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„Heaven Rank Divine Arts? Is it possible that Senior Brother Jiang also does practice have Heaven Rank Divine Arts?” Hears Jiang Ming shouted loudly, the Zhao Yuxi complexion big change, loses the sound track, other disciples are also the whole face shock.
Nearby Xiao Chen, light nod, said: „Should be Heaven Rank Divine Arts that Palace Lord bids, Palace Lord regards as important the war of this azure shade, making Jiang Ming practice nothing.”
„My also practice.” Miao Cuiling that suddenly opens the mouth, elegant face appears wipes happily, her words, made the disciple eyes pupil fill immediately envied the envy.
On the seat of honor, hears the Jiang Ming words, Fang Qianxing and the others the facial casts, has revealed the joyful color, as if to Heaven Rank Divine Arts that Jiang Ming will soon display, has the self-confidence.
With Ding Flame on seat of honor, the old eyebrow selected selecting, the squint shot a look at whole face joyful Fang Qianxing, heart secretly thought: „Heaven Rank Divine Arts of chamber of commerce bidding, the might compared with Phantom Saint Palace Heaven Rank Divine Arts, has the might evidently, but leaves happily is too early.”
Above upper air, after strength promotion of Jiang Ming to limit, his both hands are start to make imprint to come, the palm unexpectedly was flood light azure light, tyrannical aura filled the air.
„Really extinguishes the god demon heart palm.” The Xiao Chen's face reveals wipes light happy expression.
„powerful fierce strength!” The face stares dull, the Zhao Yuxi panic-stricken [say / way], cannot bear swallow the saliva, because the disciples also cultivation base is bad, but was pressed the complexion blanch by that tyrannical imposing manner.
„Heaven Rank Divine Arts! Extinguishes the god demon heart palm!”
shouted loudly falls, tyrannical strength condensation in the palm, a Jiang Ming palm rumbles, several feet green palm imprint, oppresses the rumor to be slightly incisive from out of the blue, the place visited, space also slightly wriggles, just likes the sea level ripple.
Feels that tyrannical strength, under the square, the complexion of people all suddenly changes.
„Extinguishes the might of god demon heart palm to be really astonishing!” Stage next screams, enlargement the eye pupil, is centralized above that energy palm imprint.
„Is Heaven Rank Divine Realm, might endures compared with Yellow Rank Sacred Arts powerfull skill worthily decides.” The beautiful pupil passed over gently and swiftly wipes the exclamation, Caiyun is also surprised said that the elegant face god, powerfull skill that auctions from her hand decides slightly, now finally has the opportunity to witness the Technique might.
„Bang!”
„pū pū!”
Two tyrannical energies bump into, the stuffy thunder of bang crack, their complexions all simultaneously change, complexion one white, simultaneously the mouth spits the blood, was all shaken the wound by the strength of opposite party.
„This. How possible! Was consumed that many Saint Yuan by me, his Heaven Rank Divine Arts also has this grade of might unexpectedly!” Spits blood that moment, the heart shakes greatly, Song Tianliang was unbelievable, in the heart also secretly rejoiced that had consumed the Jiang Ming strength a moment ago, otherwise he was defeated at this moment absolutely.
Although Song Tianliang was injured by the Jiang Ming trick a moment ago, but has not actually affected his strength, but also calculates he who was in the peak strength, displayed Heaven Rank Divine Arts, decided however can severely wounded consumption many strength Jiang Ming, but Jiang Ming can also shake injures him, Heaven Rank Divine Arts that obviously Jiang Ming displayed, might.
Zhao Yuxi and the others complexion smiling face immediately one stiff, the heart worries secretly, Jiang Ming is the Blue Mist Saint Palace trump card, is the key of victory and loss.
Jiang Ming is injured, without doubt gives Blue Mist Saint Palace to create an inexplicable tremendous pressure, all disciples were in short supply the incomparably, palms pinch the sweat.
„Song conscience injury was heavy, how long cannot support!” Heart joyful whisper, on the Fang Qianxing face, maintains wipes the bright smiling face as before.
