"Look, it's Zhang Mou!"

"I must beat him to win this time!"

"After let's go, his odds have never been very high, especially after winning Lou Zhuang, it is extremely unstable. It is said that the closing time of the market this time was half earlier than that of the others!"

On the ring

A young man holding an ordinary wooden scabbard was waiting quietly, and there was no panic on his face, only peace.

As Zhang San slowly entered the ring, he regained his dispersed gaze on him: "Are you here? End it early, this noisy environment is a torture for me."

"This person is so strong!"

Zhang San's first reaction was to frown slightly: "Nin Ying? Why can't you feel any breath? It seems like an ordinary person."

‘He is not a cultivator, he...who is walking in the flesh to become a saint! Practice...’

Fina's words surprised Zhang San. This was the first time he saw the existence of physical cultivation. The wooden scabbard slowly moved in his hands.

"Are you ready to lose?"

"This man is so arrogant! Does anyone know who he is?!"

"There is no information about him, he should be new, according to the records, this is his first competition."

Zhang San was a little palpitations, and Wuhen in his hand was also shaking slightly: "What's going on? I'm afraid of him?"

"Boy Sixian, be careful!" Lu Ziqi was a little solemn: "The sword in his hand is not simple! I can vaguely feel the breath of the real sword spirit on it!"

"What?!"

The sword slowly unsheathed

However, the young man's sword was even more miserable than Zhang San's Wuhen. Apart from a little bit of the sword body, only the hilt was intact.

"Hahaha... I think I am a peerless genius who cannot escape the world. I didn't expect it to be a weapon that is even worse than Zhang Mou!" Some people sneered, some people watched coldly and laughed, as if this ridicule could satisfy them.

Only a very small number of people stared at the broken sword in the boy's hand in confusion: "It's not a more evil existence than Zhang Mou, is it? Do experts like to pretend to be shabby these days?"

Zhang San on the stage did not mean to be contempt at all. He clasped his fists and saluted slightly: "I am Zhang Mou, the sword name is Wuhen."

This action surprised the young man and then he calmed down again: "Wu Yuxing, Jian Ming is here to win the title. Can you start?"

The mottled and copper rust-filled bronze sword slowly unsheathed. Zhang Sanyi held the sword in his hand and held the sheath in his hand and hunched over: "Of course!"

'boom!'

The half-parted sword grid and Wuhen collided fiercely, splashing sparks, their eyes looking at each other and their hands constantly exerting force were constantly weighing each other.

The two of them retreated tacitly, and Wu Yuxing turned to the top and said, "You are very good, and the weapons in your hands are also interesting."

“Each one another.”

A large number of iron filings in the sky continued to condense at the break of the throne. Soon, a throne filled with a large number of cracks and broken throne appeared in front of everyone.

"What is this ability?"

"He has used Jinxing's power very skillfully. It seems that this broken sword is quite big." Lu Ziqi still said calmly, but his eyes were full of curiosity.

"It's too early to expose Wuhen and Xuanhen. If you really can't beat him, you can only admit defeat." Zhang San was not unable to accept failure, but could not accept meaningless failure.

"Since that's the case, I'll be more serious."

'Bang'

The sky is full of dark flames

Blooming on this battlefield, the dark flames gradually covered Wuhen. The two of them intertwined again.

The violent and cold Li Yan wanted to spread along the junction several times, but was shattered by a mysterious force.

A large number of tiny black palms frequently rose on the ground like a ghost breaking free from hell.

Wu Yuxing tried to jump into the air with a sword, but Zhang San caught the opportunity and blocked the retreat.

Just as Zhang San was about to increase his efforts to make the rampant liyan stronger, Wu Yuxing curled up his lips: "You're fooled!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of tiny iron filings rushed towards Zhang San like sharp blades, and Zhang San, who was so close, had no time to dodge.

"No, did Zhang Mou just capsized in the gutter like this? It's unreasonable. After all, he wouldn't be so reckless in the previous competition."

"Damn it, if he loses labor and capital, he will have to go and drink the Northwest Wind."

"Isn't I going to go back to the liberation overnight now, right?"

Most people are paying attention to this competition, and Chen Zhiwen even clenched his fists nervously.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated, and Zhang San stood there in panting. The dark armor on his body dissipated with the wind, and the tiny flames blew away.

"It's so dangerous, I almost got you... Huh..."

Although he is now very good at gathering weapons, he is still a bit difficult for more advanced armor.

In addition, it was an armor condensed instantly, so it consumed a sharp amount of his internal strength. Fortunately, his internal strength was four times that of an ordinary person. Otherwise, this sudden formula alone would be enough to consume his internal strength!

"That's great, Zhang Mou is fine!"

