Chapter 22 The Leader of the Third Generation of Tyranny 2
As the bet between the two men came into existence, a circle of compass-like patterns appeared on the eyebrows of the two men, forming and disappearing suddenly.
This is the most unique feature of Qingzhou interface. As long as it is a bet, a contract, or a written agreement, it will be witnessed by heaven and earth. Therefore, no one dares to play tricks with such a bet. If anyone dares to make a profit, the consequences will be heavy.
The Yanluhu fox sat steadily, as if he had no concern at all about the bet between the two, and continued to smile and look forward.
In the eyes of other people's life and death, in the eyes of those who are superior, it is just a topic of talk that can be used to gambling at will. It is the cruelest reality.
“Are you ready?”
"Okay! Come on!"
"Then I'll attack!"
"I'll take it!"
When such a voice rang throughout the audience, it was hard to say why, and everyone felt a sense of disgust. But in this disgust, a scene that shocked them suddenly appeared. Bai Mo's figure disappeared from the local area, and the movements were exactly similar to those when he had dealt with the three brothers who had killed Lan Chi Tu Shi, as fast as a shock.
Here comes, really!
Although she was so disdainful in her words before, Lan Chi Zhangyang looked at Bai Mo's fist and raised it like that. When she hit her abdomen like lightning, her expression was still nervous. This had nothing to do with her cultivation, it was purely a natural reaction of the soul.
Bang!
After being hit by Bai Mo, a runes suddenly appeared in the red robe of the black turtle, blocking the heavy punch. Lan Chi Zhangyang felt the force condensed in the punch. A sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.
The second level of the Spirit Lord is only the second level of the Spirit Lord. No matter how strong the spiritual power is, it is limited. You see? Such a punch will hurt me, and even the red robe of the Black Turtle can't be torn apart. A fist like this is not only three punches, but even if it is twice as many, I can withstand it.
"Bai Mo, is this your first punch? But that's it. You have two punches left, so it's best to use force and don't squeeze like a woman." Lan Chi Zhangyang said arrogantly with an unscrupulous smile on her face.
Don’t miss the opportunity to use psychological tactics to influence your opponent at any time, because you can’t be sure of it, such an opportunity. Which one will save your life at critical moments?
"Is that so? My first punch is not over yet?" Bai Mo looked at Lan Chi's gaze and laughed wildly. It was not until this time that his right fist moved away from the red robe.
And the moment she moved away, Lan Chi's flamboyant expression suddenly changed. All the crazy laughter on her face just now disappeared, replaced by a solemn and fleeting panic.
Because a miserable black turtle robe suddenly came out on the red robe of the black turtle. At the same time, the tragic shout sounded, amid everyone's screams. This nine-level spiritual weapon, the black turtle red robe, was destroyed in the scattered bursts of countless runes.
As the fragments flew, Lan Chi Zhangyang's strong upper body was revealed.
Naked without any concealment!
Bai Mo's first punch seemed to have no effort, and he easily tore the nine-level spiritual weapon into pieces. Such a scene really shocked everyone. You must know that the power of the monk is huge, but it is quite difficult to truly destroy a spiritual weapon with such power.
Not to mention that Bai Mo's current actions are no longer as simple as destroying. Instead, they are destroyed. The nine-level spiritual weapon of transformation is wiped out under the power of a punch. Such strength is definitely not something that anyone can do.
Jiao Ao's originally careless expression also shook a little!
"The power of a punch actually has such a strong power. Could it be that he is a barbarian cultivator? Yes, he must be a barbarian cultivator. Otherwise, how could he do this with the second-level spiritual master's cultivation? It's interesting. I didn't expect to meet a barbarian cultivator here." Jiao Fengyun said in front of his eyes.
"So what about the barbarian cultivator? The second-level barbarian cultivator of Lingzun, you can't threaten Lan Chi Zhangyang, because you can't break his defense." Lan Chi Qianxiong said decisively.
"Is that true?" Qing Yinghuo Wu said with a clear hint.
"Shh, the second punch is here!" Jiao Fengyun pointed forward with a smile.
Sure enough, as Jiao Fengyun's voice came to the ground, Bai Mo, under everyone's gaze, did not stop, and shot out again while his feet landed. However, this time it was different from before, because three suns appeared on his fist.
These three-wheeled suns appeared suddenly, and the hot temperature swept across the board as soon as they appeared, forcing people with weak cultivation to keep going backwards. One-wheeled suns are enough to intimidate the whole audience. Not to mention the current three-wheeled suns, they must rotate and form a petal.
At this time, Bai Mo's fist was no longer a fist, but like a meteor, a meteor burning with flames, carrying strong power, and condensing terrifying high temperatures. If she was hit by such a meteor, Lan Chi Zhangyang would probably be bombarded on the spot.
This is the third day gathering of the top of the Golden Crow Yan Rijue!
Since you, Lan Chi, want to be so arrogant, I will give you my help. You are not worthy of enjoying the sky in ten days. Now you can only be greeted by my three-day gathering. Bai Mo, who deliberately wants to establish his authority, will not leave any backup plan.
Although Bai Mo's spiritual power was consumed quite quickly and the brute force disappeared without his knowledge, he had no choice.
As long as Lan Dai can be rescued, all the efforts are worth it!
Panic and fear!
Shiver and scared!
Solemn and low!
Lan Chi Zhangyang had never felt so uncomfortable like she was now. It was like swallowing a fly alive. She had made such a great ambition just now, saying that she could ignore Bai Mo's three punches. But the first punch made Lan Chi Zhangyang nervous, and the second punch brought him an unprecedented pressure.
Lan Chi Zhangyang knew that even if he mobilized all his spiritual power, he would probably not be able to guarantee that he could steadily resist this second punch.
If it were possible to attack, then Lan Chi Zhangyang still had absolute confidence to win, but what should he do now? Do you really have to be beaten passively? No matter how many calculations were done, this damn Bai Mo was actually a non-school cultivator.
"Three days to gather together!"
Buzz!
Just in such a flash, Lan Chi Zhangyang felt the kind of threat brought by the heavy punch. He knew that he had no chance to hesitate and had to take such a second punch. If he really avoided it, how could he stay in the family in the future?
Hurry!
As Lan Chi turned her mind, she suddenly wore a spiritual armor outfit. Although doing this was a bit suspicious of being apt to take advantage of it, everyone would think that it was useless. But as long as she could survive, why bother the rest of her thoughts? If she died like this, that would be the most tragic thing. (To be continued...)