Li Xinshu and Qiao still acted as the adjudicators. They used mana and demon power to mark the competition venue again, and said a few rules and regulations. The competition between Chang Siguo and Qing Meng began immediately. One person and one demon did not mention the lottery conditions. Who can Everyone understands what's going on.
Fighting is common among the demon clan. Fights can occur for survival, grudges, or just plain distaste.
Even if a more formal battle like this involves an adjudicator, there will be no complicated paperwork.
All based on verbal restraint, life and death are self-reliant, and there is no mercy.
Chang Siguo had a Chi Bei Dao in his hand, with a murderous look in his eyes. As he jumped, the afterimage was like an illusion, and he was killing the charming woman fifty miles away. The gray blade left an incomprehensible trajectory, flying left and right in the air. Flash.
The woman giggled a few times, and in the light of the sword, her figure turned into nothingness and blue mist.
Chang Siguo's body was filled with blazing lavender light. He held the Chi Bei knife in front of him and stopped.
In an instant, he fell into the thin green mist that was everywhere, and his sight was boundless.
He had fought against the demon cultivators of the Green Fox Tribe twice a long time ago, especially the time when he killed Qing Ling, a woman in black. He had seen many of the Green Fox Tribe's strange illusions combined with fox dance. He was waiting for an opportunity to kill Qing Ling with one strike. Chance to kill.
Using the Sky Eye Technique, he could see countless shadows floating in the mist, clusters of illusions, sharp claw shadows and sword shadows intertwined, surrounding him without attacking, and it was obvious that the opponent was also looking for the best opportunity to take action.
Chang Siguo held his left hand in his wide cuff, holding a ball of purple light that slowly rotated like the scorching sun in his palm. There was an invisible layer of restraints, so the purple light was not visible.
"Buzz", countless sonic needle shadows stabbed from the green mist, attacking suddenly from all directions.
I often think about holding the knife and standing still, while the protective fire on my body flows continuously.
All the stabbing needle shadows turned into smoke and dissipated the moment they touched the restriction, causing large ripples.
The purple flowers are fluttering like small flowers, gorgeous and elegant.
The sound of "chichi" lasted for more than ten breaths. Chang Siguo slowly turned his body, with sharp eyes, using his movements to search for the movement of his hidden opponent, consuming his divine energy to resist the fox demon's harassing attack.
When he was fighting with Jun before, Jun had figured out his identity as a god cultivator, so there was no need to hide it.
"Elder Chang, your protective method is quite interesting. I can't find any flaw in my Fox Dance Phantom Kill. I wonder if I can give you some advice?" In the mist, Qingmeng's erratic voice came out, revealing a different kind of melody and charm.
The restraints on Chang Siguo's body flowed quickly and slowly along with the other party's words, defusing invisible attacks.
His spirit was stable and he had the protection of the fire-returning barrier, so the fox demon's phantom voice had little effect on him.
"The random and wild ways have made the Fang family laugh."
"Elder Chang's spiritual cultivation technique is so brilliant. He must have received guidance from a master. Elder Chang is humble."
Qingmeng's words were polite, and he was as relaxed as chatting about homely things.
The fog slowly rotated and began to become thicker. The fine sword light moved with the fog, concealing and concealing murderous intent. At this moment, Chang Siguo, who was alert and turning, muttered something vague.
Qing Meng asked: "Elder Chang, what did you say?"
"I said……"
Chang Siguo let go of the purple blazing sun he was holding in his left hand, and added softly: "The divine energy shines everywhere!"
Thousands of rays of light, sharp and domineering, pierced and cut through the layers of green mist, turning the Fox Dance Phantom Killing Formation carefully arranged by the fox demon into a sieve, riddled with holes.
Caught off guard, Qing Meng let out a scream, and the mist shrank back suddenly.
Her magical power was fused with demon consciousness, and she was at the threshold of release, and she suddenly suffered a heavy blow from the blazing Yang Gang.
Chang Siguo, who used his Heavenly Eye Technique to its fullest, caught the traces of the fox demon hiding about ten miles away from his side. Without turning around, he slashed diagonally with Chi Bei's knife in his right hand, creating a gray blade light.
