The rain is getting bigger and bigger, and it doesn't mean to stop at all.
People, getting more and more excited, the flames of the quarter-finals will evaporate the rain.
The opening game of this quarter-final match is really full of highlights.
The former Simon Dream was ranked sixth in the Tianban. Later, the Zuochuyi, who was ranked second, was ruthlessly defeated in last year’s competition, but today she is facing the rankings in the resurrection match. The third Ao Pengcheng, almost a super power not inferior to Zuoqiu Yi, also has a terrible reputation in the entire Guardian Camp.
but.
After all, Ao Pengcheng was not a Zuoqiuyi.
When Ximen Zhenmeng stood in the martial arts stage, her sharp sword-like gaze still couldn't help but pierced the expressionless Soul Dao witch in the stands.
Pity.
The astounding swordsmanship that he has cultivated himself cannot be used to avenge himself.
Zuoqiuyi still had that expressionless appearance.
She is just a puppet who has lost her soul. It doesn't make any difference to her whether to fight Ximen Zhenmeng or not. All she has to do is to follow Gu Qingfeng's instructions, fight, fight, until death, that's it.
And just as Ximen Zhenmeng crossed his eyebrows and coldly swept the stands, the cold voice of the opposite Ao Peng Cheng rang:
"At this time, I am still distracted by him, Simon is dreaming. No wonder you lost so embarrassingly last year!"
In a word, it sounded like Hong Zhong, full of provocation.
Ximen Zhenmeng turned his gaze back to Ao Pengcheng.
The opponent is a golden dragon bird. It is said to be the mutant bloodline of the great golden beast. It possesses the ultimate speed and indestructible claws that are not inferior to the Jinpeng clan. In the entire guarding camp, only Gu Qingfeng and Gu Qingfeng and Only the Zuochuyi can contend with it.
The dream of Ximen Pillow a year ago would also not be Ao Pengcheng's opponent, so at this moment, when this Pengniao faced his opponent, he was full of confident and cold ridicule.
"Ximen's dream..." Ao Peng Cheng said coldly: "I originally thought you were a bit savvy, but today's is really disappointing. If you think that you want to pass the resurrection match with only a god soldier, it would be okay. It’s too simple to think about Jiang Tianying!"
Ao Pengcheng already knew that Ximen Zhenmeng had invited Divine Sword [Broken Spring and Autumn], but obviously this did not give him pressure, but used it as a reason to mock Ximen Zhenmeng.
"It's useless to say more." Ximen Mengmeng's pretty eyebrows were erected, sassy and heroic, without fear of the bird's shocking beast: "The Spring and Autumn Period was originally used to deal with that cheap maid, but now it can only be used to slaughter chickens! !"
Good guys.
The female general didn't save face when she choked.
The atmosphere on the court suddenly smelled of gunpowder, even if the two had no grievances before, I am afraid that today's battle will definitely be difficult to end.
snort!
Talking more is not helpful.
The two players walked away directly after the conversation, according to the rules of the big competition, they need to be 100 meters away to salute the battle.
And when the atmosphere in the audience was so tense, in the instructor's bench, the instructor Ma Qiang and the others, who were silently waiting for the start of the game, suddenly heard the sound of the shameless guy next to Yingwuchang.
"Oh... Damanniu, watching the game like this is so boring... Why don't we gamble on something?"
"Bet, what to bet?" General Fire Bull took the words in a daze.
"What else can you bet on, who will win the next two? I bet on the little girl Ximen to win, how about two hundred immortal pills?"
"Why?" Huo Niu shook his head unhappy: "I also think Ximen girl will win, why should I give you money for nothing."
"Damn! Why are you like this? Somehow, Ao Pengcheng is also a warrior carefully trained by Instructor Ma Qiang. If you are not optimistic about others, you have to give Instructor Ma Qiang a bit of face. How much do you gamble to support?"
"Don't bet! I bet a thousand [Xianling Pills] on Ximen girl to win, can you take it?"
"Pick up the hair! I am not the instructor of other Ao Pengcheng, you despise people so much for my troubles, but it is a pity that no one will play with you~~"
"Enough for the two of you!!" Ma Qiang said coldly, "Doesn't you appear to be naive to use this kind of agitation? Do you want to bet? I'll just accompany you!"
"Oh! I said that instructor Ma, you are so daring and courageous. Of course, you won't fail to support your students, right, hehehe..."
Ying Wuchang was obviously born good at gambling, and the gambling agreement signed by Fang Yi and Gu Yuntian made him tickled. Now he is waiting to play two games with Ma Qiang.
"How much to bet?" Ma Qiang was obviously very calm, just showing his attitude, and didn't intend to bet really gamble at all.
"You said, let's just play around and have a good time." Ying Wuchang didn't have any more thoughts, just trying to cheer.
"Five hundred immortal pill, bet Ao Peng Cheng wins!" Ma Qiang reported a number that was not painful to him.
"Deal!!" Ying Wuchang is happy to bet, besides, he is really not sure about the dream of Ximen pillow, so he nodded happily.
A small bet of only five hundred immortal pills was established. This also added some extra fun to the first game of the quarter-finals. And at the same time that Yingwuchang and Ma Qiang made a high-five agreement, the following The battle has officially begun.
