Chapter 813: Universe Prisoner Ling

With a loud noise, the location of Liu Qinghe in the battle platform was completely covered by water vapor, and the situation of Liu Qinghe inside was completely invisible from the outside.
A chuckle appeared at the corner of Wang Feng's mouth. He held the sword in his hand and walked in the direction of Liu Qinghe step by step. Wherever he stepped, the mysterious ice melted away directly under the high temperature.
When I approached the water mist, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped, and the surrounding water vapor turned into staring crystals, constantly attacking Wang Feng, but when he approached Wang Feng, it was directly melted by the hot high temperature. Open.
Looking at Liu Qinghe, who was half-kneeling on the ground, the corners of his mouth overflowing with blood, the smile on the corners of Wang Feng's mouth was even better.
After the mist on the battle platform dissipated, everyone saw the situation of Liu Qinghe inside through the barrier and couldn't help but feel an uproar.
"What happened just now! Why is Liu Qinghe suddenly lost!"
"Hey, it's a pity. If Wang Feng is not a fire attribute technique, perhaps Liu Qinghe still has the power to fight."
"The appearance of these two people is too dazzling. Liu Qinghe is not inferior to Wang Feng in terms of strength and technology, but his attributes are restrained."
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Wang Feng slowly raised his sword, pointed at Liu Qinghe's forehead, and let out a chuckle.
"Brother Liu, how is it?"
Listening to the whispers and Wang Feng's words from the people in the surrounding stands, Liu Qinghe's face gradually turned green, and a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes.
"I surrender!"
Liu Qinghe lowered his head and said softly. He knew in his heart that unless his realm of strength far surpassed Wang Feng, otherwise he would not be able to break the balance of attribute restraint, and even if he continued to fight, there was no hope of victory.
Hearing Liu Qinghe's words, Wang Feng put away his sword and left the battlefield with a big laugh.
"This round, Wang Feng wins!"
"What a wonderful game!"
The referee quickly stepped onto the stage and said fiercely.
"Next game, Jiang Bailin vs. Wu Xu!"
The voice on the stage sounded, Jiang Bailin looked solemn, and slowly walked onto the stage, feeling a bit heavy every step.
He wasn't afraid to stand with Wu Xu, but in the few confrontations, Wu Xu was a despicable man, if it were a serious competition, he would easily slap Wu Xu.
After this time of concentrated cultivation, he has reached the early stage of Transformation Realm, and he can still sweep all the contestants.
"The competition begins!"
Wu Xu stood opposite Jiang Bailin, with a disdainful smile on the corners of his lips, and shouted sharply, "Qinglian swordsmanship! Ashes!"
Countless fire lights burst out from behind him, and there are sharp swords hidden in each fire light.
"Isn't this going to kill people?"
"Oh, you don't know, this Jiang Bailin offended that fat man before!"
"Fatty? That's from the Wu family!"
"What? Wu family?"
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The people in the audience exclaimed again and again and looked at Jiang Bailin sympathetically.
The Wu family is a big family in Shanglin Province, but different from the big families that rank among the top few, the power of their family has gradually weakened in his grandfather's generation.
Like him, Wu Xu's father was a person who relied on pill to improve spiritual power. He did not go long on the road of cultivation. He was obsessed with beauty all day, and now he is no different from an ordinary person.
And Wu Xu is just taking this old road.
Wu Xu's mother was the original partner, but after a few days after the wedding, Wu Xu's father stopped coming to her room, and spent a lot of time outside.
It is precisely because of this that she hopes that Wu Xu can stand out, practice with great concentration, and become a strong person as soon as possible to take her out of this abyss.
This hairpin conference was the opportunity she committed to beg Wang Feng, her brother.
But it is a pity that Wu Xu has been around his father's side since he was a child. He just wants to cheat on his laurels at home, not to practice.
Even the Lingtian realm now is the realm he reached to deal with his mother.
How can a person who has no intention of cultivating be able to beat a person like Jiang Bailin who devotes himself to cultivation?
Jiang Bailin was surprised, and most people didn't know each other. Almost everyone liked Wu Xu.
Countless fire lights rushed over, Jiang Bailin rose in the air, lightly floating in the air, the sword surrounded by fire lights rushed out of the field, flew to the front drum, and instantly burned into a piece.
"Fire-fighting! Fire-fighting!" shouted the drummer next to him, rushing to find water to put out the fire.
The people present were extremely indifferent and looked like they were hanging up high. No one used spiritual power to put out the fire. Suning glanced sideways and didn't want to clean up the mess.
Wu Xu, a rogue, should let more people see his disgusting operation, and let everyone on the scene know that this person is not worthy of appearing in the game.
"Good skill! Just don't know how you can avoid me?" Wu Xu mocked, the fat on his face piled up, and his wretched smile made Jiang Bailin want to vomit.
"Who said you are only allowed to make a move?" Jiang Bailin chuckled and slowly fell to the ground. A cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes. With a movement of his wrist, the black iron sword appeared in his hand.
Moaning in his mouth, the black iron sword rose in front of him, shaking violently.
"Out!"
With an order, the black iron sword approached Wu Xu, and the sword aura opened up a path in the air, with a powerful aura attached to the blade, and the sword body was surrounded by a layer of white light.
The blade was so sharp that it seemed to be able to hear the sound of a black iron sword cutting through the air.
"Not good!" Wu Xu frowned, trying to hide from his side, but was still injured by the blade. The blade on the right cut his sleeve instantly and brushed past his arm.
"what!"
"Hurry up!"
"No, I believe Brother Jiang."
The people on the stage let out a cry of exclamation, and many people got up and wanted to avoid. Pang Jiu'er smiled, motionless, and said calmly.
Although Jiang Bailin's skill is not better than Suning, he will never be weak, and it is easy to slap Wu Xu.
The blade was stained with a layer of blood, and the body of the sword became more shiny. Jiang Bailin paused and appeared in front of the black iron sword. Holding the hilt in his right hand, the breeze blew and the hair fluttered.
Suddenly, Jiang Bailin was very energetic and aroused everyone's applause.
"Good pick up!"
"So handsome!"
"I didn't expect this game to be so exciting!"
Sure enough, it is a battle between the strong, which is worth seeing. Everyone thought so in their hearts, and at the same time they had a guess about the result of this game.
With Jiang Bailin's retraction of the sword, it was far beyond Wu Xu.
Like Wu Xu's disregard of his life and the property of the stadium, even if he wins, everyone will not like him.
Thinking of this, the battle on stage continues.
Wu Xu snorted, and a thin layer of sweat came out on his head. He gritted his teeth and used his spiritual power quickly, and took out a fifth-grade solid element pill from his arms. The wound on his arm healed quickly, and the huge wound was already visible. A thin slit.