Chapter 1532: rule

Don't worry.

Zhang Han nodded, and there was a hint of color in his eyes. He said: "Look at what the three groups of people are going to play. Since Farina has arrived, it is safe now, don't worry."
"Oh okay."
Meng Meng resisted the idea of ​​greeting, she curiously said: "What is the name of Ferina? What is it called? Cang Long Temple, yes, how did she go to the Dragon Temple?"
In this conversation, Meng Meng waved a soundproof cover and the voice was three points larger.

Canglong Temple is in Nanshanjing.
Yue Xiaoyun said:
That is, Farina was sent to the Galaxy?

"So far away." Meng Meng secretly screamed, her eyes widened a few eyes: "I don't know if she can see us."
"Enough is enough." Yue Xiaoyun said: "There are too many people here, she will not necessarily notice."
"Look, these people are here."
A few times, Meng Meng will disperse the soundproof cover.
The people in the front three sects also arrived, and they started to talk about things.
The high-level face of the ancient martial arts side involuntarily hangs some tension, because what they talk about is related to the ancient martial arts.
What the consequences are, will also be known to everyone.
Among them, Qian Hemen’s head and other people are nervous and somewhat lost:
"Man is a knife, I am a fish."
"Life and death are in the hands of others. This feeling is very bad."
"..."
But they have no way.
"Since everyone has arrived." Yuanyang Palace Bai Yi clap his hands, his people are the least present, but the right to speak is not low, he said: "According to what we said before, these indigenous people do not have to make a big move, send some servants Fighting to choose separately, do you have any opinions?"
The starry gods shook their heads slightly.
Goddess Kong Linger said: "So best."
However, in the team where Fulina is located, the young king of the Canglong Temple is empty but said:
"The suggestion is good, but the rules have to be changed. Everyone has seen the battle of the beasts. Ordinary contest? How can you have fun without seeing the blood? In my opinion, the batch of wheel battles, two or two pairs, the winner can choose an indigenous force. The winner continues to fight until it falls."
The words came out and the audience was silent.
Seeing human life as a mustard, completely interprets the attitude of becoming empty.
"Alright." Mo Qinghan nodded slightly: "Maybe under strong pressure, something interesting will happen."
His words refer to those who participate in the war, and may be able to stimulate strong potential. Break through on the spot and kill the enemy or something.
This more intense game is interesting.
"Does the goddess of Confucius have no opinion?" Yuanyang Palace, the son of Bai Yi, asked with a smile.
His face feels like he likes Kong Linger.
"The representative of our Xingyaoism is Mo Qinghan, I just watched the fun, you can decide." Kong Linger said leisurely.
The voice is somewhat ethereal and unpredictable.
"it is good."
Bai Yi nodded: "That's it, since the goddess of Confucius does not shoot, according to our three parties, a three-person confrontation at the same time, the words of the realm... some of the servants we bring are turning the gods, refining the emptiness, then first Come to the gods?"
The voice of the inquiry did not receive a response.
The indifference of the Canglong Temple waved a wave to a man in the cloth not far behind him: "Go."
"Yes Yes."
The clothed man was cold sweat on his forehead, and he was terrified and terrified.
Going up is also a death, not a death, it is desperate.
"If you want to live, you will always win."
Said in a faint emptiness.
"Yes."
The cloth man took a deep breath and gradually smothered his intentions.
If you want to live, you must kill others of the same level.
Although it is difficult, it is also a living path.
"You go."
Mo Qinghan casually pointed to a servant.
It was a middle-aged man who walked out silently.
Bai Yi also sent one person.
All three are men.
They are extremely vigilant, standing in front of the stone platform, feeling the enemy.
It is too difficult for three people to fight and only one person can live.
"kill!"
The men in the cloth coat were blood red, and the right hand was carrying a three-meter long knife, and they were slashed and killed by the people sent by Yuanyang Palace.
However, his body is just moving.
The people of the Xingyao dynasty squatted under the sword, and the men in the clothed clothes immediately fled and retreated. At this time, the people of Yuanyang Palace shot the men in the cloth.
The scene suddenly fell into a two-on-one situation.
Kill one in the first two pairs?
it's not true.
The people of Yuanyang Palace suddenly found an opportunity to present a secret trick to the bottom of the star.
A rainbow emerges from his palm, and it is fleeting, like a streamer, hitting the enemy's legs.
Hey!
The middle-aged man of the Xingyao dynasty, his left leg was swallowed by the color mans. He endured the injury and stepped back a few tens of meters. He played two secret techniques for the two in front.
In the chaos, it started.
"Avatar?"
The head of Qianhemen looked at the front with some confusion: "What strength is this? The power of horror is unstoppable."
A lot of exclamations have been heard in the ancient martial arts crowd.
"Good!"
"This is still their servant, how strong are they?"
"It’s terrible, I can’t respond to it, I can’t see it.

