As the two sides of the God Killing Temple and the True God Palace agreed, the competition officially began. Shen Wudi called the ghost killer to his side: "Ghost Kill, today I will let you take the lead. The competition adopts a five-game three-win system, so your head is crucial. This involves the momentum of our True God Palace. If you win the head, you will win by chance. Do you understand?"
Guishen replied with a serious expression: "Don't worry, Your Highness the Crown Prince is so respectful. Your Highness the Crown Prince is so respectful, and he will do his best to give our Zhenshen Palace a good start. If Guishen cannot win, I will never come back to see you alive!"
Shen Wudi nodded with satisfaction, and then Guishen flew up to the hundred-foot-high God War Platform. At this time, the people from the God Killing Temple had been waiting for a long time. He saw a young man in his thirty years old, with an elegant temperament and a handsome face standing opposite Guishen. His blue shirt was swaying in the wind, giving people a profound and unfathomable feeling. He is the Yuan Feihu, known as the top five tigers of the Yuan family. He has a mid-level cultivation level and combat power that is comparable to that of the peak warrior of the Yuansheng, or even higher.
When Yuan Feihu saw the ghost killing coming, he was stunned at first, then smiled indifferently and asked, "Who are you? Why haven't you seen you before? Why didn't that sword fan come up? Last year, I was in a good match with him. I still want to have a good fight with him this year?"
After hearing this, Guishen said disdainfully: "Hmph, why use slaughtering a ox knife to kill a chicken? How can a sword slay brother deal with a guy like you? It's enough to deal with you and I. I've long thought that I'll meet you, the so-called No. 5 Tigers of the Yuan Family. You Yuan Family can only scare others, but in front of my Guishen, you are not enough to see it!"
Yuan Feihu smiled calmly: "Oh, it turns out that you are the rookie of the gods who have risen in the past two years. I have been obsessed with you for a long time. I have heard of your name, but I have never seen myself. When I see you today, it is indeed worthy of your reputation!"
Guishen sneered proudly: "Hmph, it's good to know your uncle's ability, but I will let you know that I'm really good in a while. Stop talking nonsense!"
As he said that, the ghost sword flashed away. Yuan Feihu suddenly felt that the evil wind was not good behind him, and quickly used all his strength to dodge him. Guishen appeared at the position where Yuan Feihu was just now, and looked at Yuan Feihu's embarrassing appearance and sneered.
Yuan Feihu stared at Guishen with a serious expression. The blue shirt, which was cut by the ghost knife on his back and a long but not very deep blood line on his body were dripping dripping, as if telling the danger and weirdness of the moment just now.
Yuan Feihu ignored the wound on his back and nodded indifferently: "Ghost Kill, you are really powerful, you are as famous as yours. You can be called a ghost killer, with a very fast speed and a very good time to shoot out the knife. It is worth my full battle!"
When Ghost Kill heard this, he laughed proudly and said, "Hahaha, I Ghost Killer is not something that those guys who are famous for their reputations can compare to. I came from the sea of swords and blood, but it's too late for you to know now. See me to take your dog's life!"
After saying that, the ghost shadow of the ghost killer disappeared again. When he appeared again, he had already appeared on the right side of Yuan Feihu. At the same time, the ghost sword had already chopped towards his neck with the Yin Feng.
Yuan Feihu did not dare to neglect, and he avoided it again in a thrilling manner. In this way, the two of them were like cats and mice, spinning back and forth on the stage. Although it was very thrilling, Yuan Feihu was obviously passive, but he could always escape danger in time. The people in the audience opened their mouths and felt heartbroken and secretly tried to the people on the stage.
When Shen Wudi saw that the ghost killing had the upper hand, he said to Yuan Chu very proudly: "Yuan Chu, look at how Ghost Killing performs. You are worthy of being a ghost killer. The outcome will be decided soon. We will win this first battle!"
Yuan Chu smiled indifferently: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, Ghost Kill is indeed a ghost killer. He has his own uniqueness and will soon be determined. However, Ghost Kill should be defeated, and Yuan Feihu won!"
Shen Wudi asked in confusion: "Oh, how can you tell me? Now it's obviously ghost killing that has the upper hand?"
Yuan Chu patiently explained to him: "Your Highness, please look carefully. It seems that the ghost killing has the upper hand now, but Yuan Feihu did not feel panic at all. His eyes were calm and confident, and everything was under control. Moreover, don't you think he can avoid the blade every time? Is there any problem here? It is not difficult to avoid the ghost killing of ghost killing, but the difficulty is that the timing and timing of the hiding are so accurate. Obviously, his speed and strength are far above the ghost killing, so the outcome will be decided soon!"
