Chapter 429: Kill three people in a row

There has never been love and hate in the world for no reason. What is the contest between Yan Huang and the Xiu Xiu?
Conflict of interest?
And what kind of relationship is there between Yan Huangguo and Xiuxian?
Song Xun felt that the relationship between Yan Huangguo and the Xiu Xiu should not be very good. From the tone and devotion of the two Xiu Xiu, it can be seen that the group of Xiu Xiu not only considers themselves to be high, but also holds Song Qi to them There was great hostility. In the two games, they did not hide their murderousness against their opponents. Please search () to see the most complete! Newest Fastest Novel
"In the second game, Xianmen won."
Han Song announced with a heavy heart, that during the two wars, Yan Huang and Huang Yan were killed and seriously injured, which made him very pessimistic about the next test and made him see the powerful means belonging to the cultivator.
The third game started.
This time, the Yanhuang party dispatched a congenital six-strength "God of War" team member, and the Xianxiu party dispatched a congenital five-strength female disciple.
As soon as they fought, the female disciple of the Xiuxian party sacrificed her magic weapon.
It was a flying rope, and in a twinkling of light, the member of the God of War was tied firmly, and the magic weapon of this flying rope also had the effect of restraining the spirit. Therefore, the flying God was entangled with this flying rope. The team member's infuriation was also sealed and became the object of arbitrary slaughter.
Seeing this scene, Song Yan was dumbfounded. This flying rope is a Sanpin treasure. Although it is only the worst of Sanpin treasures, it still has the power that cannot be ignored.
At this time, Song Zheng can see the intention of the Xiuxian side. If he is high, he will use the second-grade magic weapon or Fuyu, and if he is low, he will use the third-grade magic weapon.
"Oh!"
Between the blood splatters, a skull flew high, and the eyes on the skull opened roundly, full of unwillingness. He did not lose on the repair, but on the opponent's magic weapon.
This is not a test, it is a death.
Seeing the dead players, the mood of the members of the "God of War" became more angry and deep.
Five innings passed in an instant.
The five innings were still the victory of the cultivator's side, and Yan Huang died four more and injured one.
This made the atmosphere on the court extremely terrible.
Song Huan couldn't sit still, no matter what, the God of War squad was his robe, he couldn't watch them go to death, and, in these eight rounds of battles, he had already figured out the details of the cultivator's side.
"Who will go in this battle?" Long Jian asked.
"I go!"
Zhao Ying was about to enter the court, but she had an arm on her shoulder: "Leave it to me!"
Before Zhao Ying resisted, Song Xuan forced her back to her seat, her figure dangled, and she appeared in the middle of the battlefield.
He did not conceal the intention of killing in his eyes, and slowly swept through the cultivators, and said, "Who came up to die!"
"Good breath! Poor monk comes to overdo you."
A young monk stepped forward. This monk wore a moon-white monk robe, but his appearance was extremely ugly, and he had a congenital sevenfold cultivation.
"Boy, let's die!" The ugly monk smirked and threw out a purple gold bowl, but at this moment, the figure flickered, as if teleporting, Song Kun flashed over to the ugly monk's head, and clapped with his hands. .
"puff!"
This palm force was heavy, and the head of the ugly monk was forced into the stomach directly.
"So ugly, I will hide your face for you!"
Song Kun pulled back and returned to the original place. As soon as the owner of the Zijin Bowl died, he naturally lost his spirituality and fell to the ground.
"Victory!" Yan Huang couldn't believe the scene in front of him. He lost eight games in a row and finally won one game.
A smile finally appeared on the faces of the head of state and the elders of Jiudag Pavilion.
As for the Xiuxian side, the nine Zhuji masters sitting in front of them all looked a little ugly, and looked at Song Zheng with a touch of badness.
"Who else among you is willing to die?"
Song Yan, who should have retreated, did not retreat, but instead looked provocatively at the side of the immortal, shouting arrogantly.
This group of immortals are arrogant and impeccable. They have not kept the ordinary martial arts at heart. Now, when the companion is killed, the little ordinary martial artist dare to provoke. At once, a man wearing a blue robe flashed to the scene. On the other hand, he stared coldly at Song Yong: "If you want to die, I will complete you!"
As soon as the voice came down, he took out a fiery red sword and pointed it with a finger, and the sword turned into a streamer, as if lightning went straight to Song Kun.
"Hey!"
Song Xun's figure flickered. Suddenly, five more figures appeared next to him. Together with the body, there were six Song Xun at a glance. The strange thing is that these six Song Xun were exactly the same. It was difficult to distinguish between true and false. The man in the robe did not know which one to attack with the flying sword.
Just as he was stunned by the gods, six figures rushed out and waved to the man in the green robe.
Being approached by the enemy, the man in the green robe did not show tension, because a layer of golden light had emerged from his body, and apparently had magic weapon protection.
"Kacha!"
Like the sound of glass shattering, the faint layer of golden light could not stop Song Yan's attack from being photographed, and then his palm fell on the head of the Qingpao youth.
"Oh!"
As the watermelon burst, the other person's head burst open, and the red and white scattered all over, looking extremely bloody.
But on the Yan Huang side, it was extremely happy.
"Ama is well killed!" Zhao Ying shouted.
"Haha, the Brother Song is mighty!" Ye Feng laughed.
"Long live the captain, kill the grandchildren!" Ao Tie couldn't help but yell.
For a moment, the members of the "God of War" applauded.
As for the audience, the faces of the heads of state and others have even more smiles on their faces. The heads of the ten families sitting behind them, and the heads of the six major schools are also very happy. There was a hint of pleasure.
Even killing two immortal practitioners in a row, Song Zheng still didn't mean to retreat. He continued to glance at the immortal practitioners: "Which one is not afraid to die?"
On the side of the immortal, nine master builders secretly transmitted their voices. After some discussion, they decided to send a congenital and disciple disciple to kill Song Kun.
"Xuanxin, kill this person!" Wu Yangzi said to his lover.
"Yes, Master!"
Xuanxin stepped out, staring at Song Yan with a cold look, saying, "You a trivial warrior can kill two Taoist friends. It is true that you have some skill, but you do n’t put other cultivators in your eyes. It ’s a mistake, I ’m here to chop you, but I can give you a shot!

"Do you really want me to shoot first?" A strange smile suddenly appeared in the corner of Song Yan's mouth.
"Go ahead!"
Xuan Xin's self-confidence said that he had reached the peak of the innate ninefold, and had a third-class treasure protector. Even if Song Yan was standing in place, he didn't think that a small innate eighth could hurt him. .
Yes, the breath that Song Yan deliberately showed was innate.
"Oh!"
Xuan Xin felt only a flower in front of him, and before he could activate the magic weapon body, he felt a pain in his chest. Looking down, he found that a dagger had penetrated into his heart severely, and pierced his heart. He Feeling your breath of life is passing fast.
Xuan Xin's face could not help but add a thick panic and unwillingness: "This ... this is impossible! I don't want to die!"