Strongest Eccentric Consort

"Won?" Everyone stared at Fang Wenyang, who was vomiting blood and fell down. They were all stunned. After a while, they reacted and looked at the surrounding companions with ecstatic expressions on their faces.

"Won!! Ye Chaixun won! Great, we finally don't have to die!"

"So amazing! Ye Zhuixun is so amazing, it turns out that Ye Zhuixun is the most amazing!"

"That's right, I thought that Ye Zhuixun couldn't compare with Young Master Qinghe and the others. I didn't expect that he was so powerful..."

Hong Qinghe, Yang Feng, and Mu Wuxin, who had been relieved from their serious injuries, saw this scene, and they all had complex expressions: "Our so-called first, second, and third...Compared with them, it is really ridiculous... …"

Hong Qinghe looked depressed according to the position of the wound.

Lou Xiaoxiao also smiled: "Qianxue, accepting such an apprentice, you really picked up a treasure, this kid will definitely be very good in the future!"

Everyone was in ecstasy. After taking the medicine, Fang Wenyang, who recovered, had a somber expression that almost dripped water.

He looked vicious and vicious, and stared at Ye Chauxun angrily: "Little bastard, how dare you hurt me! I must kill you!"

"Wen Yang, it seems that there are good defective products in these trash, please be careful, don't get hurt again." Someone from his companion reminded.

"Huh! Don't worry, how could such **** hurt me? Just now, it was just my carelessness..."

"Don't say that, he has a problem with his fist. If I read it correctly, he has understood the meaning of the wind, it is the meaning of the wind."

"Shifeng fist?" Fang Wenyang's eyes were shocked, and he stared at Ye Chai with jealousy and hatred: "Unexpectedly, there are ants with wings in the ants! But even so, if I let him die, he will Have to die!"

When the words fell, Fang Wenyang looked upright and stretched out his hands and five fingers.

Whoosh whoosh!

Ten cold and exquisite daggers hovering over his palm, corresponding to each of his fingers, slowly rotating, beautiful and mysterious, but also carrying fatal danger.

The companion behind him instantly relaxed his expression: "It seems that this battle is over."

"Yes, Wen Yang uses this trick, even if it is us, we may not be able to retreat all over, let alone such an ant in Yuanwu realm."

"However, I didn't expect that, with his pride, he would use a trick against such ants."

"The other party understands the meaning of gust of wind. It should not be underestimated. It is safer and better..."

Several people were talking.

"Ambush on all sides! Go!" Fang Wenyang yelled, with ten daggers at his fingertips, and flew towards Ye in search of it.

At the same time, Fang Wenyang looked vicious and resented: "Little bastard, two fists are hard to beat four hands. I see how you can block my ten-handed sword with two fists!"

Bah!

On the stage, Ye Chai looked solemn, using the meaning of the wind, to maximize the speed, and quickly dodge the short sword.

But the short sword is very flexible, such as the gangrene attached to bone, it is difficult to avoid.

But for a while...

Puff...

Puff...

The dagger was on Ye Chaixun's body, drew blood marks...

His breath is unstable, and the wind is gradually falling...

"No! You can't just defeat like this-at least you have to beat him!"

Ye Chaixun's eyes flashed fiercely, and his mind quickly turned.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed through my mind...

"Swords! These short swords are his weakness. Putting the short sword in front of me is sending his weakness in front of me. As long as I can find the opportunity to destroy a short sword, he will definitely be the same as before. Hit hard!"