The second battle has already begun on the field, and Zhao Changhe faces a bearded man.
There are many types of Gu, including those that assist oneself, those that are used to attack like beasts, those that only take effect when entering the opponent's body, and those that create various energy release effects.
At this moment, Zhao Changhe was faced with a strange kind of openness.
A palm strike came, and the flames were blazing.
That's not a palm, it's a flame Gu.
For low martial arts, things like flames and thunder are very incomprehensible. It is not like losing a piece of health every time a fireball is fired in the game. Fire can directly burn people to death... Dibang Yanque does not dare to physically carry thunder. The same goes for flames. Once it is ignited, you will be seriously injured at least.
Therefore, Suzaku's combat power is often overestimated. People always feel that Xuanwu is not as scary as Suzaku. In Maitreya's last battle, Suzaku's fire had little effect on Maitreya's body of a corpse demon. This was the first time Suzaku had encountered this situation since he started practicing. Most of the time, the opponent did not dare to meet her flames head-on.
Zhao Changhe felt that if this kind of Gu got to Middle-earth, at least it would be invincible on the battlefield... I wonder if there are many in number, and would it be difficult to cultivate?
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and the sword was taken out, directly passing through the fire spraying from the front and reaching the palm of the opponent's hand.
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The big Han people are stupid, why are you not afraid of fire?
He stopped his hand urgently, but the subtlety of his palm movements was far inferior to that of Meng Tai just now. How could he avoid Zhao Changhe's sword?
There was a "clang" sound, and his palm suddenly became like gold and stone, blocking the sword!
Copper skin Gu!
But the next moment, the big man still screamed and retreated sharply, his palm was still scratched, and a fiery red Gu worm's head emerged from the palm of his hand. It looked a little cute unexpectedly.
Gu insects can strengthen the skin's epidermis like gold, stone, copper and iron. However, it is a pity that the ancient sword Dragon King is a magic sword. Even if it does not exert special power, its material is just as good as gold and jade.
The big man pushed the Gu insect's head back and bandaged his palms, still puzzled: "Why isn't Protector Si afraid of fire? You didn't use much powerful Qi to dispel the flames?"
Zhao Changhe smiled: "I told you that I also have Gu. My powerful Gu also has the resistance to fire Gu. There should be no conflict."
There is indeed no conflict, but everyone's voodoos have been cultivated for a long time. Not one person can possess countless voodoos. If you find one, just stuff it into your body. What about you, the oiran?
Are you really so lucky? The Gu worms you have cultivated since childhood are so accurate, just right for the opponent in this battle?
This time, even Sisi didn't understand, so she quietly asked Yue Hongling: "How did he avoid the fire?"
Yue Hongling was a little unconfident: "It feels like... he is close to flames and can disintegrate less strong flame energy... This person's flame Gu is just within his acceptable range. Strange, when did he practice it?" Have you used any fire-related techniques?"
Sisi shook her head, I don’t know.
How dare Zhao Changhe tell them that this was the message he and Huangfu Qing had when they kissed each other in the secret realm of Kunggang. That was the Twenty-eight-winged Fire Snake. It's a pity that Huangfu Qing doesn't want to practice dual cultivation, otherwise it wouldn't be difficult to make his flames roll back.
Zhao Changhe took a long breath, held his sword and asked again: "Who else wants to give me advice?"
"Whoosh!" An almost invisible Gu insect attacked from behind.
Zhao Changhe's ears twitched slightly, and on one side of his body, the Gu insect brushed past his neck, killing him directly in a sneak attack!
Zhao Changhe was not polite. He caught up with him with his sword and cut the Gu insect into two pieces.
The Gu insect flapped its wings and dodged the sword with great ease. It turned to the right and flew away, just as it was about to fall into the hands of a tall and thin man.
"Come back!" Zhao Changhe suddenly grabbed his left hand.
A whirlpool of energy surged in front, and the Gu insect seemed to be grabbed by invisible hands. It screamed, but could not even fly out half an inch.
Crane control skill!
The tall and thin man was shocked and reached out to pick up his invisibility Gu. However, the Gu screamed and rushed towards him. The invisible wings scratched the fingers of the tall and thin man, dripping with blood.
The man withdrew his hand urgently. The sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and Zhao Changhe's sword was already directly at his throat!
