Zhao Yu'er didn't speak. She was not surprised at all by today's competition. In the middle of the night yesterday, Qin Tianxue went to find her again and conveyed Elder Miao's order to her...
Thinking of this, Zhao Yu'er quickly condensed the magic formula and used the wind cone technique again.
Whoosh!
The huge wind cone immediately shot towards Nangong Cheng!
Nangong Cheng's expression remained unchanged. Just when the wind cone hit him, he raised the hammer and hit it hard!
boom!
With a deep sound, the wind cone shattered immediately!
Seeing this scene, Zhou Tu's expression suddenly changed slightly. There was something weird about Nangong Cheng's hammer! The opponent obviously didn't use much force, but he easily broke Zhao Yu'er's wind cone technique. This is an intermediate spell!
"Do you recognize this talisman in Nangong Cheng's hand?" Zhou Tu immediately asked Ning Yu next to him.
"This is a spell-breaking hammer, specializing in breaking spells. Senior Brother Nangong once used this talisman to compete with inner disciples." Ning Yu immediately replied.
"Can any spell be broken?" Zhou Tu asked suspiciously. If that were the case, wouldn't Nangong Cheng be immediately invincible? As long as you have this hammer in your hand, no spell can hurt the opponent!
"It can break most spells, and there is a time interval." Ning Yu replied.
Zhou Tu nodded.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
At this time, Zhao Yu'er used the Wind Cone Technique several times in succession, but Nangong Cheng used the breaking hammer to break them easily.
After blocking Zhao Yu'er's series of attacks, Nangong Cheng then took out a horn-like talisman and blew it hard.
Woo——
The sound of the trumpet spread throughout the entire Dharma Discussion Arena, and immediately after, heavy fog suddenly appeared on the arena! The figures of Nangong Cheng, Zhao Yuer and Deacon He were all covered by the thick fog, and no shadow could be seen at all!
Boom boom boom...
The sound of fierce fighting was heard in the fog, but the disciples in the audience could not see anything!
Zhou Tu then cast his Magic Eye Technique and looked towards the fog, but the fog was extremely unusual and blocked his Magic Eye Technique's prying eyes!
"This is the talisman spirit fog horn. It can summon the spirit fog that blocks detection methods. Once you are trapped in the spirit fog, you will be no different from a blind man! Senior Sister Zhao is in danger now!" Ning Yu said immediately.
"Lingwu Horn..." Zhou Tu suddenly pondered. The two talismans on Nangong Cheng's body are both very special! Especially this Spirit Mist Horn, even if he falls into this Spirit Mist, he will become very passive! Not knowing where the opponent is, or from which direction the opponent's attack will suddenly come, is equivalent to fighting with the opponent blindfolded!
Boom boom boom... bang bang bang...
The battle is still going on. I can only listen to the sound, but I don’t know which side has the advantage. However, Zhou Tu knows that this spiritual mist may be helpless to ordinary disciples, but with Zhao Yuer’s cultivation level, this spiritual mist can only do anything to ordinary disciples. It causes a bit of trouble...
Half an hour later, the sound of fighting in the spirit mist gradually subsided.
At this time, all the disciples were staring at the ring. The fighting was over, and Nangong Cheng and Zhao Yuer must have decided the winner!
The spiritual mist gradually dissipated, and Nangong Cheng stood in the middle of the ring with a pale face. There was only one handle left on the spell-breaking hammer in his hand. The head of the hammer fell on a corner of the ring. The spiritual mist horn was not seriously injured, but on his chest The clothes were torn, with a clear palm print, and a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. It was clear that he had suffered a lot of injuries in the battle just now!
Compared to Nangong Cheng, Zhao Yuer seemed to look even worse. Both of her arms were covered with scars from being twisted by sharp weapons, and they were a bloody mess! At this moment, he fell to the ground, vomiting blood, and finally stood up!
"Senior Sister Zhao, I accept the concession!" Nangong Cheng said weakly.
"Ahem, cough...you win!" Zhao Yu'er reluctantly replied, and quickly took out the pill and swallowed it.
"Nangong Cheng wins!" Deacon He announced immediately. After the two of them walked off the ring, he continued: "Next match, Zhang Yuan vs. Wu Yong!"
Zhou Tu didn't look at Zhang Yuan and Wu Yong who walked onto the ring. He kept his eyes on Zhao Yu'er. As soon as Zhao Yu'er stepped off the ring, his face returned to normal instantly and he didn't look like he was vomiting blood anymore. The opponent lost on purpose!
Realizing this, Zhou Tu was in a good mood for a moment, and he could now strive for first place with all his strength! In addition, I will pick another time later and ask Zhao Yuer about the specific battle situation just now and whether Nangong Cheng used that trump card...
Just when Zhou Tu was thinking this, Zhang Yuan and Wu Yong were already standing on the ring, ready to fight.
Zhang Yuan's face was expressionless. To him, it didn't matter who his opponent was! Even if he meets Nangong Cheng, he can still fight! But Wu Yong's face was solemn. He knew the gap between himself and his opponent. If he met Ning Yu or Ding Chenyi, he would be absolutely sure to win! But Zhang Yuan's strength is very terrifying. Unless the opponent makes the fatal mistake of being careless and underestimating the enemy just like Bai Yedong just now, his chance of winning is very small!
"Start!" At this time, Deacon He suddenly shouted.
Swish, brush, brush...
Wu Yong took the lead, and the eight wind blades immediately slashed towards Zhang Yuan!
A wall of ice suddenly formed in front of Zhang Yuan, and the wind blade slashed into the ice wall without leaving even a single gap!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yuan instantly fired more than twenty frost arrows and shot them at Wu Yong!
Wu Yong immediately used the wind movement technique, quickly dodged left and right, and quickly avoided more than twenty frost arrows.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuan was not surprised, and then more than twenty frost arrows were shot at the opponent...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Whizzing……
Zhang Yuan unleashed waves of frost arrows, but Wu Yong did not dare to confront him head-on and kept dodging. The entire arena was soon filled with frost arrows!
At this time, Zhang Yuan suddenly played a few magic formulas and shouted coldly: "Broken!"
boom! ! !
The next moment, all the frost arrows on the stage shattered at the same time! The temperature in the air dropped suddenly!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
At this time, Zhang Yuan cast a spell again, and more than twenty frost-cold arrows were shot at Wu Yong!
Wu Yong had the Wind Movement technique to increase his speed. He hurriedly tried to dodge, but found that his body was extremely stiff, and even the movement of spiritual energy in his body was a little sluggish!
"Intermediate level spell, Heavenly Cold Technique!" Wu Yong was suddenly shocked. Just now Zhang Yuan made all the frost arrows explode. It was an intermediate level spell! Even though he was always on guard against the other party, he was unknowingly caught in the attack!
Wu Yong hurriedly held his breath. Now the air was full of the coldness of Tianhan Technique. If he inhaled this air, his body would become stiffer and stiffer, and his spiritual energy would move slower and slower!
Immediately afterwards, Wu Yong took out a black iron shield, which was a defensive talisman. He immediately activated the talisman. The surface of the shield looked unchanged, but if you look closely, you can see that there were circles and circles on it. Cyan texture...
Boom boom boom! ! !
Five of the more than twenty frost arrows hit Wu Yong's iron shield. Wu Yong stood firm, and the five frost arrows were shattered by the iron shield!
After blocking the attack, Wu Yong immediately took out a large number of talismans and threw them towards Zhang Yuan...
