man, innocent face.

"Ha ha... Didn't you pass this recipe to the girl?"

"So what?"

So what!

Ma Junsheng's anger can no longer be suppressed by his crisp four words. He clapped the table and stood up, shouting angrily: "don't leave! Don't be too arrogant! The University contest is a dispute within the East Lake. How can you be interfered by an outsider? "

"Ma Junsheng! Don't leave childe is I ask sword mountain villa's ally, ten thousand treasure pavilion has already settled in East Lake, how to become an outsider? " To ask Ying is to help.

"It's not right to ask my brother! The four of us are the guests of the college. Don't leave me! It's not right to jump in on Dabie! " Yan Chong was also uncomfortable. Mahong is not the grandson of the Ma family, but his Yan Family!

"How did I get involved?" Mo Li continued to pretend.

"You secretly teach this girl how to fight, but you don't want to interfere?" Ma Junsheng gnashes his teeth.

"It means... I need to ask you two for instructions before I teach people combat skills?" Mo Li sneered and said: "we all know that Chu Feitian is a man of Yan Huang, and we are brothers. Chu Ying is my niece. Teach her a few hands. When is it your turn to tell her what to do?"

Blindly let each other when he was afraid of him, Mo Li face no longer see before the humility, replaced by the familiar arrogance.

"You --"

Ma Junsheng is blocked up. Indeed, from Chu Feitian's point of view, the girl on the stage is also Yanhuang's person, and he is really not qualified to ask.

"Yes! Don't leave me. My niece and daughter have some skills. What's the matter with you? If you want to blame it, you can only blame Zhan Ling for his poor skill! " Peng's family owner also followed suit. Zhanling's defeat made them secretly enjoy themselves all the time.

Ma Junsheng also wants to argue a few words, but Yan Jiong, who gets up, waves his hand to stop it. The old man's eyes were filled with Mo Li, and he said in a cold voice: "young master, it's really a good way. We... Will have a long time!"

"All the time!"

Mo Li grinned. It seems that the time to break this layer of window paper is getting closer and closer.