Above the battle, the battle ended.

Two golden pillars of light fell in the sky, one of which was covered with Lin Wu.

Lin Wu's figure appeared on the top of the fighting field, and when he saw the opposite person, Lin Wu stood still.

“Xihou Yue vs. the forest, let’s start!”

Yes, Lin Wu's opponent is Xia Houyue.

The more he grew, staring at Lin Wu.

If you hit me in the hand, it's a bad thing to blame!

“I give up!”

However, when Xia Hou was more and more ready to shoot, Lin Wu did not return, and directly dropped a word and jumped off the playing field.

The more rigid the summer, the script is wrong!

Previously, the people who had also drawn the Xiahou family and the departures fought, and the two sides fought a fierce one, and everyone could see that both sides were fighting with the mentality of killing each other.

Just because the proud people who have not touched both sides, the strength of the two sides is quite close, tragic, but people are not dead.

But now you come up and surrender, but it is not the same as before.

The more Xia Hou looked away from the smiling face, snorted coldly, and left the playing field.

It’s not good to kill someone, and it’s good to win.

The golden pillar of light fell again, and the people were in awe, and they swallowed their mouths hard.

For this time the pillar of light shrouded him was not left.

When the people saw another man covered by the pillar of light, their faces were full of strange looks.

The people of the summer family.

“I give up!”

Mo Yi's figure had just come to power, and the Xiahou family disciple was like Lin Wu, who jumped out of the playing field, and he was not prepared to give Mo a chance to leave.

He shrugged his shoulders, and he was not a fool.

The light column turns again, and the two figures are on the stage.

"Don's little fish fight the moon spirit!"

The old man's voice fell, and the people on the field set their eyes on both sides of the war, and their hearts were relieved.

Tang Xiaoyu, Soul Repair, is one of the enemies that everyone does not want to face.

The moon spirit, the head is broken, just want to face her.

Yue Ling had once in the previous mall, but the opponent directly conceded, so the strength of the moon spirit is still a mystery in the hearts of everyone.

People show their interest in the color, want to know how to choose Tang small fish, directly give up or let go.

The people who left the alliance were sighing, and they knew that the victory rate of Tang Xiaoyu was zero.

Mo Yi has already told them the identity of the moon spirit is also a spiritual practice, and the soul power of the moon spirit is even a little different from Mo, let alone Tang Xiaoyu.

The biggest advantage of Tang Xiaoyu is insufficient in front of the moon spirit.

"Unfortunately, if the little fish had a little better luck, it might have been able to get one of the ten places directly."

Li Motian has some regrets.

Tang Xiaoyu has already won two, if you win one more time, you can directly enter the top ten.

However, it can also be said that Tang Xiaoyu's luck is good, and the first two have not met the eight big sky and other characters.

This third game finally made him meet an insurmountable strong enemy.

Moon Ling looked calmly at Tang Xiaoyu: "Your soul is already injured, admit defeat."

Take a deep breath, and the eyes of the little fish who knew that he would lose were more determined.

“Please teach my sister!”

With his hands folded, the little fish pinch a strange handprint.

“The Great Soul!”

A powerful fourth-order soul force gushed out, and at this moment the little fish of Tang squeezed his soul completely, leaving almost nothing left.

The feeling of vertigo swept his head, and he used the last bit of strength to slowly launch the huge fingerprints that condensed.

There was a strange color in the eyes of the moon spirit, looking at the huge fingerprints that pressed against her on the top of the little fish.

He saw the little fish and the wind and thunder.

Students fight and hurt each other.

The disciple of the wind and thunder Pavilion was no longer able to participate in the war at this time, why the little fish of Tang, who was almost injured, still had such a full soul power, and even could hardly see the wound of the soul.

However, whether the little fish is injured or not, it makes no difference to the moon spirit.

The power gap cannot be filled.

The moon spirit's right hand was taped, and from the tip of her finger, a hint of transparent thread spread out, gently wrapped the huge handprint.

The seemingly strong soul silk thread, one by one wrapped around the handprint, actually stopped the handprint completely in the air.

Then, the moon spirit five fingers moved slightly, and the soul thread moved slightly with the movement of her fingers.

“The destruction.”

Her red lips opened, her right hand gently grasped.

Under the shocked eyes of the little fish, the huge transparent handprint broke down under the action of the silk line.

“I have lost...”

Tang Xiaoyu spit a breath and faintly bowed to the moon spirit: "Thank you for the guidance of the sister of the moon."

He slowly returned to the departures.

"Don't be low, she's strong."

Mo left gently patted the small fish on the shoulder and comforted.

Tang Xiaoyu raised his head and looked at Mo Li with incomparable faith: “The little patriarch will surely be able to defeat her!”

Mo left slightly, then nodded, "If I touch her, I will win it for you."

Then Mo left gently clicked on the forehead of the small fish, and a drop of soul source entered his sea of knowledge.

Tang Xiaoyu nodded firmly and returned to the rear to quickly restore his soul strength.