"I think that the thin man of Yuanyang Palace will win, he is fast, and the move is fierce. I feel a sharp edge after so far."
"..."
The fierce battle lasted for five minutes.
The people in the ancient martial arts look dazzled.
But the top few sons of the Son of God are bored.
Playing too ordinary.
Just had this idea.
"kill!"
The cloth man broke out and killed. He spelled a sword and stabbed it hard. At the same time, his hair suddenly became longer and turned into a red silk thread, forming a whirlwind, and the other two on the field swept them. .... fallen.
The men’s meridians of the cloth were damaged, and the wounds flowed a lot of blood and the face was pale.
He knew that he could not live.
For a time, all my thoughts are gray.
"This is a map of the forces of the ancient martial arts. There are a total of eighty-nine ancestral gates. We don't have enough people." Yuanyang Palace Bai Yi said: "When you have finished playing, choose them according to the number of wins."
"can."
Looking into the sky, the pattern presented by Bai Yi.
"I chose the fire door."
"carry on."
Said to finish the empty swing and waved.
Bai Yi and Mo Qinghan sent two other people.
After they took office, they looked at each other.
Still more taboo than the secret technique of the man who just clothed.
The two decided to join forces to kill them and make a duel.
"Become empty!"
"I hate it!"
The cloth man faced an intensive attack, and he shouted: "You must not die!"
boom!
He chose to blew himself.
The huge energy began to vent.
At this time, the empty space is only slightly raised, and the idea will dissipate the self-explosive energy.
"you."
Chengkong gestured to another old man in the cloth.
The old man looked calm and looked at the two confrontation in front, and finally won by Yuanyang Palace.
Then he went on stage.
"The old man is named Shi Song, and the peak of the has been a hundred years old. However, this hundred years, I fell from the peak of refining, and turned the gods. I am invincible. I will win many victories for the King of Heaven.

The old man is self-confident and self-confident, saying that he is not only wanting to live in life, but even wants to be an empty man.
Now they are just slave servants. If they can become a man, in his opinion, it is a big chance.
"Drop is repaired?" Yuanyang Palace, the son of Baizi, is somewhat interested. He feels that he is too tempted by the servant who is hurt, but he is afraid of not being able to beat each other.
Mo light cold face is deserted, this game must be won.
Xingyao sent a man who looked like he was about twenty years old, with short hair, dark eyes and dark breath.
"war!"
The old man shouted, the momentum was magnificent, the bag appeared in his hand, and he pointed forward. Many meteorites were formed from behind him, and they were like a broken bamboo to the two opponents.
"This......"
The Yuanyang Palace men fell into despair.
This is definitely the invincible power in the peak of the gods.
Even if I am not injured, I can't stop this record.
"I am in danger."
He sighed deeply, and resisted his life, eventually dying under the meteorite array.
"The next opponent."
The old man is carrying his hands.
In his gaze, the black man has also fallen.
It is at this time.
A black shadow suddenly appeared beside him.
A sharp touch that spreads from the front chest to the back, accompanied by a cold voice:
"As for the garbage like you, dare to call yourself invincible?"
"you you!"
The old man’s eyes are wide, the reality is doubtful, and then he is angry, and finally his consciousness is annihilated.
"Black Rings." Yue Wuwei shook his head: "Black Rings, proficient in magic, powerful, in the same ranks belong to the upper level, few rivals."
"It is also a race with a small number of individuals." Zhang Han also said a sentence.
Under a lot of eyes.
Mo Qinghan chose Qianhemen.
The three forces have won one, the black man, easy to win, in good condition, this will represent a new round of fighting, everyone is at the same starting line.
"Mo light cold, I did not expect you to be a little prepared." Cheng Kong looked at him.
"Yes, but not necessary, these poor servants, how can you personally arrange?" Mo Qinghan said.
"Well, keep going."
Chengkong said: "It seems that this is a goddess confrontation, Mo Qinghan has to win a few games."
During the talk, two new opponents came to power.
They looked at the black man's gaze and looked very dignified.
Similarly, people in the ancient martial arts are somewhat numb at this time.
The servants of the three major forces are so powerful.
"We don't even have the qualifications to be a servant."
"They want us to do things, it is definitely not a good thing, they are indifferent, do not care about the servant's life and death, let alone us?" There are many voices of laughter in the crowd.
This many people are saddened:
"Joining them is just a delusion. Maybe we can perform well enough, and we can have a living path."
"When people are under the roof, how can they not bow their heads, life and death, our lives, only in their thoughts, sadly."
In some low-pitched arguments, Shitai side fought again.
Hey!
A variety of dazzling moves are frequently played.
The black man also has pressure because the other two are united, but the overall strength is still worse. The black man wins, no injury, but it takes a lot of physical energy.
"A group of waste, I also want to win me? You have one, you can join hands to deal with me."
The black man’s cold tone is full of madness.