Chapter 6458 Is so Pulling the Wind 8

She looked downstairs proudly.

His eyes were full of contempt.

"In the dignified arena, can't I find a person who can fight against me?"

"Insanity!"

The powerhouses who were originally standing below and wanted to wait and see.

At this time they were angry.

Bingyue Palace is a large sect that has accumulated for thousands of years.

There is a dragon and a crouching tiger hidden in the door.

There are many disciples who concentrate on cultivation, but they are usually not well-known.

However, they all have their own unique secret skills.

It is absolutely beyond what a human being can handle.

At this time, they all felt the contempt in Ye Qingli's eyes.

As a senior disciple.

To be despised by a newcomer.

"I come!"

A disciple quickly jumped onto the ring!

Then, without saying a word, he released the magic weapon.

Attacking Ye Qingli.

"Spiritual attack!"

Ye Qingli opened her eyes!

His eyes stared at him like electricity.

"Ahhh-"

That man's magic weapon has not yet been issued.

Then, in his mind, it was like being pricked by a needle.

It exploded quickly.

Covering his head, he quickly fell to the ground.

Another spike!

This is simply an unrestricted, indiscriminate attack!

Ye Qingli's winning streak was as unstoppable as it was destructive.

Combining powerful techniques and martial arts, she was already a super class invincible existence.

Now, she added a mental attack.

There was hardly any flaw in her body.

The same fighting skills were constantly reflected in her.

Mental strength?

Then, use magic.

Powerful?

Good, I have Couture.

Fifty-five straight victories...

Sixty consecutive victories...

Ye Qingli's fighting speed gradually slowed down.

However, the opponents in front of her also fell one by one.

Now, she is like a mechanical fighting machine.

Everyone held their breath at this time.

Silently counting for her.

"Seventy, seventy-one, seventy-two..."

Their voices all began to tremble.

It's like witnessing the birth of a miracle.

One after another, the powerhouses went up to challenge one after another.

However, none of them blocked Ye Qingli in the slightest.

No matter how powerful they are.

However, Ye Qingli was still like an irresistible chariot.

Roll forward.

"eighty!"

All of them spit out such a number.

And Ye Qingli, at this time, also picked up one of her opponents to the stage.

"when!"

A broken weapon was swept off the stage.

Ye Qingli held down Tian Zhu, who had rolled the blade.

He let out a long breath.

At this time, she also began to feel a little weak.

You know, after fifty wins.

The opponent she faced was no longer as simple as before.

Those disciples were all inspired by her to be competitive.

One by one came to the stage and began to challenge her.

During these battles, Ye Qingli's vigor was consumed a lot.

After all, she has not been promoted to the middle-level king.

Her spiritual power is not that strong yet.

Thirty powerful opponents.

Take turns fighting.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still room for support in her body.

Even the Iron Man has already fallen.

However, even so.

Beads of sweat were already dripping from her forehead.

can be clearly seen.

Her body shook a little.

A look of worry flashed across Jun Aohan's eyes.