This special sound was actually similar to the power of a sound attack, and it did not distinguish between friend and foe. It directly acted on the depths of the sea of consciousness of the two monks, and inevitably there was a look of pain on their faces.
"The quality of the broken blade is certainly good, but if you want to use it to make the final decision in a battle between monks of the same level, it is still slightly inferior." Sun Shengyuan's face quickly became more determined.
As the only seventh-level foundation-building monk in the family, he has no room for retreat. He must win the first battle for the family. Three points is something that the Sun family cannot give up easily.
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After the first round of head-on collision, the face of Song Mingming, the eighth-level foundation-building monk opposite, became more and more serious, realizing that his opponent could not be easily defeated.
The mutual testing between the two monks did not last too long. After the first collision, the two late-stage foundation-building monks who wanted to fight quickly did not stagnate for too long, and immediately broke out into more conflicts.
A violent impact.
"Wood Talisman Soldiers, Imperial Order" If you don't make a move, you must go all out. Sun Shengyuan's mana surged in his Dantian, and the Wood Talisman Soldiers twisted in the air. A monk who was about the height of an ordinary person and had a wood-green color appeared all over his body.
between two people.
The wooden talisman soldier's body continuously pulled out green branches one after another, and each branch bounded towards Song Mingming in unison.
The ground that was not long between the two people rolled, and a thick wooden needle appeared out of thin air, trying to directly affect Song Mingming's bottom lane, and it was quite vicious.
"Whoosh" Unfortunately, the opponent the wood-type talisman soldiers faced this time was too strong. The wooden sticks flying in the sky had not yet landed on the monk's body, but they were turned into palm-sized sticks in the waving of the sword shadows in the sky.
Wood strips.
The wooden thorn that appeared was split into two directly from top to bottom under the action of the double sickles, and then withered completely as a burst of rich spiritual power escaped.
The body of the wooden talisman retreated without any warning, and cracks as thin as an arm appeared on its body, almost completely losing its function.
"It's not polite to come back without reciprocating. How would you like, fellow Daoist Song, to taste the taste of my gift in return?" The wood-type talisman weapon lost its function, and Sun Shengyuan's face turned pale. However, this effort was not meaningless. At least the obstacle was successfully completed.
enemies and tasks that delay time.
The three handles were only as thick as a finger, one end was thick and the other pointed like awls. It was a strangely shaped spiritual weapon. The finished shape of the glyph struck Song Mingming.
On the surface, these awls have no obvious features, but at this time, they once again erupted with an astonishing evil spirit.
This evil aura contains a rather special aura of violence. Judging from the situation of this aura, it is even better than the previous Broken Blade.
Three awl-shaped spiritual weapons cut through the void, and there was a harsh sound, and they struck away at a speed that was extremely powerful and completely surpassed ordinary second-level high-grade spiritual weapons.
"Shield" Song Mingming's face was ashen, and he waved his hands, and a shield the size of a human head kept spinning in the air, shooting out streaks of light, forming three different layers of shield walls in front and behind to firmly block the front.
"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom", the three shields didn't last long before they turned into streaks of spiritual light and sprayed out in all directions, no longer taking shape.
After a simple barrier, a strange blood-red color appeared on the three awl-shaped spiritual weapons. Suddenly looking at the circles of blood lines, it seemed that the monks' spiritual consciousness was being forcibly refined into them.
"Use my blood as a sacrifice, Blood Soul Cone," Sun Shengyuan, who was on the other side, seemed to see the hope of victory. There was a rhythmic beating on his chest, and a wound appeared without warning.
The blood essence extracted from the heart beats drop by drop.
All the essence and blood twisted in the air, split into three, and suddenly disappeared. When they reappeared, they had landed on three awl-shaped spiritual weapons.
The essence and blood seemed to be born as a tonic pill for these spiritual weapons. After receiving sufficient support, they directly hit forward with a burst of energy.
At this time, the broken blade, which had been replenished with sufficient mana, rose again, spraying out an extremely rich evil spirit, and collided with the double sickles again.
"Fellow Daoist Song, I accept it." After the evil spirit floating in the air disappeared and smoothed away, the three awls had landed firmly on the three vital edges of Song Mingming.
"My friend Sun Dao is superior in skills, so I surrender." In the face of the ironclad facts, no matter how unwilling you are in your heart, you can only bow your head in front of the public.
"The Sun family, Sun Shengyuan, wins, gaining three points"
At this time, Sun Shengyuan was truly relieved. After paying a heavy price, he finally won the first battle for his family.
The successful final victory this time was mainly due to two aspects. First, Song Mingming's breakthrough in cultivation had not been long enough, and his foundation was unstable, so he could not display his true strength; second, two pieces of evil spirit were contained in the two weapons.
A top-grade spiritual weapon.
As the only late-stage foundation-building monk in the family, Sun Shengyuan naturally has the right to mobilize some treasures from the family's treasury that can improve combat effectiveness.
Both of these treasures were obtained from the auction by the family by chance. By using the evil spirit and hostility in them, they can exert super strong fighting power.
But during the use, these evil spirits and violent spirits will also cause certain erosion to the monks themselves. It can be said that a typical person will kill one thousand enemies and suffer eight hundred losses.
Unless it is under forced circumstances, it will not be used at all. After all, what these violent auras erode is the path that a monk values most.
After this battle, Sun Shengyuan had to rest for at least ten years before he could expel the evil spirit and hostility that had eroded into his body one by one.
As for the hope of victory in the second battle, it is not too high, unless like now, he meets a newly promoted seventh-level monk who has not broken through for a long time. It is obvious that such luck is destined to not always fall on him.
on the body.
As the scorching sun set, this battle came to an end, and the first day's battle basically came to an end. The first round of competition was already halfway through today.
Of the seven foundation-building monks in the Sun family, only Sun Shengmei and Sun Mingsheng, two middle-stage foundation-building monks ranked lower, did not participate in the first round of competition.
In the early stage of foundation building, the entire family wins three games and loses one, earning two points. In the later stage of foundation building, the entire family wins one game and scores three points, earning a total of five points.
It proves that only the difficulty of getting points in the first round of battles is the smallest, especially for small and medium -sized families such as them.
On the extremely huge base, it is possible to draw some opponents with relatively weak strength. Each round of battle is over, and the weakest monks in the same level will be eliminated on a large scale.