Chapter 112 The Little Competition Part Five: The Prestige of Relic
The bright sun is in the sky, and the blazing sun in the world of immortality is more domineering and vicious than the sun on the earth. When it shines on the monks' bodies, it is like a dagger cutting flesh, making people feel faint pain. If it weren't for these monks, their bodies are much stronger than ordinary people. It would definitely
It will be damaged by the light.
In the Luoxia Palace Square, thousands of disciples are paying close attention to this round of competition. Only when they enter the top fifty, the competition really takes on the flavor of a master's battle.
After several loud rumblings, on the left and right sides of the arena, Wanbao and Huben each had another fight with their opponents.
Half an hour passed, and they still couldn't decide the winner. Gu Baiyi, who was on the middle stage, used a high-level and low-grade Phoenix Feather Sword. Within seven or eight rounds, he defeated an eight-year-old Qi Refiner.
The first-level players then sat cross-legged in the middle of the ring, watching the fights on the left and right with relaxed expressions, with a hint of disdain in their eyes from time to time.
Wanbao licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and felt a little more fear in his heart. He had no time to look at the situation of Huben on the far right. Just now, Fu Jian's magic sword had scratched the diamond protective talisman in front of him, which was so embarrassing for him.
A blood mark was drawn on the skin. As long as he moved forward a few inches, it would stab his Dantian. The distance of one inch was already within a hair's breadth in the monk's fight. The monk's body was very small compared to the magic weapon.
He is so fragile. With the strength of his body, how can he withstand a blow from a mid-level magic sword?
The small silver sword in front of Wan Bao spun rapidly, wrapping his entire body airtight. This bloodthirsty sword, ranked among the top-level mid-level swords, was captured by Tianjiu when he killed Shen Shaocheng, because both Shen Shaocheng and his master had been killed.
Labeled Huachen as a traitor, Tianjiu gave this mini sword to Wanbao. Even on the VIP table, no one could tell that this magical sword was originally made by an inner disciple.
Fu Jian calmed down, smiled at Wan Bao, and recalled his Flowing Water Sword.
Flowing Water Sword, a middle-level low-grade one, is two levels lower than the opponent. However, with his abundant spiritual power and experienced spells, the opponent has already found many flaws and is in a hurry. If it weren't for that small silver sword, it is extremely strong and changeable.
Unexpectedly, he had already knocked the opponent off the ring.
"Quick!" Fu Jian raised his hand and tapped it again. The Water Sword beeped and turned into a water shadow, flying in the air. Wherever it passed, the water aura was wiped out. At the same time, the protective water curtain in front of Fu Jian
It becomes thicker and thicker.
"Hehe! Junior Brother Wan, surrender! Stop struggling! You are not as deep as me in spiritual power. When I advance to the eighth level, you should still be on the fifth or sixth level of Qi refining; in terms of magic skills, you are not as comprehensive and open as I am.
I have all the magic tricks for the outer disciples, not to mention the other magic tricks I got outside. In terms of experience, you are far behind me. How many crystal-devouring beasts have you killed? The ones I killed
There are no less than five hundred crystal beasts. You are like a crystal-eating beast underground, sooner or later you will fall under my sword."
Fu Jian's words were like a sword and a dagger, tearing apart the defense of Wanbao's soul. As he spoke, he continued to activate his spiritual power, and the flowing water sword shot at Wanbao's undecided figure again.
Wanbao said nothing, gritted his teeth, and poured the spiritual power in his Dantian into the bloodthirsty sword more quickly. At the same time, with a flick of his hand, he scattered several diamond talismans and stone wall talismans around his body. Diamond talismans and stone wall talismans.
Under the action of spiritual power, the talisman quickly erected several protective walls. Within a range of seven to eight feet, the sword light and wall shadows changed into colored glass.
On the VIP table, Yin Jinfeng shook his head and laughed, "Haha! This disciple No. 229 has a very good will. Just like his silver sword, he deserves recognition. Looking at the sword wounds on his body, there should be seven.
He is already on the Eighth Path. If he were a disciple in the past, he would have given up his weapons and surrendered long ago. Hall Master Hong, I kind of like this disciple."
"Well, it's not bad. Judging from its age, it should be close to thirty, and it doesn't have much cultivation value. I'm more optimistic about No. 320. It's not very old, but it has a lot of killing experience. In time,
You can still contribute to the door." Hong Miao nodded first, then shook his head and said.
Sikon
He used the coordination between talismans and magic weapons quite well, without any sense of waste, unlike that prodigal son who scattered high-level talismans all over the sky. It would be a pity for this disciple to lose.
Don’t know where you are from?”
Old Man Mi laughed at the side, "Haha, you have very bad eyesight! You have discovered this. This person is the same as Tianjiu, and they are both from the Spirit Pig Valley."
"What? It's the God of Plague again!" Sikong Xing's face turned gray, he stopped looking at the ring and grumbled: "It's better that he loses, out of sight, out of mind!"
Ouyang De glanced at Sikong Xing, said nothing, and continued to pay attention to the competition.
Huben's condition is much better than Wanbao.
The cultivation level of Yan Tiezui at the top of the eighth level of Qi Refining is two steps higher than that of Huben at the bottom of the eighth level of Qi Refining. The magic weapon of the two of them, Yan Tiezui's hand, is a pair of crocodile-shaped serrated pliers, which is said to be a first-level monster.
