Chapter 656

"Dong!" The sound of gongs sounded, revealing the beginning of this almost no suspense game.

And night on, but snow lotus teach a few medium-sized players. Because since the draw with the same number as the ghost doctor Yoshio, they have no hope of entering the third round. Whether it's a battle of five or whatever, they have little chance of winning. I wanted to spell it, because although Yeshu was casual, he also saved the bronze gate people just now, didn't he?

However, after witnessing the killing, the snow lotus sect was afraid. Since they were all unable to reach the final, why not ask for nothing and lose their own senior general? So I just sent a few people with moderate Kung Fu to make a show and participate in it.

Although the martial arts of the Xuelian sect are not high, their eyes are full of arrogance and arrogance after they take the weapons. From the beginning to the end, they never look at the night. The arrogance of these people, placed on them, is so uncoordinated and ridiculous. Did you take the weapon of Mo ran villa and subconsciously think that your martial arts are invincible? This is ridiculous! Five people are squint, with the rest of the light to look at the burning ink, contempt, contempt, full of fundus, obvious.

The expression on their faces made Yeyu a little uncomfortable. It was obvious that they were opponents with such great disparity in strength, but they showed such contempt. They looked like experts and despised her with their eyes, which made her feel uncomfortable when she wanted to be superior. Feng's eyes narrowed and she laughed coldly. In this case, let her see their Kung Fu. No, maybe it should be said that she could see what the special features of these weapons are.

Five people look at each other, tacit agreement toward the night. No one in the audience took this competition seriously, because in their eyes, it was just a game decided in advance, and the final result would only be a night win. Talking and laughing with the people on both sides, tasting tea, eating snacks, laughing at the competition.

While talking and laughing, the competition on the challenge arena has entered a white hot stage. Although none of the five people taught by Xuelian can achieve half of the martial arts skills of the night, all the moves are strange. The five people cooperate very carefully, as if they have practiced before. One was knocked down, and the other made up for it. In a flash, the one who was knocked down stood up again, as if it was just a slip of his foot and a fall. It seemed that the attack of Yeshu did not cause any damage to them.

It seems to be entangled with some impatience, night, a squint eyes, under the cruel hand. "Cha!" Yeshu shakes open the folding fan in her hand. The folding fan, which had no lethality, was like a sharp sword in her hand. The folding fan cut off one of the arms holding the sword, "clang!" At the sound of the sound, the arm and the knife fell on the ground, and the blood ran down. But the man with the broken arm seemed to have no feeling at all. He squatted down, picked up the knife with his other hand, and continued to attack the night.

"Sucking!" All the people present took a breath of air-conditioning, my God! Is he still human!? What kind of monster is this!? The arm was cut off, there was no reaction at all, no sense at all, as if this arm was not their own general!? It's impossible.

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