Chapter 2020: Key first battle (three more)

The people of the wind and the gods are not only dumbfounded, but their faces are gloomy.
Many people turned their heads to look at Sumo, and they were really blinded by this Sumo.
However, no one thinks that Sumo saw Huo Yun and his enemies, and they all thought that Sumo was just right.
Even Wan’s brother and Jiang’s elders could not see it. How could Sumo see it?
"Wan Shi brother, Jiang elder, the facts speak louder than words!" Sumo said with a smile, a touch of light.
He is not trying to marry a hero. He just wants to show himself a little. If the disciple of Feng Lei Shenzong is defeated, he may still have the opportunity to play.
Hearing the words of Sumo, the faces of Jiang Elder and Master Wan are even more ugly.
Especially the brother of Wan, he also said that Sumo was smug, but now he was said by Sumo. He only felt that his face was too hangable.
"Sumo, your luck is good, actually coincidentally guessed!" Wan Shixiong said gloomyly.
Sumo heard the words, chuckled, did not answer, he was too lazy to argue with each other.
Enemy wins, Huo Yun loses, which makes the people of Feng Lei Shenzong depressed, but on the contrary, the people of the Eight Eyes are a big joy.
"Elder Jiang, a small win, a contract!"
The elders of the Eight-Eyed family, with a smile, are bragging to the elders of Jiang.
The elders are eight feet tall and strong, with eight eyes on their foreheads.
"One time, continue!" said Elder Jiang, who did not care, he did not care much.
Because, they are not lost once and for all, it can be said that it is ten battles and nine losses, he has lost habits.
Immediately, the Eight-Eyed family once again had a genius to play, and the Fenglei Shenzong, the Wang Shixiong played.
Not surprisingly, after more than a hundred strokes, Wang Shixiong also lost!
Fortunately, this Wang brother has fought a hundred strokes in full, and it is not too bad to lose.
The defeat of Wang’s brothers made the people of the wind and thunder gods disappointing again.
Because he has lost two games in a row, if he loses one game and loses three games in a row, the fourth game is no longer necessary, because there is no hope of victory.
And if it is the last two games, all win, then there is a chance to re-match.
"The disciple of Feng Lei Shenzong is really getting less and less!"
The dark elders of the Shadows family shook their heads slightly, and the ultimate winners of this time were none other than their Shadows.
"I hope to finish soon!"
The Shadow Clan's first enchanting dark sword, said with no expression, no one is qualified to fight with him, the genius of Feng Lei Shenzong and the Eight Eyes, for him, is free to pinch.
However, for this kind of battle, the Dark Sword is also very helpless, because in order to save every battle, the Shadows will win.
He is almost every time, he has to be pulled over to fight.
Although for him, it is only a small matter between the palms, but it always delays his cultivation.
"The dark sword, disturbing the time of your retreat, but it can't be delayed for a long time!"
"No problem!" The dark sword shook his head, perhaps not waiting for him to shoot, the first three battles will determine the final outcome.
At this moment, the third battle is about to begin.
I saw one of the eight-eyed people, and another genius came on the scene, wrapped in a majestic momentum, and the emptiness of the earthquake continued to burst.
The genius of the eight-eyed family, wearing a gray and white blouse, narrow cheeks, eight eyes sharp as an eagle.
"Ling, do you have confidence?" Elder Jiang asked the "Sister Lin" next to him.
The genius of the eight-eyed family, named Suihua, is very powerful and can be called a master of the first-class warriors in the late Wushengjing.
Therefore, Elder Jiang has no confidence in Lin Biao.
"Elder Jiang, I did my best!" Lin Biao took a deep breath, then flickered and flew to the field.
The disciples of the public, Lei Shenzong, saw this, and they all sighed a little, and they all felt very wrong.
If Lin Shijie is defeated, they can only go home.
Halloween is blind, and he hopes that Lin Biao can win. Otherwise, he will have no chance to even take the shot.
In the past six months, his strength has improved a lot. This time he wants to challenge the dark sword and defeat the other side. Although the odds are not great, he has to try it.
"Some chances of winning!"
Sumo slightly squinted and carefully looked at the Lin Biao. In his perception, Lin Biao’s strength was not worse than that of the eight-eyed genius.
Of course, this is only his perception. It is not known who has a strong card.
Soon the battle began, and the degeneration of the Eight-Eyed family took the lead, and directly used this life-threatening technique to attack Lin Biao.
