Yuan Qingyu did not hide his thoughts.

Of course, with Su Xing's eyesight, he could already see Yuan Qingyu's contempt, but he did not deliberately explain anything, nor did he show any dissatisfaction.

The fact is always the most powerful fight back.

"Can!"

Su Xing agreed to Yuan Qingyu's invitation.

After all, there will be a confrontation between the semi-finals, and he and Yuan Qingyu have a battle.

"Wow!"

Yuan Qingyu's figure flashed and appeared on the battle stage where Su Xing was.

And his actions naturally attracted the attention of many people and made people look forward to it.

"It is said that Yuan Qingyu successfully returned to his ancestors and cultivated the Eighteen Wings!"

"Then it's a big deal now. Although Su Xing is not Yuan Qingyu's opponent, his strength is not weak, and he should be able to hold on for a while."

"Yes! This way we can feast our eyes."

There were many discussions.

Most people are not optimistic about Su Xing. In everyone's opinion, it is already the limit for him to reach the semi-finals, and he is already the biggest dark horse.

"Brother Su will definitely win."

Ming Yiyou clenched his fists.

"That's natural. What's the point of breaking Yuanqing feather? Is it amazing if I have too many wings?

I will change to the roasted chicken wings tomorrow and the taste should be very good.”

Kong Li smiled faintly.

"It's roasted feather wings."

Bai Xueer smiled and corrected.

Their understanding of Su Xing is far beyond that of Ming Yiyou, Ling Miaoqin and others. They know how many miracles Su Xing has created, so they are naturally full of confidence in him.

In their eyes, there is no one in this world who can't be defeated.

When you wake up, you will be destined to reach the end of the divine way.

On the Battle Stage No. 3.

"Wow!"

Accompanied by the blooming of thousands of lights, eighteen wings appeared behind Yuan Qingyu.

Although the Eighteen-winged Feather Clan is named Eighteen Wings, there are not many people in the clan. It is already very good to have Eighteen Wings to have Eighteen Wings.

And Yuan Qingyu, he did it.

This is also his capital trump card for becoming the number one genius of the Eighteen-winged Feather Clan.

The eighteen wings are released, sacred and extraordinary, and the light is overflowing.

"Awaken, take the call!"

Suddenly, Yuan Qingyu moved, and the eighteen wings spread, making his speed reach the extreme. He instantly appeared in the sky, and then countless feathers flew out.

Each feather contains extremely powerful power, falling all over the sky like a storm.

If you don’t take action, you will be as powerful as you take action.

"Wow!"

As Su Xing raised his hand, countless sword energy soared into the sky.

Each sword energy accurately hit a feather. The attacks of the two men collided violently in the air, giving birth to terrible fluctuations.

But soon, a raging fire burned out from the feathers shot out by Yuan Qingyu, which greatly increased the power of the feathers, resulting in the continuous defeat of the sword energy.

"Su Xing, didn't you say that you learned the ancient Qilin Step?

Let me see! Your swordsmanship is not enough to fight against me."

Yuan Qingyu spoke indifferently.

However, Su Xing did not use the ancient Qilin Step.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, black water flowed out and turned into countless black water swords and penetrated through them.

"Dark God Stream!"

Ming Yiyou's eyes lit up and he explained to Kong Li: "Look, that's the treasure of our Hei Shui clan. Although it is not the strongest state, it is absolutely extraordinary."

In fact, this is indeed the case.

In the Black Water Cave, the dark divine stream that has been nourished for three years has been reborn.

Each black water sword contains power far beyond the previous ones. Feathers were crushed one after another, and countless black water swords had already formed a siege and killing Yuan Qingyu invisibly.

The black water swords are closely connected, as if they have turned into surging water waves, with a captivating momentum.

"Swish!"

However, Yuan Qingyu is not an ordinary genius. As a congenital divine body, he is extremely powerful, especially the Eighteen Wings, which gives him extremely flexible speed and body skills. When he is unable to expose himself, he actually escapes.

Su Xing was not unwilling to accept it, and let Yuan Qingyu escape and said calmly: "This should not be your unique skill, right?"

Why don't you let me see your innate weather?"

"Then you just have a look."

Yuan Qingyu looked furious, and the power and difficulty of the Dark God's flow made him expect that he almost suffered a great loss.

"Wings of the Ancient God!"

Suddenly, Yuan Qingyu shouted coldly.

I saw billions of light blooming in the void behind him. Then, a pair of extremely huge wings appeared. It stretched out and widened thousands of miles, like an endless sea of ​​clouds.

On the milky white wings, there was a huge pressure.

This is Yuan Qingyu's innate weather.

"kill!"

Yuan Qingyu folded his hands together and muttered something, as if it was a whisper of an ancient god. The huge and boundless wings of the ancient god behind him were slowly pressed down.

The Wings of the Ancient God almost completely enveloped the entire battle platform.

This is to completely crush Su Xing.

Su Xing looked calm, and black water swords stood towards the sky. At the same time, a large number of dark divine streams rushed out in his body.

After three years of nourishment, the dark god flow is strong, Su Xing wants to know.

"Boom!"

In the rolling waves, a black sea appeared, forming a sharp opposition to the white ancient god wings in the sky. Immediately afterwards, two extremely powerful forces collided with each other.

This blow is terrible.

This caused the entire battle platform to make violent trembling sounds.

The terrifying light drowns everything, and people can only see two completely different colors, one black and one white, colliding wildly, erasing each other.

After a long time, the collision sound gradually fades.

The black and white colors are gradually becoming illusory, and their body size is greatly reduced.

Unlike the white ancient god's wings, the shrinking dark divine stream eventually evolved into a huge blue dragon that was thousands of miles long, which was the dark divine stream's spiritual water.

Su Xing stood on his head, which was like a mountain, and was flew in his clothes.

"roar!"

Shui Fu's mouth made a terrifying roar.

Just that sound wave made Yuan Qingyu's already injured face turn pale again.

Then, Shui Fu poked out an extremely huge dragon claw, tore the white ancient god's wings apart in one fell swoop, and descended above Yuan Qingyu's head.

After this shot down, let alone defeating Yuan Qingyu, he could even be killed.

The shadow of death enveloped, Yuan Qingyu's body was stiff, and the look of fear could not be hidden on his face. However, the dragon claw did not fall, but the awakened indifferent voice sounded: "Yuan Qingyu, you are defeated."

"I..." Yuan Qingyu opened his mouth, and in the end, he did not refute anything.

He was indeed defeated.

Canglong retracted his giant claws, turned into a stream of water and merged into Su Xing's body. The No. 3 Battle Platform quickly resumed Qingming.

"Thank you!"

Yuan Qingyu looked at Su Xing, took a deep breath, and bowed his hand.
Chapter completed!