"I was entrusted to kill you, Ergou, if you die at my hands, don't blame me."
Long Qingyang sighed deeply, his slender jade fingers gently stroked his cheeks, even the word "killing" came out of his mouth with such tenderness.
Under the battle stage, Dongfang Jingshui, Li Xiaonan and others, their faces were also quite strange, this Long Qingyang was really enchanting, and many men who had cultivated to be powerful might be lured to bed by him.
Feng Feiyun was very close to him, and he could smell the faint fragrance emanating from him, if he was a woman, his appearance could definitely be compared to Princess Luofu, luring people to death, not paying for his life.
"Sure enough, it's someone invited by the underground gambling palace."
Feng Feiyun thought so in his heart, and secretly guessed in his heart, how could the underground gambling palace have such a huge power, not only to be able to move the geniuses of the seventy-two countries of the Western Regions, but also to invite the top masters of the Tianlong Dynasty There is only one explanation, the backer behind the underground gambling palace is the "Xiyue Valve", one of the four major gates.
Only the power of the Western Yue Lords covered the "Western Regions Prefecture", "Seventy-two Kingdoms of the Western Regions", "Tianlong Dynasty", and "Yuqian Dynasty".
"This slut actually came to the Shenjin Dynasty."
Prince Hongye arrived, dressed in golden armor, followed by four old men behind him.
The Hongye Emperor fought in the Silver Hook Valve, shaking the younger generation of the entire Shenjin Dynasty, and defeated Yan Ziyu on the epic genius list in only thirteen moves, and was evaluated as an existence at the same level as Dongfang Jingshui and Li Xiaonan.
There is the power of a half-step giant.
Prince Hongye and Li Xiaonan are both "divine disciples" of the Divine Spirit Palace.
"You know him," Li Xiaonan said.
Hongye Emperor Tiger was mighty, his eyes were like copper bells, and he said: "Long Qingyang is extremely famous among the younger generation of the Tianlong Dynasty, and he is one of the top people, but his fame is not because of his talent and cultivation, but because of his beauty, even the first beauty of the Tianlong Dynasty is not as beautiful as him." ” "He and many big names in the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty have a leg, and the power behind him is huge and terrifying, as long as he wants to kill someone, even if the other party is a giant, he will definitely die."
There are many monks who have heard the words of Prince Hongye, and they all swallowed their spittle, this Long Qingyang's habit is really special, if he is a woman, he is definitely the most dissolute woman in the world, but he has to admit that he is indeed charming, and the male monks present are obsessed, affecting the sexual orientation of many people.
Feng Feiyun's scalp was a little numb, under the battle platform and on the battle platform, there were completely two feelings, fortunately, his willpower was strong enough, if another person stood on the same battle platform as Long Qingyang, he would definitely be fascinated by him.
There are only ten minutes left until sunset.
Long Qingyang sacrificed a water palace, gently held it in the palm of his hand, and the water palace flew up, turning into a huge cyan palace, suppressed to the top of Feng Feiyun's head.
It was an incomparably large force, and he seemed to be soft and moving, but this blow was stronger than any previous master.
The bodies of the four old men guarding the battle platform were all slightly shocked, and they hurriedly condensed the imprint with their hands, consolidating the formation pattern of the battle platform again.
"This dead shemale's cultivation is so powerful."
Feng Feiyun's body was strong, and he mobilized the nine thousand nine hundred and sixty-nine alien beast battle spirits in his body, which condensed on the surface of his skin, like an extra layer of dense beast patterns on his skin.
"Hongluan is white in the world."
The sword was unsheathed, the demonic aura was horizontal, and a dazzling brilliance bloomed, turning into a huge red luan firebird.
Long Qingyang smiled leisurely, stretched out a finger, and pointed a little forward, a black void manifested at his fingertips, directly devouring this move Red Luan Demon Sword, and the flames were drowned.
"The Red Luan Demon Sword was broken by him, Long Qingyang's cultivation is very strong, maybe he can really defeat the Demon Sword Heir."
Feng Feiyun's heart is also very solemn, this dead demon's cultivation is really extraordinary, he must have reached the fifth level of the Mandate of Heaven, not to mention that he can't use the strongest power now, even if he uses the Bronze Spirit Boat and the Miao Ghost Wrench, he may not be able to defeat him.
Unless you can refine two more Heavenly Marrow Spirit Pills and reach the fourth level of Heavenly Destiny.
"Let me uncover your hat and see if you look handsome or not."
Long Qingyang's body turned into eighteen shadows, forming a series, and in just a blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of Feng Feiyun, and his slender and slender fingers went to uncover the hat on his head.
But he threw himself into the air, and the wind flew faster than him, as if moving sideways on the ground.
"Hehe, it's kind of interesting."
Long Qingyang suspended the water palace above the battle platform, and thousands of waterfalls gushed out of the huge water palace, flying down, enveloping the entire battle platform.
The sound of the water boiling "boom" is exactly like a real waterfall.
There were really waves of water gushing out of the water palace, flooding the battle platform, because there were formations set up around the battle platform, and the water could not flow out at all, so it was piled up on the battle platform, accumulating more and more thick, turning into a lake tens of meters deep.