The sword intention that has been cultivated for more than sixty years can cut through the fog and restore clarity to the world. The magical skill of cutting the sky is at your fingertips.
Driven by the divine energy, the strange ferocity of Jiantian's attack was fully displayed.
The sound of the knife roared like a tiger, shocking hundreds of miles away.
"damn it……"
Qingmeng yelled, and she was forced to reveal a flaw by the opponent's sudden bright light like fire.
It's so insidious to plot against her in such a way.
Locked by the sharp sword light, she had no way to hide at this moment.
The feeling of extreme danger made her hair stand on end, and a small half-foot-long scimitar appeared in her hand, which seemed to be carved with teeth. She blocked the light of the increasingly magnificent gray knife.
On the eve of the collision, the sound of knife whistling suddenly increased, and the green mist that gathered rapidly was stagnated.
"Bang", a strong light burst out, sweeping away all the fog.
The rugged Gobi Desert for dozens of miles undulated like waves, pushing out winding sand dunes. The terrain changed and there was no grass left. The power of this attack was even more dangerous than the previous head-on confrontation with Jun.
Qing Xun, who had always been full of hatred towards Chang Siguo on the sidelines of the game, his expression changed drastically.
When did that human being become so powerful? Her impression still lingered outside Sanyu City.
Even though she heard that the human being was favored by two super sects, she did not believe it when she saw it, thinking that it was a cunning human being who was bluffing. At this moment, the fog disappeared in the arena, and she could see clearly that Qingmeng, the seventh-level master of the clan, was behind a sword. , was being attacked by that savage human at close quarters with his fists, and he couldn't even escape as he was entangled.
Seeing the danger, Qing Xun rolled his eyes and pinched the claws in his sleeves. He was about to perform a clever illusion to quietly buy half a breath for Qing Meng in the field. Suddenly, his body stiffened. Locked with demon consciousness.
"Those who interfere with the competition will die!"
Jun's emotionless voice was transmitted coldly.
Qingxun had no choice but to give up her helping hand. She didn't expect that Jun, who had just been defeated, was going to ruin her good deeds. He also deliberately avoided the direction of the companion brought by the human. He was really a stone-headed person who didn't understand.
The extremely fast six stacks of powerful fists were as violent as raindrops, hitting Qingmeng until his original shape was revealed.
A huge green-furred fox was bleeding from the nose and mouth, and its skin was torn all over. The claws of its two forelimbs were stretched to the left and right. It tried its best to resist all kinds of tricky fist attacks. She wanted to escape, but under the control of the opponent's fist shadow, she could slip in which direction to meet him. Hers are all endless punches.
This insidious human being was always faster than her and intercepted her from the direction she wanted to escape.
Passive, never been so passive before.
If you take the first move, you will lose everything, and you will be beaten passively everywhere.
She had already been injured by the weird and sharp knife earlier, and her internal organs were injured. She did not have time to heal the injury, and she continued to resist the opponent's fist attacks that she could just withstand. Her energy became more and more impure, and the injuries accumulated. Congestion and vomiting blood.
Chang Siguo fought heartily, and two consecutive matches allowed him to let go of his hands and feet and fight without any scruples.
Some of the key points of physical training and boxing techniques that I had studied in seclusion for the past ten years were suddenly enlightened.
When attacking smoothly, the fist power has accumulated to a certain extent without realizing it.
He took advantage of the situation and punched out, and felt a difference. It seemed that this punch had the power to change the color of the world.
Full of fists, fearless.
He has the audacity to ask the sky with one punch and the whole world will be convinced.
He didn't have time to understand more, and shouted: "Just take a punch from me!"
The seven fist shadows were superimposed in an instant. Compared with the seven stacks of strength that were completed by borrowing divine energy to make tricks, it was three points more pure and two points more arrogant!
This is the real Qidian Jin, and the punch seems to be without the restraints of heaven and earth.
He touched the threshold of the realm of Seven Tribulations.
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