Chapter 473 (1/2)

”Hahaha, very good. What you want is an opponent like you!”

Frost Hui smiled without anger and showed his crazy state. He was not handsome. At the moment, he looked ferocious and terrible. He roared: ”crazy eight moves - the second move!”

At the moment, the golden sword was in his hand. It soared to ten feet long. When it was waved quickly, it formed a sword shadow like lightning. Unexpectedly, it smashed all the endless ice blades.

”Crazy eight - the third!”

Shuanghui, who has completely entered the crazy state, has played the third of the eight crazy moves, which is unparalleled in terms of speed, power and track.

With the majestic sword Qi, it swayed in all directions, even in the audience of Tingwei tens of feet away. Many people suddenly appeared a piece of blood on their faces, which was hurt by the sword Qi.

The court guards were shocked and hurried back again for fear of bringing disaster to the fish in the pond.

”Broken eight wastelands - fierce!”

After the rain, holding the world-shaking sabre, the endless ice blade appeared out of thin air again. With the theme of ”Lanyan” sabre, it kept flying and murderous.

”Peng!”

During the sword fight, the energy wave seemed to be the huge wave, which hit them hard on their chest and directly hit them tens of feet away. The next moment, they quickly swept back and fought together.

”Crazy eight - the fourth!”

”Broken eight wastelands - destroyed!”

At this time, the two men's chest was burning with fierce fighting spirit, their figures were constantly intertwined, their swords were heavy, and they frantically killed each other.

It's amazing!

Tingwei, who watched the battle in the distance, was boiling with blood in their bodies. They opened their eyes and stared at the fierce battle between them. They didn't blink. They were afraid that they would miss a very wonderful picture in the blink of an eye, and regretted for life.

Of course, there is no doubt that at the same time, his heart is extremely shocked. Jing Yu, who has always kept a low profile and has not even participated in the ”winning” competition, has become so strong that the whole Holy See has never expected.

Today, if frost Hui hadn't challenged him, no one would understand Jing Yu's real combat power.

In the fierce battle field, Shuanghui had already entered a crazy state. His eyes were red, his black hair stood upright, and his mouth kept roaring like a beast.

The way of fighting is also crazy. Every attack is fierce and direct, as if to tear up the opponent directly.

Jing Yu is always like an evil spirit resurrected from ancient times. In his eyes, blue flames are burning. It seems that there are two vast mysterious worlds. The whole world is full of blue flames, which is shocking.

His ”broken eight wastelands” is obviously an extremely advanced patriarchal martial arts, which is stronger and colder than before. When watching the war, people only feel that the blood in their bodies will be frozen.

With the passage of time, the battle between the two has completely become white hot.

A moment.

”Crazy eight - the sixth!”

With frost Hui's wild beast like roar, the huge sword split the sky, like a rainbow through the sky, fiercely split Jingyu's body. In front of Jingyu's chest, a huge wound with deep visible bones immediately appeared, and blood gushed out in an instant.

And the huge impact will burst out of the tall body of Jingyu as if it were a shell.

”Crazy eight - the seventh!”

The soul has already been sealed by the golden sword. The frost Hui eroded by the crazy remnant soul has lost all reason, and the chest is filled with crazy war intention.

His blood red eyes stared round, and his eyes were almost open. Holding a huge golden sword, he rushed out frantically towards the falling Jingyu.

Right now.

”Frost, too much!”

A deep voice suddenly sounded.

The next moment.

The tall Zong he Wang appeared between Jingyu and Shuanghui out of thin air. With a big hand, he grasped Shuanghui's golden sword tightly.

”Go away, I'm going to chop the boy who is angry with people and gods!”

Frost Hui roared and tried to draw the golden sword, but he didn't move. The muscles on his face were constantly twisted because of extreme anger.

”Presumptuous!”

Zong and Wang Leng drank and shook their hands. Shuanghui was like a puppy. He was thrown more than ten feet away and fell to the ground.