Volume Two, Edge of the Inner Court Chapter 136, Berserker
In the Sky Tower, each floor has a hundred independent spaces, and Yan Ting came to one of them on the third floor.
In front of him is a relatively large stone chamber, as big as the Fengyun Tower, which is enough for him to use his hands and feet.
"This is the Sky Tower. It is almost the same as the illusion field created by the great elder. I don't know how powerful the illusion will be." Yan Ting thought silently. Soon, in the center of the stone room, a black figure emerged from the ground.
When it rises, it is like a mass of water gradually rising and revealing the ground.
This black figure turned out to be exactly the same as Yan Ting.
"So that's it, copy the challenger's appearance to fight, but if you can copy the person that the challenger hates, then the fighting power may exceed the limit!" Yan Ting's mouth curved, rubbing his fists, and there was a strong fighting spirit.
Soared suddenly.
Above the head of the illusion, a word "seven" appeared and then disappeared, indicating that it was a seventh-level Tianyuan.
"Come on." Clenching his fists, Yan Ting's body shot straight out like an arrow from his string, and he punched the illusion's head suddenly.
The phantom crossed its hands in front of its head and then flew dozens of feet away. Its arms were broken, it was limp and dying.
Yan Ting walked over, raised his left foot, and stepped hard on the head of the illusion, crushing it.
"That's disgusting enough. You want to copy my illusion and think I can't do it?" Yan Ting smiled coldly, and behind him, a second illusion immediately appeared.
Every time an illusion is defeated, a second illusion will follow. Otherwise, the challenger would have no chance to rest. However, Yan Ting has been tempered by potions and assisted by Emperor Bodhi. His endurance and strength have already far exceeded the mid-stage Tianyuan.
This level is even better than many ninth-level Tianyuan, let alone dealing with that illusion. He has no strength at all.
This time the illusion was of the eighth-level Tianyuan, and his strength had increased by at least 30%. Yan Ting didn't take it seriously at all. All he could think about was how to deal with the opponent as quickly as possible and obtain the Yuan Stone, so he had to deal with the eighth-level Tianyuan.
Illusion, he still uses the most domineering and effective method.
Looking at Yan Ting, who was charging in a straight line from ten feet away, Illusion's palms faced each other, and a barrier of vitality slowly opened. Yan Ting's fist hit the barrier, but it only cracked.
"Break it to me!" Yan Ting roared angrily, and the black demonic energy in his fist suddenly condensed, spraying out a tiny aurora, directly piercing the energy barrier and piercing the body of the illusion. The illusion was severely injured and took several steps back. Just when he raised his head, a
A fist swept across with thunderous force and hit him right in the cheek. It was like a sledgehammer and the phantom body flew out.
The elder of Chongxiao Pagoda looked sharply at the small area below Yan Ting's deer-chasing order. That was where the number of defeated people, their realms, and the number of Yuan Stones were recorded. One was level seven, the other was level eight, and there were nine Yuan Stones in total.
"How could it be so fast? It took less than thirty breaths to enter!" the elder of Chongxiao Tower said in disbelief. How could it be so easy for this Yan Ting to cross the level challenge? He looked at Buyunya, who was calm and calm at all.
Don't feel surprised.
No wonder he said that Yan Ting could survive at least fifty waves. At first, he just didn't want to disturb the child's mood, but now it seems that it is really possible.
Yan Ting is currently fighting with a ninth-level Tianyuan. To be precise, he wants to fight with a ninth-level Tianyuan. Even the ninth-level Tianyuan cannot stop him for long. Illusions are only illusions after all.
A real person is still a bit weaker than a real person. The level of realm has never been the criterion for judging a person's strength. Yan Ting can even defeat a pervert like Mo Xuanzhang who is comparable to half-step Yuan Luo.
One punch defeated the illusion's defense, and Yan Ting smashed the illusion's body into pieces with a killing curse.
The ninth-level Tianyuan was also so fragile in front of him.
"call out!"
A sharp and harsh sound of breaking wind passed into Yan Ting's ears. His head turned slightly to one side, and behind him, a new illusion was gathering energy to attack him.
