Control The World

Hua Qiubo's offensive was so overbearing and sharp, for a time, Ning Wufeng fell into the upper hand, whispering under the stage.

"Hua Qiubo is indeed the second head of the Wenmeng League. With such strength, Ning Wufeng is still too young." Someone whispered, sighing slightly.

"Yes, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Let's plant them now."

The person who sought Ning Wufeng before changed the banner at this time, and quickly dropped him. Don't forget to bet on Hua Qiubo's side for a few more stones.

In front of the stage, Situ Shan's mouth raised slightly, and Hua Qiubo's moves were exhausted, forcing Ning Wufeng to such a degree, it was definitely a great thing for him.

"Let's not be too crazy," he said with a chuckle, and said to the students and sisters around him.

A group of mentors and sisters of Imperial League claimed that they were.

"Master Tang, what do you think?" Li Yao asked suddenly with a smile in the VIP compartment. Right now Ning Wufeng falls into the downwind, and almost everyone is not optimistic about him.

After all, the masters are too tricky, one trick falls into the downwind, and it is difficult to turn over.

Master Tang stared into the ring platform and looked at Ning Wufeng's figure and footwork. After a short while, he smiled lightly and said, "Although the boy fell into the downwind, the pace was not chaotic. Have a trick. "

"Oh?" Li Yao chuckled and sipped tea.

Lord Tang nodded heavily and said, "What does Brother Li think?"

With a wave of Li Yao, he recruited the maid.

"Help me raise 100 million spirit stones in Tianmeng again."

Master Tang's expression was stagnant, and then he smiled. Obviously Li Yao's idea coincided with him.

But the little maid on the side asked in surprise: "Sir, is Tianmeng raising 100 million?"

Now that Ning Wufeng falls into the downwind, the adult has to raise before her, making her feel incredible.

"Good." Li Yao chuckled.

On the stage, Hua Qiubo saw that his side's spirit stone bet had reached 290 million, and his face suddenly smiled.

He smiled coldly, "Brother Ning, you can see that the trend is going on. Do you still want to struggle?"

Ning Wufeng shuttled among countless white shadow assassins, and the annihilation gun and Vientiane Senyin staggered out. Taking a moment to glance at Ruyi Mirror.

"Could Brother Hua have bad eyes?"

At this moment in Ruyi Mirror, Tianmeng is 380 million, while Wenmeng is 290 million!

Hua Qiubo's face sank. He didn't expect that someone would raise the Tianmeng unknowingly. He sneered, "That's for funeral, 380 million. Double it is 760 million. Saying you, even if you add Zhao Jun, you can't take it away, haha. "

He laughed on the sky, not forgetting to blow Ning Wufeng.

Er, suddenly his eyes fell on Ning Wufeng, "It's over!"

Hanlin intertwined in the air, and the White Shadow Assassin joined together, and the power of Jianguang rose greatly. With heavy shadows, the assassin pierced Ning Wufeng's robe with a sword, and the blood fell down.

Ning Wufeng chuckled, "It's over!"

When the White Shadow Assassins became one, the number of powers increased by dozens of times.

Take a shot!

The qualitative rays of light on the annihilation gun lined up, and Jin Guang burst out. Vientiane Sen Luoyin zoomed in, as if a shield stood in front of him, holding down the sword of the Baiying Assassin. Turned around and stabbed.

The White Shadow Assassin exploded.

Travel thousands of miles!

Ning Wufeng swept between the white shadow assassins. Vientiane Sen Luoyin cooperated with a shot of gazing at the gods. Everywhere they went, the white shadow assassins exploded.

Hua Qiubo's face changed drastically, with a loud roar, and Han Lin trembled hummingly. The pen tip was full of light, and the white shadow assassin was more powerful.

Ning Wufeng grinned, and said lightly, "Brother Hua, isn't Guizhou poor?"

"Then it's over."

His shape suddenly burst out, and his stature of traveling thousands of miles was cast to the extreme, turning into a shadow of Tao Dao, submerged in the Bai Ying Assassin. Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue emits a faint golden light,

The annihilation of the extinguishing gun, as the qualitative light went, the white shadow assassin fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a shot like quality, banged on Hua Qiubo's chest.

With a bang, Hua Qiubo flew out and his face turned pale.

There was a moment of silence under the stage. Everyone was shocked.

"Destroyed?" Someone whispered, breaking the brief silence.

Ning Wufeng's strength is so strong that even the two league leaders of Wenmeng are not his opponents. Hua Qiubo has been famous for a long time, and is not comparable to Zhu Xi and Bai Yunfei.

Someone took a heavy breath and stared at Ning Wufeng in shock.

"Okay!" Liu Wenchuan shouted, and immediately felt exasperated.

The glory of Tianmeng was about to be realized in the hands of brothers! He clenched his fists, what about the Wenmeng League, one of the first three leagues!

"Offended Brother." Ning Wufeng said lightly.

"Impossible!" Hua Qiubo looked incredulous and shook his head hard. He could not accept the fact that he was defeated by Ning Wufeng.

Suddenly, staring at Ning Wufeng scarletly, a loud howling sounded, the bun burst and the black hair danced wildly.

