The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 1687: Swordsman’s Style
The first thousand six hundred and eighty-seventh chapter
Hua Hongyao wants to challenge Yue Weiwei!
This already fiery feast of Langya has become more exciting.
The grievances between the two have long since settled. The bonus has publicly provoked Yue Weiwei before, and there are even rumors that the two fought back and forth at the banquet last night.
In fact, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the name of the first beauty in the holy city of red taro became worthless immediately after Yue Weiwei appeared.
Both of them are big beauties, but beauties and beauties are also different.
Regardless of temperament or appearance, Hua Hongyu lost a lot of Yue Weiwei, and was beaten by Yue Weiwei everywhere at this Langya feast.
Jealousy arose in her heart, and she targeted Yue Weiwei everywhere.
The timing of this battle was also very clever. She didn't worry about playing against Yue Weiwei because she was not sure that she would be able to beat Yue Weiwei.
But now Yue Weiwei has fought for six games in a row, no matter how strong she is, she will inevitably have little mental power left.
"If you are not strong enough, you can rest for a while, I'm not in a hurry." Hua Hongyu said indifferently, pretending to be.
"His Royal Highness, you can rest and continue fighting. As long as you don't lose, you can always be there." An old man from Langya Tiangong said.
The red taro frowned slightly, glanced at the old man inadvertently, and cursed in his heart. This old guy, she just said casually, but didn't really plan to let Yue Weiwei rest.
Lin Yun's expression changed in the audience. He wanted to open his mouth to persuade Yue Weiwei to leave.
I'm afraid that after I speak, I will never be able to let go of Yue Weiwei. If he is cruel, then he will be cruel to the end.
But this heart... really hurts, so why is this! !
"Let's get started."
Yue Weiwei said softly, the white silk flying in all directions, brilliant light, noble and holy.
Boom!
She moved her fingers slightly, and the will of the wind floated out, and she also mastered the extremely powerful will of martial arts.
At this moment, Yue Weiwei played the flute, her body bloomed with a dazzling luster, the wind swept in all directions, the white silk was fluttering, and the aura was like mist, she was like a fairy.
Hua Hongyu's complexion changed slightly, this slut...for six games in a row, how could there be such a means.
She moved slightly and took out a bamboo flute and placed it beside her mouth.
As the flute sounded, there was also a brilliant light blooming behind her, and petals flew out in the light, quickly spreading to the entire Langya stage.
She stood in the depths of hundreds of flowers, brilliantly brilliant, and a flaming phoenix bird danced among the flowers.
The red taro rose in the air, and the jade foot lightly fell on the fire-red phoenix bird. Suddenly, her flute sound became quite sacred, with an ancient and solemn atmosphere, solemn and vigorous.
In the void, the sound waves vibrated like thousands of sword qi collisions.
The sound of crushing and collision of gold and stone, continuously sounded, shining with terrible edges.
Wow!
Yue Weiwei was also supported by the wind, slowly rising, two gorgeous figures floating in the air.
On the Langya stage, there was a sudden disappearance of grace, attracting all kinds of attention.
Swish!
The melody of the flute sound evolves into strands of gentle wind, and those invisible winds all become visible blades.
The light of the knife flickered, and the wind was like waves, layer upon layer, continuously falling towards the red taro.
Huh!
A sneer flashed in Hua Hongyu's eyes, and the phoenix bird's wings trembled under his feet, and the turbulent airflow rolled out all the blades that hit.
Om!
The wings quivered again, and in an instant there was fire blazing across the sky, hundreds of flowers were flying, and countless petals gathered into a sea of flowers.
The red flower taro rises across the air, stepping on the sea of flowers, and evolving into waves with the sound of the flute.
Boom!
The waves are rising above the sea of flowers, and she stands on the top of the waves, engulfing the majestic sea as if to swallow Yue Weiwei.
For a while, Yue Weiwei turned upside down with the wave, and her situation became extremely thrilling.
Lin Yun closed his eyes slightly and didn't look, but the five fingers clenched in his right hand tremble constantly. Obviously, his heart is not calm.
At this moment, Yue Weiwei's Xiaoyin became extremely high-pitched, a red mark appeared in her eyebrows, and a stronger mental power burst out.
The next moment, the sound of the Xiao sound is like water, becoming extremely gloomy and cold.
The surging sea of flowers immediately formed a layer of frost, and the frost spread quickly. In the blink of an eye, the entire sea of flowers, including the red taro on the top of the waves, was frozen.
At the same time, Xiaoyin did not stop!
The nine white silks next to Yue Weiwei, like a horror, turned into nine white snakes from behind her and moved towards the place where the red taro was.
Crack!
The ice only sealed the red taro for a moment. After two or three breaths, the sea of flowers opened the ice fetters with a bang. The ice on her body also exploded one after another, but at almost the same time, nine white snakes struck her like a fright.
Puff!
Hua Hongyu spit out blood, and all the flowers fell apart in an instant. She fell from the air, just about to put the bamboo flute to her mouth again.
Huh!
Under the control of Xiaoyin, the nine white snakes hovered in front of her like a sword, and the terrifying murderous intent locked her.
As long as she dares to move rashly, the white snake will defeat her with lightning.
"You lost!"
Yue Weiwei said softly, her tone was still calm, but the expressions of the strong near Langya Terrace were all startled.
"I didn't lose!"
Hua Hong Taro showed an extremely unwilling color in his eyes, and forced the bamboo flute to his mouth.
Boom!
