The arena of Jue Tian Peak.
"I am Yu Du. Although all warlocks can participate in this competition, in fact, there is a huge gap in strength between late-stage warlocks and early- and mid-stage warlocks," said a young mage elder. "In order not to waste time, you twenty-one late-stage warlock monks will decide the winner. The winner will be the peak master. Of course, in addition to them, the remaining warlocks can also participate, but during the battle, injuries will inevitably occur. Can, I hope you will consider it carefully."
After Master Yu Du finished speaking, he looked at the arena. No warlock below the late stage warlock participated in the competition. Even if there were mid-stage warlocks who were unwilling to give in and wanted to fish in troubled waters, they would not come to the Juetian Peak Arena.
"Very well, in that case, let the competition begin. The rules of the competition are very simple. The loser will be eliminated directly. Only the person who keeps winning can become the peak master. There is no need to draw lots. You are free to find your opponent, or I can directly "Designated", Master Yudu said easily: "Anyway, we are not strong enough, so even if we win a few more games, it is meaningless. Now, which one of you will play?"
When Zhang Changkong saw it, he was about to go on the field. To be honest, let alone one-on-one, even if it was one-on-twenty, he was confident that he could win. After all, the four mastery-stage spells, although "Secret Technique of Slave Insect" This spell won't be of much use in the fight, unless he brings the King of Steel over. However, even the three mastery stage spells are not comparable to warlocks like them.
Stay when Zhang Changkong is about to play.
An old man and a young man appeared on the ring.
The old man wore a dark green robe, and the young man wore a black robe, with a black cloak on his back.
"Shao Liu, it's time to tell the difference. Let you see that I haven't stayed still for so many years." The old man spoke first.
"Wang Hong, I said, it's useless. Your spell is just suppressed by me. No matter how many times you fight, the result will not change," the young man said calmly.
"Then try it." Old man Wang Hong didn't say much. As soon as the seeds were scattered, four or five big trees rose from the ground, and the roots spread in the direction of Shao Liu.
Shao Liu's robe shook slightly, and dozens of small metal balls rolled down to the ground, and then turned into weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and halberds, and slashed towards Wang Hong.
Both of them have reached the stage of mastering their spells and can change them as they wish.
There was no trace of panic between attack and defense.
Roots, branches, and leaves clashed with metal weapons. Slowly, the two warlocks flew into the sky, and the range of their spells also expanded accordingly.
As time passed, Shao Liu's metallic magic gained the upper hand. Although Wang Hong tried to change the situation of the battle many times, Shao Liu remained calm from beginning to end and did not let Wang Hong take advantage of the situation.
Although they could still continue fighting, it was not of much significance, and Wang Hong and Shao Liu did not seem to be sworn enemies, so Wang Hong readily gave up.
Zhang Changkong watched the two people get off the ring without saying much. The strength of these two people was only average among the late Warlocks.
After the two of them got off the ring, five more groups came on the stage. These five groups seemed to have competed in private, and they decided the winner without showing their true skills in the ring.
One person in these five groups caught Zhang Changkong's attention. This person used light-attribute spells. The light attacks were fast and extremely penetrating. They were more powerful than ordinary spells. However, it was the person who caught Zhang Changkong's attention. At the speed of that warlock, his whole body seemed to turn into light, and he moved as if he was teleporting.
After seeing that no one was on the stage for the time being, Zhang Changkong moved and flew directly to the ring.
When Zhang Changkong was about to invite a fight, a white figure flew into the ring following Zhang Changkong.
Zhang Changkong looked at Lu Wushuang looking at him with hatred, a little confused. Immortal cultivators are generally relatively indifferent to their feelings. Years of cultivation and boring life make family, love, friendship, etc. dim, and sometimes even Hatred will become worthless.
Of course, everything has exceptions, so although Zhang Changkong didn't understand it, it wasn't too strange.
"Zhang Changkong, do you still remember me? Over the years, I have been thinking about revenge for Senior Brother Liang. Back then, you killed Senior Brother Liang without keeping your word. I will definitely kill you." Lu Wushuang thought of Senior Brother Liang. He has always been harsh in words, but secretly he has always taken care of her and saved her life many times. Thinking of this, I can't help but hate Zhang Changkong even more.
Zhang Changkong shook his head, "Back then, you were like an ant in my eyes. Even now, can you still defeat me? It's a joke."
Lu Wushuang's eyes turned red and he stopped talking. A light red mist seemed to appear outside his body, but Zhang Changkong could clearly see that nothing changed around Lu Wushuang, not a trace of mist.
There was no change in his vision, but in his perception, Zhang Changkong seemed to be deep in a sea of blood.
"Is this the artistic conception? What's next is the so-called ultimate spell?"
Zhang Changkong curled his lips disdainfully, what kind of extreme spell is just a further step in the use of spells. Even if you are good at it, can you defeat my fusion of two or even three spells?
Big blood-red trees, with transparent red vines emerging from the ground, branches, roots and vines, seeming to attack Zhang Changkong slowly but quickly. Some trees and vines still have red flowers and pink pollen. Scattered everywhere.
For a moment, Zhang Changkong's curiosity was overwhelmed by the overwhelming blood-red plants.
When Lu Wushuang used her ultimate spell, many people in the arena looked at her. Dressed in snow-white, she was like an elf in the sea of blood.
"Is it over? This extreme spell should have a hallucinogenic effect. The warlock named Zhang Changkong was killed instantly before he could even cast the spell."
"You said you were so powerful, but you didn't expect to be killed instantly by Senior Sister Lu. It's really shameful."
"It's not that Senior Brother Zhang Changkong is not good, it's that Senior Sister Lu is too good."
Many people saw that Zhang Changkong's figure had been submerged by tree roots and vines, and felt that the outcome was decided. These people were all early to mid-term warlocks, and had not even been born with spiritual consciousness.
However, many people looked at Master Yudu's lack of movement, and the serious expressions of the late Warlock brothers, and felt that things were not that simple.
"No way? Senior brother has lost now?" Gan Qianyin said to Liu Ju in disbelief: "Have our efforts these days been in vain?"
"Well, I've had this hunch since my senior brother came to the arena at Jue Tian Peak," middle-aged Li Ziwen said, shaking his head next to Liu Ju.
In response, Liu Ju could only shake his head and smile bitterly. He felt that Senior Brother Zhang Changkong still overestimated himself.
