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Inside and outside the No. 2 battle platform, many monks who watched the battle suddenly got up and stared at the flames and storms in the platform. In other words, they are focusing on Liu Huan, who was hit by the fire storm. without doubt. Hong Ling's attack was extremely powerful. Even if Liu Huan was once a peerless Tianjiao, but after the fight with Hongling, he was at the end of his life. In his state, it is impossible to take this move safely.

"This matchless son is really cruel. Liu Huan is on the verge of collapse, but he still does it mercilessly! " Someone said that he seemed to despise Hongling's practice.

"What are you talking about? Liu Huan doesn't admit defeat and wants to carry it to death! If you don't defeat him, who knows if there will be any changes! What's more, on the stage, who needs to talk to you! If you encounter an enemy in the future, and people are in a dead end, will you let them go? " Some people objected, obviously supporting Hongling's practice.

For a moment, different voices echoed in the temple of heaven. However, as the party concerned, Hong Ling still looked up at the purple gold dragon order in the void. Before the Dragon order falls into his own hands, he will not have other movements. Only by winning the order of the dragon will it be shown that he has won.

As for Liu Huan, Hong Ling knows. Although the body will be hit hard, but it will not die. He has absolute confidence in the control of his own power. The power of the flame storm, though it looked terrible, had been weakened by him by seven points. As long as Liu Huan is not a false name, then he will not die!

Hum, the purple gold dragon order, which originally sent out purple light in the void, finally fell into the hands of Hongling. With a wave of his hand, the terror of the air gushed out and swept away the flaming flame storm. The light of the fire dissipated, revealing Liu Huan, who was unconscious at this time.

Hong Ling walked slowly to Liu Huan's side, bent down and put her hand on his chest. His divine sense poured into Tianjiao's body of the general's house, exploring his injuries. For a long time, he frowned. Liu Huan's injury is much more serious than he imagined. If he is not treated quickly, he is afraid that he will damage the foundation and even die.

He looked at the other friars sitting on the throne and said, "I don't know who you are going to challenge, but before that, let me take care of Liu Huan's injury first."

The remaining four monks looked at each other and finally nodded. There were only four of them left, including Hong Ling, five. It is not difficult to decide the leader of No. 2 platform today. Now, it's important to save people. Although they are rivals, they are both the Tianjiao of the great Chu. Naturally, they have the bearing to be Tianjiao!

Seeing the response of the crowd, Hong Ling is not wordy at the moment. Take out a Huisheng pill, break open Liu Huan's mouth, and throw the pill into it. He did what he wanted. There was a black streamer running in his palm. In the void, slowly gathered a wisp of water vapor, converged into a water ball in his palm. He slapped the water polo into Liu Huan's mouth.

Gudu, Liu Huan's body functions naturally, swallowing water and pills. Looking at his pale face, Hong Ling congealed into a sword finger and gently touched his eyebrow. His fingertips, there is a blue halo flow, slowly into Liu Huan's body. A great vitality emerged from the blue halo, which surprised the people who were observing it!

"The power of the five elements of wood!" A Friar's face coagulated, some frightening staring at this time half kneeling in front of Liu Huan's body Hongling.

This unparalleled son of a generation, he could even use the five element wood system. In this way, the power of the five elements he showed has reached an amazing four series! Then, will he have the power of the remaining five elements? In this world, there are not a few people who can understand the power of the five elements, but it is almost rare to be able to run it perfectly like Hongling.

"Your Highness Hongyou, do you think that this matchless son of a generation has also understood the power of the last five elements gold system?" On the No.1 battle platform, a friar who practises virtual and combined Tao asks Hongyou, the third prince. Obviously, Hong Ling's performance is too dazzling, which makes them the strong practitioners of the combination of emptiness and Taoism have to pay attention to.

"Nature understands! Emperor Hongling is the son of the Imperial Academy of Chu Ji. If he doesn't have the power of five elements and Geng Jin, how can he learn the art of sword defense? " Hong you replied positively. In fact, when Hongling used the long sword, he had already sensed the power of five elements and Gengjin that flowed on Hong Ling.

