[Full text reading] Xiao Songyuan was startled when he suddenly heard the message from the ancestor of his clan.
The ancestor's solemn reminder meant that the monk on the other side must have some other methods that he was unaware of, and he couldn't help but secretly become a little more vigilant.
Seeing another old monk from Shuang Snake Valley on the stage, Qin Fengming's expression calmed down and he smiled slightly and said: "Fellow Daoist Xiao was just kidding. Wei was lucky enough to defeat the two previous fellow Taoists by chance. I hope fellow Daoist Xiao will be merciful during the competition."
Seeing that the monk opposite was not floating in the air, Qin Fengming moved and landed on the stone platform.
I was also very curious about the middle-aged monk in front of me, the old man named Xiao Chengdan Peak who was hosting the competition. This middle-aged man had a calm face and could not see anything outstanding. However, during the competition, he used many tricks to make it difficult for his opponents to guard against.
Such a smart and powerful person, even himself, has the idea of accepting Qin Fengming as his disciple.
Seeing the last Twin Snake Valley monk appear, the scene immediately became silent. This can be said to be an ultimate battle. Both sides have powerful means. Who will win? No one can judge at this time.
After both parties stood still and stopped answering, the old man surnamed Xiao Chengdan made a contest gesture.
As the old man issued the command, a white light shield suddenly appeared in front of Xiao Songyuan. This light shield was extremely thick and appeared to be extremely tough. Judging from the energy fluctuations it flashed, it was undoubtedly a top-level defensive weapon.
Seeing that the other party was so careful, Qin Fengming smiled slightly in his heart, but he didn't make the slightest move. He just stared at the other party closely, as if waiting for the other party to make a move.
After launching the light shield, Xiao Songyuan waved his hands continuously without stopping at all. Suddenly, two black flying snakes more than ten feet long appeared in the air. They were two flying black snakes. Their level actually reached the level of a second-grade high-grade monster.
The Flying Black Snake is highly venomous and is very good at spitting venom. As long as a monk is contaminated with a little bit of it, he may die. It is also very fast and difficult to guard against.
Seeing that the opponent actually had two such powerful spiritual beasts with him, Qin Fengming also waved his hand and released the giant spider. As the huge body swayed, he immediately intercepted the two flying black snakes.
Although the level of spiders is much higher than that of flying snakes, it is extremely difficult to kill two extremely fast-moving flying snakes in a moment under the strong urging of the opponent. The three monsters immediately entangled together in the air and were knocked down for a moment. It’s hard to tell the winner
When his spirit beast was blocked, Xiao Songyuan didn't show any signs of change. Then he continued to wave his hands, and a soft object flew out of his hands. It spread out in the air and immediately turned into two huge pieces of silk cloth that were two feet in size.
Qin Fengming watched intently. The silk cloth was flashing with huge energy fluctuations. It was undoubtedly two top-level spiritual weapons. But there were a large number of bright spikes on the silk cloth, as many as thousands.
This must be the Mandarin Duck Thousand Needle Pocket that Xiao Qinghao mentioned.
Looking at the two huge pieces of silk cloth, Qin Fengming also increased his vigilance. Since Xiao Qinghao solemnly mentioned it, it means that this spiritual weapon must be difficult to deal with. He certainly does not want to stumble in front of this spiritual weapon.
Just when Qin Fengming was concentrating on watching, two pieces of silk cloth were spinning and quickly covering him.
Qin Fengming would not sit back and wait for death. With a wave of his hand, two giant blades flew out from his sleeves, turned into huge weapons two or three feet long, and slashed at two pieces of silk cloth respectively.
"Bang, bang"
With two dull sounds, the two powerful giant blades seemed to have been chopped on the dough without any feeling of impact. When Qin Fengming was surprised, he saw the two giant blades being struck by the shaking of the silk cloth. One of them flew out and was stabilized again under the control of Qin Fengming's spiritual thoughts.
This change also surprised Qin Fengming
After a pause, the two pieces of silk cloth immediately trembled and wrapped around Qin Fengming again.
Seeing this, Qin Fengming didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. As soon as his body moved, Biyun Lost Movement was used, and he immediately began to dodge around the competition arena.
Looking at the phenomenon just now, no matter how many spiritual weapons there are, it will be difficult to effectively block the silk cloth.
Blocked by the two giant blades, the speed of the silk cloth was greatly affected. Even if he wanted to wrap Qin Fengming, he couldn't.
Although Qin Fengming is not in any danger due to his body skills, this situation is not good for him. He has no means to attack the opponent, but he is always on guard and consumes much more mana than the opponent.
Facing this kind of spiritual weapon, Qin Fengming was unable to deal with it for a moment. If he used fire bombs to attack the opponent's spiritual weapon, but the silk cloth was spread out and he only used one side to attack, there would be very few fire bombs to attack, and it would be difficult to attack him. How much damage is caused
Looking at the swift movement of the middle-aged monk opposite, Xiao Songyuan was helpless for a moment. Although the Yuanyang Thousand Needle Pocket is extremely powerful, its speed is not as good as that of the opponent.
But he didn't show the slightest sign of urgency. Until this moment, he had only sacrificed one spiritual weapon. Although it was two pieces of silk cloth, it came in a set. When driven, it only needed to consume the mana of one spiritual weapon.
But the opponent was driving two top-level spiritual weapons while having to dodge. His own magic power was not as strong as his own. The longer it lasted, the more beneficial it was to him. Thinking of this, he stared at the middle-aged monk opposite him with cold eyes without any urgency.
At this time, Qin Fengming no longer wanted to expose the Huomang Talisman, but it was difficult to effectively defeat these two spiritual weapons.
While running away, his mind was racing, and his consciousness was searching carefully in the storage ring on his body, looking for a spiritual weapon to resist this difficult silk cloth.
Suddenly a black object appeared in his consciousness. This object was as black as an ink bucket. It was obtained from the ink cloud bucket of the monks of the Demon Mountain Sect. This spiritual weapon is extremely sinister and can pollute the opponent's spiritual weapon. Faced with these two objects The silk cloth spiritual weapon should be very effective
As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming immediately stopped and with a wave of his hand, Mo Yundou was sacrificed into the air, and it immediately turned into a black object several feet in size.
Under the stimulation of his spiritual thoughts, a ball of extremely foul-smelling black juice suddenly spurted out from the huge black thing. In an instant, it turned into a size of more than ten feet, and immediately stopped in front of two pieces of silk cloth, and then rolled towards the two pieces of silk cloth. wrapped in cloth
Seeing that the other party actually sacrificed such an evil spiritual weapon, Xiao Songyuan was also shocked, but he only paused for a moment, and then with his spiritual thoughts, the silk cloth began to shake violently, and then rotated at high speed, trying to pass under the black juice.
But what surprised him was that as soon as his silk cloth came into contact with the black juice, he immediately felt an extremely dense stickiness coming from him. Even the shaking of the silk cloth became extremely difficult.
Xiao Songyuan, who was extremely experienced in fighting, was shocked. He immediately used his spiritual thoughts to urge the two pieces of silk cloth to break free from the black juice with great difficulty.
