nbsp; Xiao Songyuan was startled when he suddenly heard the message from his clan ancestor.
The ancestor reminded me so solemnly that there must be something else that the monk opposite me didn't know about. He couldn't help but secretly feel a little more vigilant.
Seeing another old monk from Shuang Snake Valley on stage, Qin Fengming's expression calmed down. Smiling slightly, he said: "Fellow Daoist Xiao smiled. It was also by chance that Wei managed to defeat the two previous fellow daoists. 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.
He was also very curious about the middle-aged monk in front of him, the old man named Xiao who was hosting the competition. The middle-aged man's face was calm and there was nothing outstanding about him. However, during the competition, he showed off his skills frequently, making it difficult for his opponent to defend against him.
Such a clever and powerful person, even himself, has the idea of accepting Qin Fengming as his disciple.
Seeing the last Twin Snake Valley monk appear on the scene, the scene immediately became silent. This can be said to be an ultimate battle. Both sides have powerful skills. No one can judge who will die at this time.
After both parties stood still and stopped answering, the old man surnamed Xiao Chengdan started to challenge.
Following the old man's 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 flashes, there is no doubt that it is a top-level defensive weapon.
Seeing that the other party was so careful, Qin Fengming smiled slightly in his heart, but he did not 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. Immediately, two black flying snakes more than ten feet long appeared in the air. They were two flying black snakes, and their levels had actually reached the second level of high-grade monsters. level.
The flying black snake is extremely poisonous and is very good at spewing venom. As long as a monk is contaminated with a little bit of it, he may die. And the speed is extremely fast, making it difficult to guard against.
Seeing that the opponent actually had two such powerful spiritual beasts with him, Qin Fengming also swung and released the giant spider. With the huge body shaking, 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. Immediately, the three monster beasts became entangled in the air, and it was difficult to tell the winner.
Xiao Songyuan didn't react much when his spirit beast was blocked. Then he continued to wave with both hands, and a soft object flew out from it. When it spread out in the air, it immediately turned into two huge pieces of silk cloth that were two feet in size.
Qin Fengming looked intently and saw that the silk cloth was flashing with huge energy fluctuations, and it was undoubtedly two top-level spiritual weapons. There are a large number of bright spikes on the silk cloth, as many as thousands.
This is definitely 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 that it would be difficult to deal with this spiritual weapon, he certainly did 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 swing, two giant blades flew out from his sleeves and turned into huge weapons two or three feet long, slashing at two pieces of silk cloth respectively.
"Bang, bang"
With two dull sounds, the two powerful giant blades seemed to be cutting on the dough, without any feeling of impact. Just when Qin Fengming was surprised, he saw two giant blades being thrown out by one of the silk cloths as the silk cloth trembled. It was only under Qin Fengming's spiritual control that he stabilized them again.
This change also surprised Qin Fengming.
After a pause, the two pieces of silk cloth immediately shook and wrapped around Qin Fengming again.
Seeing this, Qin Fengming didn't know how to deal with it for a moment. As soon as he moved, Biyun Lost Movement was used, and he immediately began to avoid 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.
Under the obstruction of the two giant blades, the speed of the silk cloth was greatly affected. It could not wrap up Qin Fengming.
Although Qin Fengming was not in any danger due to his body skills, this situation was not good for him. He had no way to attack the opponent, but he was always on guard, and at the same time, he consumed much more mana than the opponent.
Facing this kind of spiritual weapon, Qin Fengming was unable to deal with it for a moment. If you use fire bombs to attack, but the opponent's spiritual weapon is silk cloth, if you move it and attack with only one side, very few fire bombs will hit it, and it will be difficult to cause much damage to it.
Seeing the swift movement of the middle-aged monk opposite, Xiao Songyuan was helpless for a moment. Although the Yuanyang Thousand Needle Pocket was extremely powerful, its speed was inferior to that of the opponent.
But he didn't show the slightest sign of worry. Until this moment, he had only sacrificed one spiritual weapon. Although it was two pieces of silk cloth, it came in a set. When it was driven, it only needed to consume one. It’s just the magical power of the spiritual weapon.
But the opponent was driving two top-level spiritual weapons while having to dodge. His own magic power is not as deep as his own. The longer it lasts, the more beneficial it is to him. Thinking of this, he naturally 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.
As he was running away, his mind was flashing, and his consciousness was searching carefully in the storage ring on his body, trying to find a spiritual weapon to resist this difficult silk cloth.
Suddenly, a black object appeared in his consciousness. This object was completely black and shaped like an ink bucket. It was obtained from the ink cloud bucket of the monks of the Demon Mountain Sect. This spiritual weapon is extremely evil and can contaminate the opponent's body. Spiritual weapon. Facing these two silk cloth spiritual weapons, it should be very effective.
As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming immediately stopped, and with a wave of his hand, he sacrificed Mo Yun Dou into the air, and 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 spurted out from the huge black thing, and in an instant it became more than ten feet in size. He immediately stopped in front of two pieces of silk cloth. Then it rolled and was wrapped in two pieces of silk cloth.
Seeing that the other party actually sacrificed such an evil spirit weapon, Xiao Songyuan was also shocked, but he only paused for a moment, and then with the urging of his mind, the silk cloth began to shake violently, then rotated at high speed, and he wanted to escape from that. Passed 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, and 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.
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