"Your sister seems to lose." Bai Jinyi looked at the situation in the field and said his judgment.

"Why, it’s useless to kill the ice." The night feathers looked at the same eyes.

"Bingya uses the swordsmanship of Jasper Peak, a mysterious step, and Song Xiucheng uses the mysterious method. The name is called the fire eight-knife. You look at his knife carefully." With Bai Jinyi's knowledge, the two played against each other. Without a few tricks, I recognized Song Xiucheng’s cards.

"Oh?"

The night feathers looked at themselves for a while, Song Xiucheng took out a knife every time, the red light on the knife body was full of points, and the icy response was more and more difficult.

Song Xiucheng’s face showed a touch of twilight, and the blade in his hand had become red, and he looked quite demon.

"There are eight swords in the fire, and there are eight styles in the knife. Each type has eight strokes. Each time you use one knife, you will save a force. When the last two knives, the power will double." Bai Jinyi looked at the scene.

Ding!

Song Xiucheng leaped high and got a knife from the top.

The Oriental Bingya lifted the sword to stop, and the long sword in his hand, "snap", broke from it.

Hey!

The long sword resisted most of the strength of the knife, but the fallen wide-backed sword was cut into the shoulders of the Oriental ice.

Blood, suddenly dyed red clothes.

"British!" The sideline of the expansion of InBev's eyes split, looking at the scene in the field, I can't wait to shred Song Xiucheng.

"British sister!"

"Sister!"

The rest of the disciples were also exclaimed.

"Hey! Oriental Bingya, but that's it!" Song Xiucheng shouted loudly, his voice, ringing across the platform.

Li Pengpu continued to bow his head and play with the jade in his hand. Jia Qiong is still keeping his eyes closed.

On the side of Jasper Peak, many disciples, including three elders, screamed in anger.

"Li Peng Pu, you Ming Yuezong, don't be too much!" The two elders took a handrail and stood up from the chair.

"The sword has no eyes. If it is not a test, Jasper Peak is the first day, and now it is dead." Li Pengpu finally raised his head and his face was proud.

"However, Yu Yu, that Song Xiucheng, can be crazy enough, you are not going to go to revenge for your sister?" Bai Jinyi looked at the Oriental Bingya on the field, with a smile, no slightest distress.

"Hey, if you only have this degree, how can I be the sister of my night feathers, just watching the drama quietly." The night feathers know the bottom of the ice, this hurt, the ice is affected... a bit It's too easy.

The oriental ice on the platform was cold, and one hand clasped the wide-backed knife that was cut on his shoulder.

"Ok?"

Song Xiucheng’s vision changed and he could not think of being injured. This Oriental Bingya did not admit defeat.

Hey!

The oriental ice arm broke out with a spiritual power, and it was raised high. The wide backed knife was so raised by Bingya.

Hey.

The Oriental Bingya turned around and posted it to Song Xiucheng's body. The whole person of Bingya took the initiative to rush into the arms of Song Xiucheng.

The hair that Bingya picked up interfered with Song Xiucheng's line of sight. Although the arm could not move, the other arm was lifted, an elbow hit, and the smash hit the chest of Song Xiucheng.

Fighting!

What is used by Bingya is not a martial art, but a murderous technique, fighting on earth.

Hey!

Oriental Bingya did not show mercy, elbow hit three times in a row, hitting Song Xiucheng's chest.

噗通.

Back to Song Xiucheng, when he had not reacted, Oriental Bingya took over the neck of Song Xiucheng, pulling his neck, and a back fell, directly throwing Song Xiucheng down.

Blood, dripping down the ice arm a little bit on the ground.

Oriental Bingya looked at the people of Mingyue Zong, and his mouth showed a smile: "Ming Yuezong, but that's it!"