Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

"Now I announce that the city comparison... Officially begins."

Before the words dispersed, a sharp sword like figure fell in the middle of the stone platform. He was tall, cold, carrying a blood red long knife and releasing strong evil Qi.

"The boy... Can't wait..."

Seeing the figure on the stage, Ye Feng holding his arm showed a smile. The man... Is mo lengchang.

"It seems that he is very confident in himself! There are about twenty or thirty people from the three factions and the city master's house. There are also ten or twenty other forces, large and small, who are qualified to participate. It is very difficult to win three games in a row at the beginning."

Zhong Li glanced, analyzed it for Ye Feng, and immediately nodded: "well, this boy threatened to take your head and let him consume some yuan power first, which is helpful to you."

Ye Feng smiled and said, "maybe he will be eliminated directly. He doesn't even have a chance to meet me..."

Of course, this is just a joke. Since Mo lengchang is full of confidence, it will never be simple at hand.

"Mo lengchang of the blood dragon flag, those who challenge the martial arts of the city Lord's residence can come up and have a try!" Mo lengchang on the high platform opened his mouth coldly, and his murderous spirit overflowed. A pair of eyes couldn't stop sweeping around the city Lord's residence, and finally fell firmly on Ye Feng.

"He not only wants to kill me, but also wants to find the city master's house unhappy..." Ye Feng chuckled. The three factions jointly broke into the city master's house. Now it is confirmed that the star moon beast has fallen, which will only be more unscrupulous.

Look at this gesture. This time, the city comparison is to jointly target the city master's residence.

"Hum... Your blood dragon flag is too arrogant. In that case, my city Lord Lin Feihuang, come and try your weight!"

Shua!

A red figure swept out of the crowd. The first person to stand out was a strong woman. She was holding two short swords, with a heroic look between her eyes and eyebrows.

"All the martial arts men in the city Lord's residence are soft eggs. Let a female generation come and die. I'm not cold and often... I won't pity fragrance and jade!"

Mo Leng, who took off the long knife on his back with a backhand, often smiled grimly. As soon as Lin Feihuang stood firm, his black figure suddenly jumped forward.

At the same time, the long knife is empty!

A red light changed from weak to violent, and the power soared several times in an instant. Mo lengchang's steps were even more strange, which made the high platform full of illusions. It seemed that more than ten people shot at the same time and cut more than ten knives.

One knife is faster than another, and the evil spirit sweeps across the competition field.

After more than ten knives were cut out, the illusion disappeared, and his figure suddenly stopped.

Lin Feihuang's reaction was also not weak. The short sword stabbed out in a series, and her body twisted like a swallow, either hard connected, or dodged, and got out of each knife.

"You've lost, go down!"

Before she could stand still, there was a voice that Mo Leng often disdained. Until now, the people watching the battle under the stage found that only half of his knife had been drawn out just now.

"What? What makes you say I lost!"

A trace of anger flashed on Lin Feihuang's face when she was bitten by silver teeth. Just now, she was really defeated, but didn't she resist it?

What makes you say you've lost?

Click, click!

However, at this moment, the dagger in her hand suddenly burst and opened, and a knife gas rushed out, almost cutting her chest open.

Lin Feihuang's expression was full of deep doubts and shook her head in pain. There was no doubt that Mo Leng should have left her hand just now, otherwise the knife Qi left in the short sword could easily cut off her arms.

A fight is lost.

This is a complete crushing of strength, and it's not good for the other party to keep his hand. The purpose is only to humiliate the city Lord's residence.

"If you lose, roll down. You haven't insisted on a round!"

"Elder martial brother Mo is cold outside and hot inside. He didn't hurt the killer when he saw a beautiful woman, otherwise... The mother's door has already died on the stage..."

"The martial arts master of the city Lord's residence is really a waste, ha ha..."

Mocking voices were heard from the stands of the three factions at the same time.

As for the barbarians and other foreign fighters, they laughed recklessly. They came to see a good play. It doesn't matter who wins or loses.

Lin Feihuang, who was full of shame, hated the end. She shed tears as she walked. Her cultivation strength was insufficient. She shouldn't have been on stage, but she acted recklessly because she couldn't stand Mo lengchang's provocation. The other party wanted to humiliate the city master's house, but she didn't know it and sent it to the door.

"Deceive people too much!"

The face of the king of the city Lord's residence was so cloudy that water could drip out, especially Chen Xiao. He hit his thigh with a hard punch, and four words burst out between his teeth.

Winning or losing is a common sense of strategists. Losing is not terrible. The key is that the other party is obviously humiliating the city Lord's residence.

"Yes... Let me go up and teach this arrogant guy a lesson."

A loud cry suddenly sounded around. Ye Feng looked up and a disciple of the city Lord's residence with big arms and round waist rushed to the Biwu platform.

"It's senior brother Qin Hua..."

"Elder martial brother Qin Hua is about to be promoted to the Ninth level in the virtual world. You should be able to defeat that guy."

“……”

As soon as this person came on the stage, there was a lot of cheering around him. Obviously, this disciple is not weak among the martial artists in the city master's residence.

Ye Feng shook his head secretly, which meant that he was not optimistic.

How can a martial artist who hasn't even arrived in the virtual world be the opponent of Mo lengchang? Most of Qin Hua's playing is self humiliating

"Wait a minute!"

"Brother Mo, you won a game. According to the regulations, you can rest for a round. This game might as well be handed over to me!"

Qin Huagang jumped onto the martial arts competition platform, and a cold and arrogant voice came from below. At the seat of extreme fire castle, Zheng Shengheng strode out, jumped off the stand and went straight to the center of the martial arts competition field.

Mo Leng often frowned and immediately showed a sneer. He looked at Qin Hua shamelessly and said, "well, Mo is not interested in waste."

"Yes, who are you talking about, waste!"

Qin Hua, whose eyebrows stood upright, was furious. His eyes flashed and killed. His yuan strength soared, and a strong momentum swept towards the other party.

"Don't worry... Waste, your opponent is me."

Zheng Shengheng stretched out his hand and cut off the momentum of Qin Hua.

Boom!

Qin Hua couldn't bear it any longer. He waved his arms, opened and closed, and the fist blew out like rain.

His "eight arm divine fist" is a unique martial skill of the local level of the city master's residence. It has been cultivated to a small degree. At the moment, it is like a shell coming out of the chamber. Dozens of fist shadows set off a strong wind and swept through the storm, like a storm.

"Ha ha..."

Zheng Shengheng chuckled and didn't care. Instead, he gave a clear roar. His hands turned into a huge flame shield and beat it out against the boxing wind.

"Such a means can also be taken out to shame? The fire is in full swing!"

Bang bang!

Two different forces collided madly together, and the murderous spirit burst out in an instant, and the vitality exploded and splashed