Chapter 2302 (1/2)
In the Imperial Court Arena, eight arms are like shadows, falling madly, as if to sink this desert.
The endless roar stunned the creatures around the jade mirror.
”That's FA Xiang!”
”It's so terrible just by the power of Dharma. Who is the woman in red?”
”After Zhao Huan was a saint, he was also a proud man in the ancient city of Zhendong. How could he...”
On the jade mirror, the picture changes, and the clear reflection of Zhao Huan, who is struggling to support himself, is reflected in the sky and the eight armed bombardment.
Each of his swords was like cutting on a mountain falling from the sky. On his arms, Xianyuan lingered and broke again and again.
If the two arms had been broken, they would have been broken.
Even so, he was still bleeding from his seven orifices and suffered great trauma.
Suddenly, Zhao Huan roared, ”break it for me!”
He almost exhausted all his strength, and even gathered a wisp of Shengyun into the semi holy soldier.
Boom!
A knife awn, bright to the extreme, from the knife, cut down to the Ming bone heaven.
Taking this opportunity, Zhao Wanxiang retreated from the sky.
The corners of his eyes are full of blood. There are blood drops between his eyebrows, and his eyes are blurred.
A pair of pupils, full of horror, looking at Qin Hongyi.
Qin Hongyi stood with her hand in her hand, holding the bow of the half emperor in her hands behind her.
”You are so weak!”
Qin Hongyi looks at Zhao Huan curiously. Since Qin Xuan has said hello, this person is naturally related to her elder brother Changqing.
However, compared with jin'er's ferocity, the man in front of him was really weak.
Suddenly, Zhao Huan's face became extremely difficult.
In particular, Qin Hongyi's serious appearance made him roar faintly in his throat.
”Weak!” His chest was burning with anger. As a saint, in the ancient town of Zhendong, when all living beings did not look up to him, now he has suffered such humiliation.
Qin Hongyi nodded and said, ”it's so weak. Your strength can barely match the Tianjiao of the sixth frontier. No, you may not be able to beat some Tianjiao of the sixth frontier!”
”Why so weak!”
She seems to ask herself, this sentence, is to let Zhao Huan completely crazy.
The pride of heaven in the sixth frontier before ancient times seemed to be everywhere in the mouth of the girl in red.
Even Zhao Huan, since his cultivation, has only seen dozens of former Tianjiao in the third realm of Hunyuan.
He once fought in wars, sometimes defeated and sometimes won. I have to admit that the power of ancient Tianjiao was very strong, but In front of this young girl, it's too easy to say.
No wonder Qin Hongyi followed Qin Xuan all the way, not to mention the ancient Tianjiao in the sixth realm of Hunyuan.
Even if she was a saint, she saw with her own eyes that she had been killed by Qin Xuan. What was the pride of heaven in the sixth frontier of ancient times?
Qin Hongyi was a little disappointed. ”Just, you've done your best. I hope the others don't let me down!”
A little lost words, let Zhao Huan anger boiling, but also can't help hoarse voice, ”what do you say? You haven't done your best yet! ”
”Full strength!” Qin Hongyi picked the corner of her mouth and showed a sweet smile.
”You are so weak. If I try my best again, I will not trample you. You will die!” She was very serious. At the next moment, her eight arms were full of cracks, as if she had broken a cocoon and become a butterfly.
In Qin Hongyi's eyes, the red light was shining, and the dark red Xianyuan gradually entered the broken Dharma phase.
Boom!
With a roar, the whole desert is an earthquake.
under Qin Hongyi, the eight arm life and bone appearance suddenly broke, and a woman replaced it.