Facing Agou who looked like this, Yang Chen was a little scared. Agou shouted loudly and punched Yang Chen's fan. The sound of bones tearing was heard. Agou's right hand was bloody and hung down powerlessly, while Yang Chen
The spiritual fan in his hand was also shaken off by the powerful energy.
"Fight!"
Yang Chen's eyes turned from fear to determination. He gritted his teeth and pushed the red bead in his hand. The flames were like clouds, covering the two of them.
Everyone knew it was time to reveal the ending, and they all looked at it, wanting to know who would win in the end.
The white-clothed Hou fluttered his sleeves, the breeze blew up, and the flames rose into the sky and dispersed into the sky. Agou's body remained standing, with large and small burns on his body, and the burnt flesh and blood could be seen, but what Agou was holding in his left arm was Yang Chen's.
There is a fan bone in the throat and elbow, which is stuck inside.
There were beads of sweat on Yang Chen's forehead. He could control this fan bone to cut off Agou's arm, but before that, Agou would crush his throat. It was not worth exchanging his life for Agou's arm.
"I lost." Yang Chen's expression changed quickly, and then he spoke with difficulty.
Hearing this, Agou's energy dissipated and he fell backwards, being held by Qing Shiniang.
Agou won because of his life-threatening ferocity.
"Send him to me." At this time, Hei Lin sighed in Kongmingfang. Although he was refining elixirs, he also focused part of his attention on the situation in the workshop. Agou's injury was a bit serious, especially
It was a blow to the heart and lungs. If it were treated with ordinary treatment methods, I'm afraid it would leave consequences.
Therefore, Black Scale planned to use the fire in the alchemy furnace to give Agou some good fortune and break it.
Agou's ruthlessness was quite appealing to Black Scale. Qing Shiniang stopped Agou's bleeding, and together with several Taoist priests in the workshop, sent the unconscious Agou to the place where Black Scale lived, the people of Bailu Academy.
He looked a little unhappy. It was already a win-win situation, but he didn't expect such a turn.
The people of Bailu were thinking that they would not go so hard in a competition, but when they had such thoughts, they had actually lost several percent. Different attitudes would lead to different outcomes.
At the beginning of the second competition, Dao Shisan walked out carelessly, and Dao Shisan's opponent was naturally the female cultivator, and this female cultivator had a rustic name of Chen Guihua.
Although she is rustic, she is the one with the highest cultivation level among the three people in Bailu's battle, with a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Second Realm.
Not only is Chen Guihua's cultivation level at the middle stage of the second realm, she also has a companion spirit beast that is at the same level as her. Last night, after deciding on the candidates for the battle, Bai Lu spent some money to raise her spirit beast's cultivation level to the third realm.
Chen Guihua waved her hand, and a white lion many feet tall appeared next to her. Then the earth and rocks gathered together, and a rock spear was condensed in her hand. She turned over and mounted the white lion. The rock spear made a roaring sound, and the white lion twisted.
Move your body, pace, and roar like a lion, which is breathtaking.
Chen Guihua looked down at Dao Shisan, looking like a woman.
But Dao Shisan ignored him and said instead: "This fellow practitioner, it's too late to regret now."
Chen Guihua, who was on the back of the white lion, smiled: "Are you threatening me? If I read it correctly, you have no cultivation level, and you threaten a monk with a mortal body. I have to say that you are very courageous.
, and don’t blame me for not reminding you that my white lion is in the third realm."
Dao Shisan just smiled and nodded: "I really have no cultivation level, so it doesn't make much difference to me whether you are in the second realm or the third realm."
"It's just that I don't want to cause unnecessary killing. If I take action, I will definitely see blood." Dao Shisan sighed and said slowly.
"This is the biggest joke I've heard this year." Chen Guihua sneered.
Dao Shisan shook his head, knowing that Chen Guihua would not listen to what he said. After all, in the world's perception, how could a mortal defeat a monk? No matter how much he said, it would be in vain for others not to believe him.
I'm a little crazy.
The world thinks I'm crazy, but I know that people in this world can't see through it. After all, I saw something they have never seen before. Dao Shisan sighed in his heart.
"That's it, then please go ahead." Dao Shisan made a gesture of invitation and slowly lowered the gourd from his waist.
Chen Guihua said nothing and directly raised the gun to shoot at Dao Shisan. Dao Shisan held the gourd in his left hand and took out a stack of talismans from the canvas bag he carried with him in his right hand and sprinkled it casually.
Although there was no wind, the talisman paper still floated away and rose into the sky, swaying like fallen leaves all over the sky. But when it fell on the white lion, it became as heavy as a thousand pieces of stone.
The white lion in the third realm has a strength of no less than ten thousand kilograms, but even with this ten thousand kilograms of power, when the first talisman fell on it, it suddenly stopped, and the movements of its limbs were slower, and then the second one fell.
The white lion's momentum slowed down and began to roar uneasily.
The third one, the fourth one, until the ninth one fell, the white lion was like carrying a mountain, its limbs were bent, and it stopped in place, just roaring non-stop. It was unimaginable that a few pieces of yellow paper could have such weight.
For Dao Shisan, a so-called mortal, this light thing weighed ten thousand kilograms in his hands.
Several pieces of yellow paper fell on Chen Guihua's body. She couldn't move, but she still asked: "What is this?"
"It's just a small path. You can think of it as another kind of immobilization talisman. The orthodox Taoist immobilization talisman will seal the monk's magic power, thereby sealing the monk. However, mine uses some tricks to achieve the purpose of immobilizing the body with weight.
." Dao Shisan was not in a hurry to take action, but answered seriously.
"You know, this talisman cannot trap me for long." As Chen Guihua mobilized the magic power in her body, the talisman showed faint signs of burning and falling off.
"So, I still want to advise you, it's not too late to admit defeat now." Dao Shisan said seriously.
Chen Guihua was silent, but more mana surged through her body. The earthy-yellow mana seemed to be all over her body, glowing with a faint luster, like running water, cleaning the talismans around her. The talismans burned, followed by dull sounds.
The explosion sounded, and each talisman lost its effect. Dao Shisan's immobilization talisman finally used some tricks, but it did not seal the monk's mana and could not trap the monk for too long.
As the talismans on the body were cleaned by Chen Guihua, the white lion's limbs became stronger again and slowly straightened its body.
When Dao Shisan saw this, he sighed, pointed the mouth of the gourd towards Chen Osmanthus and the White Lion, and pulled out the cork.
"Bang." The last talisman was cleared, and the white lion roared, leading Chen Guihua directly towards Dao Shisan. The tip of Chen Guihua's spear showed its sharp edge, and he was about to pick off Dao Shisan's head at the sight of it.
"Baby, please open your eyes." Five words came out of Dao Shisan's mouth. One eye in the gourd mouth suddenly opened and looked at Chen Guihua and the white lion. A huge wave of malice appeared from the sky and the earth, directly attacking
The two were pressed to the ground, and the white lion even let out a whimpering sound. As a spiritual beast, the fear it felt was more real.
As if she had a premonition of something, Chen Guihua stretched out her hand and shouted: "Wait!"
Dao Shisan sighed again, he could no longer take back the fallen knife: "Baby, please turn around."
The gourd's eyes blinked a few times, and then closed. A small black man with wings flew out from the gourd, holding a knife several times larger than him.
The winged man flew out with the knife in his arms, circled around the white lion's neck, and the white lion's head rolled down.