Chapter 2267: Rolling the whole audience, who else?

This is not the way to go.

Too many people.

Going on and on, I haven’t played anymore.

Even if the phantom sword dance does not consume the infuriating power of the dragon, his physical strength can not support.

After all, he is only the second product of blood.

Limited physical strength!

If you want to change, you have to zoom in.

"boom……"

"puff……"

Longfei continued to send out his sword, and his back was also in continuous strokes. His mouth was hanging on the blood, and his look was awkward.

"Humph!"

"Self-smelting two products, I think you can still linger for a long time?" Yin Changfeng sneered sneer, one person challenged a thousand people, and the level of repair is almost the same, this is simply impossible.

The first few rounds of Longfei really shocked him.

Whether it is the speed of the sword, or his body is very sharp.

just……

After a long time, the drawbacks will show up.

Dragon fly can't last too long!

Yin Changfeng looked out, Guan Zhen, they also looked out, and their hearts could not help but rush to the dragon.

Wu Yiwei said: "Is it true that Yin’s elders really want to retreat?"

In his opinion, this test was lost.

Yue Wanshan’s brows are dark and tight: “It’s not a joke to look at him.”

Guan Zhendao: "If a small lord abdicates, then Yin Elder should not let her take power anymore. At that time, I am afraid that Xuan Yuezong is the affiliated power of the Zhao family."

"Hey……"

Yue Wanshan sighed and said: "Look at this kid now."

Wu Yidao: "He is no longer able to do so. The physical exhaustion is too strong, and he will not be able to support it. This is a major loss."

The three eyebrows are locked.

indeed.

Longfei will not be able to support it.

but.

The only expression that has not changed is that it is easy to have tolerance. She does not seem to care about the battle situation in the ring, and she does not care about it.

The black scale carving is a little anxious, saying: "Master, he will not be able to support it soon."

"You don't want to help him?"

Yi Rongrong picked up the apple and took a bite. "Reassure, he is much stronger than you think, I don't worry."

The black scales sculpt: "If you lose, you will abdicate."

"correct!"

"Master, if he wins, do you really want to be his woman?"

Yi Yourong and Long Fei are using ideas to communicate, but they can also be heard as the easy-to-capacity birds.

Easy to look at the dragonfly flying in the blood on the stage, faint smile, "Do him a woman? Hehe..."

......

"Up, come on!"

"Give me all."

"This dog thing will not be able to support it!"

"Ha ha ha..."

"Call you arrogant, boy, I see how long you can squat this time." Zhao was full of excitement and constant command.

The other side.

Zhou’s more than a dozen elite warriors are also eager to go.

now.

There are more and more disciples on the stage, and they have been unable to stand up. Longfei is surrounded by death and death. He has been unable to open it now.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. If you take a small step, Longfei will be directly killed.

Longfei looked at the number of people on the platform, at least three or four hundred people.

"Almost?"

No matter how much he can't support it.

In an instant.

The dragon flew in the air, and the real element was put out. The sword was instantly sharpened, and the sword was sturdy. The sword became a bow, and the bullet fell a little bit of rust.

A bomb.

Longfei’s body leaped and rushed into the air.

Also at this time.

Guan Zhen’s eyes are tight. “Is that another move?”

Yi Rongrong also made a slight move. "Is that the trick to come?"

"wrong!"

"The move is wrong!"

In the air, Longfei mouth with a smile, secretly said: "The game has never released the phantom sword dance!"

I took a look at the illusion of the phantom sword dance.

From the beginning, Longfei has been superimposed on the shackles, and has not released the strongest move with swords.

just now……

The number of consecutive stacks has reached more than a thousand combos.

The figure sank.

Longfei roared, "Phantom sword dance, storm Wanjian!"

"burst!"

More than a thousand of the stackings broke out instantly, and the powerful swords meant to form a sword, and the sword was like a wind, and it swiftly turned.

Guan Zhen’s face changed darkly and went straight to the front, “Jianqi!”

"Swords are transformed into swords!"

"This……"

"What kind of realm does his martial art achieve? Since even Jianqi can be released, it is incredible, really bad."

The sword is like a pressure, just a spiritual pressure.

but.

Jianqi can hurt people, Gao Jianyi waits.

Sword gas into the wind, rapid rotation, such as the same handle sword in the hurricane, mad dance, this sword is too powerful.

Yue Wanshan is also very excited. "One month's time, no change, but this sword is so sharp, amazing!"

Easy to have a bit of a sigh, directly throwing Apple away, a look of excitement, said: "I know he is not simple."

"really!"

The black scales were carved and said: "I have been monitoring him for a month. I have never seen him use this trick. This, this, this, how is this used?"

......

"Boom, bang, bang..."

The wind is raging.

Sword dance.

Longfei is the eye of the wind. At the moment of falling, the disciples on the ring can't resist it. They are rolled up one by one and all of them are turned over.

This scene is extremely intriguing.

Many people have been shocked.

In the ring of three or four hundred people, all of them were overturned in just a few seconds.

Shocking, extremely shocking!

"Hey!"

The sword wind stopped, Longfei long sword has been, cold and cold drink, "Mom, who else?!"

The audience was silent.

It was completely crushed by him alone.

Yin Changfeng’s face was slightly ugly, very ugly, staring at the crazy dragon flying on the ring, clenching his fists, giggling, “dog stuff!!!”

immediately.

He took a small bottle from his arms and whispered: "Come to people, give this to the seven emperors, he knows how to use them."

......

Nearly a thousand new disciples, there are only more than three hundred people left. Although many people are in the realm of blood refining, the disciples of those refining realms are constantly retreating, and they dare not go up.

It was crushed by the momentum of Longfei.

It’s too fierce.

The skinny monkey exclaimed with excitement. "Boss is mighty, hahaha..."

"Too great!"

"The only thing that can be done is that the boss can do it."

"One person challenges thousands of people. Just ask, who can do this kind of thing? Just ask, who else?!"

The three are excited.

but.

Among the remaining hundreds of people are masters of the realm of blood.

Especially the soldiers of the Zhou family who have passed through the battlefield of life and death.

Their cultivation has been deliberately suppressed.

What is the real repair? Nobody knows.