The Prince of the World Chapter 63: Inner Gate No. 1 (Bottom)
Five wins and five wins!
Yan is one step closer to the first place.
"The next battle, Wenren Xiaoxian vs. Yanli!" Yuan Changfeng announced the end of the battle at the right time.
A fragrant breeze hits, but Xiaoxian Wenren flies up to the ring, without saying anything, drew his sword and attacked Yanli.
Wenren Xiaoxian’s swordsmanship is different from her gender, masculine, with a hot sword aura, faintly visible flames on the sword, especially her pair of beautiful eyes, glaring at Yanli angrily, as if he were in harmony He has a deep hatred.
Yanli was taken aback. He didn't offend her. How could she attack so fiercely, as if she was going to fight me desperately.
However, he didn't care about so much, so he raised his sword and fought with Xiaoxian Wenren.
Hundreds of moves passed in a blink of an eye. After a series of attacks, Wenren Xiaoxian's moves gradually slowed down, obviously lacking true energy.
Looking at Yan Li on the other hand, she is still full of energy, and her set of swordsmanship of the gods is even more magnificent and neat.
It stands to reason that at this point, Wenren Xiaoxian should know that he will be defeated, and there is no need to fight with him again, but she has no intention of giving up!
After five consecutive battles, Yan Li already felt a little tired, and there were Shentu Hanxiang, Nangong Yong, and Qin Shuang behind them. They were all strong enemies, so he could no longer entangle Wenren Xiaoxian.
Naxu! ! !
The zhenqi in the body suddenly changed into Hunyuan zhenqi. At the same time, when he performed the Naxu technique, Xiaoxian Wenren immediately felt that the air seemed to thicken, and her movements also slowed down a lot!
"Sister Wenren, I am offended!"
Yanli gave a soft drink, and the long sword burst out suddenly, breaking through her defense, and then slapped her shoulder with a palm.
"Hmm!"
With a soft snort, a strong surge came and pushed Wenren Xiaoxian off the ring. However, the force was just right and didn't hurt her, it just pushed her out of the ring.
"The next battle, Yan Li vs. Nangong Yong!"
Nangong Yong flew up and said with a smile to Yan, "Junior Brother Yan, you have spent a lot of energy and vitality in fighting six people. Why don't we take a rest for half an hour. How about another fight?"
Nangongyong was the first person to perceive Yan Li's extraordinary status, but he did not expect that Yan Li was actually the little prince of the Great Cloud Kingdom.
For a while, after seeing Yan Li, he unconsciously lowered his head, even with a hint of flattery on his face.
"Brother Yan, here I have a pill for quick recovery of true qi. After taking it, the true qi can be recovered in less than half an hour!"
Seeing Yan Li's refusal, Nangong Yong didn't get annoyed. Instead, he smiled and took out the jade bottle that had been filled with the medicine, and handed it up.
Yan left for a moment and couldn't figure out what Nangong Yong meant, but he took it and said a word of gratitude.
After taking the pill, Yan Li really felt a heat flow quickly dissipate in his body, and then summed it up to the Dantian Qi Sea, quickly replenishing the consumed zhenqi.
"Brother Nangong, I'm almost recovered, please!"
"Brother Yan, be careful!"
"Whooh!"
Two figures flew out and collided in the middle of the ring. Nangong Yong's cultivation base was much stronger than Lin Jingyun and Lin Badi. As soon as he shot, Yan Li felt a pressure.
At the same time, the Shenxiao sword technique was suppressed for the first time, and it could not be used.
He knew that if he didn't use Hun Yuan Zhen Qi, he would definitely not be Nangong Yong's opponent, so he quickly changed his Zhen Qi and used Naxu's trick again.
A strange color flashed in Nangongyong's eyes, feeling as if he was in a quagmire, and his figure became inflexible. At this time, Yan Li used Hunyuan Zhenqi to inspire Shenxiao's sword technique.