„The Song conscience, Blue Mist Saint Palace Heaven Rank Divine Arts was quite it seems like formidable.” In the situations of consumption many strength, can still shake the wound Song conscience, on the Jiang Ming face, is the joyful self-satisfied color that reveals.
The Song conscience supported furiously, the meaning of completely not having given up, the face, he has not expected Blue Mist Saint Palace bidding gloomy Heaven Rank Divine Arts, had the so formidable might unexpectedly.
„The Song conscience, you lost!” When is joyfully self-satisfied, the Jiang Ming palm takes back slightly, at once promotes suddenly once more, the strength promotes several points unexpectedly once again.
„hey hey, Jiang Ming, should not be happy too soon!” The pale face appears suddenly self-satisfied grinning fiendishly, a right hand move, wields leaves High-Grade Spirit Tool unexpectedly, is a sending out flame bead, the strength of Song conscience rose suddenly once more.
„This is.” Finds that Magic Weapon, the Jiang Ming face changes suddenly, the jet black eye pupil dodges panic-stricken.
„The fellow also has High-Grade Spirit Tool Magic Weapon unexpectedly!” The Blue Mist Saint Palace disciple complexion changes once more, has inhaled cold air in abundance.
„Bites the Yuan bead!” Under, Fang Qianxing as well as three elder complexions all change, in the eye pupil, glitters obviously the anger, the vision simultaneously is sweeping to nearby Ding Flame.
„Didn't have the strength to resist?” Finds Jiang Ming that panic-stricken look, the Song conscience was even more self-satisfied.
„Bastard!” The strength of Song conscience promoted at lightning speed, Jiang Ming unable to support, face Qu Niu, the appearance was extremely strenuous, cannot bear curse angrily one.
„Bang!”
„Pū!”
Two tyrannical strengths of mutual impact, left High-Grade Spirit Tool Magic Weapon along with Song conscience wields once more, his strength blinked, promoted one time to continue unexpectedly, two strengths blasted out suddenly, the explosion energy ripples rumbled completely in the Jiang Ming direction, the complexion was instantaneous, shakes the Jiang Ming mouth to spit the blood, the personal appearance just liked the kite of line flew.
„Senior Brother Jiang!”
„First Senior Brother!”
Blue Mist Saint Palace disciples shocking shouts, the matter that most does not want to see occurred, surface like coarse lime.
„Wins in the strength, loses in Magic Weapon.” Under the stage, sighed one lightly, myriad master light [say / way].
„Originally is Ding Palace Lord Magic Weapon, within half double-hour, can promote the formidable strength, this fight is indeed splendid, but was actually a pity.” The elegant face reappearing light charming smile, Caiyun said with a smile lightly.
„Ding Palace Lord, you also really give up, lends the disciple to battle to use including own Magic Weapon temporarily.” The face body has pulled out pulling out, the angry vision anger stares Ding Flame, the satire of Fang Qianxing yin cold said.
hear speech/words, the face brought to wipe the happy expression, the vision sweeps Fang Qianxing, Ding Flame said with a smile slightly: „Palace Lord Fang extinguishing the god demon heart palm passed to Jiang Ming.”
„Lost lost, can only say that Palace Lord Fang has not prepared.” A Phantom Saint Palace elder said with a smile, so long as Jiang Ming were defeated, without a doubt, Phantom Saint Palace won.
„You!” The body of face twitches once more, the heart anger is dreadful, but Fang Qianxing thousand actually do not know how to refute.
Song conscience not contrary, and Jiang Ming was seriously injured, Saint Yuan exhausted, is incapable of fighting again, victory and defeat already difference.
Saw that Jiang Ming falls in the square outside place, Wang Jian clashes walk as if flying, catches Jiang Ming, and puts down it steadily.
„Jiang Ming, you lost.” In the upper air, the smiling face of face becomes bright, Song Tianliang said with a smile complacently.
hear speech/words, Jiang Ming that pale such as on the face of paper, is actually wipes the smiling face of revealing, as if completely because of being defeated to be depressed.
