Chapter 1218: Mid-week strength (four more)

"You...what an uncultivated kid, I will teach you a lesson for your parents today!" The elder Red Nose was so angry, killing Ying Wenxing in the middle of the week has made him angry, and there is still a middle of the week. 'S friend speaks for the middle of the week and contradicts him.

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The old man with red nose shot directly and grabbed Yuan Xinglie's neck.

This elder is also a master in the Sky Eagle Sect. The tenth-level cultivation base of the pill formation stage is extraordinary. How could Yuan Xinglie be his opponent? I could only watch the old man with red nose claw coming over.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded.

"Get back!"

When the voice fell, the old man with red nose walked back no matter how he came, his body was still shaking, looking at An old man in horror.

No one knows what happened just now, because Elder An didn't move at all, just said a word!

"Elder Niu, what's wrong with you?" The other elders of the Skyhawk Sect gathered around and asked.

Elder Niu looked at Elder An in dismay. In fact, he himself didn't know what happened just now. He just felt an extremely powerful mental force pierced into his mind, and then his body seemed to be out of control and he retreated. When he came back, his mental power seemed to be numb at this time, twitching constantly and uncontrollably.

"What's the matter with you old man? Are you looking for death!" The people of the Skyhawk Sect looked at Elder An, thinking that it was him.

Elder An looked at a few people with a gloomy expression and just wanted to teach them a lesson. At this time, Lu Xiuhong on the ring rebuked the elders in a deep voice: "Are you not ashamed enough? Give me back!"

After speaking, Lu Xiuhong gave An Shui a meaningful look. He didn't see the depth of An Shui, but it was not the time to make troubles, so for the time being, wait until afterwards to investigate the old man.

The elder of the Skyhawk Sect saw that the head had spoken, and had to step aside, but in his heart he hated the group of people in midweek.

He didn't know what happened in the middle of the week, his attention was all around him at this time, he solved Ying Wenxing, and the middle of the week rushed towards the next island again.

The people around him were already crowded like canned sardines, constantly pushing each other. Mid-Zhou didn't want to hurt people, but the people around me wanted to push him off the island, so Mid-Zhou wouldn't be polite to them. Those who rely on it will be given to them in the middle of the week.

At this time, I came to the fifth island in the middle of the week and saw Lin Lu in front. He Haokun was by Lin Lu, and no one rushed to provoke He Haokun. Although Zhou Zhongxin was uncomfortable with He Haokun's existence, Zhou Zhongxin was relieved to see Lin Lu was safe.

Finally, in the midst of a fight, I set foot on one of the seven big islands in the middle of the week!

At this time, watching from side to side, Zhou Center felt very emotional. There were only a hundred people on the seven islands, and no more than a thousand people together.

And there are more than 10,000 people participating in this elite group meeting! Unexpectedly, there will be so few people left on this road, which shows how cruel this comparison is.

In the middle of the week, I took a quick look at the ring I was in, Liu Taisun! Liu Taisun was actually in this ring. There was a sneer at the corner of Zhou Zhong's mouth. I didn't expect to meet Liu Taisun so soon. Fortunately, this guy seemed to be crazy last time, so let's take him!

Liu Taisun also saw Zhou Zhong at this time, suddenly laughed, and said contemptuously: "Yo, Zhou Zhong, your luck is really not good, you even met me."

"Really? I think it's your bad luck and defeated!" Zhou Zhong said provocatively.

Sure enough, Liu Taisun became angry again, and his anger couldn't be controlled at the thought of his loss to midweek.

Next, the Purple Thunder Dragon King began to arrange the arena matches on the seven arenas, and the seven arenas fought each to choose the king of their own.

In the middle of the week, the third ring is sitting. In addition to Liu Taisun, there are also three top 20 masters on the Saint Court list. These are the people who are favored, except that they are not favored in the middle of the week.

"This time I'm dead in midweek, but he can be in the Seven Rings, which is pretty good." Many people on the cliff were talking.

Soon the opponent in the middle of the week has been discharged, the talented disciple of the East Reef Kingdom, Yan Bin! The cultivation base of the eighth-level peak of the pill formation stage is also a very famous young talent in the local area. It is said that all the eighth-level pill formation stage practitioners in the surrounding countries are not his opponents. Moreover, Yan Bin has also been to the land of purgatory. Although he has only played one hundred and fifty games, he has achieved a complete victory and is very proud.

Mid-Zhou stepped onto the ring, Yan Bin was full of arrogance, with the long knife in his hand pointed at Mid-Zhou, and said in a cold voice: "You are Mid-Zhou? I don't care what you and He Haokun, Liu Taisun have during the festival, you are unlucky if you meet me "I didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant in the middle of the week, and said with a smile: "Really? It's a bit early to say this now?"

"When you lose, you will know the gap between us!" Yan Bin said coldly.

The people on the cliff have already begun to discuss who will win.

"Midweek will definitely lose. Yan Bin's strength is very strong. If he enters the Sacred Court rankings, he can be shot ahead. He hasn't lost in Purgatory. He played more than 100 games."

"Really? He has played more than a hundred games and has not lost. It seems that at his level, his actual combat ability is really strong!" Others exclaimed.

"In that week, Yan Bin and Yan Bin were both on the eighth level of the pill formation stage.

In the middle of the week, he took out the trident from the space ring, and said calmly, "Let's start."

A look of anger flashed in Yan Bin's eyes, and he coldly snorted: "Arrogant kid, looking for death!"

Speaking of it, Yan Bin slashed with the big knife in his hand, with the potential to open up the world, but Zhou Zhong was calm and stabbed.

puff!

There is no suspense, this halberd is simple and unpretentious, and it does not seem to have any special features, but it easily pierces Yan Bin's chest.

Puffed, the dead body landed, threw off the blood on the trident in the middle of the week, then looked at the referee on this island and asked: "Who is the next opponent?"

...

The scene was very quiet, and this result was unexpected by everyone.

Before the game started, everyone was discussing how Yan Bin won midweek, but they didn't expect to kill Yan Bin so easily in midweek. There is no process, and the result will come out directly.

Is the difference in strength between the two of them so big?

The referee also did not expect that the midweek would solve the battle so easily. At this time, another pair of players decided the winner, so the referee pointed to the winner and said to the midweek: "Your next opponent is him."

The second opponent in the middle of the week was a master of the ninth level of the pill formation stage, and his strength was also very strong. There was not much nonsense in the middle of the week, and it was still a kill.

The next few opponents in the middle of the week were all killed by one move, clean and neat, and it was always that one. Later, the opponents in the middle of the week already knew the tricks of the week, but they still couldn't avoid it.

After seven games, it was as if nothing happened in the middle of the week, standing on the ring, like the **** of war, waiting for his next opponent!

"In the middle of the week, the next opponent, the thirteenth on the Saint Court list, fight against Xiong Zong, Xiong Jie!" the referee announced.