The seventh sister of crossing the immortals is a bit fierce

Chapter 185

The audience shouted loudly, and the atmosphere was warm. On the stage, the black tower bear smiled, and his voice sounded like Hong Zhong: "Junior Brother Xia, you can hit me first, I am strong, I am afraid that once I make a move, you will fly!"

Who says honest people don't get angry?

Whose family is this bear boy?Hurry up and take it away, it's so annoying!
The corner of Xia Qi's mouth started to twitch with anger, the good boy Xia Qi put his left hand on the hilt of his sword, steady, as steady as a rock, and remained motionless.

Be still like a virgin, move like a rabbit.Xia Qi knew this truth for many years before he even started practicing swordsmanship!The martial arts novels in the previous life are not for nothing!

"Junior Brother Xia, come and attack quickly! I, Xiong Da, is in a hurry. If you don't fight first, I, Xiong Dake, will attack!" Heita Xiong Da said with a grin, while exerting all his strength with his arms, he hit with his left oar. Hitting the right oar, "clang, clang, clang" made a piercing sound of metal clashing.

Provocation, this is definitely a naked provocation!
Xia Qi's face was cold, and he still maintained his sword-drawing gesture, but his aura and coercion continued to rise steadily, steadily, extremely steadily, and he gradually showed it.

"Hey! Then I, Xiong Da, will not be polite!" The black tower man roared, and rushed over with both hands on the oars, his feet on the ground making a "boom, boom, boom" sound, even the disciples with keen senses could Feel the ground shaking.

It's too late, it's too soon.

In the blink of an eye, Heita Xiongda was already in front of Xia Qi, with his left hand paddle on top, and hit him on the head.The heavy oar made of refined iron whizzed and hit Xia Qi's head.

The heavy oars were approaching, but Xia Qi did not hide.

The situation is critical and dangerous!

"Ah!" Many young girls in the audience covered their mouths and closed their eyes involuntarily, for fear of seeing the blood-splattered five steps of the jade-faced young man.The young monks were all excited, and they all raised their arms and shouted: "Xiong Da, come on! Slap him! Slap him hard!"

The style of the previous martial arts competitions was not right, and admitting defeat has become the main theme. Is this okay?
Competing on the stage, the atmosphere off the field suddenly became lively.

The dead second ancestor shouted louder than anyone else: "Master's seventh brother, invincible! Domineering and mighty!"

Sincerely can't stay by the side of the dead cousin, Wen Qingqing took the opportunity to eat her cousin Yichen's tofu, dragged handsome Du to hide, and whispered: "Cousin, let's stay away from him. I really can't stay with Erhuo!"

The iron slurry is in the middle!

wrong!

Heita Xiongda seems to be rude and reckless, and his IQ is not high, but he is not really stupid, he just looks simple and dull.The iron oar didn't feel like it hit something real at all. This blow, he was full of confidence and exerted all his strength. The force was so great that Xiong Da couldn't control it, and his body rushed forward due to inertia.

"Hey!" Xiong Daqiang used his own strength, poked the iron slurry on the ground, stiffly stabilized his body, and glanced behind him from the corner of his eye.

Chong Xiao Xia Qi, with her left hand on the hilt, her posture unchanged, but her position changed, appeared not far behind Xiong Da.

"Is that all you have?" The black-clothed swordsman lowered his eyebrows. Anyway, he couldn't see the opponent's eyes, couldn't catch the opponent's eyes.

In the sword-drawing pose, a sword strike was startled, and before anyone could see clearly, Xia Qi had already put the sword back into its sheath, with his body straight.

Xia Qi's person is cold, his voice is cold, his sword is even colder, and the coldness is overflowing.Tiny icicles floated around the two opponents, turning into a light mist.

With one sword strike, Heita Xiong became an ice sculpture, maintaining the posture of supporting the ground with iron slurry with one hand, and sweeping backward with the other raised high.

"I'll wait for you for three breaths." Xia Qi said coldly, still in the gesture of drawing a sword, with lowered eyelids, and spit out the word "one".

"two."

Cracks appeared on Heita Xiongda's face that had been frozen into an ice sculpture, and there was a "crack, click" sound. Xia Qi seemed to expect everything, and said lightly: "Three."

Before he finished speaking, Heita Xiong shook his body, broke through the ice, stomped his feet, shook off the ice debris from his clothes, and snored again.

(End of this chapter)