On the plains, Grantini Mebis clenched his fists, wearing a green suit that stood out.
Dobo is very helpless. The last thing he wants to encounter among all his opponents is the Mebis family. He is an interpreter, and he has more control and understanding of Xing Neng than everyone. He is confident that he can fight against Han Chong, but Mebe The Si clan is an exception, this clan fights purely on strength, a strange force, so that he has nowhere to do it.
Outside the plain, many interpreters in the academy also sighed. There is no doubt that Dobo is powerful. He even defeated Mira in the same period. He was a monster, but he chose the wrong opponent. The Mebis clan can be regarded as the nemesis of the interpreters.
"Come on," Grantini yelled and slapped Dobo.
Daub was speechless, he didn't like this kind of opening remarks, how good the battle against Charlotte was, the contest between the two civilizations was very graceful, but the woman in front of him gave him the illusion of returning to the wild.
He hurriedly avoided, and was blasted out of a huge pothole on the spot, followed by a few loud noises, the scope of the pothole became larger and larger, and even a wave of air swept over him.
Dobo sighed. When his feet landed, the whole world changed and turned into a silver gray. Terror waves swept across the plains inside and outside. He was using the field to suppress Grantini.
In the field, every move of Grantini is under Dobo's supervision. Her punching power, movement trajectory, and even avoidance direction, etc., can't hide from Dobo. If Grantini really wants to defeat Dobo with her current strength It's impossible, but fortunately, she has fighting spirit.
The next moment, the overbearing purple battle spirit rose to the sky, and everyone was shaken with four patterns of war spirit.
Dobo looked at Grantini's warlike eyes, rather helpless, and directly surrendered.
Grantini was about to rush to the battle, was choked by Dobo, and furious, "Are you a man, surrendering so quickly?".
Daobo sighed, "The Mebis family understands the four-strokes of war. My attack can't break the defense, but it's impossible for you to beat me. Your attack can't beat me at all."
"Then you still admit defeat?" Grantini was dissatisfied, eager to try.
Daub said helplessly, "None of us can beat each other. If a good man doesn't fight with a woman, I surrendered."
"You look down on women? Looking for death" Grantini rushed over again, punching in the head.
Lu Yin looked up at the sky. This scene was very familiar. Back then, Lulu beat Shuz for a freshman in the Tenth Hospital and asked him to apologize to her.
Daub directly withdrew from the realm of rebirth, causing Grantini to fail with a punch. She was very uncomfortable. Although on the surface she was a little bit more gentle than Lulus, but the Mebis clan would never be able to change some of the vices, such as belligerence.
Thinking about it, Grantini swept his gaze towards the peak, especially looking at Lu Yin, the purple battle spirit even more exalted.
Lu Yin laughed, got up, looked at King Yan Qingye, "It's our turn."
Yan Qing Ye Wang got up, Sen Leng looked at Lu Yin, "Remind you, it's best not to admit defeat, otherwise, Ye Wang Clan will let you know what despair is."
Lu Yin's smile narrowed and his tone was cold, "Really, it seems you want to target me".
"The night royal family doesn't need to target anyone. It's hard to meet an opponent who is qualified to let me crush, and I don't want to end too soon." King Yan Qingye stepped out and appeared on the plain.
Lu Yin's expression was low, the night royal family, the night royal family, this race has been involved with him from the beginning, the blue sky of the earth, the white night of the butterfly shadow, the gray night of the tenth courtyard, including the night king Yan Qing in front of him, he and This race is really predestined.
"Brother Lu, don't mind, she's just that temper, a woman, she will always be uncomfortable for a few days." The fashion appeared, and he sat shamelessly on the peak. The other defeated chiefs did not come back, only he came back.
The girl Caixing looked towards Fengshang, "What did you say?".
The fashion is embarrassing, "So what, I didn't say anything, haha".
Caixingnv looked at Lu Yin without speaking.
Lu Yin stepped out and appeared on the plain, facing King Yan Qingye.
Many people think that this competition of the Ten Institutes will definitely be the leader. In fact, this is the last battle, and only a few people know about it.
If Sword Sect Liu Shaoqiu is not well-known to many people, then the Ye Royal Family is different, with a strand of gray in the center of the iconic black and white hair. This is the Ye Royal Family, the most powerful race in the universe.
Regardless of the outer universe or the inner universe, the White Night Royal Family is terrifying and possesses countless legends.
Daewoo Empire, Huo Xiaoling, Jenny Ona, Granny, Guress, Erde and others who had fought with Qingyu had their eyes widened. The last battle of the earth trial was vivid and powerful. It horrified everyone. At that time, Lu Yin defeated him. The process was quite difficult. In a blink of an eye, Lu Yin faced this clan again.
King Yan Qingye is not Qingyu, Qingyu climbed up as the Baiye clan, and Yan Qingye was born as the Yewang clan. The training resources and combat skills she received were not comparable to Qingyu.
Everyone in Liu Shaoqiu's battle with Lu Yin didn't feel intuitively, but when they faced King Yan Qing Ye, they felt a kind of chill from the heart. The three words Ye Wang Clan were enough to represent everything.
The two stood facing each other on the plain, and they didn’t move. Lu Yin stared at King Yan Qingye’s eyes. He didn’t forget the scene in which Kalong was instantly petrified. That was the talent of King Yan Qingye. He couldn’t break this talent. May be able to stop Yan Qingye Wang.
