"I was entrusted to kill you, Ergou, if you die in my hands, don't blame me." Long Qingyang sighed deeply, and his slender jade fingers gently stroked his face and cheeks. , even the word "kill" came out of his mouth so tenderly.
Under the stage, Dongfang Jingshui, Li Xiaonan and the others also had rather strange expressions on their faces. This Long Qingyang was really enchanting, and many men with strong cultivation might be lured to bed by him.
Feng Feiyun was very close to him, and he could smell the faint fragrance emanating from him. If he was a woman, his appearance could definitely be compared to Princess Luofu.
"Sure enough, it's the person invited by the underground gambling palace." Feng Feiyun thought so in his heart, and secretly guessed in his heart, how could the underground gambling palace have such a huge power, not only can it affect the geniuses of the seventy-two countries in the Western Regions, but also Can you also invite the top experts of the Tianlong Dynasty
There is only one explanation. The backer behind the underground gambling palace is the "Xiyue clan", one of the four major clans.
Only the power of the Xiyue clan covers the "Western Region Mansion", "Western Regions Seventy-two Kingdoms", "Tianlong Dynasty" and "Yugan Dynasty".
"This slut actually came to the Shenjin Dynasty." Prince Hongye came, wearing golden armor, followed by four old men behind him.
In the battle of the Silver Hook Valve, Prince Hongye shook the younger generation of the entire Shenjin Dynasty. He defeated Yan Ziyu on the "Epic Genius List" with only thirteen moves, and was evaluated as an existence at the same level as Dongfang Jingshui and Li Xiaonan. .
There is the power of a half-step giant.
Prince Hongye and Li Xiaonan are both "disciples" of the Shenling Palace.
"You know him?" Li Xiaonan asked.
Prince Hongye, with a mighty tiger body and eyes like copper bells, said: "Long Qingyang is very famous in the younger generation of the Tianlong Dynasty, and he is one of the top few people, but his fame is not more because of His talent and cultivation base, but because of his 'beauty', even the first beauty of the Tianlong Dynasty is not as beautiful as him."
"He has a relationship with many big figures in the Tianlong Dynasty. The power behind him is huge and scary. As long as he wants to kill someone, even if the other party is a giant, he will surely die."
Many monks have heard the words of Prince Hongye, and they all swallowed their saliva. This Long Qingyang's hobby is really special. If he is a woman, he is definitely the most dissolute woman in the world, but he has to. Acknowledging that he is indeed charming, the male monks present were obsessed with it, affecting the sexual orientation of many people.
Feng Feiyun's scalp is numb. Off the stage and on the stage are completely two different feelings. Fortunately, his willpower is strong enough. If someone else stood on the same stage as Long Qingyang, he would definitely be killed. He was fascinated.
There are only ten minutes left until sunset.
Long Qingyang sacrificed a water palace, gently held it in the palm of his hand, the water palace flew up, turned into a huge cyan palace, and suppressed it to the top of Feng Feiyun's head.
This is an incomparably huge force, he looks soft and moving, but this blow is stronger than any previous master.
The bodies of the four old men guarding the battle platform were slightly shaken, and they quickly condensed their hands to consolidate the pattern of the battle platform.
"The cultivation level of this dead monster is so powerful." Feng Feiyun's body is strong, and he mobilized the nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-nine alien beast battle spirits in his body, condensing on the surface of the skin, as if there was a dense layer on the skin. Animal pattern.
"As soon as Hongluan comes out, the world will be white."
The war sword was unsheathed, the demonic energy was horizontal and dazzling, and a dazzling brilliance bloomed, turning into a huge red luan fire bird.
Long Qingyang smiled leisurely, stretched out a finger, and pointed forward, a black hole manifested at his fingertips, directly swallowing the red luan demon sword, and the flame was submerged.
"The Red Luan Demon Sword was broken by him. Long Qingyang's cultivation is very powerful, and he might really be able to defeat the demon sword heir."
Feng Feiyun's heart is also very dignified. The cultivation level of this dead human monster is really no trivial matter. He must have reached the fifth level of destiny. Not to mention that he can't use the strongest power now. To be able to defeat him.
Unless you can refine two more Heavenly Marrow Spirit Pills to reach the fourth level of Destiny.
"Let me uncover your hat and see if you are handsome or not." Long Qingyang's body turned into eighteen shadows, forming a series of shadows. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Feng Feiyun, slender and slender. with his fingers to remove the hat on his head.
But he fluttered in the air, Feng Feiyun's speed was faster than him, as if he was traversing on the ground.
"Oh, it's kind of interesting."
Long Qingyang suspended the water palace above the battle platform, and thousands of waterfalls poured out of the huge water palace, cascading down and covering the entire battle platform.
"Boom!" The sound of water boiled, exactly like a real waterfall.
Water waves really poured out of the water palace, filling the battle platform. Because there are formations around the battle platform, the water could not flow out at all, so it piled up on the battle platform, and the accumulation became thicker and thicker. , turned into a lake tens of meters deep.
