Chapter 1250 He couldn’t really be beaten to death, right?
"The meat all over the body has been roasted, but the mouth is still hard."
In the distance, Li Xiaoyun, who was fluttering in white clothes, looked at the man covered in blood on the ring, and her eyes suddenly turned red. She felt very distressed.
"He will definitely lose!"
"He is dead!"
Xiao Bailong saw that the woman he loved was worried and worried about other men, and the hatred in his heart reached its peak.
"If he loses, I will leave Longmen with him."
"He died, and I left him a widow."
Li Xiaoyun looked at the man indifferently.
"you!"
Xiao Bailong glared angrily and clenched his fists subconsciously. If it wasn't against the rules, he really wanted to crush Qin Shiming to death with his own hands and smash the pretty boy's face with each punch.
Why?
What's wrong with his little white dragon?
"The fight is not over yet. How can you tell that he will lose?"
When Zhou Meng came, he naturally stood with Li Xiaoyun. They are best friends and good friends, as many people in Longmen know.
"Good Dharma protector."
Xiao Bailong's heart skipped a beat and he quickly said hello to Zhou Meng.
Although he is a master of the Suiji class, a half-step strong man in the second level of land immortal, but in front of Zhou Yimeng, he is really not good enough. The gap between status and strength is too big.
"Let me ask you, how do you know he will lose?"
Zhou Meng's face was calm and his tone was calm. However, it gave Xiao Bailong a sense of death, and cold sweat broke out on his back.
"I...I think he is at the end of his strength. He can't even stand still..."
"Let's make a bet."
Zhou Meng turned around and glanced in the direction of the ring, "If he wins, I will kill you."
"If he loses, I'll kill your whole family, okay?"
"..."
Xiao Bailong thought there was some surprise. This, this was not a surprise. It was simply a fright and a threat.
No matter he wins or loses, he will not end well.
"I, I have something else to do, so I'm leaving first."
Xiao Bailong turned around and left, Pian didn't dare to stay longer.
"It seems you really like him."
As soon as Xiao Bailong left, Zhou Meng looked at Li Xiaoyun with a faint smile on his face.
"Yimeng, will he lose?"
"Won't."
"Why?"
"Because he is very strong."
"..."
Li Xiaoyun moved her lips, wondering what the reason was, no, this was just nonsense. But soon, Li Xiaoyun realized what she was saying and stared at Zhou Meng with wide eyes.
"You, have you been in love for a long time?"
Hearing this, Yi Meng didn't answer, his face turned slightly red, but he soon returned to normal.
"I'm not interested in men."
"Then you are still sleeping with him?"
"..."
Zhou Meng stopped talking and just looked at the ring from a distance. When he saw the man in a state of embarrassment, his heart suddenly tightened and he inadvertently clenched the sword in his hand.
She wanted to rush up and kill Yang Fan.
"Since you want to die, I will help you!"
Yang Fan also moved.
"Boohoo!"
The long sword flew and trembled, and sword flowers fell slowly, like the spring breeze blowing off petals. There were more and more, more and more dense, gorgeous and brilliant, but it made Yang Fan smell an unprecedented crisis.
"go!"
The two fireballs collided with each other.
"Boom boom boom!"
A violent explosion sounded again, but this time Qin Shiming did not retreat, and neither did Yang Fan.
However, Yang Fan had a lot of blood holes on his body.
There was blood overflowing on the arms, chest, legs, and even forehead.
"He is stronger than before!"
Wu Haotian was watching the match in the audience with his heart in his throat. He was not nervous, but very excited. After the excitement, he was still scared.
He had learned Qin Shiming's Meteor Sword Technique. Last time, Qin Shiming's Meteor Sword Technique was still weak, but this time, Wu Haotian thought that if it were him, he would definitely die on the spot.
Yang Fan, the top master of the yellow class, didn't even take it!
"Are you still stubborn now?"
Qin Shiming held the long sword in his hand. The sword was still as black as ink, dark and cold, and there was no trace of blood on the sword.
"Are you admitting defeat now?"
"Do you need someone to help you pack your things so you can get out?"
Finally it was Qin Shiming's turn to feel proud and proud.
After two days of seclusion, Qin Shiming indeed failed to make a breakthrough, but he went through all the important battles in his life, especially the life-and-death showdown with Qinglong on Wulong Mountain, which he recalled in his mind again and again.
Although it consumes a lot of energy, the effect is very good.
This is Qin Shiming's biggest killing move right now.
"Admit defeat? Will I admit defeat?"
"Am I going to lose to you, a rookie?"
Yang Fan lowered his head and looked at the blood holes all over his body. He slowly straightened his body, and his pupils suddenly flashed a coquettish scarlet color. As his body continued to straighten, Yang Fan's momentum continued to rise.
It's like a balloon that is gradually inflated.
"He, he is a half-step land immortal!"
In the crowd, Wu Haotian shouted loudly.
"This is Yang Fan's true strength!"
"Oh my god, half-step land fairy!"
"Half-step land immortal, Qin Shiming is dead!"
"Dead!"
"President, come on!"
"President, come on!"
"President, come on!"
The arena that had been deathly silent once again became lively, and the people of the Alchemy Union had smiles on their faces again.
As a newcomer, Qin Shiming is indeed very strong, but what can he do if he is stronger?
The distance between the Grand Master and the Half-Step Land Immortal is like a Yangtze River that cannot be crossed.
"Old Qin, come on!"
Although there was fear on Xia Houfeng's face, he still clenched his fists for Qin Shiming.
"This boy is already very good for being able to push Yang Fan to this point. He is far better than the old monk back then."
On top of the high wall, the medicine monk heard the excitement and rushed over. However, before the medicine monk arrived, the saint arrived first.
Glancing at the two people on the ring, the saint frowned slightly. If she wasn't thinking about Longmen's breaking of rules, how could she let Qin Shiming be hurt like this?
"Yang Fan is even more outstanding. With his talent, he can completely replace Qinglong's position in five years." In Xing Tian's eyes, there is no doubt that Yang Fan is even more outstanding.
"Talent?"
The saint curled her lips with great disdain.
"..."
Xing Tian didn't speak and just stared at the ring.
Yang Fan once again used the fireball. This time the fireball was bigger, with more heat, and the brilliant light was like the sun. The spectators at the edge of the ring felt the blazing heat.
"Qin Shiming, go to hell!"
With a roar, Yang Fan threw the fireball over with a ferocious smile.
"The Dragon Travels Nine Heavens!"
As soon as the long sword was thrown away, Qin Shiming endured the severe pain all over his body, poured all the energy in his Dantian into his fists, faced the fireball, and pounced on it.
"Boom boom boom!"
When the two collided, Qin Shiming was like a kite, flying back as fast as he rushed out.
"puff!"
In mid-air, Qin Shiming spurted out a bloody arrow, his face as white as paper.
"Boom!"
The body hit the ground hard, causing a cloud of yellow dust to rise.
On the other hand, Yang Fan stood on the same spot as if nothing happened, except that his figure swayed slightly.
The scene was deathly quiet. Is this the power of the Half-Step Land Immortal?
"He, he couldn't really be beaten to death, right?"