Yan Ting stepped forward, covering the Thunder Gang with his hand and stabbing it straight into Phantom's chest. Phantom's right fist was clenched tightly, and the condensed vitality was poured into the fist, and it collided with Yan Ting's Thunder Gang. Every time it collided, the thunder flashed and the vitality roared, incomparably
It was blinding and deafening, but the two of them seemed to be sitting opposite each other in a calm boat drinking tea, unaffected by anything.
Compared with the first three illusions, this ninth-level Tianyuan takes the initiative, and its power, speed and reaction are slightly better than the previous one. This makes Yan Ting have to wonder whether the realm of Sky Tower has reached a critical point and its power will be reduced.
Become stronger?
Illusion jumped high, opened his hands, raised his head high and merged, slashing vertically towards the ground. In an instant, a blast of vitality that was several feet long came out from the seam of his palm. Yan Ting's body retreated violently, and the blast slashed
On the ground, a crack was instantly cut into the stone chamber.
Yan Ting retracted his right arm to his waist, his five fingers were in the shape of claws, and a ball of dark demonic energy suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand. His eyes were cold, and his arm suddenly rushed out, and the ball of demonic energy pierced the illusion extremely quickly and resolutely.
The phantom's body suddenly spun and brushed against the demonic energy, but Yan Ting was no longer where he was. He was like an eagle, staring at his prey with all his heart, not letting it have the slightest chance to leave his sight.
Seizing the moment when the illusion was hiding, Yan Ting pounced on the illusion like a hungry wolf. He had no reservations and punched out without any fancy, but with a huge force, he blasted it directly
Phantom head.
After losing four late-stage Tianyuan in a row, Yan Ting not only did not feel tired, but also became passionate about fighting. Soon, the fifth illusion appeared, but it was not a ninth-level Tianyuan as Yan Ting expected, but an eighth-level Tianyuan.
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Yan Ting breathed a sigh of relief. If the nine-level Tianyuan were to fight, he would probably be defeated a dozen more times. Yan Ting grinned and walked towards the illusion step by step.
The elder of Chongxiao Pagoda narrowed his eyes. The numbers under the Deer Order have been changing, and there is no sign of stopping. Almost every thirty breaths on average, an illusion will be defeated. You know, this is the third level, and Yan
Tingbu is only the fourth level of Tianyuan.
"This kid is really a little monster. I haven't seen anyone who can fight to this level in the past ten years. Let alone the past ten years, no one in the history of Zhulu Academy can do it." The elder of Chongxiao Tower was extremely depressed.
, as the elder who guards the tower, he will naturally have a subsidy from the college, but this subsidy is not fixed. If the disciple wins too many challenges in the Sky Tower and causes the college to lose too many yuan stones, then it is necessary to withdraw from his subsidy.
A little bit was deducted from the inside as compensation.
So far, Yan Ting has defeated seven seventh-level Tianyuan, six eighth-level Tianyuan and nine ninth-level Tianyuan, and has earned as many as 112 low-grade Yuan stones, which have already exceeded hundreds.
Buyunya smiled happily, and even the injuries on his body could not stop his excitement.
"If this continues, I'm afraid my allowance for this month will be deducted." Elder Chongxiao Pagoda frowned.
"It's okay. You can ask your senior brother to give you a little bit when the time comes. He's a very nice person. He might feel sorry for himself knowing this situation." Buyunya joked.
The elder of Chongxiao Tower was so angry that his hair and beard were flying: "I beg him? Are you kidding me?"
"Then you can only wait for the subsidy to be deducted." Buyunya said casually.
"I...hum..."
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He didn't know how long he had been fighting hard, but even Yan Ting couldn't hold it anymore. He breathed heavily. It is forbidden to take pills in the Sky Tower. Otherwise, he could use the Yuan-Zeng Dan on his body to destroy Yuan in one breath.
Shi made a lot of money. He couldn't remember how many illusions he had defeated. Until now, his speed was a bit slow, and he was also injured at the moment. If he didn't have time to rest, otherwise he wouldn't be like this.
status.