"You must win. Whether you can turn it over depends on you!"

"It's interesting, it can actually condense the armor. Check the way this person comes from!" All kinds of people on the field were paying attention to the event.

The iron filings on the field were still floating in the air, and the entire arena was already beyond recognition. A large number of iron filings continued to condense towards Wu Yuxing, and then a pair of silver armor slowly covered him.

Carrying mechanical wings, he swooped towards Zhang San with his hands. The iron filings that were not applied along the road were automatically condensed together to form sharp blades and quickly fell down.

"It's interesting. He can actually condense armor. Lu Bo, don't you tell me that Jinxing can condense all kinds of shapes as well as ice attributes, right?"

"All elements with entities are really easier to form than other elements without entities."

The dark Li Yan gradually turned into a huge skeleton, and the skeleton was covered with flames. It quickly wrapped Zhang San in it like an indestructible bunker.

The violent explosion once again raised strong smoke, and Zhang San quickly approached Wu Yuxing while the fog was trapping the two of them.

"The sword in your hand also has a weapon spirit, but it doesn't seem to be a real weapon spirit. Why can such an existence exist?" Wu Yuxing seemed to murmur and asked in a low voice.

Zhang San did not answer his question, but a hint of ruthlessness flashed: "It's my turn, right?"

‘Tear’

The surface of the ring instantly raised, and a large amount of metal suddenly broke out of the ground, but this time Zhang San was not fooled.

The dense chains of lying flames near the metal thorns are tightly wrapped around the metal thorns, making them unable to move.

'boom'

The majestic flames suddenly burst out, and the surging cold flames penetrated the protective cover and affected the surrounding melon-eating crowd.

“How do you feel

I feel a bit cold and harsh? There is a special barrier here? How is that possible?"

"Why do you feel that the soul is trembling? This is unscientific!"

Unexpectedly, Wu Yuxing did not hesitate at all. He brushed his left hand across the sword and shouted: "Separate me!"

The armor on his body suddenly turned into a thick shield and bounced him up. Wu Yuxing stood firmly on the top of the tripod and stood in the air.

"Oh my God! What did I see?"

"Sword-controlling technique? Is it true or false?"

The dark Li Yan corroded the shield without any effort, but Zhang San looked up at Wu Yuxing: "How long do you want to last in this posture? I think you can't last long for the weapon's gravity through metal, right?"

"I'd better beat you!"

"Is that right? I want to see how you defeat me."

‘Squeak’

With a few rat cries, a mouse with a size of a palm and a golden light shining all over her body came into Zhang San's eyes.

"What's this?"

‘The Golden Source Rat is an extremely special existence, without the ability to fight, and its existence is also extremely special. It feeds on metal and can forcibly deprive the gold element from any element.’

"If I heard these words before I fought him, I might be a little happy. After all, who doesn't want a free victory?

But after seeing his methods, I didn't think so anymore. You said he didn't have the ability to fight, so what were his? Fireworks?"

‘The Golden Source Rat Dharma Phase cannot give you the ability to control fire like your Yinglong Dharma Phase. The holder of the Golden Source Rat Dharma Phase can only forcefully control the surrounding gold elements through his own internal force to achieve the desired purpose.

In other words, although he looks strong now, his internal energy consumption is more than twice that of yours. This situation will only get slightly better after he is promoted to the Yuanying Purple Palace.

Otherwise, as long as the person fighting him survives his three axes, it is safe to win. If you don’t believe it, please pay attention to his condition. At this time, he is close to his limit."

Wu Yuxing, on the edge of the ring, was breathing heavily, and the iron filings around him seemed to be floating vaguely, which made Zhang San feel relieved.

After Wu Yuxing recovered his strength, he held high and shouted: "This is my last move! Do you do this blow?!"

The originally clear sky suddenly became extremely dark, and the rolling thunder fell instantly. The people around had already stopped breathing. They opened their eyes wide for fear of missing a trace of detail.

The bright blue thunder did not make Zhang San feel afraid, but instead made him feel intimate. He did not even intend to use the Kirin spell to evade this attack.

‘Boom!’

white

The unscrupulous white gradually disappeared in everyone's eyes. Zhang San on the field was not hurt except for the burnt smell of his clothes!

"Oh my God, it's incredible! How did he do it?"

"It was actually unscathed under the baptism of thunder. Looking at the past and present, there are not many people in the long river of history who dared to take thunder so head-on!"

"I want to know more about how he did it."

"Did no one care how Wu Yuxing created the thunder as thick as a bucket just now and accurately hit Zhang Mou?"

"Probably the wound cut by the iron filings contains Wu Yuxing's tiny internal force. It is through such a lightning rod that can accomplish this terrifying attack!"
Chapter completed!