The head of the martial arts hall made a unified decision to delay the competition time by one incense stick for the first time. This is a treatment that no one can get. Everyone knows it in their hearts, which is obvious protection. This seems a bit unfair to Qingyun, so everyone listens to Qingyun's intentions, and Qingyun agrees without hesitation.

There is only one incense stick. If that rich man does not appear again, this Qingyun will become the champion.

The wind and snow began to be violent, and it was another bloody battlefield. The bloody and murderous intent were heavy, and this was a hellish world.

Fu Xiaowa knelt on one knee, his eyes red, and the shocking blood fell on the snow one by one. All this, in the eyes of Chen Huandong, who was tearful, was a person who should hate them fighting for them, and their hearts were broken.

Master Chen Huandong held the ice and snow on the ground tightly, and he regretted that it was him, and that it was him who injured the child, causing the child to lose power now. He hated himself and hurt someone, but he was hurt more deeply than anyone else. He is willing to bear twice the damage now, and he can't bear to watch the child's blood flow.

"Come on, or I'll kill them!" The cold man called Master Ling came out with another sword energy, and there was another blood mark on Master Chen Huandong's body.

"Stop!!!" This move is indeed extremely effective for Fu Xiaowa. This is a child who cannot see others being hurt.

With a loud bang, Fu Xiaowa's qi surged. This was his violent mental method to activate himself to damage the meridian tendons. The arrogant qi began to gather, and it was not something that ordinary people could understand.

The blue veins that surged with the fists and the angry flames were sprayed with their eyes. Fu Xiaowa's anger had been used as a mediator to increase his strength to another level again. This is the body after the Nine-Turn Resurrection, a body that can burn will as power.

"The long regret star falls!!!"

Fu Xiaowa suddenly roared, and his fists were like a fall, and his strength urged mountains and rivers. The powerful aura carried by the fist turned into a huge fighting fist. Lord Ling was shocked. The punch was powerful, and he immediately attacked and intercepted. Countless sword energy slashed on the huge fist of the Qi Yuan, like slashing steel. This was the essence of the meaning of hatred into power, and the eternal hatred fist.

With a bang, the Qi Yuan punched the Lord Ling. The Lord Ling used the sword as a stand and stopped him. He was immediately hit and retreated. A trace of blood was leached from the corner of his mouth. The Lord Ling knew in his heart that he was no longer an opponent. This child was too strong and too strong, and he actually exuded such a strong combat power in the form of destroying his own tendons and veins.

Fu Xiaowa would never let him go. Once again, he would not let the people in his martial arts school be hurt. The power of this punch is stronger and more violent, and Lord Ling would definitely not be able to withstand this punch, absolutely not.

Lord Ling opened his chest and bravely faced Fu Xiaowa's fist with his chest. Yes, it suddenly opened...

And this punch hit the Lord Ling and stopped...

The dancing wind and snow slowly fell, landing on the ground, on the sword shining with blue light, and the tip of the sword was placed on the neck of Master Chen Huandong in the snow.

Master Chen Huandong was already lost in his mind and dared not move. A trace of coldness came from his neck. It was the death temperature at the tip of the Lan Ling sword. A wisp of blood flowed from the cut small mouth. As long as he moved lightly, Master Chen Huandong would squirt blood and die violently...

Fu Xiaowa's fist stopped, only an inch away from his chest, and he could no longer hit him...

The Lord Ling took the veins of Fu Xiaowa, and he already knew all this and was a cold person.

"If you resist, I will kill two of you!" Lord Ling said coldly, like the sound from hell, so cold and ruthless.

Fu Xiaowa slowly retracted her fist and stood Yiran in front of Master Chen Huandong and Shen Zhengming

Master Ling's sword had already pulled away from Master Chen Huandong's neck. There was still a faint blood mark on the neck, and a small strand of blood was shed. The sword had already pointed at Fu Xiaowa and pointed at Fu Xiaowa's chest.

Fu Xiaowa spread his arms and did not resist. He Lingtang mainly killed Chen Huandong's master and apprentice. It was very simple, very simple, but two small sword energy, just like this, it was so simple that it was heartbreaking...

He stopped the two masters and apprentices, closed his eyes, and Lord Ling's sword slowly went, so slowly, in the eyes of the master and apprentices Chen Huandong, the slow, heart-wrenching pain, the tip of the sword slowly pierced into Fu Xiaowa's body...

One inch...

Two inches...

Three inches...

The scene of Master Chen Huandong and Shen Zhengming roared from the bottom of their hearts. They completely collapsed their minds. They saw the facts that did not exist in the world. The people they were humiliating were blocking in front of them, blocking the sword's slight advancement.

The slowness of the sword tip seemed to tear apart people's hearts, as if it was torn apart everything. The sword tip was thrusting into their hearts, and the huge pain emanating from the bottom of their hearts. They watched helplessly, and the sharp sword body slowly moved forward, breaking through the flesh and blood and entering it little by little. What a shocking scene. This is for them, for those who have bullied them.

Fu Xiaowa spit out a mouthful of blood. He did not retreat or fall down. He stood up like a god, standing tall. Master Chen Huandong and Shen Zhengming kept gushing out of tears. He watched the sword slowly penetrate from Fu Xiaowa's back, as if it had pierced their hearts, and they were so painful that they were suffering like hell.

The thin body had become huge in the eyes of the two masters and disciples. It was the body of a giant, covering them like a god and a Buddha.

"I'm going to fight you!!!" Master Chen Huandong shouted out loud, and he was already worried about his own safety and punched.

With a bang, Master Chen Huandong had been knocked away by Master Ling and slid a little distance on the snow.

"Master!!" The Shen Zhengming had already stood up, and his eyes were naked and shouted: "You animal husbandry, I want to kill you!"

Lord Ling was about to pull out the sword from Fu Xiaowa's body and give the two fatal blows, but found that they could not pull it out. Looking back, it was Fu Xiaowa's blood-red sneering eyes. His hands were no longer holding the exposed sword body without regard for the sharpness, and blood had already been leached between his palms and fingers.

"Every regret falls in the moon!!!" Fu Xiaowa's last roar, gathering all the energy and bursting out all the power that can be burst out without leaving any room for anything. The huge energy fist that emerged from Ling made the close-range Master Ling at the bottom of the road without any avoidance. With a loud bang, Lord Ling had been knocked away and spit out blood.

"Let's go, help the Lord Ling!" The gang members next to them were already frightened by the child like a demon in hell. They rushed up the Lord Ling on the ground and ran away in a hurry.

Fu Xiaowa finally stopped and fell to the ground, coughed a few times, and spewed out blood.

"Fu Xiaowa, Fu Xiaowa!" The Shen Zhengming ran past and finally officially called Fu Xiaowa's name. This was no longer the shock that those friends in the past could bring to him.

The two masters and disciples came to Fu Xiaowa, burst into tears, looking at Fu Xiaowa who was lying in a pool of blood, and the rebaptism of their souls that had just been experienced.

Master Chen Huandong sighed to the sky, as if he exuded all the resentment and dissatisfaction in the world. He witnessed the impossible story in this world.

He looked at Fu Xiaowa on the ground, and there was only a huge wave of guilt and regret in his heart. He sighed to the sky, and the snow fell slowly on his face. He stood quietly, standing quietly, listening to Shen Zhengming crying while holding Fu Xiaowa, he closed his eyes, and a drop of tears rolled down the corners of his eyes.

He knelt in front of Fu Xiaowa. This was the second time, but it came from the heart...

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