Niu Baoguo gathered his energy and chased after him, finally closing the distance with Fan Dazhi. His right arm shook like a whip, and he was about to use his special skill "Five Lightning Whips" again. Suddenly, he seemed to have hit his head against the wall, and his vision suddenly went black... …
Fan Dazhi dodged left and right, but the elder brother behind him was chasing after him. From the corner of his eye, he saw him slumping his shoulders and raising his elbows, and he was secretly on guard.
Thinking of being bounced back by the invisible wall of energy just now, Fan Dazhi's heart moved. He kneaded his fingers, gathered the vitality of heaven and earth in an instant, and laid down a wall of energy in front of him, while his men moved sideways.
Niu Baoguo was not paying attention for a moment and hit his head against the wall of air, causing his body to fall sideways. At this time, Fan Dazhi was still running and while swinging his arms back and forth, his left fist hit Niu Baoguo's face.
What the onlookers in the audience saw was that the two were chasing each other, and Niu Baoguo's body suddenly fell down strangely, and he received a punch from Fan Dazhi on the face.
Niu Baoguo was hit so hard that stars popped out of his eyes, and then there was severe pain in his face. He immediately lay on the ground, motionless, and passed out.
The people watching in the audience were in an uproar...
Fan Dazhi won, but he just laid down a wall of energy as usual, and actually won in a daze.
The supervising teacher loudly announced the results of the competition. Fan Dazhi froze on the spot and had not yet recovered.
The next person to take the stage to challenge Fan Dazhi was Ji Mo, a student from Minshan.
Jimo's long black hair was tied back with a wooden stick, his thin lips were pressed tightly, and his face had a sickly pale look. Although his robe was a bit shabby, he still looked as noble as a prince when he wore it.
Ji Mo looked at Fan Dazhi indifferently and did not make a rash move. After observing for a long time in the audience, he knew that the fat little black man in front of him was actually extremely flexible and had a natural acumen in predicting danger.
The opponent didn't take action, and Fan Dazhi didn't take the initiative to attack. After running for a long time just now, he seemed to be a little hungry. He rummaged around and searched all over his body before taking out a few peanuts from a pocket.
After rubbing the crispy skin of the peanuts and blowing them clean, Fan Dazhi couldn't wait to throw them into his mouth and chewed them.
"I hate people who smack their mouths while eating!"
Ji Mo's voice was as cold as his own. Along with the voice came two small swords, one black and one white. The swords had sharp edges, leaping and circling in the air, like two small snakes, stabbing at Fan Dazhi.
"Ouch!"
Fan Dazhi scurried away with his head in his arms, rolling like a lazy donkey to avoid the black sword that stabbed his calf.
Ji Mo stood still, raised two fingers, and controlled the flying sword from a distance. For a moment, the swords were flying in the ring, and Fan Dazhi was surrounded by danger.
With a "stab" sound, Fan Dazhi's sleeve was cut by the flying sword, almost slicing his arm. Feeling the glimmer of sword light as the flying sword passed by, he muttered to himself: "Conscious control? Sword control? You’re really good at playing!”
Ji Mojian turned around at will, accelerated his offensive, and decided not to give the little black fat man a chance to breathe, and won the competition in one fell swoop.
A few days ago, he had won three games. Now with more and more people being eliminated, as long as he wins this one more, he will have a high chance of entering the top ten.
Ji Mo's fingers changed the sword skills, and he stood calmly and calmly, with a smile on his face that showed victory. The smile was as warm as the sunshine in March.
Just for a moment, Ji Mo's smile froze, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he looked in front of him in disbelief.
"Hey... your flying sword is quite fun. Are they a male and a female?"
Fan Dazhi held the black sword in his hand, turning it over and over like a curious baby, raising his face and asking with a smile.
Ji Mo's spiritual consciousness attached to the black sword had disappeared, just like the silk thread of the kite in his hand being suddenly cut.
He was extremely horrified in his heart. He endured the stinging pain from the sea of consciousness, pulled the white sword with his fingers, and stabbed Fan Dazhi quickly.
"Ding ding ding" a series of crisp metal collision sounds sounded, and the small black sword in Fan Dazhi's hand flew up crookedly and clashed with the white sword.
"Is that so? Hey... let me try your white sword too. I'll see if the two swords can fly together!"
Fan Dazhi looked at the flying swords hovering in the air, clapped his hands and smiled.
"Pfft——"
Ji Mo couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, and the small white sword fell slumped...
The flying sword was connected to his mind, and the black sword's consciousness was wiped out, causing him serious trauma. The two swords struck each other, and the terrifying strength of the opponent's consciousness caused him to collapse instantly.
Because of his powerful spiritual consciousness, Ji Mo can control two flying swords at the same time. He is also famous in Zhixingyuan. However, he never expected that the flying sword of spiritual consciousness that he was proud of would be easily broken by Fan Dazhi, and the opponent The power of his spiritual consciousness is far greater than his own, even more powerful than his own master.
"The light of fireflies dares to compete with the bright moon!"
For a moment, Ji Mo felt a deep sense of powerlessness and secretly laughed at himself in his heart.
"Hey... I hurt you. I'm sorry. I'll give this sword back to you."
Fan Dazhi was avoiding it just now out of pure curiosity. He also tried to control the flying sword with his spiritual consciousness like the other party. When he saw Ji Mo vomiting blood, he suddenly woke up and recalled the black sword with some apology, holding it in both hands and handing it to Ji Mo. Mo.
