Yang Zhao had just taken two or three steps when a harsh sound sounded in his ears.
"Please note that if you go twenty steps forward, you will meet a contestant. Based on the comparison of the cultivation levels of both sides, please defeat the opponent in three moves. The opponent with more than three moves will win."
She looked around but found no one there, and one thing she was more concerned about was, was she strong enough to defeat the enemy in three moves?
Could it be that the voice fooled her?
She held the gun with both hands, maintained an attacking posture, and took twenty steps forward. Sure enough, a figure emerged from shallow to deep.
When the other party saw the big gun in her hand, he didn't say much to her. He stepped closer and struck her with a palm.
Yang Zhao took three steps back and pierced the opponent's waist with the big gun in his hand.
The man was weak and Liu Fufeng easily dodged the attack. He kicked on the ground with one foot and tried to rush to Yang Zhao's close quarters. Yang Zhao drew back his gun and swept across, heading straight for the man's waist.
The man had no choice but to jump into the air. Yang Zhao quickly changed his moves and flicked the big gun from bottom to top. The opponent had no time to change his moves in mid-air, so he was hit hard and instantly, he was sent flying. When I got out, I huddled on the ground in pain, unable to get up again. It slowly faded and finally disappeared.
At this moment, Yang Zhao heard the sound of victory in his ears.
"Congratulations on your first victory, please move on to the next location."
She carried the big gun and continued forward. This time she took more than ten steps and heard the next prompt.
"Please note that if you go twenty steps forward, you will meet a contestant. Based on the comparison of the cultivation levels of both parties, you need to take three of the opponent's moves before you can counterattack."
Yang Zhao chewed his teeth when he heard this, put down the big gun from his shoulder, and walked over with the gun in both hands.
Sure enough, after twenty steps, a strong force pinned him in place. She struggled hard but found that it had no effect.
A person also appeared on the opposite side. He must have heard the prompt. He circled around Yang Zhao curiously. When he found that she couldn't move, he squatted down and studied the big gun in her hand, still muttering to himself. .
"Is this a weapon condensed from the soul? Don't worry, I'm just looking at it, I won't reach out and move it."
"But asking me to hit a woman who can't move first feels like I'm taking advantage of others."
Yang Zhao was pinned to the spot in embarrassment, watching the other party study the spear in her hand.
"Can you start quickly? I feel a little embarrassed that you are surrounding me like this."
The man replied without raising his head: "I'm not circling around you, I'm circling around this big gun."
If you circle around the dragon gun, aren't you just surrounding me?
Yang Zhao complained in his heart and stopped talking to him.
This person circled Yang Zhao back and forth for more than ten times before starting to attack her. After Yang Zhaoqiang withstood three attacks, he finally swung his spear and shot the person out. The person hit the wall and slowly disappeared.
One move determines victory or defeat.
Yang Zhao felt a little psychologically affected by the man's look. He stood there for a while before continuing to move forward.
"Please note that if you go twenty steps forward, you will meet a contestant. Based on the comparison of the cultivation levels of both sides, you need to blindfold the opponent to win."
Yang Zhao finally discovered that she should be one of the few with the best martial arts among these contestants, otherwise he wouldn't have targeted and restricted her.
She took twenty steps forward, and it was indeed dark before her eyes could see the opponent she was competing with.
There was silence all around. Because her eyesight was limited and there was no sound around her, she didn't realize where the person was.
She even had some doubts about that person's presence.
Yang Zhaozhao did not wait for the opponent to attack, and directly followed his own routine and used the big gun in his hand to make a fuss, trying to protect his own safety.
It's a pity that after playing with the gun for a long time, I didn't feel that anyone was here.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, and a slight sound of wind reached her ears from behind.
Yang Zhao was startled and thrust the spear in his hand back hard. Unfortunately, the other party reacted quickly and did not let him touch him at all.
Having learned her lesson this time, she stood motionless, waiting for the other party to attack so she could catch him. Unfortunately, there was no movement for another long while.
"Which big brother am I talking about? Can you hurry up?"
The other party ignored him and remained quiet.
The competition turned into a tug-of-war, which made her increasingly impatient.
Although Yang Zhao is now a soul, the feeling of hunger has not disappeared, but has slowly increased. She came here hungry, but the other party ignored her, and she felt depressed as if she had been let go. .
"Can't you hurry up? What's the point of taking you so long?"
Although Yang Zhao asked the other party questions again, he actually had the answer in his heart.
This is useful, because the longer time goes by, the worse her mental state becomes. For example, now he feels like there is a fire in his heart, which is getting stronger and stronger and is difficult to put out.
As time went on, Yang Zhao had the urge to eat people. It was real cannibalism. She wanted to eat each other.
At this moment, she keenly noticed a little wind sound coming from the direction of her left ear.
Yang Zhao moved the spear, and the dragon spear circled around her waist, and finally felt a little resistance.
She pursued hard in the direction of the resistance, but the opponent was obviously no match for her. He was not even as fast as her. Finally, Yang Zhao felt that the shot had penetrated something, and finally heard the muffled sound of the opponent.
In order to be safe, Yang Zhao pulled the spear in his hand, flicked the tip of the spear and stabbed several times.
This time the light returned to her eyes.
