Chapter 103: Strong dragon

C_t; "War!"
This is the strongest sound that Ling Feng gave to planting water. Looking at the surrounding people, the blood of Ling Feng also boiled. (-.79xs.-
"Population, Mo Kong, Mo Yunzong master to fight!"
Ling Feng’s heart is low and his eyes are like Xia.
"Today, the Moling war officially begins!"
Xia Yun stood on a battle platform, and his voice was very loud. He spread throughout the audience, and the original "bottle" of the boiling people was quiet.
"The four major divisions are all decided by the ‘pumping’ sign. You are all fighting hard!

Don't need too many words, two sentences are enough!
People's blood was ignited, and a wolf-like voice was heard. Everyone ‘thir’ moved his face’s color, and his breath was short.
"Mo Ling war, we will continue to be brilliant!"
This is the voice of Mo Yunzong's disciples. They hold the war fists tightly. For a long time, Mo Ling warfare is their stage, their battlefield, and Lingwu College is simply not qualified.
"Insult!"
Everyone in Lingwu College is in a big fight. They are not willing to be suppressed by Mo Yunzong. Then they will break out and defeat the latter.
Next, the two major disciples went to the battle platform. From the huge bamboo-like bamboo tube, ‘pick’ took the bamboo stick, and on each bamboo stick, the competition area and numbers were engraved.
The first thing that went to the battle platform was that Mo Yun Zongling’s 'door' disciple was cold-blooded, and his eyes were 'yin', and the white clothes flicked a little, and a strong force suddenly flew out, making the bamboo tube a tremor, more than a thousand The bamboo sticks violently rang, followed by a bamboo stick and flew out, and steadily fell into the hands of cold blood.
"The first division, the eighth battle!"
The cold-blooded light glanced at the sound, and the sound was calm, and the bamboo stick was immediately put into his sleeve.
However, everyone in Lingwu College is a face of 'color' sinking, cold blood is one of the three masters of the Lingyuan, the strength is unfathomable, even the solitary rain, the next day and other people can not see through.
And such a master is divided into the first division, then, the warriors in the first division will ask for more happiness.
"Second Division, Ninth Battle!"
Duo Yuyue whispered a word and walked down.
This sentence falls, Mo Yunzong disciples are ugly face ‘color’, don’t look at the lonely rainy month is just a small family, but the strength is definitely not much weaker than cold blood, then the second division will also become a taboo area.
People went to the battle platform one by one, and ‘pick’ took the bamboo stick, but some people’s faces were ugly, and some people were delighted. After all, there are a lot of people in the two forces. Naturally, there will be people who are in the air.
"Long Yao, Li Wei, was assigned to the third division!"
The crowd exclaimed and shook.
Both Li Wei and Long Hao are the masters of the ultimate battle. Although it is said that in the elimination battle, the chances of meeting each other are not great, but they cannot be excluded.
"The fourth division, Wang Qiushui, Sun Tian!"
People can't help but suffocate. There is no doubt that this is another ultimate showdown, which is very exciting.
"The second division, the eighteenth battle!"
Ling Feng walked slowly down the battle platform, his mouth slightly raised, did not expect to even have a separate rainy month to a competition area.
For the latter, Ling Feng’s impression is still quite good. She once persuaded Ling Feng not to enter the martial arts forbidden land. It turns out that the martial arts’ forbidden land is indeed terrifying.
"I hope not to catch it." He shook his head.
"Sister is in the first division."
At this time, Ling Qing Yang raised the bamboo stick in his hand, smugly blinking, and the beauty of the scent made the ‘flower’ move.
After about an hour, the bamboo tube has been emptied, everyone is hoping to try, and the Moling war has finally begun.
"Whizzing"
In the next moment, the eight figures were like a breeze. They instantly plunged into four platforms. Their eyes were condensed and powerful. They were staring at each other's opponents. Some people were pleasantly surprised. Some people showed up their expressions that were more ugly than crying. .
For example, on the third stage, a ‘door’ disciple from Lingwu College, ‘desire’ cried without tears, and his opponent was a dragon!
For a time, everyone's eyes were concentrated on the third stage. Even the solitary rainy moon, the next day and so on were no exception. Long Yao is definitely their enemy, but now it is just a wait-and-see.
"呛".
A shackle was held in the hands of the dragon, his eyes were wild, and there was a kind of domineering rogue.
"A formula!"
He spit out two words gently, and he was very cold and proud. With his handsome face, many of the "female" disciples of Mo Yunzong were twinkling and heart-wrenching.
"it is good!"
The name of the money slightly calmed the vibration of his heart. He secretly bit his teeth, slammed a sword, and the four warriors circulated. They rushed from the sword and turned into four swords 'flowers', stirring the heavens and the earth, blinking It was killed in front of the dragon.
"Women, but it is too weak!"
Seeing it, the sword will be stabbed to the tip of the dragon's nose, when people are exclaiming.
The dragon smiled indifferently, and the trenches in the hands slammed out, such as a streamer, a blast, and a first-come-first-served, no whirlwind whirlwind movement.
