Chapter 92: Fight (2)

The Holy Son of Tianmen stood up and asked, "Tell me, how can I fight."

It is simple and straightforward, without being dragged on, and at the same time, it is also a little calm. After all, the strength is here.

The Saint of Heavenly Sword spoke and said, "How else can you fight? It depends on who has a big fist." After that, the spiritual energy gathered into a long sword, holding his palm, eager to try.

"They seem to be a little impatient, and I don't know how strong they are."

The Son of the Holy Flame mocked him,

"Saintly the Holy Fire Son seems to be very confident in himself," said Ziyue Saint Son sarcastically.

However, the Saint Son of Siphus stood there with a simple face, touching his big bald head, but a layer of bronze had already risen above his skin.

Finally, Su He said, "You don't have to be impatient. You don't know where these five Class A training rooms are. You don't know what you are robbing like this in the end."

After saying this, the people on the field calmed down and did not rush to make sure what they wanted before taking action.

"Su He, please point out these training rooms to us quickly, otherwise your legs will be broken." Saint Hanyue said viciously.

As the saint of the Hanyue Holy Land, the saint of the Hanyue Holy Land inherited the disgust of the Hanyue Holy Land for Xuantian men. According to the senior sisters, the disciples of the Xuantian Holy Land are the most bastard. Now it seems that all except that one is not a good person.

Xuantian Domain is close to Hanyue Domain, which is also the reason why Xuantian disciples like to go to Hanyue Domain to experience it.

Seeing Saint Hanyue say something that was inconsistent with her cold and arrogant appearance, Su He couldn't help but feel a little cold sweat and was filled with emotion.

"What the Saint said is that I will mark out the five Class A training rooms."

After saying that, five beams of light condensed in Su He's hands and flew in different directions.

Everyone's eyes followed the beam and reached the doors of five different rooms.

However, Su He, like everyone else, was stunned.

There were two people standing at the entrance of two practice rooms, with gray hair and haggard faces.

Or he noticed their gaze and said slowly, "Sir, there is already a master here."

Hearing this,

Several people looked at each other, sparks faintly, and the five rooms turned into three rooms and the competition was even more stressful.

As for these people, they don't know how to deal with them.

After all, it was in the tower and could not use force against them.

Just as they were thinking about competing for the remaining three rooms, the two people on the table in the corner raised their heads and looked at the side with a muddy look. An old voice sounded, "Your Highness, the two rooms are already in charge."

Following the direction they pointed past, everyone's eyes dimmed again.

Good guy, this is only one person to choose.

Su He looked over and said that the only thing that was left was his room.

A faintly, Su He felt regretful and roared in his heart: "I'm still young."

If he didn't say anything and went back to his room honestly, he would be the one who maximized the benefits.

If you don't say anything, you just regret it.

Looking at the only room with light beams in front of the door,

Saint Yu Yao suddenly said sly: "Then let's do it like this. Whoever comes in first will be the cultivation room."

Before he could finish his words, Saint Yu Yao's figure slid out like a ghost, as fast as lightning.

The others had just realized that Saint Yu Yao's figure was already half ahead.

Su He was stunned from the back and suddenly shouted: "Don't let her in. Once the door of the training room is closed, no one can open it except herself."

When everyone else heard Su He's words, their faces changed.

Saint Yu Yao's face was mixed with joy and sorrow. What was happy was that victory was right in front of her, and what was worried was that she didn't know when she would be stopped and hope was shattered.

Faced with this kind of scene, all the Holy Sons also frequently use their means.

The sword in the hand of the Saint Son of Heavenly Sword had already come out of his hand and roared away.

Saint Hanyue's eyes flashed and she shouted in a tender voice: "Sister Yuyao, run quickly, I'm here."

Before he could finish his words, a blue crescent moon wave appeared in the hands of Saint Hanyue, running straight towards the Saint Son of the Heavenly Sword.

The Saint Son of Heavenly Sword, who had no sword in his hand, seemed a little caught off guard in the face of this sudden attack and was very embarrassed. Even the flying sword that went to intercept Saint Yu Yao slowed down.

But Saint Hanyue’s methods are not only that. After all, Saint Saint of Heavenly Sword is too strong, and it would be excellent if he could be sent out in advance.