The attack of the Eight Eyes is simple and straightforward. There are not too many fancy, and the eyelids are their strongest means of attack.
Eight sharp white light, like a meteor that cuts the world, is fast to the extreme.
"broken!"
A squeaky sound, Lin Biao holding a long sword with a long sword, a long sword trembled, and a huge wind was set between the two.
This violent wind is absolutely powerful, and it sweeps the void directly. It is the use of the wind attribute Xuan Li to match the wind attribute.
The wind is rolling, enough to destroy everything and tear everything.
Rumble! !
A burst of earth-shattering sounds, the wind and the eight-eyed scorpion's light hit each other, bursting and bursting, set off endless turbulence.
"kill!"
Lin Biao once again sipped, the voice contained a cold war, and the sword in his hand kept waving.
A wind blade with a length of hundreds of miles, such as the invisible long knife of the same handle, sharp and violent, madly attacked and killed.
In the face of Lin Biao's mad attack, the eight-eyed family's shackles did not show weakness, while shooting and attacking, while using this life-threatening technique.
The battle between the two, like the tip of the needle against the wheat, is very hot, all are non-stop attacks.
"Wind spirit, wind and soul!" Su Mo's eyes are very small, this Lin Biao talent is really good, actually the same wind spirit with Jiang Fengran, but also the wind and soul of the match, it really complement each other.
Moreover, this woman's wind attribute is very profound, and it is as high as the sixth-order peak.
The battle between the two was hard and hard, only the whistling winds of the sky, the endless wind blade swept the void, the sharp sorcerer's light, and the constant burst.
The vast expanse of the void continues to burst, repair, and burst, and it is repeated.
The battle between the two seems to have fallen into a stalemate, and they have fought for half an hour, still not winning.
After half an hour, Suihua finally could not support it, and gradually fell into the wind, and his body continued to retreat.
"Defeated!"
Lin Biao screamed, and the attack in his hand was even more fierce. He had numerous wind blades around him, like Knife Shanlin.
With a long wave of swords, countless wind blades instantly combined into a huge knife.
This giant knife is transparent, and it is thousands of miles long. It is full of power and the power of terror is accompanied by the power of the windy nature of the sea. It roars out and strikes.
Rumble!
The huge wind blade slashed out and let the square of hundreds of thousands of miles slammed into a point, scaring many people to rush.
"what?"
In the face of this strong blow, Suihua exerted his full force to resist, and the long gun in his hand was like a dragon, and his life was applied to the extreme.
However, after all, Suihua was defeated, and he could no longer resist this knife. He was directly smashed by tens of thousands of miles and spewed a large mouthful of blood in his mouth.
"Concession!"
Lin Biao looked at the defeated Suihua, slightly embraced the embroidered boxing, the confidence on the face was stronger, and the color of pride was undisguised.
The people of the Eight Eyes are sighing, but this is also in their expectation, Lin Biao's strength, they are all clear.
Fortunately, they have won two games and will not fail completely.
"Lin Shijie is mighty!"
"Haha! I finally won one!"
"It’s really a sweat!"
A group of disciples of the gods of the wind, the gods, have been overjoyed, Lin Biao wins, then they have a chance.
As long as the Wanshi brothers can win again, the Fenglei Shenzong and the Eight-Eyeds are each winning two games, which belong to the tie, and can be re-matched.
And this is a new comparison. It is not the people who participated in the battle before, but the choice of one person, one to decide the final outcome.
"Good!" Jiang Chang's mouth screamed and smiled, and Lin Biao's victory made him very happy.
"Oh, Lin Shimei did not let me down, then handed it to my brother!" Wan Shixiong Wan Shengyi also smiled.
Lin Biao can win, it gives him the opportunity to pave the way for him, otherwise he will not have to play.
The disciples of the Fengshen sect of the public are all happy, but the only one, the brow wrinkles up, this person is naturally Sumo.
Because, after Lin Biao wins, the next battle of Halloween will be the most crucial battle.
Only when the Holy Spirit wins, the wind and thunder God has a chance, and the other party is defeated, there is no chance at all.
However, he is not assured of the Holy Ghost, only to take his own shots, in order to have full confidence.
Seeing the triumphant Lin Biao, he quickly flew back, and the Halloween squad that was not far away was ready to play.
Sumo’s heart was in a horizontal position, and his body shape flashed. He first flew away from the field.