"You can't beat me!" He shouted sternly.

A spurt of blood spewed out like a sword and fell into Hanlin's. His face suddenly became pale. Essence of blood is made by life and is very important to monks. Hua Qiubo at this time consumed essence and blood, and did not hesitate to destroy the foundation.

Hanlin absorbed the essence and let it go. A little blood was added to the original white light.

Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly and said, "Brother, it's just a fight. Do you really want to destroy the foundation?"

Hua Qiubo's face was sullen, and he screamed, "You are just a garbage, a useless epigenesis. Why did you defeat me, I disagree!"

Hanlin burst out of blood, and his spiritual strength increased greatly.

"Kill one person in ten steps!" Hua Qiubo waved out, and the font of the spiritual power turned into blood. Every time he wrote a word, he shivered.

He was in a state of insanity at this time, and looked like he was chosen.

"Rubbish?"

Ning Wufeng chuckled, no matter how good his temper, he couldn't tolerate repeated humiliation. He sneered, "I'll let you know that you are not as good as garbage!"

The annihilation gun buzzes, and Ning Wufeng's nine spirits overflow the eye-catching aura, and the spiritual power in the Eight Spirits is like a spring.

The red blood ice toad floated behind him, and a blast of ice and fire spewed out, and Ning Wufeng's spiritual power suddenly turned into the ice and fire two days.

"Nowhere to go!"

Hua Qiubo finished writing the word again, and a spurt of blood shot like a sword. A bloodsword assassin suddenly emerged in front of him, increasing his power by several times.

The blood shadow assassin burst out, and when Jianguang was stunned, he flew across Ning Wufeng's side and flew away.

Doraemon.

Ning Wufeng's robe was ripped open, and blood was pouring. The speed is so fast that even a monk in the purple lake can't match it.

Instead, he fired a single shot and was also submerged in the Bloodsword Assassin, but he was made by spiritual power, and the ice and fire were useless to him.

The shadow of the blood was traversed in the air at this moment, and each sword would leave a bloodstain on Ning Wufeng. After dozens of strokes, Ning Wufeng was bloodied all over.

"Haha." Hua Qiubo was paralyzed sitting on the ground, seeing Ning Wufeng look like this, Haha laughed, the irresistible madness in the laughter.

"A strong attack."

Everyone at the top of the list has the ability to fight Monk Purple Lake. Obviously, Wulingqiao can step into the Purple Lake, but none of them has it, just to reserve more spiritual power. In this way, they also let their means surpass the ordinary monks in the Purple Lake.

Ning Wufeng's face sank. Hua Qiubo was ranked 23rd, and his strength was already so strong. But it was not enough to let him use the bottom of the pressure box.

His eyes were clear and his mind was open.

The cold suddenly hit. Ning Wufeng's body moved, and the annihilation gun sprang out. A shot of intent, such as the golden light burst out.

He flew out backwards and withdrew a dozen steps away. God knowingly locked Bloodsword Assassin.

Extremely fast, extremely lethal, and pain and tiredness. This is the advantage of the Blood Shadow Assassin.

But he was not human after all, without the slightest. From appearing to disappearing, he had only one purpose, and that was to kill!

Travel thousands of miles!

Ning Wufeng stepped out one step, extinct gunman surging out. The gun burst out like a dragon, and the light burst into bursts. The Bloodsword Assassin's sword lingering like water and a ghost-like figure. With a shot, the speed was extremely fast, almost attacking from all directions.

Take a shot!

Ning Wufeng realized the chance, and shot out with a shot, almost evacuating the magic power of a magic trick, and blasted to the Shadowy Assassin.

There was a squeak, and Half of Bloodsword Assassin was blown away by him.

"It turns out you're so weak." Ning Wufeng took a cold breath and grinned. God's consciousness locked Bloodshadow Assassin and figured out the way he attacked.

The annihilation gun blasted out again.

Only half of the remains of the Bloodsword Assassin flew out, crumbling.

"Damn, it's impossible!" Hua Qiubo sighed, his face incredulous, and hurriedly moved on his body, wanting to take another spit of blood to help the Shadowy Assassin.

But Ning Wufeng is faster.

Wandering thousands of miles, actually broke through at this time.

The body turned into an afterimage and kicked Hua Qiubo with a slam. Binghuo of the red blood ice toad submerged into his body, interrupting Hua Qiubo's movement stiffly.

His face was red, and then turned white again.

With a moan, a spit of anti-blood spewed out, and the whole person passed out.

"Hua Qiubo lost!"

Countless people in the audience barefooted their chests, and after a setback, Hua Qiubo finally lost.

Fang Yingcai and others took Hua Qiubo gloomily. He watched Ning Wufeng's face change and change. Six months ago, this was still the little master he was deceived by. He is now looking forward to your presence.

Hua Qiubo has been used by him to prove that even garbage is not as good. So what is Fang Ying? With people, they left dimly.

The nine leagues are over. The sky league replaces the cultural league and returns to the top three.

Ning Wufeng stood on the ring platform and looked at Situ Shan in front of the platform.

Situ Shan snorted coldly, his face was not very good, his lips trembled, and Ning Wufeng understood what he meant.

"This is just the beginning!"