Her face was sallow, her legs were trembling, her whole body was weak and incompetent, and her robes were ragged. The exposed skin was either purple-green finger marks or erotic lips marks. Batu supported himself with a long knife to stand up. Seeing several hands stroking his thighs from time to time, the four of them were filled with endless sluts, and they were having fun. Batu Yidao, a powerful man who had never cried when his mother gave birth to him. He never only knew what tears were. He shed a few tears of humiliation. He raised his hands and fell, and the four of them were always entangled together.

Five of the eight people who had not entered the Bodhi meditation for a day in the meditation were killed. The other three each occupied one Bodhi meditation and no one came to disturb them. Batu used the dead bodies of nine people and some stones to form a small step to slowly climb up the last Bodhi meditation in the void.

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Eight days passed quickly, and this was the last time to compete for the position. The current sorting is like this. The first position is still the woman in white who was no one challenged. The second position is Han Shun, the third position is Wandering Demon, the fourth position is Ling Feng, the fifth position is Suo Feng, the sixth position is Xiao Changfeng, the seventh position is a white-haired middle-aged two-handed swordsman, the eighth position is a Han Shun who has been challenging Ling Feng, and the ninth position is Batu Yishao...

This time, Ling Feng did not wait for Han Shue, who should be the clone, to challenge him. He rushed towards Han Shue who was in the second position and shouted in a low voice: "Get out!"

The wandering demon girl twisted her waist like a snake's body, flew towards the first position, and smiled and said, "Ye Hanyun, a woman's figure and appearance are for men to appreciate, so why should you wrap yourself so tightly?"

The woman in white who had been practicing had her wet lips slightly opened, and a tone with the smell of plum blossoms spewed out two words like ice: "I want to die!"

The rogue girl's face was frozen and she didn't dare to say anything more.

Immediately afterwards, Ling Feng and Han Shu were fighting, the wandering demon girl fought, and Suo Feng fought, and Xiao Changfeng fought with the middle-aged two-handed swordsman. Han Shu's clone was entangled by Ba Tu.

Everything was going on for granted. Han Shun was even more unparalleled in archery skills. Even Ling Feng could not get close to him with the Nine-word Mantra, so he could only avoid the invincible arrow in a mess.

It’s not that Ling Feng cannot resist the arrowheads that are flying, but that this will consume a lot of power and mysterious power. The opponent will easily and freely stretch the bow Xuan, which is not much, so avoiding fighting without fighting when you cannot fight in close combat is the best choice.

Han Shu found that his arrow could not lock Ling Feng at all, and he did not fight his arrow head-on, so he did not do more meaningless things.

The long bow in his hand suddenly became larger, his hands were folded together and raised high above his head. The nine-character mantras were covered with like a nine-guard ghost howled with his teeth and claws, and his whole person turned into a sharp arrow, his feet were the tail point of the arrow pressed on the bowstring. His hands were folded together as sharp blades, and his toes were loosened and his whole person turned into a dark giant arrow and shot towards Ling Feng.

At this moment, the sky was covered with layers of haze, turning into a whirlpool cloud. The sky and the earth suddenly became inseparable day and night, alternating reincarnation, and the strong wind whistled, gloomy and shrill, like a purgatory on earth. When the dark arrow became darker and cold, the world instantly fell into endless darkness. Ling Feng could feel that no matter where he moved, he could not escape this aggressive attack, and he seemed to have become a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

"Good here!" Ling Feng shouted. He was not afraid of head-on confrontation, but was afraid that he could not even touch the sleeves of others, but instead ate all over the dust.

"The Sixth Style of Mad Dragon Domination - The Fourth Style of Water Against the Sky!" Ling Feng's body was like a dragon, and he moved to the sky in an instant.

The roar of the dragon that resounded through the heaven and earth directly shook the gloomy clouds, and a golden dragon horn suddenly shone out in the darkness, causing thousands of miles of light. The clouds gradually condensed in the air and turned into a sky lake covered with overwhelming sky. When the dragon's mouth was breathed, a water column sprayed, turning into a hanging waterfall, rushing down from thousands of miles altitude, with enough force to open the sky and split the earth.

The two are like comets colliding, and the scattered water droplets smash the rocks to pieces. The void is like a broken mirror, covered with cracks.

All I could hear was the tingling sound of the terrifying energy fluctuations, and Ling Feng and Han Shuai had fought for hundreds of rounds in an instant.

A trace of yellow and red thread on Ling Feng's neck gradually dyed his chest red, and the Dragon Ridge Sky Sword on his right hand trembled.

Han Shun's right hand kept shaking, and the silver moon scimitar turned from a long bow in his hand also shook up and down, and drops of blood flowed out from the middle of his eyebrows like black ink.

Han Shun's tongue rolled on his lips, and a drop of blood that fell from the tip of his nose just fell on the tip of his tongue. His tongue bounced back into his mouth and made a "sizzling" sound.

"It feels so good to be injured! If you hadn't destroyed my Dharma God's practice, I really wouldn't want to kill you!" The voice seemed to come to a person who hadn't spoken for a thousand years, and it was extremely hoarse. If Ling Feng's soul power had not captured a thought that flashed through the other party's mind, it would have been difficult to understand what Han Shuai was saying.

"Oh! Are you talking about those garbage goods?" Ling Feng twisted his neck casually, shook the solidified blood off and exposed his white and flawless skin. He said arrogantly.

"Hehehe~" Han Shuai laughed in his mouth, and the silver moon scimitar in his hand instantly slashed thousands of ink-colored waning moons. Wherever the ink-colored waning moon went, they were covered by darkness. The inexplicable pressure made Ling Feng feel cold all over and his limbs stiff.

"The sixth style of the Mad Dragon Bad Picture - the fifth style of the Dragon Fighting in the Wild!"

Ling Feng's thoughts moved, controlling his muscles to contract and agitation, and the power contained in it continued to fluctuate more and more intensely.

Ling Feng's body was covered with fine dragon scales, and his whole body was in the dark, emitting golden light. His sharp claws were flashing with a terrifying cold light, and his whole body was filled with a unique beauty.

A long and heavy dragon roar came from Lingfeng's mouth, and the waning moon in the sky was like falling flowers, melting into the air without seeing it.

Ling Feng used the Sunset No Trace Step this time, and thousands of afterimages surrounded Han Shao.

Han Shun's Silver Moon Scimitar swept across the thousands of afterimages into the void. Suddenly, Han Shun's eyes suddenly appeared. A dragon claw easily cut the fine flesh between his neck, then slashed downward, and cut off the trachea, throat, carotid artery, and collarbone below it. The black blood immediately ran out freely.

Ling Feng clearly saw that Han Shu's blood was suddenly drained, and his body suddenly jumped away, slashing Ling Feng's waist with a knife. Ling Feng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick, and he blocked the attack of the scimitar with one claw, and then stepped fiercely on Han Shu's wound that was healing himself.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!