It is reasonable to say that the Shenxiao sword can only achieve the strongest power with the zhenqi of the thunder attribute. However, after many experiments, Yan Li found that Hunyuan’s zhenqi seems to have no attributes, and it can not only mobilize the gods. Swordsmanship, on the contrary, makes Shenxiao's swordsmanship even more powerful.
Affected by Naxu, and Yan Li's attack power has soared, Nangong Yong's face gradually flushed. After supporting ten moves, he jumped out of the battlefield and voluntarily gave in.
"Junior Brother Yan, really amazing, I can't make it!"
"Brother Nangong admitted!"
The so-called not to hit the smiley people with one's hand, since Nangong Yong is so polite, Yan Li is not a small-hearted person either.
"Brother Yan, you have to be careful of Junior Sister Shentu!" Nangongyong whispered to him, and took the initiative to jump off the ring.
"The next battle, Yan Li vs. Shentu Hanxiang!"
No need to remind Nangong Yong, Yan Li is also very careful about Shentu Hanxiang.
A long knife nearly two meters long appeared in Shentu Hanxiang's hand. Yanli narrowed the corner of her eyes, staring at the long knife in Shentu Hanxiang's hand, and his face became serious, "Low-grade spirit weapon!"
He faintly remembered that in the previous life, Shentu Hanxiang did not take out the long sword of the spiritual weapon in the test, but did it in this life. Is this the so-called butterfly effect.
"Sister Shentu, please!"
Shentu Hanxiang nodded, "You are careful!"
As soon as 's voice fell, Yan Li sensed a blast of cold light tearing the air, and struck him over his head at a very fast speed.
Shentu Hanxiang is less than 1.7 meters tall, but her spiritual weapon long knife is two meters long. The two match together, which makes Yan Li feel very strange.
But he had no chance to think about it. The long knife came with the icy cold air. He didn't even think about it. Hun Yuan Zhen Qi surged, and the gods burst out into the sky, head on.
"Dang!"
The bladeless sword and the long sword of the spirit weapon collided with each other.
Suddenly, Yan Li felt her tiger's mouth numb, and her body couldn't help but shook, stepping back two steps.
"So strong!"
Yanli looked surprised.
"Puff!"
The long sword of the spirit weapon exudes a cold atmosphere, and it cuts again.
Naxu! ! !
Yanli let out a soft drink, Wufeng Sword drew a Tai Chi circle in the void!
The long sword of is amazing, but under the influence of Naxu, he can't help but twist to the side, but Yan Li catches the opportunity and rushes forward!
The long sword of the spirit weapon is two meters long. Once he gets close to Shentu Hanxiang, the long sword is limited by its length and its combat effectiveness will inevitably drop.
However, he overlooked a problem, that is, the spirit weapon can be large or small. The moment he approached Shentu Hanxiang, the long sword suddenly shortened by half.
Shentu Hanxiang holds a knife in both hands~IndoMTL.com~A series of chops and slashes!
"Dangdangdang!"
Yan raised his sword in response, every time he hit, I felt a big shock in the mouth of the tiger, and almost threw the sword without edge!
"No! If this continues, I will definitely lose! It seems I should...!"
With a thought, Yan Li's true qi changed again, changing from Hunyuan true qi to Gorefiend true qi.
"Swish swish!"
Zhenqi changed, Yan Li felt the blood all over his body boiling, and a huge murderous intent appeared in his chest.
Shadow thorn! ! !
He shook his figure, dragging out a series of afterimages, and then the Wufeng Sword sprang out at an extremely strange angle.
Shentu Hanxiang's complexion became extremely dignified when she saw it, and the long sword of the spiritual tool flew quickly. In an instant, a piece of light was formed, covering her up and down.
"Break it for me!"
Yanli let out a soft drink, Wushuangdao sword shadow spotted Shentu Hanxiang's body up and down.
"Dangdangdang!"
A strong impact sound resounded throughout the audience, and at the same time, the airtight blade light suddenly added a few more flaws.
Empty thorn! ! !
A **** and mysterious sword light flashed, and then, the blade light disappeared, Shen Tu Hanxiang's face was suddenly pale, and a sword tip touched her snow-white neck, exuding a faint cold **** breath. .