Chapter 665 The Mysterious Tsing Yi Man
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Wu Yi Yun
665 chapter
"The Sword Seizing Station on the Life and Death Platform, start now."
When the audience was erupting, after Old Devil Tiemu said this, his figure disappeared in place, how could it be said that it was so fast.
offstage.
The restless disciple gradually calmed down.
The piercing magic sword is right in front of you, if you can get it, it will be really wonderful.
But there are many enemies, so don't be too nervous until the final victory is achieved.
"Who will go first?"
The audience area is some distance away from the life and death stage.
Some disciples showed curiosity.
This life-and-death battle is a ring battle, anyone can participate, and the rules are very simple, that is, the person who stands at the end wins.
Because of this rule.
The first disciple to play is often miserable.
No matter how powerful he is, he can easily defeat the enemy.
But next, there are No.3, No.4...the nth opponent is ready to play.
Facing the battle of wheels, no matter how strong the top disciple is, it will be difficult to last till the end, right?
So this time.
The audience is very curious, which two arrogant guys will choose to play in the first round?
Between thoughts!
"Whoosh" sound.
After a piercing sound, an old figure landed on the platform of life and death.
With a thin and stooped figure, with a face under a black hat and a goatee, he looks gloomy.
Who else is it not Zhou Bofeng?
"It's actually Deacon Zhou?"
"At his age, he actually participated in the sword fight?"
"It's just that his strength is inferior to many Taoists, right? How dare he participate, how dare he be the first to take the stage?"
Many disciples watching the battle were shocked and found it difficult to understand.
Some of the disciples who participated in the battle showed playfulness, some showed disdain, and some showed dignity.
"Hey! You little dolls would never have imagined that the Sajia, who usually calls you to be polite, would be the first to come up?"
Under the attention of all the people, Zhou Bofeng felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life. He grinned sarcastically, very happy, and even had the illusion that he was three hundred years younger.
"Who dares to be the first to die?"
Zhou Bofeng roared loudly, his voice was like thunder, and the sound waves rolled.
Those weaker disciples felt that their qi and blood were vain, and they were very uncomfortable.
What's more, he staggered and almost fell down.
"Hey!"
Zhou Bofeng sneered again: "An old bone in the miscellaneous family, no one dares to come up to die?"
His provocation finally angered the participating disciples.
"Whoosh."
Amidst the sound of breaking through the sky, on the stage of life and death, for no reason, there was an extra person, dressed in green clothes, tall and tall, handsome and graceful, with an extraordinary bearing, but he had a fresh face.
"Hey, here comes someone who wants to die."
Zhou Bofeng continued to sneer, disdainful of the enemy in front of him.
Because the latter is too young.
Zhou Bofeng even felt that this person was enough to be his great-great-great...grandson.
"Is it a boring gourd who wants to make a name for himself?"
Zhou Bofeng sneered on his lips, but he was a little nervous in his heart.
There are many evildoers in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Devils who are arrogant and arrogant.
But there are also those who forbear and do not express themselves, practicing silently, without a sense of existence.
When it erupts, it is often a blockbuster.
Such people have deep scheming minds, and it is more troublesome to fight them.
In Zhou Bofeng's opinion.
The man in Tsing Yi in front of him dared to take the stage first.
It must be because of his strong strength, otherwise he would not dare to do so.
In addition, he has such a face, he is the unknown type, I am afraid it is not so easy to deal with.
But even so.
Zhou Bofeng is also confident.
"Win him! As long as I win him! I can stand to the end! For sure!"
Zhou Bofeng roared confidently in his heart, more like a kind of psychological suggestion and hypnosis.
The kung fu he practiced is endowed by the blood demon, and it is an evil kung fu that few people in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Demons have touched.
After killing people with this skill, one can gain increased combat power in a short period of time.
Of course, no disciples care about this skill, and the reason is very simple.
It has a powerful side effect, killing and absorbing an enemy's blood can become stronger, but it only lasts for a short time and cannot be held for a long time.
In addition, when absorbing the enemy, Zhou Bofeng felt an unforgettable pain.
It's just such a short-term effect, and the pain will continue.
This technique can also be regarded as a semi-finished product.
Real genius disciples don't know how to practice.
Zhou Bofeng also practiced this skill because his talent was too weak, in order to have a place.
According to Zhou Bofeng's idea.
Relying on this blood demon gift, as long as he kills the No. 1 enemy, his strength can be enhanced.
When the time comes, the No. 2 enemy will naturally be a no-brainer.
And the next No.3...No.4...the nth disciple.
Even if it exists at the Daozi level, it can be kneaded at will.
After all, Zhou Bofeng, whose strength is constantly increasing, estimates that he has at least the combat power of an elder.
What about the first way of each peak?
Still ravaging Lin!
