Chapter 184

Bai Qingqing started ruthlessly, without any hesitation. The scene of a woman so domineering made all the disciples of Wuhua peak dumbfounded. One by one, swallowing their saliva, looking at the beautiful and enchanting women, according to the truth, in men's hearts, they generally dislike this kind of women, but when people look at white and blue, they can not see this feeling in their hearts.

Xuantianfeng square, the disciples looked at this scene, and when they heard Bai Qingqing's last happy words, the whole square issued a burst of cheers.

However, Bai Qingqing can seize the short-term opportunity brought by the evening drum. How can Zhao Jiuge let go of it? Although the spiritual power has been exhausted, it can only rely on the recovery of xiaohuandan, which is like milking. Even the Sanskrit holy body can not be used. However, as long as there is a little spiritual power in the body, it is enough.

So when Zhao Jiuge used the evening drum and the effect appeared, Zhao Jiuge did not escape, but ran in the direction of Chen Jie and other five people. At the moment, only their last five xuanqifeng disciples were left on the field, and xuantianfeng side was simply injured by a cold wind.

Before Zhao Jiuge ran to Chen Jie and other people, the spiritual power had already gone ahead and released a small amount of spiritual power, which directly poured into the opposite crowd. The golden spiritual power rolled up with a little cold air and wrapped them up in an instant.

They have just lost their mind, and the spiritual power in their bodies has been temporarily stagnated. How can they still use the means to resist seemingly not powerful, but enough to clean up their spiritual power at the moment.

Chen Jie and the other two xuanqifeng youths in front of him were immediately involved in this overwhelming spiritual power. As soon as they touched their bodies, they crackled. The surface of their bodies exploded and the bloodstains appeared. Before much of them flowed out, they were immediately frozen into a thin layer of ice dregs. Although they were also in the realm of foundation building, they did not enter the spiritual pulse quenching body like Zhao Jiuge and others. After being hurt by this spiritual power, they immediately became depressed. Only Chen Jieqiang, who was in the middle of the foundation building realm, was also in a state of falling.

At this time, Zhao Jiuge had already rushed to him and didn't talk nonsense to him. He wrapped his palm in his hand and hit Chen Jie's face with a fierce fist. Zhao Jiuge didn't dare to kill him like this before. But now his spiritual power has almost disappeared, and his power is not so powerful. Moreover, Chen Jie has already reflected that the spiritual power in his body can start to work Elephant. The function time of this evening drum is only so short that it empties Zhao Jiuge's spiritual power recovered from xiaohuandan.

Chen Jie quickly released his spiritual power and tried his best to resist the blow. In addition, he had the body of building the foundation environment, but his face was blue and blue, which was not a big obstacle. However, once Zhao Jiuge took the opportunity, he fell into the inferior position step by step.

This time, Zhao Jiu turned his hand into a fist and turned into a claw. He hooked the collar of Chen Jie's blue sword robe. For Zhao Jiuge, who had little spiritual power, he turned the fight into a hand fight.

After hanging the collar of Chen Jie's clothes, his right leg was lifted, and his knee fiercely pushed against Chen Jie's abdomen. Chen Jie's face, which had just taken a breath, was twisted again.

He sent his hand with the collar of his sword robe. He stretched out his fingers and turned them into palms. He once again snapped at Chen Jie's chest. This time, he did not have the same scruples as he used to punch his face with his fist. Instead, he exerted his strength to release the little spiritual power that he had recovered, and the golden light was shining on the surface of his right hand.

"Pooh."

A mouthful of strong blood spurted from Chen Jie's mouth, with a strong hatred in his eyes, and his manic breath quickly withered down. The place on his chest that was photographed by Zhao Jiuge collapsed along with his surroundings. Not only did he hurt his bones, but also his meridians were damaged. He could not recover within a few months.

Strangely, there was not much blood on his chest. After lying on the ground, Chen Jie took a deep look at Zhao Jiuge reluctantly. After several convulsions, he could not move any more.

Even if Zhao Jiuge broke the green plum sword, he could still clean up xuanqifeng's disciples without much spiritual power.

Zhao Jiuge, who had just finished all this, had no time to breathe. The two silvery swords were approaching Zhao Jiuge with the sound of breaking wind and the pain of stinging skin.

The tingling on the surface of the skin became more and more obvious, but it soon disappeared.

I saw two silvery rays coming from the white and blue place. From far to near, they accurately stopped the two sword Qi. Immediately, the silver light scattered and split, and shot at the chest of the two xuanqifeng disciples, and their flesh and blood were blurred.

In terms of his accomplishments, Bai Qingqing kept his balance. On the flying sword in his hand, the wind and flowers were all sharp. His two, who focused on Zhao Jiuge, were immediately hurt by the sharp sword spirit.

When Bai Qingqing stops the sword spirit for himself, it is when Zhao Jiuge flies Chen Jie. After turning his head, Zhao Jiuge's feet sink, his right leg bends, and he bows violently. Then he raises his leg and leaps to take advantage of this strength.

