490 platforms enter the battle at the same time!
This is the first time that there is a "treasure tower" treasure-winning race.
None of the contestants had any experience in this type of competition before.
Therefore, on each Taoist platform, the fighting disciples took their own measures to deal with the existence of the treasure tower.
Some disciples rushed to the treasure tower to get their weapons and magic weapons as soon as the battle started.
Some disciples gave up their weapons and magic weapons to counterattack their opponents.
Others took advantage of the opponent to pick up weapons and magic weapons and immediately launched a sneak attack on the opponent.
Road No. 19.
The two sides fighting were Feng Kuo, a disciple of Fenglei Immortal Pavilion, and Zhou Huan, a disciple of Netherworld Sacred Pavilion.
Zhou Huan immediately jumped up towards the treasure tower to pick up his flying sword.
Feng Kuo decisively chose a sneak attack. When he also jumped up, he unleashed a fierce palm force on Zhou Huan!
Bang!
Zhou Huan was hit with a palm in his abdomen, his lower abdomen was deeply dented, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
But at the same time, Zhou Huan also successfully picked up his middle-grade flying sword, and used his backhand to strike Feng Kuo with a terrifying sword light!
With a middle-grade treasure in hand, your combat effectiveness will be greatly improved!
Feng Kuo was caught off guard. In an instant, he was cut in half by a sword beam!
Platform No. 19, the battle is over!
The winner, Netherworld Holy Pavilion, Zhou Huan!
The entire Tenglong Dojo screamed in surprise.
"Damn it, this battle ended too quickly!"
"On the No. 19 platform, from the start of the battle to the end, it only takes two breaths in total!"
All the inner sect monks were shocked.
With the addition of the treasure hunt, the Tao Tai competition seems to have become even more cruel.
Killing first or grabbing the treasure first, this is a difficult decision.
But this problem is real and is happening all the time in the battle for treasure in the ancient secret realm.
Immediately afterwards, Taoist platform No. 45, Taoist platform No. 122, Taoist platform No. 139, Taoist platform No. 195...
Each platform, one after another, quickly ends the battle!
In just five breaths, there were a total of nineteen Taoist platforms, and the winner was determined.
The battle ended so quickly that everyone could not imagine.
Road No. 7.
Luo Fu and Wang Zhonghai also witnessed the tragic current situation of other Taoist platforms.
For a moment, Wang Zhonghai frowned and quickly directed his vigilant gaze at Luo Fu.
He quickly weighed in his mind whether to take off his flying sword first or fight Luo Fu directly with his bare hands.
After all, Luo Fu did not hang any weapons or magic weapons.
At this moment, Luo Fu, who was opposite him, had a calm look and seemed to be motionless.
Wang Zhonghai smiled evilly and licked his lips: "Luo Fu, I know what your plans are."
"You want to take advantage of me to pick up the flying sword, so secretly..."
"ah!?"
call!
A scene that surprised everyone appeared.
On the No. 7 platform, Na Luo Fu actually waved his palm directly and knocked away the flying sword hanging on the treasure tower.
After the flying sword was knocked away, it happened to fly straight towards Wang Zhonghai.
Wang Zhonghai was caught off guard and subconsciously caught his flying sword in his hand.
He stared at Luo Fu blankly, unable to react for a while.
Luo Fu? He took the initiative to give the flying sword to Wang Zhonghai! ?
Opposite him, Luo Fu had an expressionless face and stared at Wang Zhonghai calmly: "Are you satisfied?"
Wang Zhonghai was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed loudly: "How dare you not take me seriously!"
"I will break off your arms and legs first, and then force you to reveal the full attribute elixir spectrum!"
"Sub-immortal level, phaseless beast immortal art - sixth level, night leopard tears the moon!"
In the Wuxiang Beast Pavilion, the twelfth strongest disciple, Wang Zhonghai, immediately released the power of emperor-level illusions and the power of emperor-level beasts!
The two emperors are immortals!
The power of immortal-level attributes, coupled with the extremely high state of Palace Soul Dzogchen.
In an instant, the power of the two attributes of the phantom beast filled the No. 7 platform crazily!
In the dreamlike power of attributes, a black outline quickly solidified.
