When those scars were exposed to the crowd, those who were not optimistic about Meng Yi involuntarily sat up straight, with a horror in their eyes.

If there is no means, it is impossible to stand here with so many injuries and limbs.

Everyone felt that they had some underestimated people in the Dragon Valley.

Thinking of this, many people's eyes are looking at the night feathers, and I don't know what I am thinking about.

On the duel.

In the hands of Meng Yi, the machete rubbed on the belly full of scars, and his eyes suddenly became bloodthirsty.

Without too much words, the legs accumulated spiritual power, and the speed suddenly broke out, bringing a series of afterimages to attack the mysterious war.

"Well come!" Xuan Zhantian low drink a hand, the blade hangs on the ground, the whole person dragged a long knife and ran forward, the sharp blade under the blessing of speed and the ground blue stone to grind a spark.

Hey! The two men slammed into each other, and the momentum of the two men blew to each other like a gust of wind.

At the same time, the two men exerted their strength and pushed the other side back half a meter. They changed their moves to each other. Compared with the previous two, the attack speed of both of them increased by an intensity. The light and shadow brought by the cold knife will cover the two.

Under the sword of the sword, it is the cold eyes of Meng Yi. He can't lose this battle!

In the audience, Bai Jinyi and Yu Yuxi’s line of sight stared at Meng Yi.

In the heart, if it is not Meng Yi to die, and replaced with other strong spirits in the early days, absolutely no enemy!

The other's knife is too fast. The knife is like a cloud. It has no weight, but it is not pervasive. If you don't pay attention, you will have a blood hole.

"Jin Yi, Nanchang these people, the means is not low, if they can get their help, it is a good thing for us." Night feathers in the heart of the voice.

Bai Jinyi thought about it and slowly shook his head: "I am afraid this is unlikely, unless we can get the Nanyang Temple."

Bai Jinyi star looked at Meng Yi's footwork, and suddenly the sword brow picked it up, adding to his heart: "To win the game."

On the duel stage, Meng Yi has already lost the wind. His scimitar is also suppressed by Xuan Zhantian and can only be attacked.

Fortunately, Meng Yi is fast enough to always avoid or block the other's long knife at the crisis.

Just this way, Meng Yi certainly can not win!

Hey! Just as the mysterious battle stepped harder, Meng Yi was a figure, and the sword of Xuan Zhantian suddenly stopped.

With a bang, a broken arm fell to the ground, and the long knife of Xuan Zhantian was blocked by the layer of blood on the body of Meng Yi, and did not cut into the left chest of Meng Yi.

The arm was broken, Meng Yi had no expression on his face, and even his brow did not wrinkle. The cold eyes looked at Xuan Zhantian, and his right hand clenched the machete. The corner of his mouth moved slightly: "It's over."

Hey!

The body of Xuan Zhantian fell straight down. At his neck, a shocking wound slowly split, and his neck was cut open by Meng Yi.

Injury to life!

This is the practice of madman, but also the choice of Mengyi!

In the audience, there was no sound, and no one thought that the mysterious warfare that had just prevailed would suddenly be reversed, and the way of reversal was so surprising.

"The Dragon Valley fights against the Xuanyun Valley, and the Dragon Valley wins!" The announcement of the Nanyang Temple was heard.

Meng Yi picked up his broken arm from the ground with no expression, and stepped away from the ring.

Looking at the back of Meng Yi, many people understand a word in their hearts, and the knife is faster than the knife that kills people.