A cold moon emerged from behind the Holy Maiden of Cold Moon, and the extreme coldness surged out. The temperature dropped a lot for the first time. Even the illusory candlelight was swaying everywhere, as if it was rubbing against the air to generate heat.

The Saint of Heavenly Sword, closest to Saint of Hanyue, looked at the beautiful face of Saint of Hanyue, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching. This was not a Saint, a typical witch.

I am so close to Han Yue, I am afraid I can't hide it anymore.

The Saint Son of Heavenly Sword condensed all his spiritual power to protect his body.

The light of Han Yue covered the Saint Son of Heavenly Sword and imprisoned him in place. Han Yue's power came immediately and invaded the bone marrow.

However, the spiritual power of the Saint Saint of Heavenly Sword, which was full of sword energy, tightly blocked this force, but it was quite difficult.

The Holy Son of the Holy Flame was observing this scene early. When he saw that both sides had a little lack of spiritual power, he shouted: "Brother Tianjian, I'll help you."

After saying that, a fire dragon surged out from behind him, with a blazing aura.

On the other side, the Thousand Blades Saint Son noticed that the Holy Flame Saint Son was concentrating on casting spells, using the Shadow to rest, and came behind the Holy Flame Saint Son, slashed with a knife, carrying some spiritual power, extremely powerful.

A knife slashed the back of the Holy Flame Son, making a sound of gold and iron mixed together, which made the Holy Flame Son in front of him frightened and furious. Unexpectedly, someone dared to attack him, but fortunately there was a layer of spiritual energy to protect his body.

This is also the result of the mercy of the Thousand Blade Saint Son. If he directly uses the ultimate move and uses the Thousand Blade Sword Technique, he is really afraid that the Holy Flame Saint Son will turn into a pool of meat paste.

"Son of Holy Flame, I have already shown mercy to my subordinates. You should admit defeat quickly." Saint Son of Thousand Blade said domineeringly, and at the same time, the knife was placed on the neck of the Saint Son of Holy Flame.

On the other hand, the Holy Maiden Hanyue, facing the Fire Dragon, was a little embarrassed. Because of her lack of spiritual power, she did not move in time. She could only use the power of Hanyue to deal with the Fire Dragon. Fortunately, the Holy Flame Son was attacked by a sneak attack, and the Fire Dragon Queen was not able to resist it. However, a cold moon behind her had disappeared. The Saint Son of Heavenly Sword on the other side was very angry in his eyes, and half of his body was shaking cold.

Using the remaining spiritual power, he condensed a flying sword and attacked the already embarrassed Saint Hanyue.

On the other side, the Holy Fire Son looked at the proud face of the Thousand Blade Son who was holding the knife on his neck with anger. For a moment, evil arose from his heart, and anger arose to his courage. Every man was angry and blood splattered five steps.

Then the Holy Fire Son changed his expression of regret and said regretfully: "Son of Thousand Blades, I admit defeat. I won't fight anymore. Take the knife away."

Seeing that the Holy Fire Son gave in, the Holy Blade Son was ready to take the knife away without thinking too much.

At this moment, the Holy Fire Son suddenly shouted, "Be careful."

The Thousand Blade Saint Son's pupils shrank, turned his head and looked back, and at the same time the magic knife in his hand slashed straight forward.

After the Holy Flame Son shouted, he burst out his spiritual power, used his body technique, and retreated quickly.

However, it was still scratched by the Thousand Blade Holy Son's magic knife.

The hospital gown on the chest broke a hole, revealing her smooth chest.

The Holy Flame Son was unwilling to accept his heart, and an instant fireball appeared directly.

Looking back, I saw the fireball slowly getting bigger in front of me.

He quickly slashed down with a knife, and shouted: "Bastard, you don't know martial ethics, and you actually attacked him."

The Holy Son of the Holy Flame raised the corner of his mouth, it was a bullshit, he didn't talk about martial arts, learn swords, learn to be stupid, if you don't break your legs, you dare to be careless, haha, young man.

The contemptuous look on his face was full of mockery, and the fireball in his hand did not dare to delay for a moment.

The sea of ​​fire broke out.

There were chaos on the field.

(End of this chapter)
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