According to the current situation, Ma Yiping has certain attainments in the spiritual sword skills and can exert good power, especially the so-called Tai Chi Four Symbols and Bagua sword skills, which is the best among the same level.
Therefore, Zhao Shoushou can basically make two judgments. One: the inheritance received by this monk has certain flaws, and it is difficult to exert the full power of the spiritual sword for a while. The second: the spiritual sword technique is just a tool for him.
There are other real trump cards in external performance.
Since Ma Yiping was able to reach the finals smoothly, his current strength was not enough. Suddenly, an impression that appeared in the previous arc-length battle suddenly flashed through his mind.
At the beginning of all the battles related to Ma Yiping, the two monks were evenly matched and it was difficult to tell the difference. Whenever two one-time spirit beasts exploded, after the white light that could obscure the consciousness dissipated, all the opponents were already dead.
Fallen under the Spirit Sword.
Every arena battle ended in this strange way, which would invisibly leave a fixed impression on the monks present. This is a monk who is good at and masters swordsmanship.
As for what happened on the arena in the moment when the white light filled the air, only the two monks fighting knew it, and one of them had already died, so the secret naturally disappeared with it.
Originally, Zhao Shoushou had not thought carefully about these details, but now he was even more sure that the so-called spirit sword was just an excuse.
The real trump card of this mysterious monk named Ma Yiping must appear in the white light. In fact, he is happy to see this happen. After all, he does not want to expose some of his methods to the monks in this way.
"In this case, Mr. Zhao will add another fire, don't you believe that you can continue to persevere? I just don't know what kind of disposable spirit beast appears this time?" Wanting to understand the key, Zhao Shoushou couldn't help but reveal a trace of wisdom on his face.
A bead-in-hand expression.
I saw him tearing off a storage bag from his waist and throwing it to the ground. What was stored in it was a large amount of one-yuan heavy water. With the support of sufficient mana, vivid sea beasts appeared on the ring one after another.
Sea wolves roaring up to the sky, chimpanzees beating their chests and stamping their feet, colorful water snakes, and grumpy buffaloes, there are many types and powerful ones.
All are made of genuine one-yuan heavy water, and each one can explode with strength equivalent to a second-order low-grade sea beast. This move has always been called a "prodigal son".
One yuan of heavy water is not precious, but it is also a kind of spiritual water. Every drop can be used to exchange for some spiritual stones. Using such a large amount is not worth the loss, especially in a situation where one has already firmly gained the upper hand.
These monks will never know that this kind of spiritual water is just a by-product of cultivation, and with the improvement of cultivation, the quality of the one-yuan heavy water is also slowly improving.
"Now that the suspicions have been discovered, I will send you to hell." Ma Yiping had obviously noticed some of the differences.
As the two vipers circled along the ring with a wave of both hands, Zhao Shoushou, who had already suffered losses several times, naturally would not be fooled. Before they could get closer, the figure had disappeared and appeared in another direction.
In fact, after rounds of battles, the monks who were lucky enough to survive the one-time spirit beasts in the ring battle all had some insights.
At this stage, the frequency and quantity of use have been greatly reduced, and most of the time it is used to cover up the spiritual consciousness of the monks, especially suitable for small-scale battles such as ring battles.
"Roar" As the two huge vipers self-destructed, the arena once again fell into an inexplicable calm. Except for the occasional collision of spiritual weapons, it fell into silence.
If these monks could see through the fog, they would definitely find Zhao Shoushou's shock and surprise. What appeared in front of them was no longer Ma Yiping, but a monster with the head of a man and the body of a horse.
"Monks refining demonic beasts or demonic beasts refining monks? Who is in charge? Why did such a rare thing happen to someone Zhao?" Even the arrogant Zhao Shoushou was shocked when he suddenly saw such a scene.
There was an involuntary pause.
Not too long ago, a ghost cultivator who was refining Yin ghosts was killed by the special ability of the Yue Lingniao. Today, another man-horse monster appeared.
However, the opponent's monster with the body of a centaur and horse body did not hesitate at all. It had already anticipated this situation. In the moment when the white light spread, it stepped forward and attacked with all four hooves.
This monster seemed to still retain a trace of the monk's wisdom, and a powerful spiritual sword was still under its control, constantly moving up and down, left and right, around Zhao Shoushou.
When there was still a certain distance between the two sides, the monster with the head of a man and a horse made a silent roar. A special sound wave went straight into his ears, and waves of severe headaches hit his whole body. It was actually a kind of
Special sound attack technique.
When the monster with the body of a centaur and a horse saw that the spiritual technique had the desired effect, a strange smile appeared on its face, and its ponytail flew out of the air.
In the process of getting closer, the horse's tail instantly turned around magnificently, and the originally hard horse hair on it stood up one by one. Its toughness and sharpness must be no less than some second-level low-grade spiritual weapons.
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Moreover, the ponytail, which was originally about one meter long, also continued to grow longer. When it finally appeared in front of Zhao Shoushou, it had turned into a huge, spiked mace, which made people take a breath of cold air.
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If he cannot deal with it effectively, this mutated mace will definitely teach him a profound lesson. Coupled with the spirit sword that has been entangled around him and watching eagerly, his death is an inevitable outcome.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this series of unexpected strange things that many monks have died in the past. Of course, the strength of this monster with the body of a man and a horse is also second to none.
The attacks from the monster were neither subtle nor powerful. Unfortunately, when they were about to arrive in front of Zhao Shoushou, they immediately stopped in place and were unable to move.
A mutated horse tail with astonishing momentum was only a fist away from his head. It could be said that he was really close at hand, and victory or defeat was only a matter of seconds.
"Whether it's a monk or a monster, under the influence of these two black-tailed scorpion poisonous needles, they can only perish here without falling." Zhao Shoushou pushed gently with both hands, which was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. This
The huge monster had fallen to the ground and could not move.
"What kind of monster is this? Where is the monk Ma Yiping who participated in the decisive battle just now?"
"With the head of a human and the body of a horse, the monks participating in the finals are actually practicing the forbidden technique of combining humans and monsters?"
"No wonder we were able to win many times before. Now the world of cultivation is really getting more and more dangerous."
As the mask of light disappeared, the monks couldn't help but discuss the scene in front of them.
"Zhao Shoushou, the winner of the final battle for Hululing Island, was recognized by the Lingdao Alliance and became the next owner of Hululing Island."