Following the irritable monk who took the lead in scolding, the overwhelming voice urging war swept across like a wave. However, Zhao Fan just lay on the ground indifferently, like a bloodless salted fish, letting the mountain shake and the earth shake...
That elegant woman is not in such a good mood as Zhao Fan. She has little experience to begin with. As the pinnacle of Xuanjie, she has become the focus of the participants and the audience in the entire war zone. Especially the pressure brought by the audience is huge. After all, The existence of the Earth Rank is measured in units of thousands, and they are often the mainstay of great forces. Therefore, although there was no time limit, she did not dare to delay any longer for fear of upsetting the big shots.
Finally, the elegant woman gave up the charm she was best at and switched to a direct attack method. A soul elemental weapon appeared in her hand. However, it was only a middle-grade elemental weapon. The increase in strength could not achieve a qualitative change. .
The elegant woman took the soul weapon and struck at Zhao Fan!
A purple light blade fell on the ground, causing ripples in circles, and the ground of the battle platform splashed like torn sand as the purple light blade rushed towards the target.
Zhao Fan moved sideways and cleverly avoided it. Not only that, the purple light blade just brushed against the toe of his shoe.
"This body technique?"
Seeing this scene, the elegant woman was startled for a moment, and realized that the other party's promotion to the third round was definitely not purely based on luck, because her earth-shattering purple blade contained her own ultimate power, which was by no means an ordinary mystery. Can be dodged in the later stage.
But Zhao Fan avoided it so easily.
However, the elegant woman felt that this should be the limit of the former. If not, how could she have been almost hit?
Hands moved on the battle stage.
The curses among the monks in the audience suddenly became much quieter, but the scene was not intense at all. It was really boring. Who likes to watch novices pecking each other?
However, there is no time limit for each round of the battle for Dragon Soul Grass. You can only enter the fourth round after the elegant woman and Xuanjie are finished in the later stage.
It is worth mentioning that most of the other soul cultivators who advanced to the fourth round on the battle stage were not only not bored at all, but also very grateful.
The interval between each round is only one stick of incense. Those who have little knowledge, are consumed a lot and are injured mean that they have more time to recover and prepare for the battle. Therefore, they hope that the opponent's battle stage will be delayed as long as possible. …
It lasted for nearly a stick of incense.
During this period, Zhao Fan symbolically used ordinary methods six times, which seemed to be very suitable for his current rank. None of them exceeded his rank, but they were all smashed by the elegant woman in an understatement.
"Brother, it's better to admit defeat. You can't beat me." The elegant woman advised with a somewhat anxious expression. However, she also couldn't touch the opponent. No matter what method she used, she almost hit the target, but it was just like that. At one point, he was avoided by Kankan.
It's as if a slippery loach is impossible to catch!
Zhao Fan grinned and said, "Miss, I have no habit of admitting defeat."
"Damn..."
The elegant woman's face and temperament were instantly confused. She looked ferociously at the mediocre-looking late-stage Xuanjie, and her mood was also confused. She didn't care about calculating the consumption of soul power, and started a crazy output mode, one after another. The soul offensive is carried out without any gaps.
As a result, Zhao Fan jumped up and down and avoided it cleverly.
After a while, the elegant woman was about to launch her soul offensive again. Halfway through the concentration, she suddenly lost her temper. She suddenly realized that her soul power had been exhausted!
At this moment, she was like a tigress that had lost its claws. She had nothing to rely on except her physical body as her soul ascended to the peak of the Xuan level!
However, the physical body is at the bottom of this level!
Hand-to-hand combat?
In that case, the advantages would be almost indistinguishable from those of soul cultivation at the late Xuan level.
Zhao Fan, on the other hand, smiled as if his conspiracy had succeeded, and walked towards the elegant woman while flexing his wrist.
"you……"
The elegant woman said in shock and anger: "Have you been waiting for me to run out of soul power?"
Zhao Fan nodded honestly and said, "You guessed it right. Come on, let's fight hand-to-hand. It just so happens that I have been tempered by spiritual liquid. In terms of physical body, the strength is comparable to that of the bottom of the Xuan Rank. Who is afraid of whom!"
