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Yi 23 sat down on the ground. The blue colored true energy rushed from the tip of the bamboo cane to his handshake. This ordinary bamboo became much more exquisite and transparent, and was extremely beautiful.

Cang Fifteen stood in front of him. The wooden sword moved with the wind, and the grey Qi made the wooden sword seem strange and unpredictable.

The two were about to start fighting, and Chang Lou couldn't help but open her eyes wide. There was no way she could miss the confrontation between these two. Previously, the reason Chang Lou had been able to defeat an opponent with a higher cultivation level was all because of two things. First, his two lifetimes of battle experience, these geniuses were all very talented, after all, they had only fought a few battles, and their martial arts could not be compared to their past lives, and they only practiced a few moves. Second, his Immortal Execution Archipelago and his own understanding of the way of the sword, after all, had a higher starting point, so his understanding of the way of the sword was much higher than others.

Even though their comprehension level was higher than his own, but their Zhen Qi was still much stronger than his. In addition to the fact that they had a prominent family and a mysterious background, he did not have any advantage in front of them. He could only hope that they would become dead meat and take advantage of him.

"Forget it!" Forget it! If you want to fight, fight! " Chang Lou closed her eyes.

Boom! * A huge explosion rang out as the air waves were sent flying in all directions. The attack was very fierce, and a piece of bamboo was sent flying in front of the house.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the bamboo chips. It was a bit bone-chilling cold. Chang Lou couldn't help but feel the pressure increase again. B 23's Zhen Qi was not simple at all.

The Zhen Qi of B 23 was indeed not simple, this point Cang Fifteen had experienced for a long time. As soon as his wooden sword came into contact with the bamboo staff, he felt the surging waves and the thin air of rivers and waterfalls. The tremendous force made it hard for him to resist for a while. After slowly adapting, the surging waves on the cane suddenly turned into a stream of cold water, a glacier. The bone chilling cold caused him to shiver from the depths of his soul to every single pore. If not for the strong withering power of his dead grey true qi, he would have probably been lying below the platform by now.

The strong grey Qi left the bamboo cane that had accompanied him for so many years with only a small piece left. B 23 sat on the ground like a child and was on the verge of tears.

Cang Fifteen was a hero, and did not take the opportunity to attack the seemingly defenseless B 23. Instead, he stood quietly at the side, watching the heartbroken B 23 think about how to compensate him.

"What are you crying for!?" A man, cry like a woman, take it! " Chang Lou threw a blue Icebone short rod to Yi 23. This was a collection by Mei Dong and should be a little old. It looked like a blue bamboo stick.

"I'll provide you with a weapon, but you have to do your best!"

B Two Three did not know anything about Chang Lou's plan. He grabbed the short blue stick and swung it with ease. After standing up, he measured its height and found it to be almost as high as his own. She almost jumped off the stage and hugged Chang Lou as she thanked him.

"So generous!" It seems that you really want to win, but I will give you a surprise! " Cang Fifteen, who was in the midst of the battle, had seen it even more clearly than the audience outside. He could feel the urgent desire of Chang Lou to be number one on the No.7 battle stage.

"Be careful!"

After calling out, he put away the stick he had just received and rushed forward with his two palms glowing with a blue light.

"Good!" "Come at me!"

Cang Fifteen did not have any fear and directly rushed forward to meet it. The grey and misty dead grey true energy violently chopped down. The sword wind was bleak and desolate, and people felt as if they could feel their lives slowly slipping away from them.

The palm wind was like a wave, each wave higher than the last as it pressed down towards Cang Fifteen. Under the waves of this palm wind, anyone would become as minuscule as droplets of sand.

Cang Fifteen was an exception. He controlled death with his sword. In front of death, everything and everyone was small and insignificant, to the point that they could only submit.

After breaking through the waves, Cang Fifteen, like an arrow released from a bow, passed through the water curtain and arrived in front of B 23.

During the battle, B 23 was terrifyingly calm. He did not panic at all as he directly pushed out with his left palm.

An iceberg struck Cang Fifteen and he was sent flying. However, his sword had pierced through B 23's chest.

Under the corrosion of the dead Ash energy, B 23's face turned deathly gray and he forced himself down the platform. He had lost.

As B 23 stepped down from the stage, the waves that had been cut in half behind Cang Fifteen disappeared as soon as they turned into ice. That fellow had held back, even though he had also held back a bit.

"With this skill, B, B, and C will definitely be first in this Martial Meet!" With that one sword attack, Cang Fifteen would definitely be able to challenge the Cauldron's Martial Meet! Then, why should I? "

After witnessing the showdown between B, B, B, and B with Cang Fifteen, Chang Lou couldn't help but mutter to himself. He couldn't help but compare the two of them and think about what he should rely on. Who knew if there would be even more B 23 and even more Cang 15. Perhaps Zhu Yu Xiao had already become B 23 and Cang 15 under the royal family's meticulous nurturing. Then, what right did he have to fight against Cang Fifteen and B 23?

Time slipped away as Chang Lou pondered. This crucial battle quietly began.

After the bell rang, Chang Lou went up onto the stage. Cang Fifteen did not come down, and just took a pill to meditate on the stage. When he went upstairs, he stood up.

"I never thought that we would still be standing here. I thought that black guy was going to kill me! "Bro, hurry up and think about it. How are we going to play?"

Cang Fifteen said in a familiar tone, as if he was very familiar with Chang Lou, and he was even more intimate than a good friend he hadn't seen for many years.

After doubting the relationship between them, Chang Lou smiled and said, "There's no need to fight to the death. Let's find a more friendly way to play!"

"Do I know you well?"

Cang Fifteen asked with a straight face.

A dark cloud hung over Chang Lou's head. He was really convinced of this person's strength. If he hadn't said that he would settle the matter amicably and peacefully, he would have asked himself how he would have resolved it so simply.

After a moment of consideration, Cang Fifteen suddenly suggested, "Let's compete seriously!"

"Am I familiar with you? "Furthermore, you dare to compete seriously? You make it sound as though you and I have not competed seriously in the past few rounds!" Having expressed his dissatisfaction in his heart, Chang Lou straightened his back and looked at Cang Fifteen. "Why don't you steamed buns and fight for breath?" Let's fight!

"Fight!"

Hearing the majestic and powerful roar of the Chang Residence, Cang Fifteen suddenly broke out into a brilliant smile.

"That!" "Then we will fight a battle without swords or spears!"

"You don't need swords? This guy's family is not simple. He must have learned a whole basket of leg, palm, fist, and finger techniques, and I only learned half of the Unparalleled Palm . It's too much of a loss, and I can't agree to that! " After some thought, Chang Lou rejected the idea. "No!"

As the gray colored zhenqi gushed out, a few lines of frames appeared in the sky. Almost everyone who saw it was confused.

Chang Lou thought quickly before she suddenly thought of something. She was alarmed. "Could it be that this guy is even more powerful than that?"