"Your Excellency... you kept it secret, Ji Mou is convinced that he lost!"
Ji Mo took the flying sword, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and sighed, turned around and walked off the stage.
The audience in the audience was in an uproar again, and there was a buzz of discussion.
"Flying Sword Jimo actually lost? Does this little fat guy have some skills?"
"Didn't you see that he can also fly a sword? He's even better than Jimo!"
"Pretending to understand when you don't understand, that's spiritual consciousness, do you understand? What I'm fighting for is spiritual consciousness attack!"
"Tch, according to what you said, why did Fatty start not using his spiritual consciousness? Since it is spiritual consciousness, why doesn't Fatty have a flying sword? Why did he take Ji Mo's flying sword?"
"You just love to argue..."
“This fat little black guy is pretty awesome, why haven’t I heard of him before?”
"I remembered, this guy once went to the dining hall to eat secretly, and he seemed to have been punished with solitary confinement!
"Hey... when you say that, I have an impression. This guy seems to be that He An's brother!"
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Amid everyone's discussion, another challenger slowly walked onto the ring. This man was wearing a wrinkled gray cloth robe. He was in his twenties, but his forehead was covered with wrinkles. His eyebrows seemed to be worried all year round, forming the word "Sichuan". His face was full of bitterness and hatred, and he looked like an honest and humble farmer who had been unlucky in years of disaster.
After reporting their names, the supervising teacher announced the start of the competition.
The challenger named Tian Xiong hugged Fan Dazhi, and without saying much, he grabbed Fan Dazhi with his big hands spread out.
Tian Xiong's appearance was not shocking, but his movements were extremely swift. He stretched out his arms, and the joints on his body crackled like firecrackers. The strong wind was blowing before his palms could reach him.
Fan Dazhi only felt that the opponent's true energy was like a knife or a halberd, spreading in all directions. No matter which direction he moved, he could not escape the opponent's big dustpan-like hand.
Seeing the big hand getting closer and closer, and you could even see the calluses on the palm of the hand, Fan Dazhi made an action that no one expected.
Tian Xiong's eyes flashed, and the fat little black man in front of him had disappeared.
There were boos from the audience, mixed with chuckles...
Fan Dazhi got out from under Tian Xiong's crotch and flew towards the other side of the ring like a frightened rabbit.
Tian Xiong was stunned for a moment, then turned around and pulled out a short stick from his waist. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Fan Dazhi like an excellent hunter. He took a few steps calmly and swung the stick...
The shadows of the stick were heavy, making the air seem distorted, and like a big net, it enveloped Fan Dazhi.
"Return to the peak of the virtual realm!"
"This is a master!"
Someone in the crowd of spectators exclaimed...
Fan Dazhi felt pressure, unprecedented pressure. This opponent seems to be stronger than the previous two. Tian Xiong seems to be slow, but in fact his movements are extremely fast. His true energy is permeating the air, making people feel like being pricked by needles. When he rushes over, it is like a wall, carrying him with him. It gave Fan Dazhi a strong sense of oppression and suffocation.
"It seems I can't beat this... I have to admit defeat!"
Fan Dazhi secretly thought to himself that he was not a competitive person to begin with. He had always been lazy and weak-tempered. Even to participate in this trial, He An forced him to do so.
The short stick whizzed over and hit Fan Dazhi's shoulder like lightning. At the same time, a faint yellow light group emerged from the ground, wrapping his feet.
As Fan Dazhi retreated quickly, his shoes seemed to have suddenly fallen into a quagmire and he was unable to extricate himself...
"Five Elements Separation Technique?"
Fan Dazhi raised his eyebrows. The light yellow brilliance was clearly the separated earth attribute energy of heaven and earth. The opponent was a master close to the "United Dao Realm" and had obviously understood the "Five Elements Separation Technique".
Fan Dazhi didn't have time to think too much, Tian Xiong's stick had already hit him.
The moment the stick was about to hit, a ball of golden light suddenly bloomed on Fan Dazhi's shoulder, and a golden light appeared out of thin air, as if a round shield blocked the blow from the stick.
Tian Xiong's expression was a little surprised. He picked up the stick again and swept it across Fan Dazhi's forehead...
Fan Dazhi's hands hanging by his waist kneaded quickly, like kneading two pieces of dough, and there was an inaudible rustling sound on the ground, like the sound of seeds breaking out of the ground.
It was as if a few grasses had dug out of the soil and poked out their tender leaf buds, and a few wisps of green light emerged from the yellow light ball on Fan Dazhi's feet. In an instant, the yellow light ball was shattered, and Fan Dazhi quickly retreated like an arrow.
Tian Xiong couldn't help but moved, but he gritted his teeth, the muscles on his cheeks bulged, and he was still unstoppable, swinging the short stick and hitting Fan Dazhi.
"boom!"
The air suddenly became hot. Tian Xiong narrowed his eyes due to the strong light, and his eyebrows became curled. He smelled burnt due to the heat, but there was a biting chill under his feet.
Four flaming fireballs appeared suddenly, surrounding Tian Xiong. Three ice picks as sharp as thorns emerged from the ground, one of which stood dangerously between his legs.
If the other party hadn't been merciful, he might have been severely injured at that moment. Tian Xiong suddenly broke into a cold sweat when he thought of this.
Looking up at the fireballs floating around, and looking down at the shining ice cone under his crotch, Tian Xiong widened his eyes in disbelief and looked at Fan Dazhi in the distance.