The elegant woman gritted her teeth and got into a fight with Zhao Fan, but what she suffered was that the other party had residual soul power. Although the power of the offensive was a small level lower than hers, the impact was still there. Besides, she doesn't know the art of close combat at all, she just scratches and kicks without any image like a shrew.
On the other hand, Zhao Fan seemed to have transformed into a fighting master. While taking action, he also explained to himself:
"Left hook!"
"Right hook!"
"Spinning kick!"
"360-degree spin kick in the air!"
The other soul cultivators on the battle stage, as well as the eyes in the auditorium around the battle area, were all stunned.
The duel between soul cultivators has turned into a close-quarters fight!
The elegant woman at the peak of the Xuan level was even more powerless to resist. She was full of flaws and became a sandbag prop in Zhao Fan's fighting show. She was nothing more than a beautiful sandbag.
"Ahhh!"
The elegant woman screamed with her nose bruised and her face swollen. She really couldn't stand it anymore. Even if the opponent's attack was not fatal, it could cause minor injuries, and minor injuries accumulated over and over again would lead to qualitative changes, and even the chest was attacked. My face was swollen, and the worst part was that my face was disfigured!
So much so that she collapsed and jumped directly from the edge of the battle stage, "Rogue, rogue!"
Then he lay on the ground and cried in grievance.
Zhao Fan stood on the stage and saluted the elegant woman with a guilty look on his face, "I accept."
"..."
After the elegant woman heard this, she cried even more violently.
Many participants and spectators saw with their own eyes that an elegant beauty had become like this in close combat, and they all cast angry looks at Zhao Fan with pity. However, the weakest participant in the late stage of the Mysterious Level once again used an unusual way. method, and advanced to the fourth round of the knockout rounds with difficulty!
Zhao Fan sat alone on the ground, panting for air, looking like he had reached the limit of exhaustion.
…
"Wucao, as expected of Brother Zhao, he is so simple and rude to the female benefactor." After Shenxiu was surprised, he smiled and said to his senior fellow apprentices: "But, I like it."
City Lord Zhankun and Xueying looked at each other speechlessly. The former confirmed his previous guess. The mediocre-looking but heaven-defying late-stage Xuanjie was really showing weakness and minimizing his presence. Therefore, after winning three games in a row, But it is full of moisture...
In the Quicksand Pagoda, Su Meiyu and Chen Qianlei couldn't help but laugh. Their junior brother's acting skills were simply amazing. If he hadn't known his true strength in advance, he might have been fooled like the audience and participants.
In Seventeen's mobile palace, all the girls clapped their hands and applauded, because the elegant woman had seduced Brother Fan right from the beginning, causing unknown fire to burst into their hearts.
…
The third round ended here.
The recovery time of a stick of incense is over, and the battle stage is like before. The adjacent ones merge into one, and the area of the field is doubled again. By the time of the final round, the entire battle area will become two souls. The place where Dao Tianjiao competes!
On Zhao Fan's battle stage, an ugly-looking lame man stood in front of him. His facial features were actually quite good-looking, but the skin all over his body, including his face, was pitted like a toad's back. There were even There was still yellowish pus oozing from the skin pits.
"Your way of winning is dirty and disgusting." The lame man looked at Zhao Fan with disdain and said.
"Well……"
Zhao Fan hugged his fists in embarrassment and thought to himself that he finally met someone with lower looks than him. It seemed that there was nothing wrong with being mediocre in appearance.
However, he did not make a fuss about his appearance to verbally mock his opponents. This is the bottom line of his moral quality.
"Please enlighten me."
Zhao Fan nodded and said.
"Should I send you down, or should you roll down by yourself?" the lame man asked calmly.
"What if I am lucky enough to advance to the fifth round again?" Zhao Fan shrugged and smiled.
"In front of me, this possibility does not exist."
The lame man stopped talking nonsense. With a thought, he activated his soul power. At the same time, the dense pits on his skin and pus spurted out countless lines of fishy yellow water like springs. Irrigation in the direction of Zhao Fan!
"day!"
Zhao Fan sensed it for a moment and realized that the fishy yellow pus, in addition to containing quasi-earth-level power, was also extremely toxic!
This is a tough one!
Zhao Fan was so frightened that he rolled over and tried to escape.
But those fishy yellow water lines actually have a tracking effect, changing their trajectory as the target moves...
