In the third battle, Emperor Mausoleum selected the silver sword man ranked 12th, winning.

Then there was no way to pick a clear dream, and Qing Mengxin took the initiative to give up this battle.

Until Jun Moxi went to war, his gaze once again fell on the body of the ink, and in the corner of his mouth, he still had a faint smile.

Jun Mo Xi smile, so that the depressed face is stiff there, very unsightly, Jun Mo Xi, challenge him again.

"This time, the winner must be me." Yan Mo came out with his cold eyes. He was still stunned in the battle of the battle seven days ago. This face, please come back today.

"boom!"

A terrible whirlpool rolled through, without any extra movements, without any words. After Jun Moxi picked him, the body of the ink rushed out and turned into a terrible whirlpool. Extremely fierce.

"There is righteousness in the heavens and the earth!" Jun Moxi spit out a figure in his mouth, a horrible golden yellow scent from his body, rolling and moving, a natural and upright, as if to rush to the sky.

Haoran, righteous!

"kill!"

禹 怒 怒 怒 , , , , , , 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹 禹The terrible arrogance seems to be an invisible strength, and no evil spirit can penetrate it.

The ink-filled power of the ink, just let the arrogance of the awe-inspiring temper, and madly rushed to the Han.

"Hmmm?" The face of Yan Mo's face is slightly stiff. How is it possible that he can't even break this arrogance?

The pupil is turned into a black and white color, and the gossip pattern is looming. In the hands of the ink, there is also a small gossip pattern, which seems to be the scrolling and smashing the arrogance of Jun Moxi.

"Boom, bang..." The horrible awe-inspiring temperament is getting higher and higher, so that Jun Mo Xi 浑 is bathed in the holy sacredness of the body, and the gossip pattern of strangling is still unable to move.

"Jun Mo Xi, more terrible than seven days ago."

The hearts of the crowd trembled slightly, staring at the figure of Jun Mo Xi, Hao Ranzheng, a vast, stalwart mountain.

"Do you think that when you step into the realm, your strength will become stronger, you will be able to beat me?" Jun Moxi spit out a voice in his mouth, and his body is slightly stiff. At this time, the gentleman is so stunned. The bright, as if for the first time, released such dazzling brilliance.

"Don't forget, I stepped into the fifth realm. Even before you step into the realm, you are not as good as me. Now, you are still not as good as me."

Jun Moxi's voice fell, and his footsteps stepped out. Suddenly, the terrible arrogance swept the world, and between heaven and earth, it seemed that there was only this piece of Haoran, this piece of righteousness.

"Well?" The eyes of the crowd are tightly coagulated, so terrible breath, Jun Moxi, his breath, so horrible, the golden color of the arrogance, has swallowed the world, turned into a tornado, in the void Hit the volume.

Hao Ranzheng, this body is awe-inspiring, strong and powerful, the crowd even feels in front of this awe-inspiring, they are very small and humble.

Not only did the crowd have this feeling, but the same feeling was born, as if his power had been suppressed, and he was righteous and suppressed all evil forces.

Self-confidence, smothering his self-confidence, gradually disintegrating, watching the gentleman who was bathed in the air in front of him, he actually gave birth to a feeling of self-defeating.

"You, also called genius?"

An indifferent ironic voice came out, and it was so harsh in the ear of the ink, so that his eyes were instantly reddened. However, at this time, the terrible awe-inspiringness seemed to pour out in an instant, infinite Endless, all spit out to the ink.

"boom!"

The power of terror broke out in an instant, and the awe-inspiring force directly slammed into the body of the ink. The terrible wind and waves rushed past, and the body of the ink was blasted out. This battle, the king is not happy!

"Jun Moxi, won?"

The eyes of the crowd are stiff and it seems that they have not slowed down. What is going on? Two people

The battle was only a moment, and Jun Moxi would use the terrible arrogance to suppress the ink and smash it out. The gap between the two is so big?

Just like Jun Moxi’s words, they are secretly in the heart, is this one of the eight great geniuses of the four empires?

Is he too weak, or is he too strong?

Even if he smould himself, he did not return to God, and he snorted. Even at this moment, he still felt that a vast force was oppressed on him, turning into a haze and lingering.

"The next one." Jun Moxi turned calmly and walked back to his position, leaving his eyes stunned.

"No, the battle is not over yet, I have to fight." The inky face suddenly became extraordinarily cloudy, staring at Jun Moxi.

"Enough." An angry drink swelled and trembled in the mind of the ink, and the ink raised his head and looked at the indifferent pupils in the void, his heart trembled.

"I have already persuaded you, the way of martial arts, the heart is as strong as the blade, indestructible." The man taught a lesson, and the ink nodded silently and then withdrew.

Jun Mo Xi, there is also a victory.

In the sixth battle, the **** pick of Yunfeiyang, out of Lin Feng's expectation, Yunfei Yang, directly admit defeat.

In the seventh battle, it was the turn of the ink, but because Jun Mo Xi has already chosen him, so the wheel is empty, the seven sentimental swords are smashing, and the dead scorpion is dead, and the two are the same as the eight geniuses.

This time, the seven emotion swords and the dead wood are unreserved, and the seven swords of Ling Xiao are all sheathed. The kendo contains the will and the will of love.

Dead wood, with dry enchanting, open eyes, suddenly the world seems to become dead, but in the end, it is Ling Xiao's sword, sharper, Ling Xiao, defeated the dead wood, and achieved a victory.

Fifteen people, because they are singular, so when it was the turn of the six-sounding rain, everyone had already fought over it. Her first battle also chose the powerhouse ranked 14th and defeated the other.

In the second round, Lin Feng once again took the initiative. This time he chose the hail woman, the kendo will be out, the hail will be broken, the sword will not be frozen, and Lin Feng will win again.

Tang is secluded, then the person who chose the silver sword, also won, and won two wins.

In this round, the Emperor Mausoleum let the clear dreams concede, and Duan Duodao, he chose the dead wood battle, the crowd thought it would be a fierce battle, but the power of Duan Duo was too overbearing, ignoring the other's silence, ignoring The other party will age the annual rings, killing everything with a punch and defeating the dead wood.

Jun Moxi defeated Liu Yuqin this time, and **** chose Ling Xiao to carry out the second battle. The **** scorpion and the savage savage and savage savage, and experienced a fierce battle, the ultimate winner is Bloody.

Bloody keeps the record of two wins.

Next, the ink picks people, his eyes directly on the cloud flying Yang, this round is only the cloud flying Yang no war.

"Unfortunately, I can't abuse you once."

禹 目 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨 墨Admit defeat and refuse to fight.

"How are you still standing there?"

The cloud flew a step in the footsteps and walked straight out. The eyes looked at the ink, and a faint voice was made, so that the eyes of the ink were stiff.

Cloud flying, should fight?

Yunfei Yang admits defeat in the face of bloody, and once he faced the dead wood, he confessed to it. When facing him, he should fight. What is this?

It seems that I finally understood it. I was sullen and humiliated. He wanted to humiliate Yunfei Yang, but he felt that he was humiliated because Yunfei Yang did not admit defeat.

"You didn't admit defeat?" 禹 阴 阴 阴 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , Compressed over, so that the face of Zhai Mo is a stiff, Yunfei Yang not only does not admit defeat, but directly fight!

"court death!"

This time, the ink was completely angry, and the horrible gossip pattern burst forth in an instant, without any hesitation. This gossip pattern is like blood, and it will be wrapped in the clouds in an instant!