This is Zhou Bofeng's calculation and confidence!
The Tsing Yi disciple in front of him didn't know what Zhou Bofeng was planning.
His appearance was always calm, facing the deacon Zhou Bofeng, he didn't look like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Whoosh!"
The man in Tsing Yi just pointed his finger lightly.
A ray of light formed from his fingertips, and after flying for a while, it turned into a sharp sword aura and flew towards Zhou Bofeng's face.
"Do you still dare to take the initiative? Then I will be impolite!"
Zhou Bofeng grinned grinningly, his hands exploded, blood qi spread, and the sword qi was directly defeated.
"die!"
After breaking the sword energy, Zhou Bofeng's momentum rose, and he teleported to the man in Tsing Yi.
"Hahaha!"
Laughing wildly, Zhou Bofeng poked out a hand hidden in the sleeve of his large coat. It turned out to be a piece of arm, a bone-like arm!
This white bone looks like a dead person's bone, but it made some disciples' faces change slightly: "It's the bone of the sky!"
Heavenly Demons are not human beings, but a kind of demon race that is similar in size to human beings.
Their bones are extremely strong, like magic weapons, so many people will use them as weapons after killing the demons.
Zhou Bofeng has the bones of the devil, which is undoubtedly a shocking thing.
Many people realized that Zhou Bofeng's participation in the war was not impulsive.
He has cards, strategy, and strength. Maybe he is really a strong enemy?
Right now.
Zhou Bofeng's demon bone had already arrived in front of the man in Tsing Yi.
The man in Tsing Yi's face remained unchanged, always indifferent, looking at Zhou Bofeng with a hint of violence in his eyes.
"laugh!"
next moment.
A shadow escaped from the space next to Zhou Bofeng's head and passed through his temple.
"Tear!"
Blood splattered and sprinkled, and the dense sky demon bone fell to the ground.
Zhou Bofeng's head exploded like a watermelon!
When his headless body fell to the ground.
The whole place fell silent.
Whether it was the participating disciples, the onlookers, or those arrogant Daozi-level figures, they all showed surprised expressions.
died?
Zhou Bofeng died like this?
He was obviously going to kill the man in Tsing Yi.
Why was it counter-killed?
Some people with sharp eyes quickly looked at the shadow that killed Zhou Bofeng.
That is a sword.
A short sword no longer than a child's arm.
After killing Zhou Bofeng, the sword drew an arc in the air, and immediately disappeared into space.
"The Sword Seizing Station on the Life and Death Platform, start now."
When the audience was erupting, after Old Devil Tiemu said this, his figure disappeared in place, how could it be said that it was so fast.
offstage.
The restless disciple gradually calmed down.
The piercing magic sword is right in front of you, if you can get it, it will be really wonderful.
But there are many enemies, so don't be too nervous until the final victory is achieved.
"Who will go first?"
The audience area is some distance away from the life and death stage.
Some disciples showed curiosity.
This life-and-death battle is a ring battle, anyone can participate, and the rules are very simple, that is, the person who stands at the end wins.
Because of this rule.
The first disciple to play is often miserable.
No matter how powerful he is, he can easily defeat the enemy.
But next, there are No.3, No.4...the nth opponent is ready to play.
Facing the battle of wheels, no matter how strong the top disciple is, it will be difficult to last till the end, right?
So this time.
The audience is very curious, which two arrogant guys will choose to play in the first round?
Between thoughts!
"Whoosh" sound.
After a piercing sound, an old figure landed on the platform of life and death.
With a thin and stooped figure, with a face under a black hat and a goatee, he looks gloomy.
Who else is it not Zhou Bofeng?
"It's actually Deacon Zhou?"
"At his age, he actually participated in the sword fight?"
"It's just that his strength is inferior to many Taoists, right? How dare he participate, how dare he be the first to take the stage?"
Many disciples watching the battle were shocked and found it difficult to understand.
Some of the disciples who participated in the battle showed playfulness, some showed disdain, and some showed dignity.
"Hey! You little dolls would never have imagined that the Sajia, who usually calls you to be polite, would be the first to come up?"
Under the attention of all the people, Zhou Bofeng felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life. He grinned sarcastically, very happy, and even had the illusion that he was three hundred years younger.
"Who dares to be the first to die?"
Zhou Bofeng roared loudly, his voice was like thunder, and the sound waves rolled.
Those weaker disciples felt that their qi and blood were vain, and they were very uncomfortable.
What's more, he staggered and almost fell down.
"Hey!"
Zhou Bofeng sneered again: "An old bone in the miscellaneous family, no one dares to come up to die?"
His provocation finally angered the participating disciples.
"Whoosh."
Amidst the sound of breaking through the sky, on the stage of life and death, for no reason, there was an extra person, dressed in green clothes, tall and tall, handsome and graceful, with an extraordinary bearing, but he had a fresh face.
