Who is it?

Yue Qing was shocked and looked up. He saw countless red lights coming in a flash. He didn't dare to neglect them. He immediately retracted and avoided them. The rest of the people hurriedly dodged, but some dodged, and some directly penetrated the red light.

His chest spit out a mouthful of red blood.

But in a moment, five or six people lost their breath instantly.

Especially some people looked at Yueqing hatefully before they died, gritted their teeth and cursed: "Didn't you say that you will follow you and believe in the God King and you will have eternal life? Why are you going to die so soon..."

"Oh, brother, this happened so quickly just now. I didn't react for a while. I guess... Lord God King didn't react either..."

"You... sister!"

Leqing's face turned weak and she smiled. The man glared at him viciously, and after cursing, he quickly disappeared.

Yue Qing sighed helplessly, but before he could see where the enemy was, a harsh beep sounded and rushed towards him quickly.

Yue Qing's pupils shrank, and he quickly flashed to the side, bursting with a loud bang, and smoke and dust filled.

Yue Qing immediately took out a seven-foot spear in his hand, stared at the smoke and dust with a solemn look on his face, and shouted: "Who are you? Why are you attacking us for no reason?"

"No reason? Hehehe..."

A burst of sneering laughter came out of the smoke and dust, and a young man with a rebellious face and a red-haired head came out of the smoke and dust, and sneered: "Now in this coupe, there is a life-and-death melee, and it is natural for anyone to kill anyone.

, Could it be that you think I should introduce myself to you before taking action, and will you be able to be polite and then fight?"

Hmm!

My heart stagnated, and Yueqing was choked and speechless.

The man's eyes flashed with a splendor, and a nine-foot-long sickle in his hand suddenly waved forward, shouting: "Eleventh-grade high-level martial arts, Lihun Flying Scythe!"

Swish swish swish swish!

In an instant, in just a moment, countless dense blood-colored sickle blades suddenly appeared in the entire sky, each of which was seven or eight feet long, and it was smashed to the ground like rain, even the sickle.

There were also waves of ghosts and howlings on the blade, which looked like the roar of the resentful soul of hell.

When Yueqing and others saw it, they were shocked and some were even more scared and almost cried: "Eleventh-grade martial arts? Who is this kid? Why is it so strong..."

Boom!

Before the man could finish his words, he had already disappeared from the bombardment of countless red sickle blades.

With just one move, the dozens of people in Yueqing were wiped out. The red-haired young man couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his laughter was full of evil and perverse...

At the same time, the scene here was transmitted back to the council hall of the top-notch family in real time. An old man in gray robe was introducing the records in his hand.

"The Red Blood Refining Demon, Jing Wuming, comes from the third-rate family field, with the first-level peak martial king cultivation."

"Oh? People from the territory of the third-rate family have actually reached the strength of King Wu? Moreover, his move is so easy to use, regardless of power or skill, it is not as good as the first-level martial king. At least the third-level martial king's skills!

”

Zhai Linfeng stared at the image on the sphere ahead and murmured. The heads of the families around him nodded and agreed.

boom!

At this moment, another explosion sounded, and everyone looked at it carefully, and saw that Jing Wuming's laughter had not yet fallen, and the place where he had been smashed by a red sickle blade suddenly burst out with a dazzling blue light.

The sky was covered with redness and was shocked to death.

Le Qing's eyes were solemn, and a strange orchid light emitting from the spear in his hand. His aura suddenly increased by more than ten times, and he was majestic.

None of the friends around Yueqing were injured.

At this moment, when he saw Yueqing's spear, he shook the opponent's ultimate move and immediately showed a look of admiration.

Mr. Le finally has to use his real skills!

"Leqing, this Hundred Martial Arts Conference is a leader from the second-rate family and a second-level peak martial king master!"

In the conference hall, the old man in gray robe introduced again. The heads of the family looked at the second person who was focusing on observation and nodded slightly.

In fact, after the first round of screening, these top-notch families have a rough understanding of these contestants and have listed key observation objects.

Like Jing Wuming and Yue Qing, they were among them.

In this second round of selection, the heads of these aristocratic families mainly focused on these key figures.

Of course, Tu Ganglie, who was a pseudonym of Yang Feng and Liu Shufen, who was a pseudonym of Feng Yu, were also among the key observation objects.

"The so-called Brother Xinfeng has eternal life. Your choice to follow Brother Feng this time is the most correct choice for you in your life."

After parting ways with Yueqing, Yang Feng led a team of more than a dozen people to sway slowly on the boundless battlefield, and occasionally gave his brothers an ideological education work.

"Although Brother Feng cannot guarantee that you will bring you to the finals, this life-and-death battle will keep you safe. Don't worry, hahaha..."

"Hmph, what a big tone, protect yourself first!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold shout suddenly sounded, and then countless green winds came like blades, and there was no sight at all.

"Twelve-grade primary spiritual technique, Qingfeng Hunting Formation!"

"What, twelve grades?"

Hearing this and seeing the strong wind formation, the younger brothers were so scared that they almost jumped up.

But before they could move, Feng Yu was the first to block forward and waved his hands: "Tianfeng Liaoyuan!"

boom!

The scorching fire light turned into a phoenix that shook the sky, and suddenly hit the strong wind, bursting into a wall of fire, blocking the wind.

Seeing this, everyone was overjoyed and cheered: "Sister Shufen is so strong. The twelve-grade spiritual technique has been blocked so easily. Long live Sister Shufen..."

Bang Bang!

A series of explosions came out, and the people had not finished speaking. They were blown up by small fireballs and fell to the ground with moans.

Feng Yu's forehead was exposed with blue veins, he clenched his fists and cursed: "Don't call me Sister Shufen, or you guys will be burned to death, hum!"

"Uh...yes, we never dare to do it again, sister!"

The younger brothers were in tears and didn't know what they had done wrong.

In the conference hall, the heads of the family opened their mouths as they watched this scene: "What a strong girl, this technique of controlling fire is so exquisite. I'm afraid that even the strong people in our families who are good at controlling fire are not as good as those of us. Where is the origin?

?”

"Liu Shufen, the third-level peak martial king, comes from a second-rate family!"

"What, her peak Martial King, also comes from second-rate?"

The old man in gray robe reported indifferently, and the heads of the family were shocked and shouted again.

The old man in gray nodded, but soon frowned again and said, "But what Liu Shufen is very strange is that she did not have the list of the first round of selection. She seemed to have been inserted from the second round.

I don’t know how it was inserted, so do we need to investigate it?”

"No need!"
Chapter completed!