Seeing the opportunity, Wang Zhonghai immediately slashed a sword beam of a hundred feet in the direction of Luo Fu!
Roar!
A black night leopard that was completely black and ten feet long suddenly sprinted out and grabbed the sword in its mouth!
That night leopard had a strong and vigorous posture, and the muscles all over his body were extremely smooth and solid.
It moved like lightning and immediately sprinted towards Luo Fu in a roundabout way, its trajectory forming a "Z" shape.
Moreover, every time Ye Bao sprinted, it was as fast as lightning, like a black lightning, galloping on the platform, constantly approaching Luo Fu.
"What a speed!"
"Is that the sub-immortal level technique from the Phaseless Beast Pavilion? It's too powerful!"
"I've never seen such speed!"
"I have seen the Wuxiang Beast Pavilion's holy-level sect-suppressing technique before. The phantom beasts condensed by it are as fast as afterimages. But compared with the phantom beasts condensed by the current sub-immortal-level techniques, the speed is simply worthless. Lift it!"
"Hey, how did you see that phantom beast? Why can I only see streaks of black lightning, sprinting back and forth!"
"hiss……"
The power of the sub-immortal level skills frightened the large number of disciples in the audience.
The disciples of Gonghun Dzogchen could only vaguely see the outline of the night leopard.
The disciples below the Palace Soul Dzogchen level couldn't even see the outline of Ye Bao. They could only see streaks of black lightning flying back and forth!
"Oops!" Concubine Nangong was worried. She stared at Luo Fu on the No. 7 platform and said anxiously: "Luo Fu has not practiced the sub-immortal level skills at all!"
All the elders of the four arts were also shocked: "Oh no, no, no, no, I know the sub-immortal level skills are very strong, but I didn't expect them to be so strong!"
"I thought Luo Fu still had the strength to fight, but now it seems that Luo Fu can't even see the opponent's attack clearly!"
"Luo Fu, don't show off, give in quickly!"
On platform No. 7.
That night, the leopard was as fast as lightning. With a sword in its mouth, the leopard sprinted like lightning.
Every time he sprinted, the sword light in his mouth cut a crack in the space with a scoff!
Sword Light is also a technique in the Immortal Art of the Phaseless Beast. It is a sword move used to coordinate with the phantom beast!
The Naya Immortal level sword light was more than a hundred times stronger than the ordinary sword light, and could cut through space easily.
call out!
call out!
call out!
After a few twists and turns, the fantasy beast Night Leopard was only twenty feet away from Luo Fu!
And its weird and circuitous route was precisely to prevent Luo Fu from effectively dodging, let alone counterattack Ye Bao.
How to make a comeback when you can't see any trace of your opponent!
"Hahaha, Luo Fu, let's capture him without hesitation!" Wang Zhonghai laughed wildly!
opposite.
Luo Fu's expression was extremely calm, but his pair of starry eyes were staring straight at Wang Zhonghai.
His eyes didn't move, which meant that he didn't search for the night leopard's trajectory at all!
Well, Luo Fu nodded silently.
It seems that the sub-immortal level skills sent back by Elder Mo Wentian have indeed greatly improved the strength of the inner sect disciples.
Today's powerful inner sect is no longer the same as in the past.
but……
Inner sect disciples are by no means the only ones who have improved in their skills.
Luo Fu's skills have also improved, and even more!
"Oh no, no, no, no, Luo Fu is motionless. Why is he still in a daze? He must not be able to see Ye Bao's movements or even where Ye Bao is!" Chief Luo Yusheng of Wandao Shenyuan Pavilion , feeling anxious.
"If Luo Fu dies in the inner sect competition, Gaozu, he will definitely not let me off lightly!"
"Luo Fu, move quickly!" Luo Yusheng was so anxious that he stood up and shouted loudly, regardless of his identity: "Hurry up and admit defeat!"
The next moment!
That Ye Bao arrived in front of Luo Fu!
But I saw a bolt of black lightning, holding a terrifying sword light in its mouth, and instantly arrived within a stone's throw of Luo Fu!
Among the 50,000 disciples of the Qiankun Pavilion, some were panicking and screaming, and some female disciples had already covered their eyes, unable to bear to see Luo Fu's miserable end.
