"Steal the flag!"

Jiang Yan stopped the impulse of the others being about to explode, but turned around and asked Zong Mengqiu and others for the flags in their hands.

What she thought was not to build a beam, but she only wanted a flag.

The future of these two champions of the Qingzhou Competition is self-evident and they can be properly matched.

Especially the secret technique of Jianniang who directly used moves, she was quite interested.

"Not give!"

Zong Mengqiu slapped the opponent in front of him with a palm, decisively rejecting Jiang Yan's kindness.

Zhao Ming and senior brother Eight looked at her blankly.

Not given?

All four ultimate moves fell on your junior brother's head.

What kind of grudges do you two have?

Jiang Yan was obviously surprised by Zong Mengqiu's answer, and was stunned for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Jin Qing next to him clasped his hands tightly and said, "You'd better think clearly."

Boom...The golden light suddenly appeared in the closed purple flowers.

"hiss..."

Jian Chi was gasping in pain, and when the golden light was at its peak, she shouted in pain.

Zong Mengqiu didn't even look at it and said bluntly: "If you have the ability, kill him!"

“???”

This time, it was not only Zhao Ming and Senior Brother Eight who were a little stunned.

Everyone else's eyes were full of shock.

What kind of hatred?

What kind of complaint?

Just a few flags!

It’s not that I can’t get it back later.

Boom... Qin Feng activated his tricks, and the sword cynic in the purple flower made another painful sound.

Zong Mengqiu's face remained unchanged, but he became a little ruthless and impatient when he took action.

Seeing this change, Jiang Yan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Want to pretend not to care so that we can let the sword fool?

Think beautifully!

Jiang Yan raised her hand and waved her hand, and the sword in the purple flower kept making a lot of pain.

The purple flowers, like flower buds, were shrinking and changing back and forth, and pink smoke floated out from time to time.

"Junior sister! Get him done!"

Seeing that Zong Mengqiu had not yet let go, Jiang Yan had to give up Jian Chi as a bargaining chip.

Her junior sister pinched her handprints and slapped at Zihua.

The purple flowers that shrink one by one suddenly turn into contraction inward.

When it shrinks to the extreme, a powerful force bursts out during the period, as if it is to tear everything inside.

"ah..."

The sword's howling sounded so hard that it reached the sky.

Then, his figure appeared, his clothes were ragged, his hair was messy, his body was covered in blood, and his breath was sluggish.

Although the ultimate moves of four geniuses of the same realm did not kill him, they were almost the same.

"The body is so strong! What a pity."

Jiang Yan turned around and looked at Jian Chi, who was not dead, and sighed in embarrassment.

She felt that the ultimate moves of the four people must be dead.

Unexpectedly, I just ended up seriously injured.

To her expectations.

But that's all, Jiang Yan turned around and said, "Don't worry about him! Get Zhao Ming and Ma Ru first."

Before he could make any move, he heard Jian Chi's weak voice ringing and said, "Your opponent is me!"

“???”

Are you still fighting with us in this state?

Are you looking for death?

Jiang Yan turned his head in confusion and looked at Jian Chi, then opened her eyes wide in horror.

I saw Jian Chi holding an oil cake in his hand, exuding the oppressive feeling of Taoist rhyme.

You can see that you have been bitten off above.

"Do you just say it casually when I say I stop you?"

Jian Chi's pale face showed a smile, and she tilted her head and bit the oil cake.

The Taoist rhyme entered the body and quickly nourished his body.

After biting the oil cake a few bites, a little blood appeared on Jian Chi's face, and he reached out to hold the ground and stood up slowly.

Wave and start with the cold blood sword.

"I can take a few more shots, how many more can you take?"

Jian Chi held the sword, ate the oil cake, and asked confidently.

Inside his body, a powerful sword energy was brewing.

"Sheath!"

Jian Chi shouted lightly and suddenly stepped onto Qin Feng's predecessor.

The cool blood sword in his hand stabbed out quickly.

The extremely fast sword fanatic did not give Qin Feng a chance to open up his body.

Qin Feng had to forcefully turn around and barely avoid the cold blood sword that was rubbing his hair.

But, the cold blood sword just passed and the brush disappeared.

“What’s the situation?”

Qin Feng widened his eyes, full of confusion.

How come the three-foot-long sword suddenly disappeared?

"I didn't plan to use this trick."

Jian Chi looked at the surprised Qin Feng with a smile, and raised her legs and kicked Qin Feng's waist.

Qin Feng's arms were about to block it.

Brush, a cold white flashed.

The Liangxue Sword actually stretched out from Jian Chi's toes.

Puff... The sharp cold blood sword was inserted directly more than half.

Jian Chi's other foot kicked Qin Feng in the chest and kicked him back several meters.

The cold blood sword on Qin Feng's waist was pulled out horizontally.

His own self was directly split and he was seriously injured.

There was still residual sword energy in his body turbulent, causing the true energy in his body to riot.

"puff..."

Qin Feng vomited blood and hurriedly took a healing pill.

Repel Qin Feng.

Jian Chi twisted her head and launched a fierce attack on them, and the Liangxue Sword God was elusive.

Sometimes in his elbow, sometimes in his hands, sometimes in his knees.

It is hard to defend against, especially Jiang Yan and Jin Qing, who were really shocked by the oil cake that Jian Chi was eating.

The result was that they could not even hold on with ten moves in the hands of Jian Chi's hands who had all their strength.

They all ended up seriously injured, either squatting or lying on their backs.
To be continued...