It can be quick, but the name of the money can’t be reacted.
"puff"
When the sword arrived, it stopped at the tip of the dragon's nose. If it was a little worse, it would be able to stab the dragonfly, but the name of the money was the face's color, white, and the shoulders were bleeding. He was pierced by the left shoulder.
That smashed the three swords 'flowers' and picked up the name of the whole person, facing the sun, forming a hegemonic side.
"Boom"
The next moment, the dragon's face 'color' was cold, the trenches violently shocked, and the 'sucking' from the left shoulder of the money name, and then quickly shot on the latter's body, suddenly time, the money name vomited blood, and broke into In the crowd.
The name of the money is defeated!
For everyone, this is an inevitable ending, but who can think of it, the dragon is so powerful that even if the combat power is not used, the name of the money will be defeated.
The first time is silence, and it is suddenly!
The strength of Long Yu has made Mo Yunzong's disciples inspiring, and the Lingwu Academy is a face of 'color' dignity, even the solitary rainy month is frowning.
Ask, is it her, can she do such a terrible glimpse?
"The illusion, you can understand this level, it is really terrible!"
The next day, the eyes flashed, and there was not much shock, but a strong sense of war.
Undoubtedly, the first division of the third division ended the fastest, while the other three divisions, the battle is in full swing, Lingwu College and Mo Yunzong disciples have their own wins and losses.
Soon after, he boarded the battle platform the next day. He was assigned to the first division, and he might face cold-blooded.
"One punch!"
It was like being stunned by the dragon scorpion, and a finger was extended the next day, looking at the opponent coldly.
"kill!"
In this regard, the Mo Yunzong disciple gave a strong response, he held a sword, and his footsteps were wrong, like a wind, it came straight.
On top of the sword, it was a five-knife shadow. He was a five-level warrior. Although he knew that he would lose, he was absolutely convinced that he could not be beaten with a punch.
"Overlord Boxing!"
The cold smile of the next day, he did not move, but the fist was suddenly slammed out, and suddenly, a burst of fierceness, the shock on the spot, all the power is condensed in that punch, Even the air has a buzzing sound.
"啵"
The five knives were broken and shattered, and the air was swayed, and even the sword was defeated. Then, the punch directly hit the latter.
"call out"
Mo Yunzong’s disciple flew, spurting a blood, and rain in the sky.
Mo Yunzong disciple defeated!
This scene happened too fast. When the next day stood proudly and glanced at the audience, they only reacted. The face 'color' was leisurely, and the top ten masters of Lingwu College were not to be underestimated.
Before the frivolity, can not help but converge a few points.
" ""boom"……
Compared with the first division and the third division, the other two major competitions are relatively calm. The two major disciples are mostly evenly matched, and it is difficult to solve the problem.
Soon after, the solitary rainy month also appeared, her graceful clothes, hair flowing, so bright, all eyes can not help but be attracted.
"Don's rainy month!"
The beautiful voice, such as the yellow scorpion out of the valley, resounded on the stage.
"Mo Yun Zongwai 'door' disciple, Lan Ling!"
Opposite a little ‘female’ mouth screaming a bitter smile, she never thought that her opponent was actually a solitary rain.
"choke"
The next moment, Lan Ling shot, a sword of ice ‘color’ was unsheathed, and a warrior circulated, turned into a roulette, and killed the past in the rain.
"puff"
The air blew, a residual image was smashed by the roulette, and the solitary rainy month had already disappeared. This made the blue spirit suddenly stunned, and the footsteps flashed and rushed forward.
"Put it!"
But at this moment, a lightly floating voice rang in her ear, and a slender hand had been photographed on her shoulder.
"I surrender!"
Lan Ling sighed, and her chances were to sing the head of the ‘debut’, but she was caught in the top ten, and she could easily defeat her by relying on speed.
At this moment, Mo Yunzong's disciples are all dumb, and the speed of the solitary rainy month is too fast. It is the seven-eighth-level warrior who must be recruited and absolutely unable to stop.
"Somewhat!" Cold-blooded faint glance at the solitary rainy month.
"Unfortunately, it's still a little worse!" Long Hao didn't even lift his head.
The performance of the solitary rainy month is indeed very strong, but it is still not in the eyes of the spirit of the 'door', they are confident and invincible.
For Lingwu College, it is another matter. First, the next day, after the lonely rainy month, let them see hope.
Who said that Mo Yunzong can always fight the Mo Ling war, this year they have to give Mo Yunzong a good lesson!
The battle is in full swing!
Soon after, Ling Feng also boarded the battle platform. He held a big ‘stick’, which he
packaged
from the alchemy ‘door’, and the cloud dream was closed with one eye.
Moreover, she is here today.
"Good apprentice, today, don't throw me the face of alchemy 'door', kill all the way to the ultimate battle." Yunmeng patted the shoulder of Ling Feng with a smile.
Everyone around the "噗" almost vomited blood, one by one, and one of the alchemy ‘door’ masters, even if you participated in the Moling war, if you really killed the ultimate battle, how can they still live? !
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