Chapter 1837: Lost in magic

"Days of God's decision? Couldn't Jiang's brother also practice the heavenly gods?" Hearing Jiang Ming's voice, Zhao Yuxi's face changed greatly, and his disciples were all shocked.
Xiao Chen, who was on the side, nodded faintly. He said: "It should be the Tianjie gods who came back from the auction of the palace. The palace owner valued the battle of the Qingying, so that Jiang Ming’s cultivation was nothing."
"I also cultivated." Suddenly opened Miao Cuiling, a pretty face smug, her words, suddenly let the disciples full of envy.
In the main position, I heard the words of Jiang Ming, the faces of Fang Qianxing and others, all of which showed a happy color. It seems that they are quite confident in Jiang Ming’s upcoming decision.
In the same position, Ding Yan, the old eyebrow picked and squinted, and squinted at the face of the face, and the heart of the darkness: "The Chamber of Commerce bids for the gods of the heavens, and looks like the power of the goddess of the Mirage It’s more powerful, but don’t be too happy.

Above the sky, when Jiang Ming’s power was raised to the limit, his hands began to make a mark, and the palm of his hand was filled with a faint blue light, and the tyrannical atmosphere permeated.
"Sure enough, it is the devil's palm." Xiao Chen's face showed a touch of faint smile.
"Good strength!" The face was stunned, Zhao Yuxi was shocked, and couldn't help but swallow his throat. The disciples were also ruined by the arrogant momentum.
"Days of God! Destroy the Devil's Palm!"
The sound of the drink fell, the tyrannical power condensed in the palm of the hand, Jiang Mingyi smashed out, and the cyan palm print of several feet was broken out. The oppressed wind was slightly sharp. When it passed, the space was slightly creepy, like the ripples on the sea.
Feeling the tyrannical power, under the square, everyone's face suddenly changed.
"The power of the devil's palm is really amazing!" The audience exclaimed, and the magnified eyes were concentrated on the energy palm print.
"It is a heavenly god, the power is comparable to the powerful law of the Yellow Steps." Mei Hao passed a touch of exclamation, Caiyun was also amazed, the pretty face was slightly stunned, and the powerful law that was auctioned out from her hand was finally Have the opportunity to witness the power of the law.
"boom!"
"Hey!"
Two tyrannical energy collided, and a bang was stunned like a thunder. Both of them turned their faces at the same time, their faces were white, and their mouth spit blood, and they were all injured by the strength of the other side.
"This.. How is it possible! I have consumed so many saints, and his heavenly gods have such power!" The moment of vomiting blood, the heart of the earthquake, Song Tianliang is unbelievable, and my heart is secretly glad that I just consumed Jiang. The power of Ming, or he is absolutely defeated at this moment.
Although Song Tianliang was just injured by Jiang Ming’s singularity, but it did not affect his strength, he was still at the peak of power, and he was able to seriously damage Jiang Ming, who consumed a lot of power, but Jiang Ming He can also hurt him. It can be seen that Jiang Ming’s exhibition of heavenly steps is strong and powerful.
The smile of Zhao Yuxi and others' faces was suddenly frozen, and his heart was secretly anxious. Jiang Ming is the trump card of the Qingyi Palace, which is the key to winning or losing.
Jiang Ming’s injury undoubtedly brought a huge pressure to the Qinglan Holy Palace. All the disciples were extremely nervous, and all the palms of their hands were sweating.
"Song Tianliang's injury is not light, can't last for a long time!" The heart is delighted by the words, Fang Qianxing's face still keeps a bright smile.
"Song Tianliang, it seems that the heavenly order of the Qingyi Palace is relatively strong." In the case of consuming a lot of power, it is still able to hurt Song Tianliang, Jiang Ming’s face is also a happy and radiant .
Song Tianliang struggled to support, completely did not give up the meaning, his face was extremely sullen, and he never expected the Qingtian Palace to bid for the heavenly gods, and it had such powerful power.
"Song Tianliang, you lost!" After the joy and glory, Jiang Ming's palm was slightly recovered, and immediately launched again, the strength was actually a few points.
"Hey, Jiang Ming, don't be too happy too soon!" The pale face suddenly appeared smirking, and the right hand was a trick, but it was a sword of the top, and it was a red-hot bead, Song Tianliang. The power has skyrocketed again.
"This is.." Seeing the magic weapon, Jiang Ming's face suddenly changed, and the dark eyes flashed in horror.
"That guy actually has the magic weapon of the top quality!" The face of the Qingyi Holy Family disciples changed again and again, and they took a breath.
"Peer beads!" Underneath, Fang Qianxing and the three elders' faces are all changed. In the eyes, they are obviously screaming with anger, and their eyes are sweeping to the side of Ding Yan.
"Is there no power to resist?" Seeing the horrified look of Jiang Ming, Song Tianliang became more and more proud.
"Bastard!" Song Tianliang's strength improved quickly, Jiang Ming has been unable to support, his face twisted, looks extremely strenuous, could not help but roar.
"boom!"
"puff!"
The two tyrannical forces that attacked each other, with Song Tianliang once again sacrificed the magic weapon of the top quality, his power blinked between the eyes, but the two forces suddenly exploded, and the explosive energy rushed all toward Jiang Ming. Out, his face was pale in an instant, and he was shocked by Jiang Ming’s mouth, and his body shape was like a broken kite flying out.
"Chiang brother!"
