Chapter Eighteen Take the initiative to take the stage(1/2)
"Wu Haiyang of Gravel City, won twenty-nine people in a row!"
The monks in Pingsha City did not come to power in the end, perhaps because they had entered the inner gate, or perhaps because they did not want to use the Four Mysterious Realms to bully the Three Mysterious Realms.
Wu Haiyang looked slightly pale.
Although the power of the Royal Double Sword is great, it naturally consumes a lot of profound energy.
Of course, it's all worth it!
As long as you defeat one more person, you can enter the inner gate of the main sect. This is an honor that Gravel City has never had before!
Five more corpses were added to the ring.
He stood on the ring, his red eyes slowly scanning back and forth over the only two people left.
Su Yizhao and Shi Feichen looked at each other and straightened their waists slightly.
"Junior Brother Su, you are a gold medal law enforcer. The reputation of an undefeated gold medal law enforcer cannot be destroyed!" Shi Feichen's eyes showed an unspeakable look, "I am not sure of defeating any of these monks. If you want to enter the main sect, it is
It’s impossible! It’s up to me to fulfill him!”
Su Yizhao asked softly: "Does Senior Brother have to enter the main sect?"
"Haha, yes! I promised them, but now it seems that it can no longer be realized! I, Shi Feichen, have never made promises lightly in my life, but the monks participating this time are really too strong, haha...!"
"Which one of you can go up and admit defeat! Hurry!" Wan Gaofei urged.
Wu Haiyang slowly raised his right hand and pointed his index finger in their direction.
The two flying swords stuck tightly to his back, like poisonous snakes waiting for an opportunity to strike!
Su Yizhao raised his head resolutely.
Fifteen people died, leaving only thirty-one.
Since the senior brother has made a promise, there is no reason why he should help him.
What's more, if you want to enter the main sect, you naturally have to enter the inner gate!
He stretched out his hand to grab the senior brother who was about to fly up, tapped his right foot on the ground, and the whole person rose up from the ground.
Wu Haiyang's index finger pointed exactly at his position.
However, there was no one there.
"You are very conscious! Are you admitting defeat or something?" Wu Haiyang took back his right hand unnaturally, but his tone was very unfriendly.
Su Yizhao's expression remained unchanged and he said, "Will you allow me to admit defeat?"
Wu Haiyang's expression changed slightly, and then he laughed dryly and said: "You are indeed the gold medal law enforcer in our sect. If I don't kill you, how about you cut off your right arm and get off the stage?"
Su Yizhao clasped his hands behind his back, shook his head and said: "It turned out to be you who was arranged by the Great Elder. It's really a good plan, but this will disappoint her!"
"You are so shameless! Die!"
"Whoosh...!"
Wu Haiyang was exposed, and two rays of silver light immediately shot out.
Su Yizhao moved his hands quickly.
"Ding ding..."
A ray of white light pulled out a shadow in the air, and the tip of the sword landed on the two rays of silver light extremely quickly.
Everyone in the audience rubbed their eyes vigorously, full of disbelief.
The two of them were only four or five feet apart.
Two silver lights were lasing in parallel, but between the silver lights, there was a white light flashing back and forth.
"Ding ding...!"
The silver light gradually dispersed, revealing two silver flying swords.
"So fast? How did you do it?"
Someone in the audience exclaimed!
At a distance of four to five feet, the flying sword arrived in just a blink of an eye.
But in half a breath, the two swords were defeated.
"impossible!"
Wu Haiyang turned pale with fright, his fingers moved quickly, and the mysterious energy in his Dantian was outputted desperately.
The silver flying sword was blessed by mysterious energy, the tip of the sword twisted, and the two swords flashed away!
Su Yizhao snorted in his heart.
The Dzogchen Sword Control Technique is so fast that he can stab it more than a hundred times in one breath. Even if he separates the two swords, it will be useless.
"Ding ding ding ding..."
There was another sharp sound, and I saw the white light coming first, chasing two silver lights and hitting continuously.
The two rays of silver light scattered again and fell powerlessly.
"Whoosh!"
White light flashes.
Wu Haiyang's face was earth-colored, and his eyes looked down hard.
An extremely ordinary flying sword stopped steadily at his throat, with the tip of the sword gently touching his Adam's apple.
There was a red mark on his Adam's apple, as if blood was about to emerge.
It took only four or five breaths since Su Yizhao came to power, but the situation has turned around dramatically.
Everyone in the audience was stunned!
"You, you, why don't you admit defeat?" Wan Gaofei stamped his feet fiercely, "Inner Sect, this is the first time in the world, there is only one person left!"
Su Yizhao remained unmoved.
If Wu Haiyang was not arranged by the Great Elder, then there is nothing wrong with him.
But since it was arranged by the great elder, he would definitely not let himself enter the main sect easily, and would even use all his strength to force him out of the realm of cultivation.
He didn't want to reveal his true state.
What's more, I don't want to be targeted by those three companies before I enter the main sect.
Besides, whoever enters the inner gate does not enter?
He is also from Gravel City!
"Wu Haiyang of Gravel City is defeated! You can enter the outer gate of the main sect."
"Sure enough, hehe, he is indeed a gold medal law enforcer!" Wu Haiyang's expression gradually returned to calmness, so calm that Su Yizhao felt bad.
"Whoosh!"
Wu Haiyang flew off the stage.
Su Yizhao stood alone in the ring.
"One technique to control two swords, "Sword Controlling Technique" is perfect! This competition is still interesting! Is anyone challenging?"
The interest in the cold voice was even stronger.
""The Sword Control Technique" is perfect, no wonder!"
"The gold medal in law enforcement is indeed a well-deserved reputation!"
Everyone in the audience started talking.
Su Yizhao lowered his hands straight down, and three inches of white light quickly surrounded the five fingers of his right hand.
"Su Yizhao from Gravel City has killed some unruly fellow Taoists. Is there anyone who wants revenge?"
Even if you want to kill someone, you have to find a suitable reason.
"I'll do it!"
Before anyone arrived, the flying sword had already struck him.
Su Yizhao thought, and an ice shield appeared instantly.
"Crack!" The flying sword hit the ice shield and splashed a cloud of ice slag.
"Whoosh!" The white light flashed away.
"Pfft!"
"Bang!"
In the blink of an eye, a figure fell under the ring.
A stream of blood spurted out from his throat.
"Ice Shield Technique Dzogchen? Haha, boy, Taoism and Taoism, there is Tao first and then there is technique. If you don't cultivate the realm, you only practice spells, you have gone astray! Next!"
To be continued...