"Hey, here comes someone who wants to die."
Zhou Bofeng continued to sneer, disdainful of the enemy in front of him.
Because the latter is too young.
Zhou Bofeng even felt that this person was enough to be his great-great-great...grandson.
"Is it a boring gourd who wants to make a name for himself?"
Zhou Bofeng sneered on his lips, but he was a little nervous in his heart.
There are many evildoers in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Devils who are arrogant and arrogant.
But there are also those who forbear and do not express themselves, practicing silently, without a sense of existence.
When it erupts, it is often a blockbuster.
Such people have deep scheming minds, and it is more troublesome to fight them.
In Zhou Bofeng's opinion.
The man in Tsing Yi in front of him dared to take the stage first.
It must be because of his strong strength, otherwise he would not dare to do so.
In addition, he has such a face, he is the unknown type, I am afraid it is not so easy to deal with.
But even so.
Zhou Bofeng is also confident.
"Win him! As long as I win him! I can stand to the end! For sure!"
Zhou Bofeng roared confidently in his heart, more like a kind of psychological suggestion and hypnosis.
The kung fu he practiced is endowed by the blood demon, and it is an evil kung fu that few people in the Holy Land of Ten Thousand Demons have touched.
After killing people with this skill, one can gain increased combat power in a short period of time.
Of course, no disciples care about this skill, and the reason is very simple.
It has a powerful side effect, killing and absorbing an enemy's blood can become stronger, but it only lasts for a short time and cannot be held for a long time.
In addition, when absorbing the enemy, Zhou Bofeng felt an unforgettable pain.
It's just such a short-term effect, and the pain will continue.
This technique can also be regarded as a semi-finished product.
Real genius disciples don't know how to practice.
Zhou Bofeng also practiced this skill because his talent was too weak, in order to have a place.
According to Zhou Bofeng's idea.
Relying on this blood demon gift, as long as he kills the No. 1 enemy, his strength can be enhanced.
When the time comes, the No. 2 enemy will naturally be a no-brainer.
And the next No.3...No.4...the nth disciple.
Even if it exists at the Daozi level, it can be kneaded at will.
After all, Zhou Bofeng, whose strength is constantly increasing, estimates that he has at least the combat power of an elder.
What about the first way of each peak?
Still ravaging Lin!
This is Zhou Bofeng's calculation and confidence!
The Tsing Yi disciple in front of him didn't know what Zhou Bofeng was planning.
His appearance was always calm, facing the deacon Zhou Bofeng, he didn't look like he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Whoosh!"
The man in Tsing Yi just pointed his finger lightly.
A ray of light formed from his fingertips, and after flying for a while, it turned into a sharp sword aura and flew towards Zhou Bofeng's face.
"Do you still dare to take the initiative? Then I will be impolite!"
Zhou Bofeng grinned grinningly, his hands exploded, blood qi spread, and the sword qi was directly defeated.
"die!"
After breaking the sword energy, Zhou Bofeng's momentum rose, and he teleported to the man in Tsing Yi.
"Hahaha!"
Laughing wildly, Zhou Bofeng poked out a hand hidden in the sleeve of his large coat. It turned out to be a piece of arm, a bone-like arm!
This white bone looks like a dead person's bone, but it made some disciples' faces change slightly: "It's the bone of the sky!"
Heavenly Demons are not human beings, but a kind of demon race that is similar in size to human beings.
Their bones are extremely strong, like magic weapons, so many people will use them as weapons after killing the demons.
Zhou Bofeng has the bones of the devil, which is undoubtedly a shocking thing.
Many people realized that Zhou Bofeng's participation in the war was not impulsive.
He has cards, strategy, and strength. Maybe he is really a strong enemy?
Right now.
Zhou Bofeng's demon bone had already arrived in front of the man in Tsing Yi.
The man in Tsing Yi's face remained unchanged, always indifferent, looking at Zhou Bofeng with a hint of violence in his eyes.
"laugh!"
next moment.
A shadow escaped from the space next to Zhou Bofeng's head and passed through his temple.
"Tear!"
Blood splattered and sprinkled, and the dense sky demon bone fell to the ground.
Zhou Bofeng's head exploded like a watermelon!
When his headless body fell to the ground.
The whole place fell silent.
Whether it was the participating disciples, the onlookers, or those arrogant Daozi-level figures, they all showed surprised expressions.
died?
Zhou Bofeng died like this?
He was obviously going to kill the man in Tsing Yi.
Why was it counter-killed?
Some people with sharp eyes quickly looked at the shadow that killed Zhou Bofeng.
That is a sword.
A short sword no longer than a child's arm.
After killing Zhou Bofeng, the sword drew an arc in the air, and immediately disappeared into space.
