Vol 2 Chapter 364: Invincible

call!
A gray figure in the audience seat fell from the sky to the ground, but it was a warrior who had confidence in his own strength. He came to try.
The gray robe warrior is only twenty years old. The square face is thick and big-eyed, looks ordinary, and has a six-foot long sword. But the eyes are fascinating, between the steps, the dragon and the tiger, you will know that it is a master.
People come to the hand: "Xihefu, Liu Yunzong Ye Fan, please advise."
"It turned out to be the Yunyun Zongye. This stream of Yunzong is also a big door in Xihefu. Ye Fan is the first person in this door. It is up to him to try out some of the strengths of the Holy Land."
"Ye's strength has long been a Chinese product, Wu Zun, and it is not a big problem to insist on ten strokes. If he can't do it, then the people here will probably have to brush half."
There are people who recognize Ye Xie underneath and whisper.
Luo left a red robe, long hair flying, flashing a scornful color in the sly, faint road: "You still can't match, let me advise, one stroke will be enough to defeat you."
"Hurricane, I have to look at the people of the Holy Land, how great it is."
Ye Fan heard that his face was slightly angry, his right hand was buckled on the hilt, and the brush swayed out of the sheath.
The long sword waved, and thousands of swords were waved between the two, and they flew toward the storm.
The sword shadow is burning, the wind is blowing, and every sword light is with a trace of chill, thousands of swords, that is, there are thousands of cold.
Above the platform, the temperature suddenly dropped, and the surface of the platform was filled with cold iron. It was soon covered with a layer of ice.
"This is the ice sword of Liu Yunzong, the top martial arts of the ground level. I can't think of this leaf scorpion has been cultivated into the realm of Xiaocheng. You can swing thousands of swords between the breath and cover the sword of the ice. Gas, this trick is not broken."
On the rostrum, an elder of the sword scorpion led a comment.
Daqin's domestic swords and sects are experts in using swords. The research on swordsmanship is definitely higher than everyone else. Others who comment on him also secretly nod.
The only one of the Sword Emperor Feng Xuan, who is here, also feels that this sword is not very good. Although Ye Fan does not comprehend the ice, but sees the ice covered on the ground, it shows the understanding of this person. It has been infinitely close to the mood.
Fengqing Palace said that the elders, all this in the eyes, a smile on the face, no worry.
In the heart, if even this sword can't be broken, then I still ask Luo to leave and throw away what is going on.
Looking at the ice swords that flew from the sky, Luo’s mouth was slightly raised, and his face showed some ridiculous expressions.
The mood of even the ice is not comprehended, and it’s also a good idea to make people look at me and give me!

After the speech, Luo’s feet rose up a circle of red flames, and the flame rose from the soles of his feet in the body of Luo’s body, circling, and finally formed a fiery red squirrel.
Ziz!
A circle of heat waves that could not be seen by the naked eye scattered away from the side of Luo, and the ice above the ground was evaporated into numerous water vapors in an instant.
After a while, the flying ice swords began to melt slowly in the air. When the distance from Luo was ten meters away, the cold air above the sword shadows was all evaporated into moisture.
The ice of the ice disappeared, and the shadow of the ice sword was completely broken. All the sword shadows were automatically dissipated in the air.
Everyone in the audience opened their mouths, and never imagined that thousands of swords and shadows would be broken so easily.
Everyone certainly thinks that the ice sword will definitely not hurt Luo, but how can they not think of it, even if a move does not move, it will be broken.
Feng Xuan’s heart was stunned and muttered: "One even the artistic conception has no comprehension, but the artistic conception of fire has realized the realm of Dacheng, and the blessing of the ancient sacred beast, is not a grade."
Above the ring, the boundless water is filled with water, like a mist to cover the figure of Luo.
Snoring!
The sky is full of water, a red-hot figure rises up in the sky, and a red stream of light flows through the air, and the momentum is like a rainbow, flying toward Ye Fan.
Snapped!
Luo is in the air, not yet close, is a palm shot, the palm of the wind hits the air, giving birth to endless roar, forming a fierce cyclone.
In the cyclone, the flame rises and unrestrained, and the force of the palm of the hand, which brings out a large piece of flame whirlwind.
The whirlwind of flames lined up in the air into a strange battle, faintly looking like the outline of a Suzaku, this palm seems simple, but it is wonderful.
Looking at the sky, the whirlwind of the flames that came from the sky, Ye Fan's face changed greatly, and the left hand and the fingers were placed together at the bottom of the blade, and quickly slid upwards.
Each finger is scored a point, and the light above the blade will become more bright. When the fingers are crossed over the tip of the sword, the sword has already risen up to a boundless sword.
The sword mans are up to ten feet long, and they are so fierce and powerful. They want to break up all the flames in the sky.
Luo Luo in the air, suddenly a light drink, the body of the Suzaku Wushen above the Dantian, immediately issued a crisp tweet, a glimpse of Shengwei toward Ye Fan lightning-like shot.
The sacred spirit of Ye Fan’s body suddenly couldn’t help but tremble, and the energy immediately became unstable.
The fierce and unparalleled swordsman suddenly showed signs of looseness, and the sharp and sharpness of the sharpness disappeared at once.
When it’s over, Ye Fan’s face is pale, like the abyss, the fear in his heart.
boom!
The whirlwind of the flames of the sky, the Ye Mang has no sharp swordsmanship, instantly bursting away, the horrible energy hits Ye Fan's body without reservation.
A large mouthful of blood was spit in the air, and Ye Fan’s body was thrown high and the skin had burnt black.
Just then, a figure broke through the flames of the sky, and a slap in the palm of his hand was on the chest of Ye Fan.
Ye Fan injured and injured, but also spit out a blood arrow, the body straight and fell to the outside of the ring.
The infinite flame dissipated, and only the rest of the ring was left, and the unbroken Luo was separated.
"If you say that you have defeated you, you will lose you, the next one!" Luo's voice from cold and arrogant, resounded throughout the school.
In the scorching sun, the original school scene, the dead silence at the moment, no one spoke.
Looking at the serious injury to the coma, Ye Fan, who was carried away by the elders of Yun Yunzong, had some horrified words in his heart.
Xiao Chen's eyebrows are slightly wrinkled. This person's shot is too embarrassing. If the flame has already been shot and cannot be recovered, then the last palm is completely unnecessary.
But this person is still shooting, clearly is to want to kill each other half, no mercy.
After a moment of silence on the scene, someone once again challenged. Someone is more confident about their strength. It is not difficult to stick to the ten strokes.
Once it is over, it is possible to enter the Holy Land. At that time, you may become as powerful as the other.
This person's strength is stronger than Ye Fan. He has already realized the artistic conception of the wind into a small environment. He has worked the scene.
A little bit hurt, the energy consumption is large, but the general strength is still there, some happy to think, as long as you insist on a move.
Luo is a sneer, the holy martial arts from the ancient martial arts, once again released, the other martial arts trembling, the vitality is unstable, the burst suddenly appeared, the last move was defeated by the fiasco.
"Unspeakable, next!"
"It’s all flaws, it’s a shame, it’s rolling!