Looking at the figure of the moon spirit, the heart sighed, it is indeed a person above the eight great heavens.

Outsiders watch the fun, insiders look at the doorway.

Others seem to the moon spirit is only very relaxed, naturally won the small fish of Tang, but only the soul cultivation knows how strong the means of the moon spirit just revealed.

It is not that her soul is strong, but that her control of soul power is very small.

If the weight is light, the weight is the master.

In terms of the manipulation of the power of the soul, the moon spirit has undoubtedly reached the level of a master of light.

Coupled with the power of the soul that is difficult to see through, how strong the strength of the moon spirit is is still unknown.

The random selection of the field has not stopped, and now it is necessary to win only one more time to lock one in ten places.

"Chou Guangli against the hundred-mile wind."

The two people who appeared on the field instantly detonated the atmosphere between the two sides of the field, which was the first battle between the eight celestial prides.

Of course, the battle between Mo and Xia Houquan can also be counted as a battle at this level, or even stronger.

Both are somewhat surprised, but sooner or later, the eight proud two will collide, but they are the first group.

“Come to war!”

A hundred miles of wind, rapid shot.

The two quickly fought together.

A powerful attack broke out from the hands of two people, and this powerful spiritual fluctuation pervaded the space.

The two of them are evenly matched by the battle, and all kinds of powerful martial arts see people in the eyes.

But that balance was quickly broken.

Baili wind used his natural ability, the green flame.

The blue flame body of the hundred-mile wind is the root cause of his strength than the other people in the eight heavens.

At this time, the hundred-mile wind, surrounded by blue flames, played with the light of the hand, almost impossible to start.

After coming out of the green flame spirit body, Zhou Guangli fell into a decline, and the hundred-mile wind mastered the victory machine.

“Hundred miles of victory!”

“Hold on!”

The hundred-mile wind took back the green flame and went straight down to the high platform.

The face is full of unhappiness, but

They could only return to the people who were unscrupulous.

“Teddy against the forest!”

Lin Wu looked at the opposite section of Tiande, full of depressing face.

He took the stage twice, once met Xia Houyue, once met Duan Tiande, if more than a few times, the eight big sky is not to be beaten by him.

In his heart, he was too lazy to find abuse and jumped down.

"I give up."

Two consecutive defeats, Lin Wu is no longer qualified to get one of the ten places.

"Buffan, against the battle of the summer."

The man standing next to him disappeared and appeared on the playing field.

And the one who is in front of him is a dark summer.

“Go away or you’ll die!”

Meng Weifan talked with Mo, and everyone looked in the eyes, and Xia Houquan had divided him into enemies.

Meng Wei's eyebrows were slightly picked, there was no hollow summer, and his strength fell sharply.

“I won’t kill you, but your quota is gone!”

Meng Fanfan fainted, turned into a wind, and disappeared on top of the playing field.

“Quick, where is he?”

The people were shocked, and they could only see a figure passing through the playing field.

In the face of Meng Xing, Meng Weiwei's speed has been extremely amazing, but now people have found that his speed can be faster.

The whole face of Xia Hou was more gloomy, and the spirit knife he took was cut off against the empty space.

Meng Fanfan's figure quickly regressed, slightly surprised: "I didn't expect you to find me."

Standing, Meng Weifan glanced at the wind and thunder Pavilion people a little.

He said, “Can you find me?”

Blow up!

The strong breath burst, and the full breath of the spiritual house filled the whole place.

Mo looked away, Meng extraordinary realm has exceeded him, reached the spiritual palace of fullness.

And he can feel that Meng's extraordinary realm is extremely precipitated, as if it has been in this realm for many years, compared with the period of Tiande and other celestial pride are not at all bad, far from Lin Wu and other spiritual palaces can be compared.

But Mo and Meng Weifan have not seen each other for several years, and he has risen so fast?

Tsing!

The light mixed with the glare, suddenly flickering at his feet, and Meng Wei's figure disappeared again.

This time, it disappeared completely, and the people on the stage could not find his figure at all.

Xia Hou suddenly looked up, and by his strength he could not even find the figure of Meng Weiwei.

“I am here...”

The sound of the indifferent voice was near, and the pupil of Xia Hou was narrowed.

Hmmm!

The sword was cut off, and the powerful knife light was cracked on the ground.

“It’s too slow.”

Hmmm!

As the voice of the Lord sounded, a sword sounded.

The whole body was tight, and the cold sweat left on his forehead, did not dare to move.

A sword was on his back.

“Meng is winning!”

The old man's voice fell, and the end was a foregone conclusion.

The whole battle was silent, and no one expected such an ending.

The two played only a few breaths of time, and the result was unexpected.

Looking at the back of Meng Weiwei slowly toward the back of Mo Yan, the people were shocked.

Unlike the shock of Mo's strength to crush the summer Houquan, Meng Weifu defeated Xia Houquan with extreme speed.

These are two completely different feelings.

But the result is the same, the summer Hou both lost.

Be the first to lose your qualifiers.

Hmmm!

The golden light fell, and finally fell on Mo again.

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