Chapter 772: Fight

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Ye Xuan ’s fighting ability is extraordinary, and the master of Suzaku City is under his hands.
"Is it okay, Jianxiu has already repaired the five or eight swords." The mysterious young man could also point to Ye Xuan.
"Do you know Jianxiu too?" Bing Qingya asked him with a puzzled look at him.
"Slightly understand, slightly understand." The young man laughed.
On the scene, an incredible scene occurred. Those masters of Suzaku who had been killed by Ye Xuan turned into a ray of green smoke, and then they all stood on the ring again.
Reappeared, resurrected, reappeared, resurrected.
The young man's brows were frowned: "This is not easy anymore. This kind of wheel stand can kill everyone alive."
"How many come, how much our city master can kill." Bing Qingya looked at Ye Xuan proudly, as expected, these stand up again, just like before, but this time can take more than ten moves.
"It seems that you really don't understand what sword repair is. Although the tricks of sword repair are powerful, it also consumes a lot of spiritual power, and the burden on the body is also very heavy. Will be exhausted. "
Ye Xuan also understood the truth, so instead of killing people this time, he kicked the ring.
"Is this idea very good!" The youth agreed with Ye Xuan's behavior.
"Mr. Murong, come down and fight me!" Murong's mad words came out. This desktop shot, also a flash technique, came to the ring, directly from behind, wanting to attack him Ye Xuan, but was Ye Xuan flashed away.
"It turned out to be a sneak attack, it's so mean!" Long Aotian clenched his fists, wishing to hit Murong's face in battle.
Although Ye Xuan flashed, it flashed very dangerously, and his body was a little unsteady. He carried the ground with one hand and slowly stood up.
"The soldiers are not deceitful. Ye Xuan, you yellow hair child, let you know Zhang Zhang today!"
When he had finished speaking, he slapped Ye Xuan's back fiercely with one palm, but his body hadn't moved at all, and Ye Xuan ate the palm stiffly, and a spur of blood was sprayed out directly.
puff!
"City Lord!"
Long Aotian, Yan Tianqiang and others have already lost their patience. Such a sneak attack counts as a hero. The operator held down the two violent people. This is the city master on the ring. You must believe the city master. People read jokes.
"This is just your meeting gift, the rest you owe me, let's count together with the interest-bearing."
Murong Hundred Battles didn't know exactly what exercises he practiced. His eyes turned green, like zombies. Ye Xuan stared at him with his eyes, and an air sword flew in the air. This is also a sneak attack, Ye Xuanzao All the spiritual power is released, waiting for an opportunity to instantly turn into a Qi sword to achieve the purpose of killing invisible.
But Qi Jian was blocked on an invisible wall and could not fly directly.
"Golden bell cover, can't think of him that Murong will also have a golden bell cover?"
But only Ye Xuan knew that this was not a golden bell cover, the golden bell cover was absorption, and this directly blocked it.
Ah, how is it possible.
Ye Xuanyan looked at Qi Jian being absorbed, and did not know what power it was, and then it was fully absorbed. Ye Xuan's eyes widened because the Qi Jian even regenerated, and then came towards himself.
Jianxiu, Murong will never fight.
However, the gasification sword he used was indeed the skill of sword repair.
Murong battles!
The youth couldn't help being serious at this time.
"This person is extraordinary, and he has cultivated" Wujie Lao Gong "to such a state!"
"What kind of realm is this? You seem to know" Wujiu Lao Gong "" Bing Qingya seems to have caught the youth as a life-saving straw and kept asking.
"The Promise of the Old" is a continuation of the evil book. It was created by the evil side of the legendary sword holy and solitary sword. In order to defeat the evil side of the "Wuji" of justice, the "inorganic old" If you continue to refine, you can copy other people's skills and use them for your own.
Ye Xuan also performed several sword repair exercises on the ring, and all were directly used by Murong to fight him against Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan is embarrassed now.
"Haha, the power of ants, dare to fight?"
Murong's battles were full of laughter, and the venue was shaken by the ground, and he kept laughing, which was a little disturbing.
Ye Xuan was even more restless and could not control anything. It was just full of clothes and full of injuries. He did not give up.
In the stands, I don't know why, the two people I didn't know were also fighting, and they were both aimed at killing each other.
Not to mention civilians, it is the same for Long Aotian and Yan Tianqiang. It seems that two people are usually fighting, but the relationship is very good. Now they have to fight.
"Long Aotian, I haven't seen you for a long time!"
"Yan surnamed, are you and me today I will abolish you!"
The young people shook their heads helplessly, Bing Qingya and other beauties gave their arms, knowing that this is the role of the "Great Brahma Magic Sound" called Murong Baizhan, but they still couldn't help but want to accept everyone directly.
Suddenly, a turnaround appeared on the ring, Ye Xuan's knife directly pierced Murong's battle. It wasn't the time when he dodged, that Murong died on the spot.
There was a little color on his face, and his face dimmed.
"Are you all right?"
Ye Xuan is of course okay. The first thing is to pretend to let Murong relax his vigilance and look for opportunities.
Everyone is flustered, and they do n’t know what they did just now. It seems like a dream, and it ’s a vague abnormality. It became like an ice cube, and it was a slap when I shook my hand.
"What the do you shamelessly do to me!"
The slap was sturdy and swollen, and his face bulged high, and he also aggrieved: "You came by yourself!"
"You fart, how can I fall in love with you?"
it is good!
Suddenly there was a loud roar, and the two people on the ring started a fist-to-fight fight. Usually, the fight was a fighting method. This is the most primitive, but the most beautiful.