He was very optimistic about Hongling. As soon as he entered Tianqi City, he strongly suppressed all major forces. His bloody means have been applauded by the royal children who have been jointly suppressed by the major forces over the years. This is the royal family should have prestige, Tianwei can not be lightly blasphemed!

Hong Ling didn't care much about the eyes of other people outside the battle platform. At this time, he used the wood Department of the five elements Tianxin Daofa to inject the power of building wood into Liu Huan's body. The vast vitality, gushing from the power of building wood, is constantly repairing the hidden injury in Liu Huan's body. Moreover, in this process, Hongling opened the medicine of Huisheng pill with genuine Qi, leading them to make up for Liu Huan's vitality.

Huisheng pill is refined by Qingyao, which contains great vitality. The power of building trees through the sky is to imitate the power of ancient trees, and its vitality will never be cut off. With the cooperation of the two, no matter how serious the injury is, as long as it doesn't make people die immediately, Hong Ling has a way to rescue them."Poof!" Liu huanmeng gets up and spits out a mouthful of dead blood. Immediately, he coughed.

"Cough, cough, cough, Liu Huan, thank you for your help

Hong Ling nodded, no longer looking at him, but turned and walked toward the throne on the edge of the platform. Although he did not cure Liu Huan thoroughly, he was pulled back from the edge of life and death. Moreover, Liu Huan's unstable foundation has been erased by him. Next, as long as a good rest, then this peerless Tianjiao will soon recover.

Liu Huan looks at Hong Ling with bitterness in his eyes. He and Hong Ling fight to the end, actually chose to prop up. I didn't expect it. I almost put my life in it. If Hong Ling had not temporarily removed most of the power of the flame storm, I was afraid that Liu Huan would have been gone. What's more, he can't believe that Hong Ling would help him. I'm afraid he will not be so generous.

The crowd looked at Liu Huan being helped down from the battle platform, and then looked at Hong Ling, who was sitting on the throne at this time, with a dignified look in their eyes. There is no doubt that Liu Tianhuan's strength is also very high. However, Hongling can still defeat it strongly. How strong is this matchless son of a generation?

Moreover, as the sage son of the Imperial Academy of Chu Ji, Hong Ling has yet to use the art of imperial sword. So, once he completely released all the means and cards, what kind of height could he reach in the imperial edict meeting?

At a time when everyone was talking about it, there was a cry of surprise from the battle platform where Liancheng jade was located. Lianchengyu was in the No.8 battle platform, but was pinned by countless concealed weapons, lying on his back on the platform with a gorgeous blood flower blooming under his body.

Hong Ling's face congealed, suddenly got up and looked at the friar who was fighting with Liancheng jade.

It was a monk who didn't look like he was about twenty years old, and there was a trace of disdain in the corners of his mouth. He was wearing a flame robe, surrounded by countless hidden weapons flying around him. Hong Ling looked at the man's chest and saw a flame mark.

"Smelter!" Hongling looks at Liancheng jade being carried down to the battle platform. A trace of inexplicable anger flashed in her eyes. Although he was just adjusting his breath, he was able to sense everything on stage 8. Liancheng Yu was defeated very quickly, but before waiting for him to admit defeat, he nailed it on the battlefield with countless concealed weapons.

These concealed weapons are all with hooks and thorns. If you want to take them out, you must tear off some flesh and blood. Obviously, this person is deliberately aimed at Liancheng jade. Moreover, after defeating lianchengyu, he also picked an eyebrow at Hongling. The provocative meaning was very obvious.

"This man is coming for me!" Hongling's complexion was congealed. He had heard that Liancheng jade and Zhihuo had been attacked during his absence. It seems that someone can't wait to deal with him. Obviously, Liancheng jade is not their first target, just for fear that others will be affected.