This is a lake without embankments. It is transparent all around, and the center is full of turbulent water waves. I am still thinking about piling up on the top. It soon exceeds 100 meters deep, but the water waves in the water palace still do not stop. There is an ocean in it.
This water palace is definitely a supreme spiritual treasure, and I don't know how this Long Qingyang was obtained.
"Ming Jing Weak Water!" Feng Feiyun wanted to fly from the bottom of the water to the sky, but found that the water pressure was surprisingly heavy, and he was squeezed back only halfway through the flight.
"Amazing! Even Ming Jing Ruoshui knows that since you know Ming Jing Ruoshui, you should know that you are going to die today." Long Qingyang strolled in Ruoshui, it seemed that he did not bear any heavy pressure at all, and he looked extra relaxed. .
The weak water soaked his dress, and his long hair was wet, some floating in the water, some sticking to the delicate snow-white face, and there were faint drops of water.
His legs were slender than women's, entangled by the soaking wet dress, and outlined a moving curve. If he didn't look at his upper body, he would be as attractive as a beautiful woman walking in the water.
"What a monster." Feng Feiyun sacrificed the battle sword, condensed the red luan demon sword, and started a series of sword tactics.
The sword art of the demon sword is no trivial matter, and its power is huge. Even if Long Qingyang's cultivation is unfathomable, he still has to avoid its edge, while playing a magical technique, resisting the sword art, while swimming.
"Er Gou, how long can you hold on?" Long Qingyang smiled calmly.
The weak water in the water palace is constantly gushing out, the squeezing force of the water is getting bigger and bigger, and every second will increase the weight of tens of thousands of pounds.
Long Qingyang did not fight Feng Feiyun head-on at all, as long as the weak water of the water palace poured down, he would be able to directly press Feng Feiyun to the ground.
Feng Feiyun naturally knew his purpose, and his work was faster. He stabbed thousands of swords in a row, and there were thousands of red luans burning with flames flying above the battle platform and flying in the weak water.
Blue weak water, fiery red sword energy, two extreme strengths collided.
Long Qingyang was also forced to fight hard, unable to escape, constantly fighting against Feng Feiyun.
Although he looks like a bad guy, his strength is surprisingly strong, and he can fight against Feng Feiyun with his bare hands without falling behind.
"Feng Ergou's aura is so majestic, it seems that the power will never be used up. Even after fighting more than 30 young masters, he can still display so many red luan demon swords."
Many cultivators thought that Feng Feiyun was at the end of the battle. Facing a master like Long Qingyang, he would definitely lose, but they did not expect that since he had such a deep background, the battle between the two was simply beyond the confrontation of the younger generation. Feel ashamed.
There are more weak waters on the battlefield, and the squeezing force is enough to crush a piece of iron.
"puff!"
Feng Feiyun's war sword was pinched off by Long Qingyang's two fingers, with two rings on his fingers, and the power of pinching off the war sword came from these two rings.
Two more spirit treasures.
"The swords are broken, do you still want to fight?" Long Qingyang said with a smile.
Feng Feiyun carried a short sword and said coldly: "The last move, the winner lives, the loser perishes."
The momentum of Feng Feiyun's body climbed to the top, and he threw the war sword in his hand, the white light flashed in his hand, and an extra dagger appeared in the white light.
This dagger is made of the celestial marrow, and it can be called the sharpest in the world, even if it is a spiritual tool, it can be chopped.
Long Qingyang knew that Feng Feiyun was going to work hard, but he was not afraid at all. After the fight just now, he had already figured out Feng Feiyun's cultivation.
"Shh!"
The white light flashed like a flash of lightning.
Long Qingyang stood on the edge of the battle platform, just about to hit an ancient treasure to block the sword, but the white dagger turned and hit the battle platform formation behind him, tearing the formation guarding the battle platform to pieces. A huge crack opened.
You must know how huge the water pressure of the Ming Jing Weak Water is. At this moment, a crack suddenly appeared, and all the power has found a vent.
"boom!"
A huge force surged towards Long Qingyang.
This is the power of weak water pressure.
His face changed, and before he could take back the water palace, he had already turned his back, was rushed out of the gap in the formation by the current, and rolled off the battlefield.
Feng Feiyun was already prepared, there was a sword stake on the ground, his feet were blocked by the sword stake, and he was far from the gap in the formation, so he was not squeezed out by the huge water pressure.
This piece of sword stake was exactly the broken sword that was pinched by Long Qingyang and was inserted into the ground by him.
The weak water was drained, and Long Qingyang rushed to the battlefield like a chicken in soup, saying: "You are cheating, we will fight again."
"I'm sorry, you have fallen off the battlefield, and you are not qualified to fight me again today." Feng Feiyun looked at the imperial city in the west and said, "The sun has set, and today is over, I am the last of the yellow-named battlefield. winner."
Long Qingyang has never been defeated, let alone made a fool of himself in front of so many monks, but today he is embarrassed.
The sun goes down and the last rays of the sun disappear.
It is an indisputable fact that Feng Feiyun passed the first round.