Chapter 68: Sixty-eighth

"Really okay?" Xiao Wu frowned.
Qiu Yutong settled his mind and tried to force himself to ignore it, the inexplicable fear: "Well, it's really okay."
"But I don't think you look good ..."
"It was just a little dizzy, now it's all right."
When the two were talking in a low voice, the whole Qingshi Square was silent to the extreme. All the martial arts and all the monks, all intently, stared closely at the two people on the Yanwutai. At this moment, their hearts, Only the same idea-
Shuo Xuecheng and Beihai Jianpai finally matched up!
"There is a good show now!"
"Cui Pingfeng Lord and Shengxian Island Lord, Gee, this show ..."
"In my opinion, Sangling Creek is not a rival to Wuya!"
"Master Sang Feng's cultivation practice is indeed slightly inferior ..."
"Yes, one is ranked second on the sword rankings, and the other is ranked eighth on the sword rankings.
"Really fight, then it is not good to say who loses and wins!"
In the discussion, Qingci looked at the two on the stage and raised his eyebrows deeply, which was completely different from the countermeasures he and Xie Wanting had discussed before ...
He couldn't help but turned his head slightly, looking in the direction of Shuoxuecheng, Xie Wanting also looked in the direction of Qingci, the two exchanged a glance, Xie Wanting gently shook his head, and heard the voice into Secret Road: "The incident happened suddenly. Let's see it later."
Qingci nodded.
On the side of Yuqin Palace, Lin Yurong painted his younger brother with gold medicine, while looking at the stage with concern: "Look at you, Sang Feng, the victim, went to the Wuwu stage ..."
Lin Yurong's voice was not falling, the electric light fire, the clear long scream of Sang Lingxi, the "smoky green" around his waist suddenly came out of the sheath!
He even wanted to attack!
"Hey!" Gui Wuya sneered, crying blood brought a bright scarlet sword light, toward Sangling Creek, swept diagonally away!
In two moments, the two spirit swords became a group of green shadows and a group of red clouds, entangled fiercely together!
But for a moment, the two had rolled over hundreds of tricks, and the crowd was dazzled. The cultivation was a lesser monk, and they almost couldn't even see the tricks of the two!
"This is ... no difference?"
"Seems like it?"
"Look, I still have the upper hand on the island owner!"
"Yeah, Gui Wuya is known as Poison Sword Double Cultivation. That copper bronze insect bug hasn't shot yet!"
"Yeah yeah……"
At this time, although Gui Wuya had a slight upper hand, he was proud of his arrogance. At this time, he could not help fighting for a long time, and he could not help being a bit anxious. From now on, there are words in my mouth.
Gradually, a hazy purple light appeared faintly in the palm of his left hand. The purple light became brighter and brighter, gradually condensing into an entity. It turned out to be a slap-sized purple copper tripod!
"Wan Chong Ding." Xie Wanting murmured and gently squeezed the wheelchair armrest.
Bai Hanyuan involuntarily pressed his hand on the hilt of the blizzard.
"Master Sang Feng, hurry away!" A female nun under the stage could not help whispering.
"Gui Wuya is going to drive Wan Chong Ding!"