The first three hundred and seventy seven chapters

"Not ready to give me back!"

At this time, a rush came. The Xuan Yin ancestors stood opposite, and the face was black like a pot bottom. The sneaky pick is his pick. Now that the person has lost, Wang Chong’s "slap" is no different from hitting him.

"it is good!"

"Qingyang Gongzi! Sure enough, it is the Qingyang son!"

"The fake opposite, you still don't run away with your tail!"

......

After a brief silence, the entire side of the Zhengqiu League suddenly burst into a burst of cheers. In the past, Zhengqi League successively defeated three masters in succession by the five ancestors, and they could not breathe even if they were crowded. However, revenge is not overnight. This time everyone got the opportunity and immediately scorned the Wuzu League without mercy.

At a glance, the face of Xuan Yin's ancest is more and more ugly.

"Bastard!"

In the five ancestors, the real Qingyang son heard this, and his sleeves were clenched in his fists, and his face was flushed. It is clear that the real Qingyang son is here, but the crowd is cheering for the opposite "Xibei goods", and it is also called "Qingyang Gongzi", there is no more ridiculous thing in the world.

"The son, this person is not simple!"

Suddenly a voice was as fine as a mosquito, coming from the ear. Behind the Qingyang Gongzi, the personal guard who has always been with him is not open. His double eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his right hand pressed on the knives on his waist, revealing a dangerous murderous body.

The meaning of his existence is to protect the Qingyang son, who is unfavorable to the son, who is disrespectful to the son, who is a dead end!

"I missed him!"

Qingyang Gongzi resisted the anger in his heart and sighed.

Originally thought that following the Xuan Yin ancestors to see the fake goods here, when faced with quality, the other party will inevitably know how difficult it is to retreat. But obviously, he thought it was too simple. Only by this hand, this person is definitely an enemy, not a general generation that I imagined.

But the more so, the more he will not let go.

On Jingwei Wanwu, on the understanding of the world of martial arts, he will never lose to anyone.

"Let me see, when can you still be in front of everyone!"

In the light stone fire, the eyes of Qingyang Gongzi passed through a ray of light.

"Hey!"

Around the crowd, the crowd was awkward. This battle involves the Zhengqi League and the Wuzu League, and it also involves the famous Qingyang son in the sectarian world. The people originally only came to watch the drama. But now, with the confusing "drama", everyone is attracted to it unconsciously.

"The talent of these two people is scary, but...who is the real Qingyang son!"

In the whole area, a pair of eyes looked at Wang Chong in the crowd, and looked at the young people in the opposite Wuzu League. There was an irresistible thought in his mind.

"Xuanyin ancestors, you have already seen the results, what else to say?"

Song Yuanyi finally began to look at the opposite side of the Xuan Yin ancestors, the face can not see the slightest expression.

"Oh, things are not over yet, Song Yuanyi, what are you anxious? Or, in the face of the people of the world, you can't afford to lose?"

Xuan Yin ancestors blame and laugh.

The Song and Yuan Dynasties are undecided.

"Hey, this thing is getting interesting now."

Xuan Yin's ancestors smiled and showed a cruel look in his eyes:

"Next, I and the Song League will each give you a master of the imperial martial arts. Rest assured, I will not be able to do anything with the Song League. In terms of their strength, they must be at the same level. However, tell you in advance. After the battle, whoever has failed, who is the fake Qingyang son, whoever has to die!"

"Hey!"

After hearing this, Wang Chong still has nothing to say, but the opposite Qingyang son suddenly changed his face slightly. These words, Xuan Yin ancestors did not say to him before.

"Hey, everyone in the world knows that Qingyang Gongzi Jingwei Wanwu is well aware of the martial arts. They are all guiding the other side to fight. The losing party is undoubtedly a fake."

Xuan Yin’s ancestors said, looking gloomy, sweeping back and forth between Wang Chong and Qingyang’s son:

"In the face of so many people, dare to fool me and the Song League, you will not think that you can still leave alive?"

"Xuanyin ancestors, you are really bad! But I will not lose!"

Wang Chong carried his hands, his sleeves fluttered, and he was confident.

Although Qingyang Gongzi "jingwei Wanwu", but for Wang Chong, he sees more martial arts, but it may not be as thorough as the Qingyang son. What's more, Wang Chong also has a "source of qi", which is the ability of the old man of Emperor Evil to comprehend from the thousands of qis.

No matter what kind of opponent, you can find the key "hub" in the flow of the other's suffocating energy and find the flaws in him.

This point, Wang Chong and Qingyang son actually have the same effect.

"Hey, boy, you really have a kind!"

Xuan Yin's ancestors showed a white tooth, a sinister smile.

