My space becomes the world

Xue Wuyi's eyes were about to burst. He shouted and was about to rush down from the stands, but was grabbed by the head of the Xue family. A slap in the face.

"Asshole, you want to kill the family but you can't do it. Trust him and don't be impulsive."

Blood was sprayed from the corner of Xue Wuyi's mouth, and he calmed down. He did not return to his seat, but stood next to the viewing platform, with his hands on the guardrail, clenching hard, and his white fingers were filled with cyan in the music. .

At this time, Liu Mufeng's green vine could no longer hold on. Under the strange power of the three-wind fire tornado, the tension reached the limit and broke with a bang.

Liu Mufeng shouted, with a strong sense of unwillingness, and was drowned in the rapidly rotating flames.

As for Chu Xinghe, Chu Xinghe was no longer on the field.

As early as when Comrade Xue was sucked into the Three Winds and Fire Tornado, Chu Xinghe had already broken into the eye of fire.

Yes, he broke in on his own initiative, which also caused everyone in Wanbao Pavilion to exclaim. Su Ho's eyes were full of pity, but Du Liang's heart was full of joy, "Dead, Wan He is finally dead."

Chu Xinghe, who had shown his strength before, was like a knife hanging above his head, ready to fall at any time, making him restless. Now that Chu Xinghe was seeking death, Du Liang's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

Hong Lin looked calm. Chu Xinghe had originally created the Three Winds and Fire Tornado. Since Chu Xinghe dared to break in, he must have some support. He didn't believe that Chu Xinghe was looking for death.

"Die, all die, I am the final champion." Everyone was swallowed up by the three winds and fire tornadoes, and the interval was not long. Wu Ai's words revealed ecstasy, his face was burned to the point of disfigurement, and his grin was terrifying.

But before his laughter ended, a shocking scene appeared.

"It's Pan Zhong!"

"Not only Panzhong, Di Feng, Thirteen, and Yan Qingqing are all fine, they are out."

"Arhat Chongtian Bell" is worthy of being a Buddhist treasure, with unparalleled defense and invulnerability to water and fire.

At this time, the four casual cultivators lined up and walked out under the protection of Zhong Ying. He just stood upright in front of Wu Ai.

"What a good plan. Use me to eliminate everyone in the family. I wonder who among the four of you will become the champion next?" Wu Ai had already accepted his fate and asked the four people in front of him very easily.

Di Feng sneered: "I didn't forget to stir up dissension before I died, so I said your Wu family are all sinister people."

Thirteen walked to the front and sent out an ice pick that penetrated Wu Ai's head. Wu Qi snorted, his eyes constantly looking at Thirteen and Di Feng, and he softly ordered the people behind him. "After we get out, check the information of these two people quickly. I want to know everything about them."

"Wu Ai is extremely powerful. If he comes to Beiguan in my town and encounters another wave of beasts, I don't know how many people will die." Zhao Jia said with regret.

Wu Ai died, and the Three Winds and Fire Tornado gradually shrank and extinguished.

"There is still someone alive, it's Wan He!" someone shouted loudly.

Wanbao Pavilion was also in a state of excitement, but Wanhe survived.

"How did he do it? Does he also possess a treasure?"

"What's so strange about this? Don't forget where Wanbao Pavilion is. It's not surprising that he has a magic weapon for protection."

In fact, Chu Xinghe didn't use any protective magic weapon at all. He entered the Three Winds and Fire Tornado just to deceive others. He hid in the exquisite space and even drank a cup of tea. When he noticed the change in the flames, he appeared in the flames again and escaped the strangulation of the three winds and fire tornadoes.

In order not to arouse suspicion, he also took a picture of the "earth talisman" on his body. The khaki protective cover on my body has not disappeared yet.

The blood fellow, Liu Mufeng, has disappeared. He must have been refined into the Three Winds Fire Tornado.

The field returned to calm, and Pan Zhong put away the "Arhat Chong Tian Zhong." His bronze face had lost its luster, and he seemed to have spent a lot of energy.

The four casual cultivators lined up facing Chu Xinghe.

It was Yan Qingqing who spoke first: "Wan He, give up, I can make the decision to let you go."

Chu Xinghe smiled slightly: "Oh? You don't need to discuss it with them?"

Di Feng said: "No need to discuss, we keep our word. As long as you admit defeat, we can let you go." Thirteen, Pan Zhong did not speak, but Di Feng was vaguely in the lead. It seemed that the four of them had known each other for a long time. Very close relationship.

Chu Xinghe shook his head: "I have a reason to win. Thank you all for your kindness. If I win by chance, I won't kill you."

"Wan He is crazy. How can he have the confidence to fight one against four? You know Di Feng, Thirteen and two people can kill Wu Ai. Now there are two more people, how long can he hold on?" Someone in the audience Discussed.

Upon seeing this, Hong Lin also shouted loudly: "Brother, don't do anything, don't act out of emotion, you have done a good job, worthy of Wanbao Pavilion and your resources. Give up."

Chu Xinghe shook his head at Hong Lin. After winning the championship, in addition to having the opportunity to come into contact with the "hundred locust tree branch", Wanbao Pavilion could also give him two materials needed by Emperor Wantong. Regardless of money, it saves so much time than searching for it yourself.

Moreover, the "Thousand Years of Tai Sui" that Hong Lin bet for him has come into his hands, so he has to do something for Hong Lin to feel at ease. If you just admit defeat like this, you will not only damage your Taoism, but also owe Hong Lin a favor, and your thoughts will not be clear.

"Follow your heart and you will succeed." The advice of the great emperor of Wantong is still in my ears, and the strong cannot retreat. This battle must be fought.

Chu Xinghe clasped his fists at the four casual cultivators and said decisively: "Please"

Yan Qingqing had long wanted to compete with Chu Xinghe, so she took out her double swords and quickly came to Chu Xinghe. The sword flashed and slashed towards Chu Xinghe's throat. Chu Xinghe took a step back, and the blade edged across Chu Xinghe's neck. Chu Xinghe felt a chill on his neck.

Yan Qingqing took butterfly steps and held a Yuanyang knife, and officially started fighting Chu Xinghe.

For a moment, the sword light flashed, and the figures were blurred. Yan Qingqing's butterfly steps are completely different from Chu Xinghe's thousands of flowers. They have the same purpose and are both walking smart routes.

The two elegant figures come and go, like two butterflies flying in the flowers, with a sense of being dependent on each other. It's just that in this beauty, both of them are dancing on the tip of the knife.

While the two were fighting, the other three did not step forward to help, but stood aside in a gentlemanly manner. The two fought for more than thirty rounds without deciding the outcome, using speed and beauty to the extreme. The audience on the stage cheered loudly.

Suddenly, Chu Xinghe's movement technique changed, and he used the movement technique honed in the Shiwan Mountain. This movement technique Chu Xinghe did not have a name, it was derived from "Ten Thousand Flowers Don't Touch the Body", but the attack method is more direct, swift and fierce, without any Superfluous actions. From dodge to attack, whatever suits you is the best.

The change in Chu Xinghe's rhythm made Yan Qingqing very uncomfortable. Just now they were more like comparing footwork to a large extent, but now is the real battle.