This is a lake without an embankment, all sides are transparent, the center is full of turbulent water, still thinking about the accumulation above, soon more than 100 meters deep, but the water in the water palace still does not stop, as if a sea can gush out of it.
This water palace is definitely a supreme spiritual treasure, and I don't know how this Long Qingyang got it.
"Weak water" Feng Feiyun wanted to rush up to the sky from the bottom of the water, but found that the water pressure was surprisingly heavy, and he was only halfway flying, and he was squeezed back.
"It's so powerful that you know that it's weak, and since you know it, you should know that you're going to die today."
Long Qingyang walked in the weak water, and it seemed that he didn't bear any pressure at all, and he seemed extremely relaxed.
The weak water soaked his dress, and his long hair was wet, some of which were floating in the water, and some of which were sticking to the delicate and snow-white face, and the droplets of water were faintly visible.
His legs were more slender than a woman's, tangled in a soaked dress, outlining a moving curve, and if you didn't look at his upper body, it would be as seductive as a beautiful naked woman walking in the water.
"What a demon."
Feng Feiyun sacrificed the battle sword, condensed the Red Luan Demon Sword, and unfolded a series of sword tricks.
The sword technique of the demon sword is not trivial, the power is huge, even if Long Qingyang's cultivation is unfathomable, he still has to avoid its edge, while playing one magical spell after another, resisting the sword technique, while swimming.
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"Ergou, how long can you hold on" Long Qingyang smiled, calmly.
The weak water in the water palace is constantly gushing out, and the squeezing force of the water is getting bigger and bigger, and the pressure will increase by tens of thousands of catties every second.
Long Qingyang didn't fight Feng Feiyun head-on at all, as long as he waited until the weak water of the Water Palace poured down, he would be able to directly press Feng Feiyun down.
Feng Feiyun naturally knew his purpose, and he did it faster, stabbing out thousands of swords in a row, and thousands of burning red luans flew on the battle platform, flying in the weak water.
Blue weak water, fiery red sword qi, two extreme forces collided.
Long Qingyang was also forced to fight hard, unable to escape, and constantly fought with Feng Feiyun.
Although he looks very underwhelming, his strength is surprisingly strong, and he can fight with Feng Feiyun with his bare hands and not fall behind.
"Feng Ergou's aura is so majestic, it seems that his strength will never be exhausted, and even after fighting more than thirty young masters, he can still cast so many Red Luan Demon Sword."
Many monks thought that Feng Feiyun was the end of the strong crossbow, and in the face of a master like Long Qingyang, he would definitely lose, but they didn't expect that since he had such a deep background, the battle between the two was simply beyond the confrontation of the younger generation, which made many older monks feel ashamed.
There is more weak water above the battle platform, and the force of the squeeze is enough to crush a piece of iron.
"Poof" Feng Feiyun's battle sword was pinched off by Long Qingyang stretched out two fingers, and he had two rings on his fingers, and the power of the sword was poured out of these two rings.
Two more spiritual treasures.
"The battle swords are broken, you still have to fight," Long Qingyang said with a smile.
Feng Feiyun carried a short sword and said coldly: "The last move, the winner lives, and the loser dies." ” Feng Feiyun's momentum climbed to the peak, and he threw the sword in his hand, and the white light flashed in his hand, and an extra dagger with white light appeared.
This dagger is condensed from the gall of the Heavenly Marrow, which can be called the sharpest in the world, and even a spiritual weapon can be smashed.
Long Qingyang knew that Feng Feiyun was going to fight hard, but he was not afraid at all, after the battle just now, he had already figured out Feng Feiyun's cultivation.
"Huh" The white light flashed, like a bolt of lightning.
Long Qingyang stood on the edge of the battle platform, just about to shoot an ancient treasure to block this sword, but the white dagger turned around and hit the battle platform formation behind him, tearing a huge crack in the formation guarding the battle platform.
You must know how huge the water pressure of the weak water is, and at this moment, there is suddenly an extra crack, and all the forces have found an outlet for catharsis.
"Boom" A huge force surged and hit Long Qingyang's body.
This is the force of weak water pressure.
His face changed, and before he could take back the Water Palace, he had already turned over on his back, and was rushed out of the crack in the formation by the current, and rolled off the battle platform.
And Feng Feiyun had already prepared, there was a sword pile on the ground, and his feet were blocked by the sword pile, and he was far away from that formation crack, so he was not squeezed out by the huge water pressure.
This sword pile was the broken sword that was broken by Long Qingyang, which was inserted into the ground by him.
The weak water flowed out, and Long Qingyang rushed to the battle platform like a chicken in the soup, and said, "You are cheating, let's fight again." ” "I'm sorry, you've fallen off the battlefield, and you're not qualified to fight me again today."
Feng Feiyun looked at the imperial city in the west and said, "The sun has set, today is over, and I am the final winner of the Yellow Character Battle Platform." ” Long Qingyang has never been defeated, let alone made a fool of himself in front of so many monks, but today he is embarrassed.
The sun sets, and the last rays of sunlight disappear.
It is already an indisputable fact that Feng Feiyun passed the first round
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