Di Ping didn't answer. He touched his nose awkwardly. Just now, LAN Ruoyu looked up in the eyes. Maybe Liu Bingyu also saw it.

It's true that he gave LAN Ruoyu the martial arts skills, including the cultivation techniques of LAN Ruoyu.

Just now others were worried, but only he didn't worry. First, he knew that LAN Ruoyu's strength was much higher than Jiang Fei's, and he had confidence in the martial arts and skills he had given LAN Ruoyu.

Sometimes the strength can't be leveled by sneaking attack. If you don't reach that level, you will never understand. There is no sneak attack, only strength is not good.

Jiang Fei's strength has reached level 2 and level 8, and his strength is not bad, but his potential, talent and martial arts are all poor. LAN Ruoyu is too far away.

So his defeat is inevitable!

On the other side of the challenge arena, Qingfeng just jumped up. Unexpectedly, Barca would suddenly use his talent skills. The energy erupted like a volcano under his feet. The breeze could not hide himself.

"Sword shield!"

He suddenly drank, and the sword in his hand suddenly struck out, forming an arc-shaped shield in front of the sword.

Boom! The broken stone, like a earthworm, burst into the sky and hit the sword air shield. The sword air shield broke in an instant, and the strong force sent the breeze out more than ten meters away.

"Try to split the world!"

At this time, Barca roared, leaped tens of meters away, and the mace in his hand hit the breeze.

Qingfeng man saw the wolf toothed stick which was smashed by the force in the air and felt the violent power. His face also changed. He didn't care that the Earth Dragon's chest was stuffy just now, so he rushed out with a sword.

"Sword swing!"

The sword is like a snake, and suddenly points on the mace.

When! The sword was bent like willow branches and bam by powerful forces! The sword stretched straight, and the breeze whirled back in the air.

"Run there!" Barca's fighting consciousness is extremely strong and slow. Seeing that the breeze is taking advantage of the force to swing away, he roars and his body suddenly rushes out to catch up with Qingfeng.

"Come down for me... Hoo!" The wolf toothed stick swept to the breeze with the wind in his hand. The breeze did not expect Barcelona to react so quickly, so he quickly blocked the sword to block it.

When! The sword was bent, and the mace hit Qingfeng's chest armor. Suddenly, Qingfeng was like a broken line. The kite was smashed dozens of meters away. As soon as the man landed, a mouthful of blood gushed out. Qingfeng's face turned pale, and the breastplate was smashed and changed. There were several Wolf teeth marks on it.

"Boy, I'll see you run there!"

Now, after hundreds of attacks, Barca had been panting for a long time, and finally hurt the breeze. He was willing to give up, forced a breath, roared again, and swept with a mace in his hand.

"In a flash!"

Qingfeng can't wipe the blood on his mouth. He murmured, and his body turned into a light and shadow. He passed the wolf toothed stick, and there was a dull hum in the air.

When Qingfeng appeared 30 meters away, his right muscle armor had been torn, revealing a piece of skin, and the three blood red wounds were like the claws of a wolf.

"Kill!"

Barcelona's eyes flash with joy, step out again to catch up.

The breeze turns back and turns his sword around him. He steps in the sky like a clever flying swallow. He spins around Barca. The sword in his hand can be picked, plucked, or swung. His sword technique is not hard to meet with Barca.

The wind was in a very bad state. The blood almost dyed the right body red, and his face was extremely pale, but he was still supporting.

At this time, many audiences began to cheer for the breeze. As you can see, he has reached the limit and is supported by a force.

"Sister Shen, can Taoist priest Qingfeng win in your eyes?"

During the live broadcast, Tian Yu asked Shen Manshu with a worried face.

Shen Manshu shook his head and said: "it's hard to say, both of them have reached the limit. Then Barca's pace has begun to be unstable. Now what we're fighting for is the will to see who sticks to the end."

"Qingfeng is sure to win. This stupid bear is dying!"

"That's right. Do you think he's panting like a wolf dog?"

"Ha ha... Don't say it's true. I have to keep a memory of it!"

There are all kinds of things said on the barrage, some joking and some scolding. They all support Qingfeng, but there are also rational people.

"The result is not easy to say, Qingfeng is injured and bleeding too much. If Barca can stop, don't chase hard, and completely consume Qingfeng!"

By this time, many grandstands have already ended. Before that, some of the great masters that Diping was optimistic about ended early like blue rain.

Even Feng Lingzi has already defeated his opponent and looks at the challenge arena of Qingfeng with worry on his face.

"Boy, don't run, just know how to hide. Come and fight with Barcelona for 300 rounds!" Barcelona once again failed, he gasped, while waving a mace, angry pursuit of the breeze.

"Good! As you wish, Lingyan whirls

All of a sudden, the fresh wind burst out. Suddenly, the body swept forward, like a swallow, whirled backward, and rushed toward Barca. The speed was as fast as the wind, and the sword in the hand was like a cold star.www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!