They roared like this, and other sects who like to join in the fun also roared. At this time, most of the people cheered for Senior Brother Yu, and the remaining few people also learned to scream. For a time, the court was all cheering for Yu Jianhao. The heads of various sects couldn't stop them. Secretly shook their head. The two people who were struggling in one place suddenly separated, Wutong turned two somersaults, and suddenly several sheets of black paper were thrown out of his sleeves. Linglong's sharp eyes shouted loudly: "Hurry up! He's going to use the Five Thunders again!"
After that, she grabbed Xuanji, rolled down the boulder and squatted down motionless.
Du Minxing couldn't laugh or cry and pulled them up, "It's not the Five Thunders enchantment, look!" He pointed to the ring, Linglong headed out tremblingly, only to see the few enchantments, some turned into water arrows, some turned into fire dragons, it is indeed not the Five Thunders enchantment.
"Ah! Five Elements Technique! He can release water and fire at the same time!" Linglong widened her eyes in surprise.
Du Minxing nodded and said: "It's true... and his martial arts is not like a finishing touch. It looks like a disciple who has learned halfway through. I just don't understand how this young lad learn these miscellaneous skills from."
They are talking here, while Yu Jianhao over there was really embarrassed in order to avoid those enchantment. The general rules of the five sects, all children must be at least 20 years old to practice the magical enchantment. He is not yet old enough to learn, and only knows some superficial summoning techniques. How can he deal with such a powerful water and fire dragon . Ordinary weapon moves were like tofu in front of them. As soon as they passed, the daggers in his hand were broken and the other was burnt and torn apart and could no longer be used.
He managed to dodge the water arrow soaring, he hid in the corner of the ring and shouted hoarsely: "Woo boy! This is a foul! You can't use these enchantments in the contest!"
The Wu Boy's face was as sinking as water, as if he hadn't heard his screams, his fingers were like orchids, and he swayed beautifully. The fire dragon wagging its tail in mid-air was immediately summoned, and rushed towards the defenseless Yu Jianhao.
This will be pounced by it, and Yu Jianhao is half dead if he is not dead. For a time there was a lot of noise on the court, and Chu Yinghong immediately wanted to help prevent this extraordinary competition. Who knows that she hasn't moved yet, but the fire dragon spread out on the top of Jian Hao's head.
Wu Tong put down his hand, pinched a sword tactic, and without stopping, with a single step, he would stab Yu Jianhao who was still dazed.
"Foul! Hey Wu Tong, shame on you!" Suddenly there was a crisp cry from the audience.
He was stunned, turned his head and looked, but saw Linglong again, akimbo, yelling viciously: "He fouled! This game should be counted as a loss for him! It's too despicable!"
In his heart, he really hates the Shaoyang faction gang of little ghosts. He was hanged upside down on a tree and made a fool of himself. He has took Yu Sifeng's hairpin but he didn't take his revenge properly. Thinking of this, he took a step, pretending to be tripped, the tip of his sword shook, and he stabbed in the direction of Linglong!
No one thought that he would trip up suddenly, seeing that the sword was about to stab Linglong, and the people next to him were too late to help. Linglong herself did not expect that she was so frightened that she froze there.
The sword light in front of her eyes flashed, and she blinked her eyes instinctively. Suddenly, she was hit hard by someone. She actually planted her head on the boulder, landed on the back of her head. She followed, something hot dripping on her face, she was shocked, and subconsciously grasped the clothes of the person in front of her it was Xuanji! "Ah!" She whispered, staring blankly at the black gold sword, which pierced Xuanji's right shoulder, protruding hideously, dripping with blood. The blood dripping on her face was dripping from the sword.
Xuanji! She wanted to scream, but couldn't scream, but she made a crying trill from her throat. Xuanji was full of cold sweat on her face, her face turned pale, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the sword with her fingers like a hook. Wutong had already gotten up from the ground and wanted to draw the sword, but he couldn't pull it out. He couldn't help being startled. Xuanji suddenly turned her head, her eyes burning, looking at him steadily. His heart shuddered, and he felt a chill for no reason.
"You..." she trembled, "You... don't be too arrogant..."