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"Genius, really much.

Snow impermanence in the heart of the dark road, Jun Mo Xi, actually cultivated a pure Haozhengzheng, rare, too rare, Hao Ranzheng, it is not so easy to cultivate.

In order to cultivate awe-inspiring temperament, in addition to a strong talent, but also the heart of the character, the evil generation of the wrong heart, the soul twisted, the inner dirty, can not cultivate a pure sense of integrity.

Hao Ranzheng is also an embodiment of the inner manifestation of the heart.

"So far?"

Yan ink raised his head and looked at the impermanence of the snow. He couldn’t understand it. Anyone could see it. Just now, Jun Moxi was suppressing him. It was like licking his face. How can he stop this? He still wants to find it. Come back to face.

"You have lost." Snow looked at the inklessly, his words made the ink face condensed, more ugly, snow impermanence, in front of everyone, said he had lost.

"Even if you are not losing in strength, you have already lost your mind. What you are going to do now is not how to find your face, but to adjust your mentality to face the opportunity that you will encounter. Otherwise, even if it is The same opportunity, he will get more benefits than you. At that time, the real decisive battle, you still have to lose."

Snow impermanence said slowly to the ink, so that the face of the ink is stiff, and he understands that the impermanence of the snow is reasonable. After all, he is not a fool, and the strength of Jun Mo is indeed beyond his imagination. He was arrogant and repressed the demons. Moreover, he was ready to use the Wuhun, but Jun Moxi did not, and to a certain extent, he had already lost.

"We will fight again." Ink and cold in the cold swept the monarch, and then the body fluttered and returned to his position.

"At any time, I will accompany you." Jun Moxi smirked and smiled. He was still so free and easy, his heart was fretting, and his body was gone. He turned into an ordinary and ordinary youth. He could not see that there was too much abnormality.

When the body trembled, Jun Moxi returned to the Dragon Cave. His position in the crowd was constantly rising.

It seems that Jun Mo Xi may be the strongest of the top three, the Emperor Mausoleum, Duan Duodao, Jun Mo Xi three people, may be the most powerful three people in the snowy area.

Lin Feng and Tang Youyun are very powerful. They got the first jade spoon and the second jade spoon. But if you want to compare it with Jun Mo, there should still be a gap in the repair. At least for now, they still can’t Mo Xibi.

Jun Mo Xi is awe-inspiring, powerful, and even smothered, all are suppressed, and the same is the strongest genius of the eight, but there will still be a gap, no fight, no one knows who is strong Weak, Jun Moxi and Zhai Mo are good examples. In the previous two comparisons, it seems that Jun Mo Xi did not show too conspicuously, and he was not arrogant. He has always maintained a calm and watery posture. Many people think that Jun The low-key is because the strength is weak, but the facts tell them the truth, low-key, not necessarily poor strength, this is the character of the person.

After Jun Moxi’s battle, it was the sixth battle. The sixth battle was bloody.

After the **** station came out, his gaze was on the dream, and he chose a dream.

The face of the dream is with a shallow smile, watching the snow in the void is impermanent, saying: "Predecessors, I am not as strong as him, can you give up this battle?"

The crowd is a glimpse, but then they can understand the dream of a dream. Her woman, who wants to fight against blood, is really difficult and admit defeat. It is not a rational choice.

"Yes, it’s already here, fight with you or not." Snow nodded and nodded.

"Thank you for your predecessors." The dream of pure dreams is very simple, watching bloody: "I admit defeat."

"Hey!" Bloody cold, I wanted to try a means, but did not think of the dream of conceiting the loss, let him fight without fighting, this victory, he does not feel very cool, especially before him There is also a beautiful battle.

When the dream is abandoned, it is the seventh battle. It should have been chosen by blood, but because the **** has been defeated, it is skipped directly, and it is the turn of Ling Xiao.

The only opponents that can be selected by Ling Ling are only three people left, the rain, the demon, the dead wood, and the clouds flying.

"If I fight with the dead wood, the victory and defeat is not known, the name of the enchanting sorrow, but it is not the name of the wave, and if I fight with Yunfei, the rain will face the dead wood." Ling Xiao eyes flashed, some embarrassed, and finally He looked at the rain beside him and said: "Light rain, give up together, how?"

When Yu Yu heard Ling Xiao’s words, he understood his meaning, nodded slightly, and then looked at the snow impermanence: “Predecessors, he and I fight, I admit defeat, you will give up as two of me.”

At this moment, their meaning of fighting is not so strong. What they think is more, what is the opportunity that snow is impermanent? Can they make their cultivation go further and become stronger.

"Alright."

Snow impermanence still did not refuse, nodded, and then his eyes fell on the dead wood, leaving dead wood and clouds flying, no choice.

This last battle is a dead wood, flying against the clouds. If it is a dead wood, the jade spoon is not guaranteed. However, if Yunfei is defeated, he will not be affected at all, because Yunfeiyang is among the fifteen people. The key is the end of the number, he lost, the same is the jade.

"Need a fight?"

The dead wood looked at the clouds and flew, even did not cross the battle platform, directly asked at the Dragon Cave.

"Try it."

Just when the crowd thought that Yunfeiyang would refuse, Yunfeiyang spoke up. This battle is actually the easiest for him. It is dispensable. However, the crowd thinks that Yunfei will not fight, but the fact is exactly the opposite. , Yunfei Yang, he wants to fight.

The dead wood also smashed, and then a flash of cold in the eyes: "If you want to fight, come."

After all, his footsteps took the lead, and he reached the top of the platform, and his sharp eyes pierced the clouds.

"If you want to fight, you will come." The sound of dead wood is very subtle, but it is very clear, and there is a dryness in his body, especially his eyes, and the pupils who have no sense of color are so cold.

Yunfei Yang also descended on the battle platform and looked at the dead wood road: "The devil is dead and dead wood, I want to see it, your name, where come from."

"I am fulfilling you."

The dead wood snorted, his pupils suddenly became dead and dead, and the space around him seemed to be dead, and he became dead. Without any color of life, Yunfei Yang stood in front of him. What came to him was a terrible silence, as if his body would wither and aging at any time.

"You will soon understand why the demon sorrow comes from."

The lonely foot stepped a step, a terrible withered gas, blooming in the void.

But Yunfei’s mouth is a smile, a very interesting smile.

"I am sorry, I am not accompanying you. This battle, I admit defeat."

Yunfei Yang suddenly said, let everyone be stunned, just took the initiative to ask for the cloud to fly, and suddenly see the defeat?

Nothing to think about, the cloud-flying body has already returned to the dragon cave. The smiling look looks at the dead wood: "I just want to feel it, I have already felt it, so there is no need to continue fighting."

"Do you play me?"

"I believe that now everyone hopes that this war will end." Yunfei Yang laughed lazily. I am afraid that people are now imagining the opportunity. I hope that this last battle will be completed, and Yunfei’s admit defeat will undoubtedly be fulfilled. Everyone, this round of battle is finally over.