Xiaoying's hand rises and falls, and breaks the Yang and cuts it out.

Since the success of the nine split knife formula, Ru Xiaosheng is the first opponent to let Xiao Ying hit six knives in a row.

It shows that you are not a dog or a cat, and your strength is really strong.

However, Xiaoying never considered her opponent's strength in wartime. War is.

Ru Xiaosheng's heart is bitter. When he meets this indomitable opponent, it gives him a headache.

The Baibao fan has been broken. No matter how much defense it can play, it can only be used again.

The Baibao fan opened again, and the two gentlemen flew out again.

Boom!

The blade awn fell and the Baibao fan was cut in half.

You Xiaosheng had already prepared to support a prismatic shield in your hand, and the residual knife awn split on it.

With a bang, you Xiaosheng flew hundreds of meters away.

Two gentlemen's swords were blocked by Xiaoying with one arm at the cost of being cut off directly.

Injury for injury, this kind of deadly play is rarely used.

Xiaoying has to. It's not that she doesn't want to die, but that your strength is really above her.

From the first second of the battle, you Xiaosheng's four fields were opened and Xiaoying was imprisoned in them.

If Xiaoying didn't work hard, she would have lost.

This time, Xiaoying was hurt more seriously and lost her arm, which greatly affected her combat effectiveness.

Although Ru Xiaosheng is no better, at least he has sound limbs, but he has suffered internal injuries.

Xiao Ying, who lost her arm, had no change in her cold eyes, as if the broken arm was not hers.

This kind of endurance is rare in the world.

For the first time, you had the upper hand, and you couldn't help feeling a little more pleased in your eyes.

……

When Xiaoying fights with Ru Xiaosheng, Li Daochong sweeps through the void along the smell of the silver bottle sensed by his mind.

The speed of qianyin Dun can reach one third of the speed of light.

This speed can already be compared with the ultimate speed of the friars in the later period of the speed stream robbery.

During the period of refining deficiency, the friars can't reach it at all.

It was not easy to detect the smell of the silver bottle. Li Daochong was burning with anxiety. With the passage of time, his worry about the silver bottle became more and more intense.

Mu Wanrong and his party of six were obviously struggling to deal with more than ten giant miasma monsters.

A sense of weakness spread through everyone.

"Elder martial sister mu, we are deeply poisoned." Kong Wu, who is facing a giant miasma monster of the enemy, said.

"Prepare to withdraw," Mu Wanrong immediately ordered.

It's just that the five contestants of Qingyang medicine refining can't get rid of the entanglement of giant touch.

Mu Wanrong saw this and had to prepare to fight.

But just then, two powerful aura fields swept through.

A man and a woman, flying from the sky.

The male self-cultivation wears a limited edition magic armor of Yunyao Dharma clothes, with a cynical face, a pair of sword eyebrows are somewhat frivolous, and his eyes stare at Mu Wanrong up and down.

The female nun has a beautiful face and a cold expression. She can't see the source in her pink robe, but her grade is not low, because her breath is stronger than that of the male nun.

When Mu Wanrong saw them, his eyelids jumped slightly, "song Yuansong, Yu Qingyao, you two also came in to join the fun."

Song Yuansong smiled, "Miss mu, I have a hunch that you are in danger. I came here to share your worries."

What you say is insincere. It's a lie.

Mu Wanrong didn't think so, but she really needed help. She had to retain her strength. She didn't do it as a last resort, so she followed her words.

"Thank you, song Daoyou. Please kill these tentacle monsters."

Song Yuansong didn't expect Mu Wanrong to take over. His intention was just to please Mu Wanrong and talk about it.

If you say something, you can't take back the water you pour out.

Song Yuansong was reluctant, but he had to do it, but he didn't do it for nothing.

Song and Yuan Dynasty loosened their eyes, looked at the long knife suspended in front of Mu Wanrong and said, "Miss mu, borrow a knife."

Mu Wanrong saw song Yuansong's mind, but she didn't mind. It wasn't her thing.

"Then." Mu Wanrong moved and flew the long knife to song Yuansong.

Pop!

Song Yuansong caught it steadily.

"Good Dao, Miss mu, just wait for the giant roast squid."

Then song and Yuan song song flew down with a long knife in his hand, not too much fancy, passing between several twitching giant tentacles.

Guanghua flashed, and three giant touches were cut off in an instant.

The pressure on Kong Wu, you Li and Chen Feng, who were fighting hard, suddenly lightened.

Song, yuan and song songben could quickly solve the battle and ranked 10th on the empty Tianjiao list.

More than ten giant miasma monsters are naturally ignored.

But this guy is uncomfortable as long as there are beautiful women in front of him. The first knife is clean, and the style of the second knife changes. It's called a coquettish. People rotate 360 degrees in the air, take Linggang whirlwind, aim at one of the giant touches, and vertically split it in two from top to bottom.

Where is this fighting? It's obviously playing handsome.

Song Yuansong's move immediately annoyed the giant miasma monster, and dozens of giant touches danced wildly.

"Ah!"

A scream came. A Qingyang contestant not far from Chen Feng was severely hit by a huge touch and screamed at the waist.

Before the contestant's cry fell, another giant touch swept in, took it away and went directly to the resurrection point.

Chen Feng was frightened and hurriedly rose to the sky, narrowly avoiding the fierce attack of the violent touch.

Another Qingyang contestant was not so lucky. He also went to the resurrection point under the rolling of more than a dozen giant touches.

Mu Wanrong was wrong. "Song Daoyou, please kill these animals quickly."

"Miss mu, Song Mou is killing." song Yuansong replied, looking serious.

Yu Qingyao, who came with song Yuansong, frowned slightly and said in a cold voice, "it's not time for you to pick up girls and be handsome. It's important to finish the business quickly, otherwise I'll go first."

As soon as song Yuansong heard this, he hurriedly said, "take it easy, Miss Yu. Yuan song will solve the battle immediately."

As song Yuansong said this, his aura suddenly rose, and his swords cut through the air.

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One by one, they were cut off and fell into the swamp.

After a while, more than ten giant miasma monsters were easily killed by song Yuansong. Even the gray fog around them was blown away by the knife air.

The weakness of several people immediately alleviated by more than half.

Yu Qingyao and Mu Wanrong both had some changes in their faces. They looked more dignified in the eyes of song Yuansong.

Although this guy is cynical, he is not the kind of second generation ancestor who is useless. He still has some strength, and his combat effectiveness is unpredictable.

At this time, the two women were thinking about how to deal with song Yuansong if they were against him.

Kong Wu, you Li and Chen Feng looked at song, yuan and song song with fear in their eyes.

They joined together and fought for a long time, but they couldn't do anything about the giant miasma monster, and they were almost killed.

Song Yuansong killed the giant miasma Monster without any trouble, as simple as cutting off squid in the sea.

One come and two go, the gap is not generally large.

The strength of the top ten in Tianjiao list is really great, which is not what they can compete with at all.

"Miss Yu, how's it going? Haven't you wasted your time?" song Yuansong asked for credit with a look on his face. He looked into Yu Qingyao's eyes and radiated unspeakable light. He wanted to get into Yu Qingyao's arms.

"Where did you get the knife in your hand?"

Suddenly, a faint inquiry came from the void not far away.

Yu Qingyao, Mu Wanrong and song Yuansong jumped in their hearts at the same time. Someone was so close that they didn't find it at all.

If they hadn't made a sound, they didn't feel anyone nearby.