The facts did verify Yuan Chu's analysis and judgment. Just as the two were talking, the winner and defeat on the stage had been decided.
Just when Ghost Killing was the most proud, and when he wanted to give Yuan Feihu a final kill, suddenly, Yuan Feihu made a few strange handprints, and then pointed his forehead and eyebrows, something unexpected happened.
Suddenly, thirty-two source flying tigers appeared on the God War Platform, and each of them looked exactly the same as him. Each of them was powerful and could not find any flaws at all. Thirty-two source flying tigers surrounded the ghosts and moved rapidly, and their speed was even higher than him.
Demon Kill was completely stunned. He never expected that so many more source flying tigers would appear on the ring at once. He was already confused and could not tell which one was the real source flying tiger. He thought that these were all phantoms and wanted to break up these phantoms, but these were not phantoms at all, but real people, and he was speechless.
Just when he was stunned and at a loss, suddenly, a sneer came from behind him: "Ghost Kill, it's time for you to go on the road!"
Guishen was stunned. He was about to avoid it, but it was too late. After a cold wind swept over, a brilliant blood flower bloomed in the air. Guishen's head flew up in the wind and was grabbed in the hand by Yuan Feihu.
Yuan Feihu glanced at the head of the ghost killer with his eyes open, and then threw his head casually in the direction of the God Killing Temple. Someone was responsible for collecting and custody. With a flash of sword light, he cut the body of the ghost killer into countless pieces. Then, with a wave of his robe sleeve, he swept all the pieces off the stage.
A burst of sighs suddenly sounded, and the people of the gods naturally felt sorry for the death of the ghost killing, but the people in the Temple of God were so happy and kept applauding Yuan Feihu.
When Shen Wudi saw the ghost killing blood sprinkling the God Battle Platform, he immediately cursed with a sad face and said with a serious expression: "Damn, Yuan Feihu, he has actually refined the [Clone] method, one of the unique skills of the Yuan family. He didn't know how to make it last year, why did he train it this year? No wonder that old guy Yuan Tianlong is so confident. It turns out that he has prepared for it. Who should I send to the next stage!"
He looked at the four Yuan Chu people beside him. They all looked eager to try, and felt as if they were ready to die.
Shen Wudi pondered for a moment, then called the swordsman over and ordered, "Mad Knife, I plan to send you to fight this second formation. I know that you have just developed the unique skill of our Gods royal family [God Submission]. Although your family is in a downturn and excluded, you are a member of my Gods royal family after all. Now it is time for you to sacrifice for the Gods. As long as you can win this second formation, this prince promises to let your family rise again and restore its former glory. Do you have confidence?"
Kuangdao quickly replied respectfully: "Your Highness the Crown Prince, I am confident that I can win this second round. For the glory of the family and the royal family of the gods, I will fight to the death. If I fail, I will be able to be successful. I hope Your Highness the Crown Prince can keep his promise and restore the glory of my family. I am leaving!"
As he said that, Kuang Dao flew to the God War Platform without hesitation. Yuan Feihu saw Kuang Dao on stage and smiled calmly and gracefully at him: "Mad Dao, why are you here? I know you. I remember you had a draw with my second brother last year. You can't even beat my second brother. Do you still dare to come to me to die? You saw that I have refined the clone method. You are not my opponent at all. You should let that guy Jianchi come. I want to avenge him last year's sword!"
Kuangdao laughed and said, "Yuan Feihu, don't talk wildly in front of me. Do you think that if you have refined the clone method, you will be invincible in the world? Although you are not the one you last year, I am no longer the one I last year. Do you think that your Yuan family has unique skills? Our True God Palace also has unique skills. I want to use absolute strength to crush all your broken clones into powder. Less nonsense, die!"
As he said that, the Mad Knife suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of essence and blood and grabbed it in his hand, making several strange handprints in succession, then leaned his fingers and shouted to the sky: "Use my essence and blood to summon the remaining souls of the ancestors to come, kill the powerful enemy, [Divine Surrender]!"
As the Crazy Dao finished speaking, a black mist with extremely light color suddenly shot out from the sky. Although the color was extremely light, you could clearly feel a powerful soul wave, and the black mist instantly penetrated into the Crazy Dao's eyebrows.
After the black fog entered the body, Kuangdao's body suddenly began to vibrate violently, with an extremely painful expression on his face and a ferocious face. At the same time, his body began to surge rapidly. After a while, his body had soared to a height of ten thousand feet, and his body stopped shaking, Kuangdao's face also returned to its original state.
However, his expression and temperament suddenly changed tremendously, becoming more calm and indifferent, and a domineering momentum suddenly burst out. At this time, it was not himself who really controlled the body of the Crazy Sword, but his ancestors.