Chapter 1493: Three strokes

Chapter 1493: Three strokes

After almost one day, the quarter-finals were confirmed and the next round of matches was confirmed.

In the upper half, Ling Han is on Hong Ma, and Long Xiangyue is straight. In the lower half, the ancient road is a pair of purple Chen Feng, Cheng Xiaofan is right.

Four games were held simultaneously.

"Ling brother!" Hong Ma was a white linen, and his hands were a dusty, very elegant. He leaned toward Ling Han's slightly jaw, not showing anger, as if he was a person who had the glory.

Ling Han nodded, arched: "Hong brother."

"There are only three moves in the next. If Lingxiong can pick it up, then turn around and leave." Hong Mazheng said, "If Ling Brother can't take it."

"I also turned and left." Ling Han smiled.

"A word is fixed." Hong Ma nodded.

The top kings like them can play for ten days and a half, or even ten or twenty years. But now it is limited to three strokes, it must be extremely dangerous.

Because the next battle will become more and more difficult, the sooner the battle ends, the better, and the price paid is naturally as small as possible.

The three moves may not be a victory or a loss, but only a strength and a weakness, but it is enough to see the final direction.

Hong Ma swept away the dust, and there was a word in his mouth. A white stone statue suddenly appeared behind him. He was only three feet high, and his body was full of life.

Since the three strokes are stipulated, then these three moves must be all big moves. You can have enough time to save. Otherwise, who will have such a long time to prepare when fighting?

Ling Hanyun is light and windy. His body is terrible, and his body is engraved with killing. He can burst at any time. He does not need to be prepared.

He observes Hongma, and all the world can learn from it. He has ambitions to integrate all the rules into the Thunder swordsmanship, so that he can stand out in the fairyland, even in the unparalleled.

Hey, a terrible momentum, the white stone statue behind Hongma suddenly blinked. Suddenly, the momentum surged hundreds of times. It seemed like a saint came in person, Kakaka, shuddering, and there was a crack in the bottom. I can't bear this kind of momentum at all.

Even if a layer of ban can be used to sense the horrible atmosphere, everyone is shocked, and the atmosphere of this kind of atmosphere can not be easily reached.

"The sage of the saints!"

"The goods are genuine, this is the pressure of the saints."

"A thought can destroy mountains and rivers and cover the sea."

"Why can it appear in a Gangesian environment unless he uses the sacramental decree. But there is a rule that only the saint's decree can't be used in the game, and the second one has not seen him come out."

Everyone is puzzled, which is beyond the scope of their understanding.

Ling Han is also frowning. If Hong Ma can really summon a saint, then he certainly has no chance of winning. But if the other party is really so fierce, would it be forced to climb the dog hole?

Fortunately, only him and the chaotic star empress, nine demon three.

This should be a flower shelf, just like a sage.

Ling Han’s heart was firm, his foot was bombing, and he took the initiative to kill.

This can make everyone see what it is, what the guy's brain is doing, and dare to take the initiative to attack a "sage", you really don't take the saint seriously.

Ling Han killed, Hong Ma snorted, raised his hand and pointed, the stone statue behind him was also a finger, suddenly, a beam of light hit the past with Ling Han, the prestige is filled, it is the king, how is it, 10% of the force I have to go to three or four.

Ling Han laughed and laughed. If the opponent really has the power of saints, then one thought can suppress himself. Why bother?

He promoted Tianwei and confronted Shengwei.

Is the sage too big?

Obviously no.

Tianwei was pervasive, and St. Weidun was suppressed, but he was only bounced out of the cold two or three feet away, like Wang Hai. After all, the realm of Ling Han is not enough, and it can only shake the Shengwei, not affecting itself, but it will not be able to do it in turn.

It doesn't matter, he is strong, not Tianwei!

war!

Ling Han rushed to the double fist and waved, Jianqi was like a collapse.

Hong Ma could not help but reveal the color of the sage. It is his big move to summon the sage of the saint. Under the influence of the sage of the saint, which one should not be repaired and the strength plunged?

But the other side's Tianwei is so powerful, even Shengwei can block it.

It is worthy of being the top king. It was not a fluke in the Shenyuan Valley.

He fought back, banged, and exchanged a trick.

Both of them are violent and stand still.

"Who has the upper hand?"

"Can't see it!"

"Look, Hong Ma's hand!"

Everyone looked at it and saw that a drop of blood was condensing on the hand of Hong Ma, but it never fell.

In this attack, Hong Ma was injured, although the injury was not heavy.

Hong Marong is awe-inspiring, said: "The second move!" He extended his right hand, the whole hand became like white jade, even transparent, you can clearly see that there are stars in the shining, a galaxy running through, momentum amazing.

The sage is still there, this is a superposition of two tricks.

Ling Han calms still, waiting for the other party to complete.

"Kill!" This time, it was replaced by Hongma, and he took a shot. He called, and Baiyu palm turned into a star, descending from the sky, and it was necessary to suppress Ling Hansheng with great momentum.

Ling Han finger, the sword is like a fly.

How terrible the Thunder swordsmanship, the planet of the town was suddenly broken by the sword.

Hong Ma is sneer, his big tricks are so easy to resolve?

The bang, the broken star turned into countless pieces of meteorites, still smashed in the past, and the power did not decrease.

Look!

Hongma is very confident, and his right hand is pressing, pushing the broken star to accelerate the town to Linghan. But only for a moment, he showed the color of surprise, because the broken star is actually disintegrating!

It is not the collapse of the broken rock, but the fundamental disintegration, decaying, graying, and no more power.

boom!

One palm pressed down, just raised the dust of the sky, but even a cold hair did not hurt.

High judgment.

Before the main cold, Hongma was injured in the hand, and replaced with Hongma shot, Ling Han is nothing.

There is still a trick, if it is still equally divided, then Hong Ma can only admit defeat.

Hong Ma is incomparably awe-inspiring. He didn't expect the second move to really suppress the cold. But when he wanted to come, even if Ling Han could resolve it, he would have to be too busy, but Ling Han was too calm.

You must use the real trick, otherwise he will not be able to break through the cold.

He will shake the dust, hey, there is actually a **** pattern bloom on the dust, it turned out to be a treasure!

Quasi-Holy!

Although Hongma is only a Gangesian environment, it is impossible to maximize the power of the quasi-sacred device, but it can also exert the power of the peak of the Ganges River. This is not enough to suppress a small pole. He really does not believe it.

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