"Master!"
The disciples of the Qinglan Palace shouted in shock, and the things they didn't want to see were still happening.
"Win in strength, lose in magic weapon." Under the stage, sigh, and thousands of masters faint.
"It turned out to be the magic weapon of Ding Gongzhu. Within half an hour, it can enhance the powerful power. This battle is indeed wonderful, but it is a pity." The pretty face is faint and charming, and the cloud smiles lightly.
"Ding Gongzhu, you are really willing, even your own magic weapons are loaned to the disciples for temporary warfare." The face of the skin was pumped, angry eyes roaring Ding Yan, Fang Qianxing cold cold satire.
Hearing his face, his face was smiling with a smile, and his eyes glanced at Fang Qianxing. Ding Yanwei smiled and said: "The Fang Gongzhu also did not pass the devil's magic palm to Jiang Ming."
"If you lose, you lose. You can only say that the square palace is not ready." An elder of the Mirage Palace laughed, as long as Jiang Ming was defeated, there is no doubt that the Mirage Palace won.
"You!" The flesh of the face twitched again, and the heart was full of anger, but Fang Qianxing did not know how to refute.
Song Tianliang did not violate the rules, and Jiang Ming had been seriously injured, the Shengyuan was exhausted, unable to fight again, and the outcome was already divided.
Seeing that Jiang Ming fell outside the square, Wang Haojian rushed out like a fly, caught Jiang Ming, and put it down smoothly.
"Jiang Ming, you lost." On the sky, the smile on his face became bright, and Song Tianliang smiled proudly.
It was said that Jiang Ming’s pale, paper-like face was a smile, and it seemed that there was no frustration because of failure.
"I win in strength, and you just win in the magic weapon, it depends on how you understand, there is nothing to be proud of." Take a deep breath, suppress the blood of the body, Jiang Mingwei smiled.
"If you lose, you lose. This is an excuse for the weak to find out." I don't care about Jiang Ming's words. Song Tianliang smiled slightly. In his opinion, as long as the Mirage Palace wins, it doesn't care about the process. Look at the results.
Shaking his head slightly, Jiang Ming no longer said more, under the help of Wang Hao, went to the Qinglan Temple.
When Jiang Ming was defeated, the disciples of the Qinglan Holy Palace were all depressed, and the masters of the Qinglan Palace had already lost their battles. The next battle, for the Qingyi Palace, undoubtedly increased the pressure.
Many high-level powers have also shaken their heads secretly. Such a wonderful battle, I thought that Jiang Ming will win, but Song Tianliang turned around, but the Mirage Palace will only win, and the Qingyi Palace will lose, except for Jiang Mingzhi. Besides, they don't seem to be optimistic about other disciples.
Even if Miao Cuiling barely wins, but the third disciple, I am afraid that the Qingyi Holy Palace can not get the disciples of the Holy Land, to know that the third disciple of the Mirage Palace is also the beginning of the Holy King. ,
This second battle was Miao Cui Ling and Fu Hai. Both of them were in the early days of the Holy King. Miao Cui Ling’s exquisite body went to the square and suddenly attracted a cheer, the beautiful pretty face. Let the men present to feast their eyes.
Miao Cui Ling's beauty is not as good as the colorful clouds, but Miao Cuiling's elegant temperament is also not as good as the colorful clouds. It really has to be compared with each other. Miao Cui Ling belongs to the kind of pure and elegant beauty, while the colorful clouds are mature and full of charm. Beautiful.
I have to say that the battle between the two is also very exciting. Although it is a woman, Miao Cui Ling is also a genius disciple of the Qingyi Palace. It has a strong fighting power and its strength is comparable to that of the sea.
However, because it is a woman's relationship, it is not as good as a man in strength. When it is hard to fight, it is also in a disadvantage.
Even Miao Cui Ling is also difficult to rival opponents. This is to make everyone in the Qinglan Palace so anxious. If Miao Cui Ling is defeated, the Qinglan Palace will lose.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Miao Cui Ling exhibited the devil's palm, and he was seriously injured and paid to the sea. Both of them were unable to fight because they had exhausted the Shengyuan. This game was a draw.
Miao Cui Ling did not lose, but it made everyone in the Qinglan Palace relieved, but that was only temporary, and the next third battle was the most crucial.
"Fang Gongzhu, this third contest, I don't know who is going to fight? The Qingyi Shenggong disciple seems to have no sacred king." On the square, Lu Changqing, a disciple of the Mirage Palace, smiled and his heart was secretly proud.
"The old man holds Xiao Chen." In the main position, Wei Wei touched the beard and faintly opened his mouth.
When defending this words, the audience was silent for a moment. A pair of eyes were involuntarily sweeping toward Xiao Chen. Xiao Chen relied on the power of one person to kill the seven or eighty guards of Liujia. Although he did not know the repair of Xiao Chen, This is enough to make people dare not to be underestimated.
"The Qinglan Holy Palace finally made him play." The attractive face of the beautiful face, the color cloud seems to have been expected.
Everyone in the room was also very much looking forward to Xiao Chen playing, and they all wanted to know what Xiao Chen was doing, but then Liu Chengfeng’s words suddenly made everyone’s face suddenly change.
"Xiao Chen himself said that he is not a disciple of Qinglan Palace. If he is not, then he is not qualified to play!" The cold eyes glanced at Xiao Chen, and Liu Chengfeng was slightly swayed.