The corners of Yan Qingye’s mouth curled up in a charming arc, his arrogant eyes flashed with purple, Lu Yin’s scalp exploded, and the four lines of war on his body covered it, dangerous and dangerous. A strange wave was blocked and isolated by the four lines of war. Outside of the body, but even so, the four lines of fighting energy have been erased, and they are dull and dull.
Many people were shocked, Yan Qing Yewang's talent was terrifying to make people chill, just a glance can weaken the four-stripe fighting spirit.
"Look at how long you can hold back" Yan Qingye was disdainful. She simulated several battles with Lu Yin. Although this person was very powerful, he was fast enough to dodge the first sword of the thirteen swords, but no matter how fast he can go. Have you ever glanced at it? Her purple pupil talent happens to be the nemesis of speed, and this person has no chance of winning against her.
Lu Yin frowned, the emptiness disappeared, breaking through the emptiness, and rushing directly towards King Yan Qingye.
Yan Qingye's Wang Zitong glanced back and forth, staying within Lu Yin for a moment, causing the four lines of fighting spirit on his body to be constantly weakened. Once the four lines of fighting spirit disappeared, he would be petrified, and his fate would be the same as that of Kalong.
This is an unsolvable battle. All that is required is to buy time, either to defeat King Yan Qingye before the four-stroke fighting spirit disappears completely, or to wait to be petrified.
Lu Yin chose the first path, and rushed towards her with Yan Qingye’s purple pupil talent, lifting his palm up to ninefold and fifteen times the wave palm, causing the void to collapse, pressing down with a single palm, which is comparable to the thirteenth swordsman. He didn't believe that King Yan Qingye could easily block the power of Second Sword.
Yan Qingye Wang's eyes were awe-inspiring, his purple enchanting pupils twinkling, standing in place, suddenly raised his head, the soles of his feet, the purple battle spirit burst into the sky, "Yewang Skill-Yewang Fist".
Lu Yin's pupils shrank, four lines of fighting spirit
boom
A big underground sink, a terrifying wave of air swept all around, directly tore apart the Qi Jin of the isolated plain. Fortunately, the instructor arranged a second Qi Jin to block, otherwise the aftermath would be enough to kill many students in seconds.
When the night fell, the Yewangquan changed the sky, leaving only one punch in Lu Yin's eyes.
He stared at the Yewangquan, very familiar, very familiar. It was the first time he came into contact with the inheritance stone of the Baiye clan, and he saw this punch. Through this punch, he understood the Baiyequan, and the king of Yan Qingye performed it. Stronger Night King Fist.
The white nights alternated, tearing at people’s spirits and spirits. This was the pinnacle punch that King Yan Qingye urged with four lines of war aura. Although the power of a punch is not as powerful as the third sword of the thirteen swords, it is also very close. Now, Liu Shaoqiu was moved.
Bang bang bang...
With more than ten explosions, the nine-fold fifteen-fold wave palm confronted the Yewangquan head-on, bombarding the world, causing the void to collapse. One after another spatial cracks swallowed the surrounding area and absorbed the smoke and dust. Lu Yin and Yan Qing Yewang shuttled through the void at high speed. Cracks, head-on collision.
Originally, Lu Yin thought that King Yan Qingye would use the Baiye Clan's combat skills and talents to deal with him, but he didn't expect that King Yan Qingye was good at fighting spirit, and his flesh was also terrifyingly powerful, even surpassing Chaozhi.
boom
With a loud noise, Lu Yin held onto Yan Qingyewang’s double fists, and the two of them slammed into the ground at the same time. Yan Qingyewang’s purple pupils stared at him, and kept killing the four lines of fighting energy, "You can really fight against my Baiye Clan. Technical immunity, say, what is your talent?".
Lu Yin's knees hit King Yan Qingye directly, and Wang Qingye's long legs lifted up at the same time, blocking Lu Yin's leg, "Your four-stripe fighting spirit won't last long, you are dead."
"Well, try again." Lu Yin yelled, letting go of Yan Qingye's fists, his right palm retracted, his muscles swelled, and the pain spread to his nerves.
King Yan Qingye was shocked, "impossible."
With a bounce, Lu Yin’s right arm elbow smashed into the void, and with one palm, Yan Qingyewang’s entire body was blasted out of the ground. Seventeen loud noises erupted in her body, almost breaking four lines of fighting energy. King Qing Ye spouted blood, his face pale, floating in the sky.
Lu Yin slowly rose into the air, panting heavily, his right arm dripping with blood, ninefold and seventeen times the wave palm was almost the limit of his right arm, and the same blow was difficult to hit in his current state.
Before the light curtain, everyone was silent and watched intently. This battle had been enthusiastic from the beginning, and the four lines of fighting vigorously blasted each other. Who is better
In the inner universe, in a dark room, a young man shook his wine glass and looked at the light curtain lightly. His black and white hair was breathtaking, and a long gray hair stretched to his shoulders.
Behind the young man, Liu Shaoge also looked at the light curtain and Lu Yin, his eyes flickering, and there was a strange color deep in his eyes.
Over the plain, King Yan Qingye wiped the blood stains at the corners of his mouth. The originally enchanting purple pupils were cold and cold, and he swept towards Lu Yin, "Your physical strength is beyond my expectation. Seventeen times the palm of your hand, even in ordinary exploration. arrive".
Lu Yin's face was serious, "You are also very good, you can actually hold on to death."