A critical moment!
So close!
Extremely urgent!
Luo Fu still looked calm.
But he saw a slender snow-white palm raised lightly.
The five fingers of the palm and the belly of the finger clasped Ye Bao's forehead precisely at an extremely precise distance and point.
Follow closely, palm, fall!
Place your fingertips, follow with your palms, and exert force!
Jiutian - Devouring the Divine Body!
boom!
Night Leopard, who was as fast as black lightning, was pressed on the head by Luo Fu and hit hard on the Taoist platform!
The terrifying intensity made the entire Taoist platform tremble!
You need to know that the Taoist platform for the inner sect's competition is a hundred times harder than the outer sect's Taoist platform!
It can be seen that the downward pressure of Luo Fu's palm is astonishing.
Along with the roar of the Taoist platform, the head of the night leopard was pressed to the ground by a huge force!
The sudden pressure caused the head of the rapidly running Night Leopard to be "nailed" to the ground of the platform. The graceful black body was raised high due to inertia.
Even because of the excessive pressure on his forehead, Ye Bao's mouth holding the sword in his mouth was slapped shut with such force that even Ye Bao's teeth were broken!
A flash of sword light was accompanied by the powerful closing of the leopard's teeth, and with a bang, Ye Leopard bit it off himself!
Tenglong Dojo was quiet.
"What!?" The joking expression on Wan Zhonghai's face immediately turned into shock.
His pupils shrank, and he looked in disbelief at the scene in front of him of Ye Bao being pinned to the ground by Luo Fu, unable to move, and said in shock: "You..."
"You, how could you possibly see the speed of my phantom beast Night Leopard?"
"Where did you get the strength to pin my Night Leopard to the ground!?"
Everyone was dumbfounded.
A moment ago, Luo Fu was deemed certain to die.
The next moment, with such a strong and sturdy posture, he pinned Ye Bao to death on the platform!
What's even more astonishing is that from beginning to end, Luo Fu's eyes never looked for the Ye Leopard's movements!
His gaze remained straight, never shifting for a moment, completely ignoring the existence of Night Leopard.
On platform No. 7.
The phantom beast Night Leopard, which was hit hard, slowly collapsed and turned into beast power and phantom power spots all over the sky.
However, in the face of Wang Zhonghai's shocked and inexplicable questions, Luo Fu didn't answer a word.
Sub-immortal level skills, only practiced to the sixth level?
He is not even qualified to see Luo Fu's divine arts.
Luo Fu looked at Wang Zhonghai indifferently and said lightly: "Are you proud of your speed?"
As he said that, Luo Fu made a move with his right hand, and with a strong gust of wind, he took the half-broken sword light in his hand.
"It is indeed the sword light produced by the sub-immortal level technique. The sword light was broken and has not dissipated to this day."
Luo Fu nodded slightly and immediately.
call out!
Luo Fu, holding half of the sword, disappeared on the spot!
Opposite him, Wang Zhonghai was shocked. A pair of horrified pupils looked around, trying to find traces of Luo Fu.
But the next moment.
Swish, swish, swish!
One sword, four consecutive cuts!
Four spatial cracks cut by the sword light appeared almost simultaneously on Wang Zhonghai's shoulders and buttocks!
Wang Zhonghai's pupils suddenly dilated, his mouth opened slightly, and he coughed up a mouthful of red blood.
Both arms fell to shoulder height!
Both legs were broken at the hip!
Bang.
Wang Zhonghai lost the support of his limbs, leaving only his torso and fell on the platform.
His eyes were wide and bloodshot, and his face was full of fear of death: "Luo Fu! Stop it, I..."
laugh!
Another flash of sword light!
This time, the space crack cut open by the sword light appeared at Wang Zhonghai's throat.
The next moment, Wang Zhonghai's head was in a different place.
Luo Fu threw away half of the sword light and walked down the platform without looking back.
When he reached the edge of the platform, Luo Fu paused, and a pair of dull starry eyes swept across the eight chiefs.
In the stunned eyes of countless people.
Luo Fu faced the eight chiefs and said calmly: "You can ask more of your beloved disciples to die."
"I'll take it all."