„I win in the strength, but you win in Magic Weapon, looked how you understood, does not have anything to be quite self-satisfied.” Deeply inspires, suppresses within the body tuck dive the vitality, Jiang Ming says with a smile slightly.
„Lost lost, this was the weak one for the excuse that to conceal to find.” Not cares a whoop the Jiang Ming words, Song Tianliang sneered to say slightly, in his opinion, so long as Phantom Saint Palace won, did not care about any process, only looked at the result.
Shook the head slightly, Jiang Ming no longer said that under supporting by the arm of Wang Jian, walks toward the Blue Mist Saint Palace disciple.
Jiang Ming defeats, the Blue Mist Saint Palace disciples is a face are depressed, the Blue Mist Saint Palace commanding generals had been defeated, the following fight, regarding Blue Mist Saint Palace, pressure without doubt multiplies.
Many influence high levels also secretly shook the head, the so splendid fight, this thinks that Jiang Ming will win, unexpectedly actually changed the course of events by Song Tianliang, so long as Phantom Saint Palace wins again, Blue Mist Saint Palace lost, besides Jiang Ming, they as if not favor other disciples.
Even if Miao Cuiling wins reluctantly, perhaps but this third disciple, Blue Mist Saint Palace cannot put out the disciple of boundary of Saint King, must know that the Phantom Saint Palace third disciple similarly is the boundary of Saint King initial stage.,
This second fight is Miao Cuiling and Fu Hai, they all are the boundary of Saint King initial stage, station of Miao Cuiling that exquisite tender body in toward the square, immediately brings in cheers, that beautiful elegant face, making the man on the scene have an eyeful.
Although the Miao Cuiling beautiful appearance is inferior to Caiyun, but Miao Cuiling that simple and elegant makings actually are also Caiyun, really compare, is each has his good points, Miao Cuiling belongs to that clear elegantly simple beautiful woman, but Caiyun belongs is full of the flavor maturely beautiful.
Has saying that their fights are also very splendid, although female, but Miao Cuiling is also the Blue Mist Saint Palace genius disciple, the battle efficiency is greatly strengthened, the strength with paying the sea is equally matched.
But because is actually female's relations, in the strength, actually is also inferior to the man, one struggles hard, is at a disadvantage.
Including Miao Cuiling also difficult enemy match, this is makes Blue Mist Saint Palace all people burning with impatience, if Miao Cuiling is defeated, Blue Mist Saint Palace lost.
However is good because in the final moment, Miao Cuiling displays to extinguish the god demon heart palm, self-satisfied severely wounded Fu Hai, they all because of exhausting Saint Yuan, but is unable to fight again, this game actually has become the tie.
Miao Cuiling has not been defeated, makes the Blue Mist Saint Palace people relax actually, but that is also only temporary, the following third fight, is most essential.
„Palace Lord Fang, this third competition, does not know that is who must go to battle? The Blue Mist Saint Palace disciple, as if did not have the boundary of Saint King.” In the square, Phantom Saint Palace disciple Lü Changqing said with a smile, the heart was secret.
„Old man recommends for an official position Xiao Chen.” On the seat of honor, Wei Luan traces the beard, light start to talk.
Wei Luan such remarks, the audience is instantaneously silent, in pairs a vision is sweeping cannot help but to Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen depending on a person of strength, kills the Liu Family 70-80 guards, although does not know Xiao Chen's cultivation base, but depends on this point, sufficiently made the person not dare to belittle.
„Blue Mist Saint Palace is really makes him go to battle finally.” On the elegant face appears attractive charming smile, Caiyun as if also has expected.
The people on the scene also anticipate Xiao Chen to go to battle, wants to know that Xiao Chen is any cultivation base, but the following Liu Chengfeng words, make the people complexion suddenly change immediately.
„Xiao Chen had said is not the Blue Mist Saint Palace disciple, since is not, that does not have the qualifications to go to battle!” The eye pupil of yin cold shot a look at Xiao Chen, the Liu Chengfeng slightly dense [say / way].
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