The golden aura on the body is shining again. It seems to be affected by the effect of xiaohuandan, and the spiritual power begins to grow slowly.

When Zhao Jiuge's right leg leaps into the void, the Yellow aura of Zhao Jiuge whirls around him, with a faint halo, just like a group of women in yellow clothes.As he approached the two xuanqifeng disciples who were still standing at the scene, Zhao Jiuge stretched out his hands and changed his hands into palms. With a light white chill, he patted the chest of the two teenagers just injured by the sword Qi.

Two extremely tragic hysterical calls resounded through the peak of Wuhua peak, and the people were cold in their hearts.

The two young men, whose chest was smashed by the sword spirit, were beaten to the pain by the power of the two palms. They were excited all over again. From the heavenly cover to the whole body, there was a shiver. Then they felt numb. When they knelt on one leg and supported the ground with their right hand, when they looked at their chest, they saw the blood and flesh blurred, the rolled up skin and flesh There was a layer of crystal ice on the surface of the blood, which solidified the blood and fixed it with the skin of the wound.

At this point, none of the twelve disciples of xuanqifeng was spared, and all of them were seriously injured. Although their lives would not be in danger, they should not have any action before the selection meeting.

Every disciple of xuanqifeng was beaten hard. It must have been a bad experience. Zhao Jiuge glanced at the disciples of xuanqifeng who were lying or lying on the ground or kneeling on one knee. One by one, Zhao Jiuge was either depressed in breath or distorted in facial features. He silently read a sentence in his heart.

Cold as the wind, but brother for you out of anger!

But at the moment, Zhao Jiuge doesn't feel well either. His right sleeve of his blue sword robe has been cut into pieces by the sword spirit, and his body is full of blood. Where can you see the original blue, several wounds are still bleeding.

Originally, the blood gushed out before was not obvious, but with Zhao Jiuge's large-scale movement, the wound opened, and soon, most of the blue sword robes had turned dark red.

However, Zhao Jiuge's heart was full of pride and he didn't care about his injuries. What's more, he didn't hurt the root. Who called his Sanskrit holy body more domineering.

Zhao Jiuge laughed and wiped away the bloodstain on the corner of his mouth with his left sleeve. The golden aura around his body appeared as if nothing. A pair of dark eyes were full of pride and drank loudly, "who else will come?"

Who else will come? Lingli's voice is constantly coming from the top of Wuhua peak. It has been floating on the top of this mountain for a long time.

At this moment, Zhao Jiuge was full of pride and even more smiling. His sword robe was blown by the mountain wind. Even if he looked extremely embarrassed at the moment, he could not hide his momentum!

Bai Qingqing doesn't know when he quietly comes to the left side of Zhao Jiuge's back, holding Fenghua in his hand, and the water blue light behind Zhao Jiuge serves as a foil.

Today, all the twelve disciples of xuanqifeng were injured and could not fight again. All of their 127 colored flags were left behind before they were taken away for treatment, and they were under Zhao Jiuge's command.

Most of the colored flags came from Chen Jie's collection of disciples with low accomplishments in the mountains of Wuhua peak.

On the field, only the posture is nimble, as well as some embarrassed Zhao Jiuge. In addition, Chen Gang and roblewin, who have watched from the beginning to the end.

Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing's eyes directly and lightly look at xuanluofeng disciples!

There is no provocation, no intention to kill, only a heroic smile and the desire to fight.

The white Qingqing, who fell on Zhao Jiuge's half step, looked at Zhao Jiuge's blue robe, which was stained with bloodstains. He felt a little distressed, and his face was moved. He didn't even look at Zhao Jiuge's wound with his whole eyes.

Without a trace of a sigh, Bai Qingqing pinched Fenghua's white tender fingers more forcefully, and said silently in his heart. Next, no matter what, I will help you get the first and get the treasure you want.

Thinking of this, Bai Qingqing suddenly picked up the corner of his mouth and gave a slight smile. The smile charmed all living beings, because he remembered the lovely appearance of Zhao Jiuge as a miser.

In the air, that heroic words, who else to come. It has not dissipated for a long time, reverberating in the peak of the mountain.

Looking at the man and woman's eyes, Chen Gang and roberwin looked at each other. Then Chen Gang's face was dignified. Roberwin gently laughed and walked out with the seven xuanluofeng disciples behind him.

"Xuanluofeng disciple, please give me your advice." Roblewin also heroic big drink, the eye looks at at at the moment some embarrassed Zhao Jiuge is full of cannot hide the admiration.

If it wasn't for the two people on different peaks at the moment, roblewin would really like to drink three cups and make friends with Zhao Jiuge.

When roberwin's words fell, people who had been quiet because of the exit of xuanqifeng disciples were once again boiling with blood.

Wonderful, it seems not over!

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