Chapter 118: Three types of success

C_t; "Then will be decided by the three styles, how?"
Long Hao erected three fingers, now time is not early, it is time to end the battle of the 16th. (advertising)-.79xs.-
"it is good!"
Wang Qiushui nodded. Masters like them, both in speed and in combat power, can only rely on the strongest strength to decide success or failure.
"Whizzing"
Almost at the same time, the two of them immediately started, and they flashed at each other and rushed toward each other.
Long Yu Shi exhibited Mo Yunzong's mysterious body method - no shadow step, he left a virtual shadow in the original place, and the trench in his hand was instantly killed to Wang Qiushui.
The speed of Wang Qiushui is not slow. His body is also a metaphysical body. He holds a sword and is full of silver ‘color’. It is like a silver ‘color’ lightning.
"唰"
The two men swooped past, and the ‘crossing’ was wrong. The dragon smashed and fell, but they tore off a pair of clothes. At the crucial moment, Wang Qiu-shui’s body bowed slightly and escaped a fatal blow.
A glimpse of the hair flew over the sword of Wang Qiu Shui, and the knife almost injured the neck of the dragon.
Obviously, the two are evenly matched in speed, and no one can help.
"A formula!"
Long Hao faintly smiled, and immediately on the palm of his hand, there was an airflow of eight martial arts, transparent and flawless. In the sun, the ‘ 琉 ‘ ‘ 色 。 。 。 。 。 。 。
"Crazy!"
The dragon squatted coldly, and the trenches smashed out. The thorns trembled sharply, and the air creaked, and the eight martial arts airflows were turned into eight sharp blades, and the "咻咻" to Wang Qiushui killed. The past.
Not crazy, not a Buddha!
The mad scorpion, in Mo Yunzong is also ranked in the top three martial arts, pay attention to madness, make yourself wild, make the war mad, only then can the crazy scorpion can play the most terrible power.
This spurs out, that Wang Qiushui is not dodging, his eyes are shimmering, and there are also eight martial arts airflows on his body, all of which condense into a suffocating air, and then slowly squat.
Every time you score a point, the suffocation will smash one point. When it is completely degraded, the suffocation will be materialized, and the air around it will be emptied.
Scythe!
These two words have a magical power, because it is the second-ranked martial arts of the Lingwu Academy. It is overbearing, and it has the same effect as the tyrants.
At this time, Wang Qiushui was killed.
No one has dodged, just killed it straight.
" " Dangdang..."
This is the battle between the two. The first thing is that the gas 'wave' slammed together, and the 'exciting' 'shoot' out of the wind blade, cut the steel and wood into a crack, and then the sickle and the eight knives Together. Full chapter full text
"Ka rub" "Kick"...
The sharp edges followed by an inch, the sickle is like a broken bamboo, so that Mo Yunzong disciples are fearful, nervous palms are sweat.
However, when the seventh blade was broken, the sickle was dull, and finally it was smashed by the eighth blade.
"call out"
The eighth knife was not only the last, but continued to kill Wang Qiushui, while the latter broke his fist and broke it.
Obviously, this style of Wang Qiushui is weaker, and the dragon is stronger.
"The second type, huh, huh, then the last blow!"
Wang Qiushui shook his head in vain.
Three years ago, he lost, and three years later, he still seems to be weaker, but who is sure to be the strongest? !
"Hey!"
He screamed and the hair shook, and flew backwards. The sword crossed the ‘chest’ mouth, and a low-lying force snarled from his dantian.
The ninth martial arts airflow!
As one of the top four in Lingwu College, he is also a nine-level martial artist!
"kill!"
He slashed his knife and smashed it. For a time, the sickle rushed out again, and the power was completely different. The more ‘fine’ refining was like a crystal crescent.
"Karb"
Almost as soon as the scythe flew out, Wang Qiushui's steel and wood broke at his feet, and his feet fell into it, and his eyes were extremely firm.
This is the second type of sickle, a new scythe!
"choke"
The sickle slammed, and behind the sickle, an illusory knife shadow emerged.
Dark knife!
This is the most terrible place for the sickle. If you don't pay attention, the nine-level martial arts will be unlucky.
"The final battle!"
The dragon 昊 ‘color’ dipped up, and he trembled with his hand. The whole person went mad and rushed over. The body also rushed nine martial arts airflows, all condensed on the trench.
He just killed himself.
This is the second form of madness, there is no such thing as a 'flower', only one word - crazy!
So, the dragon is crazy!
" " "Boom"...
On the battle platform, a piece of steel and wood flew up, and then was smashed by the blast of the explosion, and became dust.
A smashed smashed on the sickle, and the nine martial arts airflow erupted in an instant, and the sickle was stunned, and the dragon scorpion was shaken back by the giant force.
But he did not care, and he rushed forward, and the squad continued to pierce. The turmoil of the sickle was shaken, and finally the "snap" broke and turned into a little bit of starlight.