The growth rate of Emperor Bodhi is truly terrifying.
"Coming!" Yan Ting muttered softly, and an illusion of a ninth-level Tian Yuan appeared in front of him.
The two of them did not hesitate or make too much eye contact. The moment the illusion completely stepped out of the ground, Yan Ting, who was ready to go, took action directly and collided with the illusion.
This collision caused Yan Ting's energy and blood to flow backwards, his internal organs churned, and nosebleeds surged. He never dreamed that this illusion would have such abnormal physical strength. Wiping away the nosebleed, Yan Ting gritted his teeth, and his arm, which had gathered 70% of his strength, crashed down.
On the shoulders of the phantom, the phantom's feet sank more than an inch into the ground, and the ground cracked several feet along the holes left by the soles of the feet, but the phantom's legs did not bend even a single degree.
Yan Ting's eyes narrowed, his fist swept across, and he hit Huan Huan hard on the face. Huan Huan's head was deflected by this heavy punch. He seemed to be angry too. He grabbed Yan Ting's shoulder with his left hand and the other one.
She pushed out her hand and pressed it on his abdomen, then pulled the handle with her left hand and the right hand, lifted Yan Ting's whole body up, and smashed it hard on the ground, causing countless cracks in the ground.
Yan Ting huddled in pain, Huan Huan grabbed Yan Ting's clothes with both hands, lifted him up again, bent his left leg at 90 degrees, and threw Yan Ting upward. Yan Ting immediately hugged Huan Huan's head, making himself
Without suffering that serious blow, he wrapped his left arm around the illusion's neck and punched the illusion's face with his right fist one after another.
The illusion threw Yan Ting, who spun 720 degrees in mid-air and fell to the ground.
"Uh-huh..." Yan Ting was relieved, but before he could stand up, the illusion kicked him on the waist. Yan Ting, who had only half climbed up, rolled a few times again and landed on the ground.
This kick almost broke Yan Ting's ribs. His face was ferocious, and his eyes were filled with angry flames. The illusion walked over tirelessly, and Yan Ting slapped the ground with his palm and bounced up.
This illusion seemed to focus all its power on defense. In comparison, his speed was much slower than the previous illusion. Suddenly, traces of black energy rose up from his palm until it covered the entire palm.
The next moment, Yan Ting's black palm hit the chest of the oncoming illusion. The illusion grunted, his chest collapsed, and he stepped back, but it did not hurt him at all. He stretched out his hand to grab Yan Ting's head, and Yan Ting went to
He turned around and easily dodged it, and then punched Phantom's jaw from bottom to top.
The illusion was hit hard and his head was thrown upwards. When he moved his head down, he saw a black fist coming towards him with an extremely violent punch.
Bang!
The phantom fell back and retreated. Yan Ting turned around and came to the back of the phantom. Using the momentum of turning around, he threw out his arm and slapped the right cheek of the phantom. The right cheek of the phantom was directly cracked. This time, the phantom resisted being hit.
The fist was knocked back, and he pinched Yan Ting's neck with one hand. Yan Ting quickly lowered his head and blocked the palm of the illusion, so that half of his palm was close to the chest under the neck. Only five fingers were imprinted on the neck, making the illusion unable to
Applying force, Illusion's other hand struck at Yan Ting's lower abdomen.
Yan Ting grabbed the wrist of the fist that hit his lower abdomen with both hands. Suddenly, he let out an angry shout. Yan Ting smashed his hands violently, and the phantom wrist was disconnected. He clasped the two fingers around his neck with one hand and wrapped his arms around the phantom.
With his arm, his body spun strangely, and his other elbow hit the left face of the illusion, causing the left face to crack.
Yan Ting, who broke free, fought back and punched Huan Huan's chest, shoulder blades, and waist and ribs with both fists in one go. Every time he punched out, he had thought about where to hit the next one. Huan Huan obviously had no such thoughts.
Coupled with the slowed down speed, of course you can only be beaten passively.
"Destroy!" A killing curse opened a big hole in the illusion's belly, completely annihilating this illusion with abnormal defense.