But just now, eight white snakes knocked her out. He spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was shaken out.
Langya feast is the final showdown, after Yue Weiwei has won six games in a row, she won the Bonus Bonus!
Her winning streak came to seven games at once.
There were only twenty people in the final duel, almost half of them were eliminated by almost oneself.
In this unexpected victory, most of them felt that Yue Weiwei, who had already fought six games in a row, was likely to lose to Hua Hongyu.
There won't be too much suspense!
After all, the red yam came here prepared, and after watching six more games, I have a better understanding of Yue Weiwei's rhythm.
However, Yue Weiwei easily won, almost overwhelmingly overwhelming Hua Hongyu.
"Her Bai Ling is a little weird. You have underestimated the enemy. It's not that your strength is really inferior to her, so don't care too much." Next to Hua Hongyu, Tian Yanzong Qin Hao helped her up, lowering and deeply comforting .
His voice is not loud, but others hear quite clearly.
In the foreign object?
This is not fair, and Bai Ling is also inspired by the rhythm, not to mention that Yue Weiwei has been fighting for six games in a row.
Yu Qing and Li both have the advantage of Hua Hongyu, so she is still defeated. It can only be said that she is inferior to others.
This is what Qin Hao said. Not many people dare to question the name of the evil spirit in the Holy Land.
"Yue Weiwei, I will meet you!"
An indifferent voice came from Qin Hao's mouth, and everyone's expressions were startled, as surprise flashed in their eyes.
As a high-profile figure at the top of the list, with Qin Hao's vision and arrogance, he shouldn't have shot Yue Weiwei.
Yue Weiwei, who has played at least seven games in a row, is not worth his special shot.
Everyone was stunned for a while, and then they came to realize that he was going to make a splash and was here to teach Yue Weiwei.
Boom!
Qin Hao stepped forward and hovered on Langya Platform.
The majestic and vast spiritual power was released, and a round of flowing firelight appeared behind Qin Hao, and the flame was as terrible as it was alive.
"Not good."
Beside Lin Yun, Yan Tianchen frowned slightly, clearly feeling the difference between Qin Hao and Yue Weiwei's previous fight.
"Weiwei, give up!"
Mu Xueling looked at Lin Yun angrily, then looked at Yue Weiwei on the Langya stage and shouted.
"Please advise!"
Yue Weiwei turned a deaf ear, staring at Qin Hao.
"I can't talk about advice, I can teach you some rules..." Qin Hao's expression was indifferent, his expression arrogant, his arms stretched fiercely, his left and right fingers glowed with faint light.
Boom!
The stream of fire behind him instantly rushed out, transforming into a guqin in front of him, and the guqin was bursting with strong pressure by the fire.
Qiangqiang!
So fast!
Yue Weiwei hadn't reacted yet, and the sound of the piano came out continuously, bursting out one by one. It changed into a ball of fireballs comparable to Haori, shooting out like lightning.
Boom!
Almost the piano sounded, and a fireball appeared in front of Yue Weiwei.
She was caught off guard and had no time to play the flute, so she waved her hands to resist with the white silk.
Boom!
But the sound of the piano was too fast and too loud, like a violent storm hitting the boat in the river, Yue Weiwei's nine white silks could not resist for a while.
A fireball evolving from musical notes hits Yue Weiwei directly.
Yue Weiwei, who originally put the flute on her mouth, was played directly before the rhythm appeared.
Puff!
Yue Weiwei vomited blood, the person was flew out, and the flute almost let go.
Sister!
Yan Tianchen looked anxious and couldn't help standing up.
"The gap is too big!"
"It's not that there is a big gap. The main reason is that Yue Weiwei has fought for seven games in a row. I am afraid that the mental strength will not be one."
"It's too cruel, why does Her Royal Highness insist on it?"
"I don't understand, she can even stop and rest without admitting defeat. This Qin Hao is really a bit too much, she doesn't have to take advantage of others if she is a woman."
The discussion from the four parties broke out. Qin Hao didn't say anything about waiting for work. He didn't even give Yue Weiwei the opportunity to play Xiaoyin.
On the Langya stage, the situation is completely one-sided.
Ke Yue Weiwei gritted her teeth, said nothing, responded calmly, looking for opportunities to play Xiao.
"Let’s stop here!"
Suddenly, Qin Hao let out a cold snort, the sound of the piano rushed away, and boundless flames swept out of the strings.
Boom!
The majestic heat immediately wrapped Yue Weiwei in it, and the white snake morphed from the white silk was burned to ashes by the fire before long.
"Done!"
Everyone's expressions changed dramatically, Qin Hao was a bit too much.
The corners of the audience's red taro's mouth curled up with a sneer, and there was a pleasant color in his eyes, and I finally felt more comfortable.
Boom!
But at this moment~IndoMTL.com~ there was a majestic killing intent outside Langyatai.
Boom!
For an instant, the storm raged, the blood raged.
"What's the matter?"
Everyone was shocked, and they were all frightened by this murderous intent. They only felt that their scalp was numb and stressed.
Looking one by one, Lin Yun, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes fiercely, killing intent violently in his eyes, and burning with anger in his heart.
"Qin Hao, you are looking for death!"
Lin Yun shouted angrily and rushed directly towards Langya Terrace.
Go to TM's severance, even your beloved woman can't protect well, and she deserves to be a swordsman?
Thousands of anger agitated in his heart. At this moment, Lin Yun seemed to be a killer in hell, rushing directly into the unfinished Langya Terrace.
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