"Stop!" Lei Zhentang suddenly took action, Miao Dao drew a strange arc, and blocked Zhao Changhe's sword first.
Zhao Changhe flicked his wrist, and the long sword exceeded the laws of physics. He moved half a minute faster and pierced the man's throat before Lei Zhentang could intercept it.
"Clang!" Miao Dao connected with the long sword at this time. The powerful force shocked Zhao Changhe to withdraw his sword and retreat, but the man had already clutched his throat and fell to the sky.
There was an uproar in the hall.
Lei Zhentang pointed at Zhao Changhe and said sternly: "Who allows you to kill someone in a martial arts competition?"
"He used the invisibility Gu to sneak attack on me. If I hadn't dodged, I would have been lying on the ground." Zhao Changhe's expression remained unchanged: "People respect me one foot, and I respect others ten feet. If anyone wants to kill me, then please Go to hell first. I am always fair."
Lei Zhentang said calmly: "Who can be sure whether he just wants to press against your neck to make you admit defeat? In any case, whoever kills first will lose. Who has any opinion?"
Zhao Changhe laughed out loud: "The joint alliance has not yet been completed, but you have already made your statement."
He held his sword and asked again: "Who wants to fight!"
"I come!"
"I come!"
Several men jumped out and looked at each other for a while, all laughing.
Lei Zhentang's expression was as black as the bottom of a pot.
Regardless of the different cultures, the culture of valuing heroes is common.
Others are willing to compete with this magical swordsman, but you have not yet joined forces, so what qualifications do you have to make a decision?
And many people in the field realized that this Si Laoye was facing a wheel battle, and he was not afraid, so heroic - if he could really win to the end, he would have nothing to say, and he should be given a seat, maybe many small tribes would be willing to listen to him They listen to a little more than the other four tribes.
This is what a hero is.
Zhao Changhe looked at Lei Zhentang with a half-smile but said leisurely: "Clan Chief Lei is still standing here, does he mean to compete with me in person?"
Lei Zhentang said: "It seems to be okay?"
"Then Chief Lei has thought clearly. If you win, it's easy to say, but if you accidentally lose in my hands, this Black Miao seat doesn't seem to be very secure..." Zhao Changhe pointed his long sword in the distance, and his smile suddenly faded. : "Do you want a fight?"
Lei Zhentang's expression was uncertain.
It’s not that I think I will lose, but it’s just too ugly.
The patriarch of the most powerful ethnic group, recognized as the strongest person in the field, came out to compete with a small tribe of several hundred people and an unknown guardian in the ring?
Do you feel proud if you win? If he was slightly injured, it would be something that would be talked about and ridiculed for a year. Just think about what happened to Xue Canghai from the Central Plains.
What's more, Si Laoye fought many times in a row and was exhausted. Can he really survive the wheel battle to the end? Let him consume it, and in the end someone else will have the final say.
Thinking of this, Lei Zhentang winked at the group on the side and nodded slightly. Lei Zhentang finally smiled boldly: "I am competing with a young man like you who is just starting out? It's embarrassing. This is your arena, go ahead."
After saying that, he returned to his seat and continued to watch the competition calmly.
Zhao Changhe knew what he was thinking, and smiled nonchalantly. He suddenly took out a wine gourd and took a big sip: "The more you wear brocade clothes, the less heroes you have. It's a pity that a good friend is not here, so there are few people to drink with."
Pan Wan's eyes flashed with admiration, and she asked specifically: "You have fought three games in a row, do you want to rest?"
Zhao Changhe hung the gourd back on his waist, without looking back, and pointed his sword at the field: "It's a grand event, why bother to rest? The Spirit Clan is out of the mountains, testing hundreds of clans with swords. If you have any special means, just come up!"
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PS: It’s late today, the reason why I haven’t been there for a long time: I was reported and need to change some things. You're still messing with me after reading such a clear book, tsk...
I also want to say something to the reporting dog. Your reporting is really useless, because this book is really clean, directional and chivalrous. No matter where you report it, you just change a few small words. It takes less than half an hour, and even my mentality is changed. It won't have any impact...but it will cause tens of thousands of people to call your mother. Is it all worth it?
It’s been a long time since your peers have read this book. After all, not everyone is so retarded. Wipe your red eyes and find another book, be good.
I recommend a book called "I practice more in the mysterious world", written by Gou Dao from both realms. If you are interested, you can read it~
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