"I just discovered it now? It's too late! My Xue family's auxiliary skill, Xiaoyunyu Jue, can't be broken by you bastards!"
Almost at the moment when Xue Huailu's voice just fell.
Everyone in Xiaoyaomen felt that their bodies became heavy due to the cloud and rain, and they couldn't use their speed to the limit.
After inhaling the dense purple mist through his mouth and nose, he felt that his breathing was not smooth, and his spiritual power was blocked.
This is the first support for the Qilin team.
There is a reason for Xue Huailu to become the top of the Ganhua list.
And Chu Tianyou's reaction was extremely fast, and he shouted: "Yuan Lei, Wen Bin!!"
"Got it, Captain!!"
With Chu Tianyou's order, the two strongest members of the Qilin team other than him immediately soared into the sky and rushed in one direction.
They were neither Muyan, the strongest support, nor Yun Ruohan, the captain.
Instead, Chu Moli was sitting in a wheelchair.
The only long-distance monk in the Xiaoyao team.
Qin Jiu's eyes were red, he took a step forward suddenly, and let out a loud shout.
An earthen wall rose in front of Chu Moli.
At the same time, he himself soared into the air, and his huge fist, mixed with the momentum of thunder, suddenly blasted out.
The strength and power of this punch made everyone in Feilong City faintly change color.
At this moment, the gust of wind in the mirror watching the flowers seemed to think that the fist was violent and stopped blowing.
Even the dense fog cast by Xue Huailu was dispersed a little.
Qu Yuanlei's eyes were bright, he retreated instead of advancing, and shouted excitedly: "Good momentum, let me meet you!"
boom!
The fists of the two collided firmly.
The earth shook, and the trees in the distance made a creaking sound and fell down one after another.
Many people in the stands gasped.
"So strong! Too strong!"
"I, I really didn't expect that Qin Jiu, that big fool of the Xiaoyao team, would have such strength."
This is a real competition of strength, a competition of spiritual power.
Qu Yuanlei's ability to secure the top position in the cracked sky list before Ye Liangchen's appearance is enough to show his strength.
If it's a real fight, even Duan Wenbin in the Xiaoyao team may not necessarily be his opponent.
However, Qin Jiuqu really resisted his attack.
"Xiaoyao team, how many surprises are left for us?!"
Facts have proved that the surprise, or shock, that the Happy Team can bring to everyone is far, far from over.
…
Qin Jiu blocked Qu Yuanlei, but Duan Wenbin rushed towards Chu Moli unstoppably.
With the coercion of breaking mountains and cracking rocks, the long sword slashed at the sick and weak young man in the wheelchair.
Chu Moli slowly raised his head, facing the sword glow cut down like a death scythe, but a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The next moment, when!
A radiant sword blocked Duan Wenbin's attack.
The expression on Yun Ruohan's face was still gentle and humble, but the light in his eyes was firm and decisive, "If you want to touch my junior brother, first ask me about the sword in my hand. Duan Wenbin, your opponent is me!"
Duan Wenbin's pupils shrank, he was shocked.
Such a vigorous momentum, such a calm coercion.
His eyes ignited the longing and throbbing of long-time enemies.
"Okay, then let me see if you are qualified to be my opponent!"
The long swords of the two intersected again.
The next moment, the majestic and tumbling mountain and sea domain and the thunder domain that split mountains and rocks erupted at the same time.
Looking at the flowers in the whole mirror, they all shook.
Those monks who watched, those with low cultivation bases, even felt that their consciousness of the sea was shaken for a while.