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As soon as he finished speaking, he really spit out a mouthful of water. Linghu Qingfeng didn't expect that this guy was really so disgusting. His chest hit the target, and he was so disgusting.

Jiang Fei looked on the screen and said that this guy was really harmful. Seeing Linghu Qingfeng like that, he wanted to swallow him alive.

"I must kill you!" Linghu Qingfeng was originally a person with a cleanliness obsessed with it. After all, he was perverted. Seeing his clothes being insulted so much, he was already irritable. He was so angry that he smoked his orifices, his cheeks kept twitching, and his head felt smokey.

"Come on, I'm waiting for you." Zhao Xianglong said disdainfully.

Dangdangdang!

The ringtone of the game rang, and Linghu Qingfeng jumped directly into the air, and the long sword drew a strange arc, accompanied by dazzling light, stabbed Zhao Xianglong straight towards him.

"Qingfeng, hit the yellow dragon!"

The sword was as powerful as a bamboo shoot, accompanied by dazzling silver light and the sharp sound of breaking through the air, aiming at Zhao Xianglong's face. To be precise, it should be his lips. It seemed that he really wanted to cut off his opponent's tongue.

"You think you are playing bed games."

Zhao Xianglong's words almost made Linghu Qingfeng irritated. His sword was like a dragon, making people unable to see clearly where he was aiming.

"I mean little." Zhao Xianglong narrowed his eyes, raised his stick tip, and shouted: "Dragon Subduing Golden Thunder."

Only the sound of metal collision was heard, and a sound like a dragon roar came from the tip of the stick, with a slight lightning. It seemed that Zhao Xianglong was preparing to give Linghu Qingfeng a perm meal.

As soon as he contacted him, Linghu Qingfeng noticed something was wrong. The power of thunder had just arrived. He quickly withdrew his sword, but it was still a minute late, and his head had already exploded, like a chicken coop.

"How is it, do you still want to come?" Zhao Xianglong closed his stick and looked proudly at Linghu Qingfeng opposite him, with a look of arrogance.

Linghu Qingfeng's face changed slightly, and the long sword swung out again. This time, he did not choose to contact Zhao Xianglong at close range, but instead swept out extremely sharp sword energy.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

With the sword energy surging, Zhao Xianglong waved his thunder and fire sticks with both hands to resist the sword energy.

Linghu Qingfeng saw that this move was useful, and he kept waving with one hand, and the sword flowers shot out everywhere, sweeping like Zhao Xianglong in all directions.

"Your sister, you think you are playing games and you can only attack remotely, look at me."

Zhao Xianglong was passively beaten and couldn't help it. After sweeping the sword energy of the Mingyue Sword, he waved his hands and the thunder and fire stick began to spin wildly, bringing waves of whirlwinds, mixed with the power of thunder and fire.

"I've brought you the Royal Top Perm Package."

The thunder and fire stick poked forward, and an extremely arrogant hurricane blew by, just like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, blowing Linghu Qingfeng's clothes all over his body. The huge fire illuminated the arena, like a dazzling star.

Linghu Qingfeng waved his sword to block it, but Jiang Fei was afraid of Zhao Xianglong's move, so he could not block it.

In an instant, the clothes or flames ignite, and the head was burned by fire. After the electric current passed, the whole person looked like a ragged beggar.

Linghu Qingfeng exhaled turbid air at the mouth, staring at Zhao Xianglong with resentment, and his hands began to tremble a little.

"You, you, you..." The guy was already stuttering a little. He seemed to be so angry that he moved forward with his sword, and the sword body was actually covered with black shadows.

"You are not good at speaking. No wonder your family said that you were stuttering since childhood. You can't speak even though you were seven years old, you still wet the bed at the age of eight, and you still breastfeed at the age of nine. What's the point of your life? There are so many people who die every day, why don't he kill you one of you!"

Zhao Xianglong was sarcastic again, and this really made Linghu Qingfeng angry. He blew endless anger in his eyes, and he shouted, "I'm fighting with you, your mother, you can't speak at the age of seven, and you're still wetting the bed at the age of eight..."

Jiang Fei looked at it and felt so happy. Zhao Xianglong's mouth was so straightforward that he was just trying to make people angry.

Linghu Qingfeng's long sword moved forward, and he jumped into the air. He roared again, "Qingfeng, fallen sword!"

In an instant, the entire arena seemed to be shrouded by Haoyue again. Last time Yan Yun was defeated by his move.

Zhao Xianglong looked at Linghu Qingfeng who jumped up like a monkey, reached out and pulled into his arms, and cursed: "Jumping so high, why don't you go to do acrobatics?"

As he said that, the boy took his hand into his arms, took out a black bead, aimed at Linghu Qingfeng and smashed it over: "Eat me a black ball!"

He said the Soul-Suppressing Pearl was a black ball. If Fan Baye heard it, he would probably be pulled directly into Yinlushi to hit the board.

Whoosh!

The Soul-Suppressing Pearl rushed into the air with the violent evil force. Linghu Qingfeng didn't know what this was, and the sword light swept directly towards it and ran into the Soul-Suppressing Pearl.

Bang!

In an instant, Linghu Qingfeng felt dizzy and his whole body was wrapped in the evil spirit of the soul-suppressing beads. His soul was instantly moved, moving more than three inches away.

Don’t underestimate this small three-inch. If the soul shifts, your body will no longer be controlled by Linghu Qingfeng. There will be no more force in the air. It will fall like a broken-winged bird and hit the ring with a bang.

Zhao Xianglong slowly picked up the soul-suppressing bead like an old man. Seeing Linghu Qingfeng twitching his hands and feet, his eyes rolling upwards, and foaming at his mouth, he couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, Linghu Qingfeng's soul was moving into his body inch by inch. Zhao Xianglong saw the opportunity, took the thunder and fire stick and hit him on his head with a bang. This guy was already unconscious and could not stop him at all, so he was beaten up.

"Let you bully my brother, and see if I won't knock you to death."

After a few strokes, this guy was really merciless in his attack. He knocked Linghu Qingfeng directly and bloodied. Looking at the strength of his attack, he wanted to knock this kid at a stupid rhythm.

The referee saw something wrong on the side. Linghu Qingfeng had lost his combat power. If he continued to fight, it would be a matter of life. He quickly said something to stop him and then began to count down.

"Ten...nine...eight...seven...six...five..."

After all, Lei Bao and Luo Wei are two great gods. He is a little fat and can't afford to offend him. It's better not to offend both sides.
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