Thinking of this, Hong Ling looked at the No. 10 platform. There, Zhihuo is slowly walking into the center of the battle platform. Hongling looked at the opponent of weaving fire, and suddenly burst out a cold light in his eyes. The monk felt his eyes, and suddenly his body flashed. A strange wave broke out on his body, which was slowly becoming transparent.

Killer, this man is definitely a killer. Only killers can achieve stealth by distorting the light with the air machine, and have such terrible speed and killing intention. What's more, Hong Ling can sense that the killer has a secret method. He can ignore the shackles of the battle platform and explode his strength at the moment of his hand.

The battle of Faro just sounded, weaving fire was a knife across the cheek, an instant blood DC. What's more, the blood turned black. What's more, the black blood has the power of corrosion. Zhihuo snorted, gritted his teeth, and continued to fight with his opponent. However, Hong Ling can feel her breath is gradually becoming weak.

The other side seems to be deliberately teasing her, constantly in her cheek and arm above the knife. Even her chest was deeply scarred. Soon, Zhihuo lost its strength and fell to the ground. The other side took the opportunity to go to her body, a foot on her face, the wound will be ulcerated.

Boom, Hong Ling suddenly burst out a terrible killing intention. On his body, there was a faint sound of swords echoing. At this time, on platform 5 and platform 7, the eyes of Qingyao and Su Yu both burst out with a frightful cold light. These days, they have been together with Zhihuo all day long. Their deep feelings are far beyond the ordinary sisters. At this time, he saw that Zhihuo was so abused that his body was full of killing intention.

At the moment when they were all shocked, a burst of red fire burst out of Hong Ling's body. In the void behind him, a long dark gold sword shot into the sky and pierced the protective barrier of No. 2 battle platform. The boy rose slowly into the air and came to the top of the No. 10 platform.

Bang, he casually wiped on the sad God sword and attached the samadhi fire to the sword. His mind moved, and the God of sorrow split and turned into ten stalks and fell towards the protective barrier of No. 10 platform.

The friar, who was fighting with Zhihuo, saw Hongling's long sword fall down. He suddenly grinned, and with a dagger in his hand, he quickly scratched across the pink neck of Zhihuo. Obviously, he was moved to kill. Even if he lost the qualification to attend the Tianzhao assembly, he would kill the woman who was concerned about by the matchless son.

"You want to die!" Hong Ling roared and quickly shot it in the air. A huge white palm print, hard to fall down, there are metal streamers flashing on it. It severely slapped on the ten sad swords, which increased their falling speed to the extreme. In addition, the palm print instantly turned into white awn and poured into the ten long swords.Hum, ten long swords, instantly gave birth to the edge of terror, on which there are fire and metal streamer interwoven. One after another, the sword idea is curled on it, setting it off like a God's front falling into the sky.

In a flash, the protective barrier of the whole battle platform was punctured and a huge wound was made. Ten long swords form a terrible array of swords to protect the weaving fire. Moreover, the terrible sword storm directly shakes the monk who intends to kill Zhihuo.

"The matchless son Hongling, how dare you interfere in the Tianzhao assembly and obstruct the duel between monks!" The monk stood up and sneered at Hong Ling.

Hong Ling didn't look at him, but with a wave of his hand, a palm print flashed quickly. Bang! The friar was slapped by him in a flash, turned over and threw it backward, and hit the guard barrier on the edge of No. 10 platform.

"Hongling, the monk leading the team in Tianhuang City, is weaving fire to admit defeat on behalf of the monk in Tianhuang city! Please judge Hong Ling looked at several royal families who had stepped into the battle platform and said in a cold voice.

"Admit defeat!" Said a cold voice of worship.

Hong Ling picked up Zhihuo, who was in a severe coma, and slowly walked out of the No. 10 platform. The sad sword array broke up into a dark golden streamer, which disappeared into his body like wind and snow. As he left, the crowd was silent for an instant, and then burst out bursts of voices of discussion. Everyone knows that there is an invisible turbulent undercurrent, which is aimed at the new great Chu matchless son of the world. But who is behind the scenes?

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