Chapter 777: I will not make the same mistake in this life (2/2)
Han Dianzhu and Ren Zongzhu have the same idea. Since it is an irregular fight, the first battle must stand up!
”Step! Step!”
Yu Lingyao and Xiang Ange stepped up, looking at Ye Xingchen's eyes with evil smiles.
They are a bit vague, but they don't need to pay attention to any rules, they still play one with two, which is definitely enough.
”Thanks to the three princes, Dan is acting as a referee today ...” The third-ranking imperial palace master was about to go to Shitai, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the night star: ”You can start shouting.”
”Ok.”
Loudly: ”Start!”
”Brush! Brush!”
As soon as the words came down, Yu Lingyao and Xiang Ange stepped apart from each other by stepping on the body. The evil sect ’s secret method was cast, and the body was like a shadow. It was quickly dizzying.
”One hundred ghosts walking at night, Qianying flying soul!”
A martial artist shouted the names of the statures cast by the two men.
”brush!”
”brush!”
Yu Lingyao and Xiang Ange had been told by the suzerain, so when they started, they pushed the speed to the extreme, jumping up and down, flashing left and right, which can be described as dazzling.
of course.
They are not whispering in flowers.
But during high-speed movement, the spiritual mind locked Ye Xingchen, looking for a flaw that could be attacked.
”found it!”
After a while, the two caught the flaws by accident, and then stood up, all of them struck from the left and right in an instant.
If you use a hidden weapon in a regular match, you will be scolded and shameless, and you will even be judged to lose. But on the random life and death platform, everything is normal!
”Oh!”
”Oh!”
Ye Xingchen stepped forward, and the psionic energy gathered in his fists, as if transformed into an iron fist, breaking all the dozens of roads hitting the left and right, and then stepping on the vertical cloud step, directly blasting towards Yu Lingyao.
”boom------”
The iron fist smashed in, and the other party blew into a cloud of smoke.
”Stand!” Someone exclaimed.
”brush!”
Yu Lingyao landed on the ground from a distance, his legs spread out in a zigzag, one hand held the ground, and sneered: ”This is the Wanzong disciple who won the Dragon Tiger Championship, but ...”
”boom!”
Without finishing talking, the entire face was hit by fists flying from the side, and then flew out in a whistle, just as he had cast himself.
”tread!”
Ye Xingchen appeared at the place where the other party fell, and his right hand suddenly protruded, grabbed the other's ankle directly, and slammed on the ground.
”Oh!”
”Oh!”
”Oh!”
Yu Lingyao was banged around like a rope. Since the slate was blessed, it was not damaged at all.
”...”
The corners of the warriors twitched.
The picture of Ye Xingchen dragging someone's feet from left to right and from right to left was staged in the battle for hegemony, and now I see it again, it is still so cruel!
”good chance!”
While Yu Lingyao was being abused madly, Xiang Ange quietly turned to the side, a spear in his hand suddenly appeared, and then gathered powerful spirits to pierce from behind.
”Rubbish!”
Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his hand, condensed the enchantment in the palm, and instantly held the gun head.
The blocked one raised a sneer at the corner of Ange's mouth, then turned his palm to pull out a thin sword from the handle of the gun, and pierced it at a tricky angle.
”Bashing ——————”
Blood splatter.
When the crowd kept up with the beat rhythm, they saw Xiang Ange standing in place, pierced with a sword, but the head had flew out.
Ye Xingchen didn't know when he was holding the Zhenyang sword, a drop of blood gathered on the blade, and Leng Sen said, ”I will not make the same mistake in this life.”
”Tongtong!”
”Tongtong!”
The head fell to the ground and the body fell down.
”The self-discipline disciple of the Temple ... was killed!”
It is normal for people to die in random life and death, but it is so cold that a third-rate ancestor disciple is so cool, the shock is still very great!
”Oh!”
Ye Xingchen suddenly raised his sword ~ ~ directly cut off Yu Lingyao's right palm.
The poisonous concealer, which had been pinched at the tip of the finger, was ready to trigger at any time and rolled down.
”remember.”
”Change your name in your next life.”
”Bashing ——————————”
The Zhenyang sword flickered and penetrated directly from Yu Lingyao's back, penetrating the heart.
The blow came quickly to the point, so the other party didn't feel too much pain and lost consciousness.
In the irregular battle of life and death, Yu Lingyao can kill Ye Xingchen by one hundred methods, but Ye Xingchen alone is enough to solve him.
”Announce it.”
Jun Chang smiled and looked at the Lord of the Palace of the Imperial Palace, who after a little stunned the god, said: ”The first battle, the disciples of Wanzong won!”