As the instructor Wu made a loud announcement, Ximen Zhenmeng and Ao Pengcheng simultaneously aroused their own billowing fairy power.
On the one hand, Ximen Zhen Mengqian stretched out her hand, and the Divine Sword Broken Spring and Autumn screamed. The pale yellow sword body looked like the outstretched fingers of a simple god, pointing diagonally to the sky. A hundred meters of cracks shed thousands of sunshine.
On the other side, Ao Peng Cheng sneered, the huge Peng Wings behind him suddenly opened, and the whole person rose in the wind, setting off a black gust of sky, covering up all the sunshine that tore the Ximen Pillow’s dream sword aura, and the horrible breath was gone Like a 10,000-meter Shenpeng descended on the world, suppressing everyone's breathing.
From the aura, Obviously Ao Pengcheng is even better.
But how can Ximen Zhenmeng give in to the blood of battle, facing the overwhelming Shenpengxianwei, the Broken Spring and Autumn in her hand screamed more and more, like the roar of an unyielding warrior, she directly swung the sword and angrily cut, drawing out a line enough to cut The magical sword of heaven and earth.
The sword breaks the sea!
Ximen's Broken Sky Swordsmanship, slashed the sky with anger, a wave of sword intent that filled the audience swept across the world, thousands of raindrops merged in the sky and sea, and was cut off by Ximen Zhenmeng with a sword, and the terrifying edge cut straight into the sky. The world-famous Shenpeng.
"Huh! Naive!"
Facing the Excalibur, Ao Pengcheng only shook the sky coldly.
He saw his feet turned into sharp claws, facing the sky-shaking sword that broke across the ocean, without avoiding it, he directly greeted him with the huge claws and slammed into the sky with the sword light.
Huh!
The eardrums burst, leaving nothing but dregs.
Under the tens of thousands of eyes, I saw that the terrifying Shenpeng sharp claws were actually firmly grasping the sword light of the sword breaking the sea, and then I heard a crisp sound, which was actually abruptly smashing the sky. A sword crushed in the air.
Bang bang bang.
Endless waves of air swept backwards.
The Ximen Pillow on the ground receded his sword in dream, and stepped on the ground with seven footprints, his face flushed.
But Ao Pengcheng's offensive was about to begin.
"If this is your strength, you still look forward to fighting against Zuochuyi, a joke!!"
Whoosh.
The Shenpeng warlord in the sky was still reprimanding coldly for the first second, but the next moment he had already arrived next to Zuoqiuyi, a pair of sky-shattering wings swept across, like a black raging wave coming, trying to sleep Ximen's dream. Swallow.
Huh!
It was the golden and iron cries again, and the listener was numb at all.
At the moment of the moment, Ximen Zhenmeng held the spring and autumn rung Ao Pengcheng's sweep, and his whole body plunged into the ground. He was directly knocked out of more than two hundred meters again, and a gravel gully was drawn on the ground, as if it had already been. Completely at a disadvantage.
"Give me defeat!!"
Ao Pengcheng's combat experience and its richness, the battle that can be ended quickly will never be delayed.
He has taken the lead. It was a storm-like attack that pushed Shenpeng’s ultimate speed to the extreme. In a flash, people seemed to see hundreds of black and vicious figures on the martial arts arena, like lightning bolts. He slashed in all directions of the dream of Ximen's pillow, every move was a fierce attack, and every blow was enough to make the average immortal core expert retreat and die.
But Simon's dream was abruptly blocked.
The Celestial Soldier in her hand exerted a miraculous effect to turn the tide at this moment. The Celestial Soldier’s mysterious power is sword-like, and it actually split into hundreds of swords that are equivalent to the original sword in the face of the opponent’s stormy offensive. The unparalleled sharp sword, when it is swung, it is like a wave of golden swords tumbling, and the spring and autumn are continuous. It is also relying on hundreds of split swords that Ximen Zhenmeng can face the rapid offensive of Ao Pengcheng. Unbeaten for a short time.
However, long-term defense must be lost, how long can she support such a situation
"It's over... The little girl is going to lose!"
On the instructor seat, General Fire Bull shook his horns and grumbled with regret.
"Humph!!"
The instructor Ma Qiang was not surprised by this result. He glanced coldly at Ying Wuchang next to him, and waited to see the other party's expression of losing money.
And this same pride and self-confidence also surfaced on Gu Qingfeng's face in the preparatory zone.
The one who is full of confidence in his own subordinates, is using a helpless and sarcastic tone, and sighs quietly to Lin Yang next to him:
"Hey... Brother Lin, it seems that this female general of yours can only come home with bitterness again this time, regret, regret..."
"Gu Qingfeng, shut up!!" Situ Wan'er couldn't hear the unpleasant taste in these words, and immediately stopped.
"Hehe, okay, Wan'er, you don't like to listen to me and just leave it alone." Gu Qingfeng smiled coldly, without saying anything, but kept staring at Lin Yang's face, just waiting to see the other party's expression waiting for a while. How ugly.
"Hey, Lin Yang! Who is this grandson, how to say it makes people want to smoke him?"
As a result, what made Gu Qingfeng chrysanthemum smoked was that the Lin Yang he was targeting did not speak, but Lu Fengtian, who closed his eyes and calmed down, suddenly stood up. He drew a word like a whip and hit it fiercely. Gu Qingfeng's face.