"call out"
At this moment, the dark knife killed the past more fiercely.
"Madness!"
The dragon's eyes are red and the hair is upside down, just like a madman.
He was like a dragon, killing, and the whole person flew up. The sound of "Dangdang" was inexhaustible. For the sickle, Mo Yunzong had already become familiar with it. The dark knife once let them have suffered a big loss. Naturally, it is still a memory. New.
"boom"
Under such a strong impact, the dragon's momentum suddenly changed, and a smoldering airflow flew out of the trench, like a big knife, slamming on the dark knife and hitting the dark knife. Partial.
"Break!"
When the dragon smashed up, the whole person bounced up, and the trenches slammed from top to bottom, and the nine martial arts airflows were forced into one, and they were quickly cut down.
"boom!"
This is a fierce slamming, which makes many people's eardrums squeak and their teeth are sour.
The dragon squats backwards, and the footsteps are awkward, and the dark knives are blasted into the battle table, and the central part of the city has been blasted out of a large hole.
"嗖"
In the next moment, Long Hao’s backhand glimpsed and flew out, and
噗
screamed and flew out Wang Qiushui’s nails. The latter’s shoulder was sore, and before he could react, he was smashed and the ribs were picked. broken.
"Boom"
He was planted on the stage, and his mouth was overflowing with blood, his eyes dimmed.
Three years later, he is still defeated!
This is also a kind of frustration for him. He and Long Hao are a real-time martial artist, but they are so ‘color’ a few points.
"Madness……"
Suddenly, he whispered, the original dim eyes, also shone, before he lost, but always can not find the reason, but now he suddenly understood.
His martial arts airflow is not weaker than the dragon, and the sickle is not inferior to the ‘color’ in the madness.
The only thing that is lacking is that kind of madness, and it is tempting to force itself to the limit to fight, and to be brave enough to break out the strongest fighting power.
This is not as good as a dragon, so he lost!
"It turns out!"
He smiled and smiled and passed away.
"Long Yao brother is winning!"
"Three-style spike Wang Qiushui!"
Mo Yunzong disciples are yelling. This battle has strengthened their confidence. The top four masters of Lingwu Academy are still being forced to kill in front of Mo Yunzong Long.
In fact, if Wang Qiushui does not agree with the dragon's three-style game, he will not lose so fast, so miserable, but unfortunately, he still has to lose.
The people in Lingwu College were hurt by their faces. They were beaten by a slap in the face. Li Wei and Wang Qiushui were defeated. Then, how long can the next day and the solitary rain month last?
You must know that the next day and Wang Qiushui and Li Wei are only between the middle and the middle, and that Long Yu is only ranked in the top three in Mo Yun Zong Ling's 'door', and the cold blood is stronger.
The battle of the top 16 came to an end and the quarter-finals were born.
Yuri, Sun Tian, ​​Li Wei, Cold Blood, Ling Feng, Shui Linglong, Du Gu Yuyue, Long Yu.
Although Lingwu College is half of the top eight, Lingwu College is not happy, no matter the strength of the next day, Li Wei is not as cold-blooded, dragon, and water dragon.
What's more, although Ling Feng can fight more than four levels, but after all, it is weaker, basically it is a lot.
About an hour, the quarter-finals have adjusted interest rates, and the last eight strong battles are also opened.
The result of the ‘pumping’ sign made the entire battlefield lose its voice. The two major elders stood up and the god’s color changed.
Even the quarter-finals were dumb.
The first battle, the solitary rainy month against Sun Tian.
In the second battle, the next day was a cold-blooded match.
In the third battle, Ling Feng was on the dragon.
In the fourth battle, Li Wei was on the water dragon.
It can be said that the first three wars are all expected, but the fourth war is beyond the expectations of everyone. Li Wei and Shui Linglong are the killers of the two forces, and definitely the first master.
Nowadays, it is only the quarter-final war, they are right, no matter who loses, it is a heavy blow to the forces.
This should be the two people who met in the peak, and the premise met, which made them very worried.
"The strongest matchup, come ahead!"
Mo Yunzong and Lingwu College are all smart and excited. They certainly hope that the masters of each other can win. In that case, it is equivalent to the first person of Mo Ling war.
"Li Wei brother, you can beat him!" Li family several people fought hard.
"It is estimated that it will be a battle!"
The solitary rainy month and the next day are all frowning, and Li Wei’s strength, they are very clear, but the water dragon can make them invisible, and the pressure of the collapse of the mountain is too great.
"Oh, don't be afraid, if you can't do it, then advance a little better." Li Wei smiled lightly and looked confident.
"Then I wish Master Li Yi a big victory!"
Li Wei said this, the next day, the alone rainy month, the eyes flashed, it will set the heart.
If the 9th-level martial arts can't beat Shui Linglong, there can only be one kind, and even they are all looking forward to that scene.
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