Hot Charm Master: Fourth Miss Wastewood

Chapter 470 Sect Grand Competition [16]

There are twists and turns.

The disciples who were watching all forgot to make a sound, and stared at the scene on the stage intently.

I am afraid that they will miss something while talking.

Seeing Mo Liangfeng and the others being knocked down, Su Xiaoyan's heart tightened, and she looked at them worriedly.

"Hmph, garbage is indeed garbage."

When the sarcastic words came, all the disciples of Qingwutang smiled viciously, and there was a bit of murderous intent flashing in their eyes. Thinking that they were successfully attacked by Yanwutang's garbage just now, their hearts surged. With a strong killing intent.

This group of rubbish really don't know how to live or die.

After a while, the fallen people stood up one after another. Facing the disciples of Qingwutang who suddenly became stronger, none of them had fear and fear on their faces, and none of them flinched. A group of people stood together , Continued to attack and rushed forward.

The strength of the disciples of Qingwu Hall suddenly increased by a level. In their eyes, Mo Liangfeng and his group were just ants, and they could be crushed to death every minute, but instead of killing them, they decided to hang them. beat them up.

Avoid their attacks, and then use your own attacks to hit them.

Once again, Mo Liangfeng and the others were defeated.

Only Qingfeng was a little bit better, still standing on the field, but he couldn't sneak attack at all.

Just now he was able to sneak attack them, but he took advantage of the fact that the disciples of Qingwu Hall were not at all alert, and he planned to make a quick decision, just because he was afraid that such a situation would happen, but unexpectedly he was a step too late.

The strength of the disciples of Qingwutang has improved again.

Thinking of this, Qingfeng frowned slightly, looking at Mo Liangfeng and the others who had climbed up again, an unidentified hint flashed in his eyes.

"Yo, it's still able to get up, hum, it seems that our hands are too light."

As the words fell, Qingwutang's group attacked again.

Half an hour passed.

There was still no victory, but no one made a sound. They were shocked by the game on the field, or shocked by the persistence of the Yanwutang group.

half an hour.

Mo Liangfeng and his group fell down countless times, but they still got up strong, even though they were bruised, even though their injuries were important, even though standing was a kind of torture, but they Still got up.

Get up again and again.

Even though they knew they were not the opponents of the Qingwutang group, they still went up to meet them.

Even though they knew they would still be knocked down, they didn't take a step back, not even a little timid.

Even though their bodies were bruised and exhausted, they still straightened their backs, without the slightest fear, and without the slightest thought of admitting defeat.

Seeing them getting up again and again, Su Xiaoyan felt her eyes were a little moist, and was moved by Mo Liangfeng's strength and perseverance, and her heart was more distressed. Seeing them being beaten so badly, she My heart is really too uncomfortable.

Once again, he was defeated by the disciples of Qingwu Hall.

After a while, they all lay on the field without moving, and the disciples who were watching off the field also breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the disciples of Yanwutang have reached their limit, and there is no way to get back up.

After all, no matter how strong their perseverance is, the gap in strength between the two sides is too great, and they will not last long at all.

(End of this chapter)