"Oh, come on! I was originally a Qingyang son, no one faked it!"

Qingyang Gongzi was still somewhat hesitant. His eyes were high, but his strength was not high. Faced with the sectarian giants of Xuan Yin’s ancestors, they were more or less taboo. However, Wang Chong was amazed and suddenly refused to take care of it.

"OK!"

When I heard the words of two people, Xuan Yin’s ancestors laughed.

"Song Mengzhu, you have no opinion?"

"Everything will be done according to the advice of the ancestors!"

Song Yuanyi is undecided. Since it has already begun, it must be carried out anyway.

Around the crowd, the crowd whispered, and a pair of eyes continued to drift between Wang Chong and Qingyang.

"I don't know who will win two of them?"

At this moment, everyone has great interest in the comparison between the two. No matter who the fake is, he can compete with Qingyang Gongzi to the present. This person is not a general.

Xuan Yin's ancestors and Song Yuanyi quickly selected two masters of Zhengqig and Wuzu League. This time, both of them have achieved the ultimate fairness, and both sides are at the same level, although they dare not say The same, but the gap is absolutely small enough to be ignored.

"Start!"

With a command, Wang Chong and Qingyang Gongzi both boarded the battlefield. At that moment, surrounded by people, they surrounded the busy idle warriors and put a smile on their lips.

Everyone is full of expectations for this upcoming battle, and the losing party will end its life in full view. This is no longer a simple game, and no one laughs.

With the hand of Wang Chong and Qingyang Gongzi, the masters of the two Zhengmeng and Wuzu League also boarded the battlefield.

"You made a mistake, you shouldn't pretend to be me, and you've gotten into the righteous league, and now I can't help you."

Qingyang son looked at the opposite side, and his face was dignified.

"Oh?"

Wang Chong heard a slight brow, and his eyes flashed a look of surprise. No matter what, for the time being, this Qingyang son can say this, but it makes him feel a little more good.

"Do not worry, I will not lose!"

Wang Chong smiled.

"Oh, it’s really stubborn!"

Qingyang Gongzi bit his teeth, his face suddenly gloomy:

"In this case, I will fulfill you!"

The atmosphere around the four was a lot nervous.

Not to mention Wang Chong and Qingyang Gongzi, just under the watchful eyes of the people, the two masters of Zhengqig and Wuzu League walked slowly into the battlefield, and their eyes fell on each other, and they looked better than Wang Chong. Still more nervous.

After all, Wang Chong and Qingyang Gongzi only moved their feet on the sidelines, but they really want to fight for life. The Zhengzhou League and the Five ancestors gathered together. For whatever reason, it must be a **** battle.

The battle began very quickly, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer. This time, no matter whether it was Wang Chong or Qingyang, no one had any openings and no pre-war instructions.

In the last round of tests, both of them have probably judged each other's abilities. The talents of both sides have reached this level, and there is no need to do anything more.

"boom!"

Just as the audience around the four still felt that the two were a little slow, the next moment, the two shot at the same time, the yang to the suffocating and the evil to the evil to the evil, the tide, the battlefield Colliding together, squatting, spurt, like a sword, plowing out a groove on the ground, the Emperor Wujing master and Xuanwu are not the same, this level of battle is much more dangerous.

The bombing and banging, not waiting for everyone to react, the two masters of the royal martial arts are like dragons and tigers, once again fighting fiercely together, in a short period of time, both of them have their own tricks, recruiting dangerous, two people's body The law is also approaching the extreme. For a time, I only see the crowds of people walking around, it is difficult to distinguish the two people's body shape.

Everyone held their breath, and Wang Chong and Qingyang Gongzi were more focused and did not let go of the slightest movement between the two. This is a contest between the two, and is the first of Wang Chong and Qingyang. The round of the battle, this round of test is the eyesight.

The two men must not only analyze the strength level of their own military, the martial arts moves, the fighting methods, but also analyze the flaws, habits and moves of the other party in this short-lived match.

There is only one chance. The judgment of the analysis of the two warriors will seriously affect the later battles. In the end, they will determine the life and death of the two.

Unconsciously, the four surrounding needles can be heard, and a pair of eyes will look at the battle masters in the field, and then will glance back and forth between Wang Chong and Qingyang.

"The son, come on!"

In the crowd, Song Youran and Song Yu secretly clenched their fists, and they all squeezed a sweat for the king. On the other hand, the response of Ji Andu is quite different:

"Hey, a counterfeit that doesn't know where to come, I see how you died in the end!"

From the very beginning, Ji An did not believe in Wang Chong. When he saw the opposite Qingyang son, he became more and more unbelievable. He didn't care about this battle at all. The counterfeit goods met the real goods. Did the results still be used?