The entire tooth of the Sawtooth Crocodile is refined with several types of fine gold. It is a mid-level top grade, and the Flame Iron Mouth is named after it.
Hu Ben had a Ruyi Ge, a mid-level high-grade one. It was one of the storage bags that Tianjiu had just given him. It was obviously a lot unfamiliar to use. The arcs that Ruyi Ge struck from time to time were at tricky angles and quite powerful, which made Yan
Tiezui was also a little afraid.
The Flame Iron Mouth is extremely powerful, and combined with the saw-toothed pliers, it is almost invincible, and the air is torn apart wherever it passes. However, its body is huge, and its movements seem a bit clumsy in the eyes of monks of the same level.
Huben walked around along the right side of the ring, leaping and jumping like lightning, leaving his opponent confused. Yan Tiezui was extremely helpless. Every time his saw-toothed pliers were about to hit Ruyi Ge, Huben would duck to the other side of the ring.
It opened up a blow that he was bound to win.
"Where to escape!" Yan Tiezui roared angrily, and increased his spiritual power by three points. The fireworks emitted by the saw-toothed pliers turned from pink to deep red, and two figures, one red and one silver, chased each other on the ring.
Tianjiu looked at Hu Ben, shook his head and laughed. This little tiger is really witty and uses his own strengths to meet the weaknesses of the other party. Although the scene is ugly, it still has a good strategy. It is a sure guarantee that it has reached a critical moment.
the occasion.
"Bah!", "Bah!", after two teeth-sharp cracks, the protective walls in front of Wanbao scattered like flakes, and the talismans also turned into little flames and disappeared without a trace.
Then, with a "Creak!" sound, the flowing water sword hit the Bloodthirsty Sword. The Bloodthirsty Sword trembled and flew out of the ring.
"Damn it!" Wan Bao shouted quickly and flew back, intending to deflect the blow of the Flowing Water Sword.
"Hmph! You still don't admit defeat? Do you really want to die?" Fu Jian sneered again and again. According to the rules of the competition, if one party insists on not admitting defeat and is killed or seriously injured in the end, the other party will not bear any responsibility.
"Deacon Sikong, you are the referee in this competition. You still have to take care of this guarantee. If necessary, you still have to come to the rescue. Don't let anything bad happen!" Ouyang De looked at the field and faced Sikong Xing.
Sound transmission.
"I know! I can't die!" Sikong Xing frowned and said with a gray face. He raised his left hand slightly, ready to rescue at any time.
After the Flowing Sword split the Blood-devouring Sword, it only paused for a moment, and then shot at Wanbao with great force. In the blink of an eye, it was already a few feet behind Wanbao.
Wan Bao gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, took out a broken talisman, and poured all his spiritual power into the broken talisman without reservation. Two corners of this broken talisman were missing, and half of it was also missing spiritual energy.
When Wanbao's spiritual power poured in, the remaining talisman shook instantly, and then shone like stars, making the arena extremely bright.
Wanbao felt the slightest pain in his back and knew that the Flowing Water Sword had already reached in front of him. He swung suddenly and threw the remaining talisman backwards.
"Wait, Deacon Sikong! Talisman, that's Talisman!" The master of Fufa Hall saw the talisman flying out of Wanbao's hand at a glance, stood up, and hurriedly stopped Sikong Xing's attack.
There was a loud "boom", fire shot up into the sky, and the Flowing Water Sword was instantly enveloped. Wanbao was also pushed several feet away by a huge wave and fell to the edge of the ring.
"Remnant talisman! Refined by the ancestor of Donglingmen Golden Pill!" In the inner gate area, Gui Xiaoxiao saw at a glance that it was the remnant talisman she sold to Tianjiu for the first time, and she secretly shouted in her heart. She couldn't
I don't admire Tianjiu for being willing to give such a precious thing to others, especially before he even enters the inner gate.
The talisman surrounding the Flowing Water Sword was like a ball of fire about ten feet in size, rolling towards where Fu Jian was standing.
Fu Jian stared blankly at the rolling fireball and murmured to himself: "Impossible, impossible! What on earth is this, where is my flowing water sword?"
Sikong Xing suddenly raised his head, waved his hand, and a sharp light from his thumb shot towards the fireball. Then with another flick, a soft undercurrent shot towards Fu Jian, who was still standing there.
Fu Jian felt his body light up and moved a few feet away involuntarily. Then, there was a loud rumble, a mushroom cloud lit up in front of his eyes, and he was thrown off the ring by the huge current. He felt a sweet taste in his mouth, and then lost it.
Awareness.
"Ah!" Everyone in the arena screamed. This sudden change was so shocking that most of the outer disciples had never seen such a formation before.
After a few breaths, the spirit cloud and the fireball disappeared, and a black broken iron sword lay quietly on the ring with no trace of the hilt. This was the remains of Fu Jian's flowing water sword.
"A strike from the golden elixir?!" Yin Jinfeng said in shock.
Sikong Xing shook his head and said, "No, it's just a blow from a monk in the middle stage of foundation building. This is a residual treasure with fire and wood attributes, so its power is increased by one level."
A smile appeared on Ouyang De's face. He guessed that this talisman must have been made by Tianjiu. There were even talismans and top-quality crystals. How many surprises could this disciple of the Five Elements Mixed Spirit Root bring him?