The Spirit of God Million Domain

Chapter 788: Xu Feng vs. White Ink

Guo Hao, Xu Feng, Tie Santong, Bai Mo.

Four people stood there, and they were very eye-catching at the moment.

Yang Liu swept through four people and nodded. He said: "The talents of all four of you are very good. Unfortunately, we only need the top disciple."

"As the overwhelming hegemon of the whole north, the most indispensable part of our magic gate is the genius. Therefore, only four of you, only one person is eligible to enter the magic gate."

"Next, the four of you will be in a two-two battle. The two winners will compete in the final. If you win the first, you can follow me to the Magic Gate and become a disciple of the Magic Gate."

Yang Liu said all this, and the breathing of many people on the scene has become urgent.

As Yang Liu said, the Magic Gate is the overwhelming hegemon of the entire north.

Second-rate forces.

The strong under the door is like a cloud, even if it is a foreign disciple of the Magic Road, the future achievements will never be bad.

It is a pity that when I think of the Magic Road Gate, I only recruited one disciple. Many people have disappointment in their eyes.

"Guo Hao fights against the iron three links, Xu Feng fights against the white ink, so the battle arrangement, you four people have no opinion?" Yang Liu did not go to do other things.

Instead, he directly handed Guo Hao to fight the iron three links, and Xu Feng played against the white ink.

Hearing the words of Yang Liu, Bai Mo’s eyes contained a sense of killing. He looked at Xu Feng and said: "Boy, you are finally hitting my hand."

Guo Hao did not meet Xu Feng. He did have some regrets, but he looked at the white ink and said: "White ink, you must not let this kid die too easily, otherwise it will give us Nanyang Wujie shame."

"Guo Hao, you can rest assured, he is in my hand, absolutely miserable." The spiritual power of Bai Mo has begun to looming.

"In the first battle, let the white ink fight against Xu Feng. You two will come first." Yang Liu arranged all this and seemed to be somewhat unstable.

I went back to the previous position and sat down. His eyes were still bitter in the depths. I couldn’t think of myself spending a night, but I still couldn’t afford it.

Bai Mo and Xu Feng looked at each other and both of them saw the war in the other's eyes.

"I have to say that you have repaired the six spirits, and I defeated you with some victory. But who makes you dare to destroy my good deeds?"

"Today, my white ink will let you know that your strength is simply insignificant in my eyes." White ink is extremely arrogant.

Xu Feng’s mouth was slightly raised, and he did not have any emotional changes to the words of white ink.

It seems that everyone is arrogant in front of themselves.

In the end, he only needs to use his fist to tell the other party that arrogance should also be divided into objects, otherwise it will not know how hard it is.

"There is so much nonsense, get ready to do it."

Xu Feng's lips opened slightly, his spiritual power of the six-pronged emperor, the double angry sea and the ten spiritual veins also began to float, and the strength of the white ink in front of him was much stronger than Guo Hongyu.

In the face of such existence, Xu Feng is sure to defeat each other.

However, he does not want to expose his own cards. After all, he will defeat the white ink, and Guo Hao is still fighting. The other side has a half-step heart.

"Looking for death, I will fulfill you."

White ink did not expect Xu Feng to wait for the death, the current spiritual flow, the flame burning, his palm carrying the wind.

An awkward attack directly attacked Xu Feng.

Seeing that the white ink attacked, Xu Feng did not have any retreat. The golden light flashed, the majestic atmosphere broke out, his fists were displayed, and he was greeted with a fist.

"This Xu Feng is really confident, and the six-pronged emperor is as hard as the white ink." Some people watched Xu Feng and hard-hitting hard, and could not help but feel that Xu Feng was irrational.

After all, the existence of the Six Pinling Emperor and the Jiu Pin Ling Huang Peak, so hard to fight, in their view, it is a very stupid behavior.

Seeing that Xu Feng greeted him, Bai Mo was also a smile on his face. He was afraid that Xu Feng would not fight with himself and evade constantly.

Now that Xu Feng is so confident, he will tell the other party with **** facts. Sometimes, excessive self-confidence is not a good thing.

Oh...

The collision of the palm and the fist smashed together, the flame burned, the spark splattered, and the spiritual force spread continuously toward the surroundings.

The blood-red light of Xu Feng broke out, and the majestic power poured out like a flood.

The white ink eyes and eyes were originally easy to be cautious. He only felt the pain in his arms. The whole person directly quit and his eyes were a little dazed.

Xu Feng also stepped back several steps in succession. He had to say that the genius of Jiu Pin Ling Huangfeng was white and his strength was really terrible, otherwise it would not be possible to shake Xu Feng.

"You really have some means, but unfortunately it is not enough."

The white feet of the white ink landed, and they rushed out again in an instant. His body was brutally violent, and the palm of his hand came out like a blade of flame.

Under this emptiness, there are all kinds of cracks in the void.

"The tyrants are thirteen."

Xu Feng still did not retreat, and the golden light of his fist broke out. It was the boxing method of "Xingba Thirteen Style", and the boxing method was natural.

Rumble!

The two figures collided again and again, and the air waves spread in all directions.

Oh...

In just a few breaths, the two men played against each other for more than a dozen rounds. However, each time, the white ink occupied a little advantage, but it was impossible to defeat Xu Feng.

Only Bai Mo himself knows that the huge power has already made his body a little overwhelmed. In fact, he has the upper hand on the surface, but he actually suffers.

Of course, he won't say it.

He did not expect that Xu Feng was so terrible.

"No, you must end the battle as soon as possible, otherwise my face will be saved?" Bai Mo attacked Xu Feng, and could not beat his opponent for a long time, his heart could not help but be impetuous.

When he waved his hands, he saw him in front of him, the flames of ice and cold burned, and the whole platform suddenly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the fire was shining.

"Kid, can force me to use the ice cold flame, you are still proud of the death under the cold flame." In the eyes of Bai Mo with a cold kill.

Many people did not expect that Xu Feng would force the white ink to such a point.

Xu Feng looked at the white ink ice cold flame, and his face showed a faint smile. He had to say that this white ink played with fire in front of him. Isn't that self-inflicted?

White ink looked at Xu Feng's face with some disdainful eyes, and suddenly his inner anger was more intense. He felt that Xu Feng was looking down on him.

He said awkwardly: "I will make you regret it."

Whistling...

The blazing flame burns, together with the six avenues of fire in the white ink, the whole world seems to be wrapped in flames, making people feel suffocated.

(End of this chapter)