Chapter 9988 The Twelve Immortal Kings of Heaven(2/2)
After dozens of rounds, he was defeated.
Afterwards, Mie Shi, Rogue Master, and Long Wuji all went up to challenge Liu Qing.
Without exception, they all failed.
Among the three, the best performer was Long Wuji.
Liu Qing continued to fight fiercely against the strong men of the Zulong Realm, but at this time, she finally lost her physical strength.
He took the initiative to get off the stage.
Anyway, the Ancestral Dragon Realm has been crushed.
that's enough.
"If Ling Xiao were here, he would never let you be so arrogant!"
Long Wuji said coldly.
"Haha, what's so great about a dead man!"
Liu Qing sarcastically said.
I returned to my seat and started to rest.
Xue Xue just glanced at Liu Qing lightly and said nothing.
Now even if she beats Liu Qing, she will only be considered weak in victory.
Let's wait.
The next battle is basically between Ryuko. Gale Novel
Everyone is strong.
Among the top nine, there is basically no change in the ranking.
Soon, the third dragon son defeated the fourth dragon son who challenged him.
Immediately, he turned his attention to Yan Bing and Zu Longchen.
"Yan Bing, if you want to challenge Zu Longchen, fight me first!"
"sure!"
Yan Bing said lightly, rose into the air, and landed on the ring: "After so many years, you still haven't made any progress.
I'll defeat you in three moves!"
"Three moves!"
The third dragon son looked ugly.
Even if Yan Bing is better than him, this is too crazy.
"You are so arrogant!"
The third dragon son roared.
"Whether it's madness or the truth, won't you know after the battle?"
Yan Bing said calmly: "Do you think you will be able to grow as a result of being Zu Longchen's lackey?
It's a pity that you will only be dragged down by him.
Stop talking nonsense and take action!"
"Yan Bing, you have gone too far!"
The third dragon son roared angrily and unleashed his fighting power.
A seventh-level little saint with more than 80,000 combat power!
This is already very scary.
It's a pity that he met Yan Bing.
Yan Bing raised his hand, and a crystal clear long sword appeared in his hand.
Like half of an ice sculpture.
The power of the saint is surging, terrifying!
Cut it out with one sword!
The third dragon son's defense was completely defeated.
His figure kept shrinking.
He almost fell off the stage.
He kept vomiting blood in his mouth.
His whole body was frozen as if by ice.
"Eighth-level Little Saint!"
Third Longzi looked at Yan Bing in surprise.
Yan Bing is actually an eighth-level little saint, and he doesn't seem to have used his full strength yet.
How strong is this guy?
"Go down, don't be embarrassed.
If I say I can defeat you in three moves, I've already given you face."
Yan Bing looked at Third Longzi calmly and said.
The third dragon son knelt on the ground.
one move!
Not a single move can stop him!
I can't believe how powerful Yan Bing has become.
Chapter completed!