"One waste, I want to enter the Holy Land to practice, let's go."
For a time, people continued to challenge, but all of them were defeated in Luo's hands. Some of them did not insist on the five strokes and were directly beaten.
Some are hard to stick to the nine strokes, but the last move, Luo Li immediately released the Sacred Heart of Suzaku Wushen.
Using the power of the beast, causing the other martial arts to shudder, the vitality is unstable, and the hard-won is broken.
In this way, there have been dozens of people all the way. Many people are leaders in various places, and their strength is also terrible, but they have not been able to take ten strokes in the hands of the other side.
And the people who go up, will be seriously injured, terrible, Luo is not merciless.
Feng Xuanzhen looked in his eyes, and he couldn’t bear it. He said to the elders: "The elders, this threshold is too strict. Since it is the threshold, can you use the power to test?"
Feng Xuan's words are also what other people want to say. If you don't use Shengwei, the people who have shot before, there should be at least ten people who can take ten strokes.
But once Suzaku is used, Luo is in the same rank, it is simply the invincible existence, or the high-ranking martial artist who is high in his rank, I am afraid that it is not his opponent.
The elders smiled slightly: "You, this holy shrine is actually the most crucial part of the threshold. If even Shengwei can't resist it, then what is the meaning of entering our door."
"And this is the blood of the Suzaku, which is not the blood of the scorpion. It has been diluted very much. It is nothing in my door."
Everyone saw him saying this, can not find the reason for rebuttal, even if there is only can be in my heart, who told others to control the power of the Holy Land selection, where dare to really refute.
Between the conversations, there was another disciple in the ring. The five internal organs that were shot by Luo were shot down, and the blood of the mouth rushed to the bottom of the ring. It was terrible and embarrassing.
Looking closely, this person turned out to be the ninth-ranked Li Yuze on the Tianshui Pavilion, and he did not even take ten strokes in Luo’s hands.
"The strength of the people of the Holy Land is really terrible. Even Li Yuze, who ranked ninth in the last squad of the Tiandaoge, did not take ten strokes."
Many of the audience in the audience recognized Li Yuze, all of them surprised.
Luo looked at this person with a faint look, and smiled coldly: "This strength can also be ranked ninth in Tiandaoge. The ranking of Tiandaoge is too worthless, so waste can be on the list!"
Many disciples in Tiandaoge heard the words, their faces were red, and they felt humiliated, and their hearts were indignant.
Just want to jump and learn about this person, but when you think about the strength of the other side, you feel powerless.
"If Murong's brother, did not leave, where the round got this person so arrogant, using the power of the Holy Spirit, deceiving people too much." Many disciples of Tiandaoge, said indignantly.
When Jiang’s on the rostrum heard Luo’s departure, his face changed and he looked a little unsightly.
The elders laughed and said: "Ginger elders, don't care, young people are always a bit sharp, don't worry."
Jiang Chi heard that the elders were completely partial to Luo’s remarks, and smiled awkwardly, saying that they were unhindered and looked at Xiao Chen under the stage.
After thinking for a while, Shen said: "Ye Chen, you go down and this high-posted from the Holy Land has made a move, you can go on ten strokes."