"Brother Zhan!"

With the tense roar of Gaza, Teng Mai, who was tied to her ankle, quickly got into the flesh and blood. The venom released quickly made her blank in front of her eyes. Her mind was dizzy. She looked at Yu Wenzhan, who was rushing to the fighting field in a trance, and her whole heart sank.

As Su Wanqing said, yuwenzhan is really a conceited and proud man. When he is forced to quit the fight, he sneers at yuwenzhan's killing intention. This man is not so conceited as a self abased man.

"You bastard, I'll kill you."

Yu Wenzhan's eyes are scarlet. Obviously, he has already killed his eyes. He has long ignored the fact that his Epee stabs the seven orifices in the arena. But how can the referee make him do what he wants?

A flash of body shape directly blocked in front of the body of seven orifices, a big hand waved a huge shield to block in the middle of the two people, the eyes showed a touch of coldness, a shield directly hit Yu Wenzhan on the ground can't move.

Yu Wenzhan, who fell on the ground and was imprisoned, suddenly calmed down and looked at his referee coldly. His fists were tightly clenched. His eyes were scarlet and his face was unconvinced. He was even more angry when he thought that he had walked out of the fighting.

A pair of eyes staring at a face of pride, leaning on the fat cheek behind the referee, if this is not a game, he will kill the damn fat man.

"You're a jerk!"

The referee coldly glanced at Yu Wenzhan, the contempt in his eyes was obvious.

Yuwenzhan wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth and limped quickly to the preparation area. Seeing yuwenzhan leave, the fat man collapsed and lost consciousness by relying on the referee. This move is really good. At least you don't have to cover the wound to walk 500 meters. For Qiqiao who can walk a few steps less, it's just a few steps less.

At the moment, lying in the arms of the elder sister of the therapist, enjoying the treatment of the natural spirit, this can be regarded as the happiest thing in the world.

However, the defeat of Yuwen war, on the contrary, made Gaza react because of anger. She clenched her teeth and looked at Bai Mo and Yun Qing not far away angrily. She stretched out her hand to pick out the spikes on her ankle unarmed. The firelight on her hand kept flashing and growing. She quickly gathered into a fireball and flew towards Yan Qing.

The surrounding vines were quickly burned by the flame. Compared with the flame on Su's body in the late Qing Dynasty, the flame was more gorgeous at the moment. It rushed to the wall woven by white ink and flew directly towards Yan Qing.

"Yanqing!"

Yan Qing's face is pale. She looks at the fireball flying towards her, and it's a cold sweat. You know, it's Phoenix, and it's bound to hurt when it hits her.

He nimbly gave Mela a a natural shield not far away from the siege. Then he thought of his own safety. It was obviously too late for him to defend. When he thought he wanted to fight hard, he closed his eyes in a panic.

For a long time, he could not wait for the fireball to attack. He only felt the burning fire around him without any harm.

"Mu Feng, what are you waiting for? Kill him

In front of her, Yan Qing opened her eyes with a slight frown, but saw that she was familiar with her body. Her gentle eyes were like water. She always looked at her smiling face with a smile. He took a cold breath.

How could it be him?

Why is it him?

Why did he save me? Why

He only felt his eyes moist, his fingers trembled, bit by bit swallowed his bitterness into his heart, the whole person was confused, he slightly opened his mouth, looked at white ink with a trembling voice and said: "why?"

White ink slightly a Leng, looking at red eyes, holding back tears stubborn Yanqing, a faint smile on the corner of the mouth, stretched out the bloody hand that had been blasted, dead pressed on Yanqing's head, forced to endure tears, roared: "go away."

Yan Qing was pushed out as soon as he said this, and Bai Mo quickly wrapped his bloody back with vines to avoid the second fireball in Gaza.

Yanqing was so dragged by white ink, the whole person fell to the ground, escaped the fireball attack, originally hidden in the bottom of the heart of blood were mobilized by white ink, looking at not far away in Gaza, coldly said: "I fight with you."

Bai Mo just wants to follow Yan Qing, but he is blocked by Mu Feng.

"I don't want to fight you, but don't go too far." Mu Feng looks at Bai mo after biting his bad teeth.

Bai Mo looked at Mu Feng and said with a loud laugh, "the world says that treatment is a waste. Today I'm going to fight with you to the end."

With these words, the treatment of many martial arts fields is red, isn't it? All families can't do without treatment, but they discriminate against treatment. It's not a day or two. It's common for Shengguang mainland to even buy and sell therapists. However, such arrogant treatment as Bai Mo and Yan Qing really gives the therapists face.

Mu Feng frowned slightly, looked at Bai Mo and said, "are you serious?"

"Nature is serious." Bai Mo looks at Mu Feng coldly. His face is the arrogance that Mu Feng has never seen before. This arrogance always reminds him of Su Wanqing. He frowns and says with a bitter smile: "you have changed a lot since you were with her."

"Then let's have a good fight."

Su Wanqing, who used to put a towel on his face, suddenly got up and looked at Bai Mo and Yan Qing in the room, with a slight hook on the corner of his mouth: "sure enough, there are idiots, and they don't follow the script."

"In fact, it's very good. Even if you go in with injuries, what's the matter?" Qiqiao entered the war preparation area from one side, grinned and whispered to Su Wanqing: "don't say, you're right. Yuwenzhan really kicked out of the fighting field."

"I think Bai Mo and Yan Qing can win." Yunqing looks at the white ink and Yanqing in the field.

Su's late Qing Dynasty, looking at Yan Qing and Bai Mo not far away, said: "winning or losing is not so important at this time."

Indeed, at this moment, it's useless for Baimo and Mufeng, Yanqing and Gaza to win or lose.

Soon after a few rounds, Bai Mo and Yan Qing, who suffered from skin injuries, slowly gathered together, and Mu Feng and Gaza also stood together. It was originally a group battle, but now it was split into small pieces, which was not good for the Holy Land dragon riding.

If so, before entering the body of white ink, Mu Feng and Gaza fell directly into the quicksand. Without waiting for them to reflect, they were stifled by wooden fish on their backs, and two knives were inserted directly into their backs.

"Shameless!"