"Brother, be careful!"
In the stands outside the stadium, Qingchan and the other three people's hearts tightened.
This stone spirit is not only huge in size, but also extremely protective. Unexpectedly, it also moves extremely fast.
Almost instantly, he arrived in front of Yan Yun.
Yan Yun's figure swayed, and the wind from Shi Ling's fist almost brushed the side of his body. His fist hit the ground, and even the formation began to shake.
"It's over, it's over, I lost a hundred spiritual stones..."
"Humph, you are still young, Master Dao lost a hundred and fifty!"
"This is just bullying. Even the Lingtai realm monks are reluctant to use the Summoned Stone Spirit, but Luofu has one."
"You haven't noticed that Luofu's stone spirit was given to him by his master."
In the stands outside the stadium, everyone was talking and talking, filled with indignation at Luofu's almost "cheating" behavior.
However, anything can happen in the competition venue of the Soul Seizing Association. When Tianzhu Peak disciples compete later, things will become even more abnormal.
The reason why everyone sighed was because they felt sorry for the lost spiritual stone.
In everyone's opinion, now that Shi Ling has appeared, Yan Yun's defeat is certain.
Qingchan and the other three people heard everyone's discussion, their minds were as anxious as fleas, and sweat broke out in their palms.
The Lingtai Realm monk who was guarding the formation had a stern expression. In addition to guarding the formation during the competition between his official disciples, he also needed to protect the disciples to avoid accidents.
Injury is inevitable when disciples compete. If a disciple dies, it will be a loss of face.
After all, if a Lingtai realm monk could not protect a disciple, he might be regarded as incompetent in his magical powers.
But summoned objects like the Stone Spirit are the hardest to control. They can kill the opponent with one punch. To determine the winner, it only takes a blink of an eye, and the timing may not be right.
If he intervenes too early, it will offset the excitement and excitement of the competition, as if he is meddling in the gambling, and it will be true.
Bang bang bang!
There were three loud sounds in succession, which were caused by Shi Ling's fist hitting the ground. Each punch was close to Yan Yun's body, but he didn't really succeed.
This kind of hand-to-hand combat was so tense that the audience held their breath and did not dare to blink.
The Lingtai Realm monk who was guarding the magic circle suddenly said: "Disciple Yan Yun obeys the order. If you are unable to resist, you can admit defeat verbally."
Yan Yun originally wanted to test the power of the stone spirit, but after hearing the words of the Lingtai realm monk, he couldn't help but worry that if he kept avoiding it, he might be judged as the loser.
Sure enough, the Lingtai realm monk said again: "Yan Yun, it is not unfair on my part. In order to avoid fearless casualties, if you still can't get rid of or break the stone spirit within ten moves, you will be judged as a loser."
"Senior, don't worry, these mere dead things can't hurt me." Yan Yun shouted, full of anger.
Yan Yun was like an adult to a child in front of Shi Ling, the contrast in height, size and strength was too obvious.
Under Shi Ling's pressing step by step, Yan Yun, who seemed to have no power to fight back, was still able to respond vocally, which surprised everyone present.
But Yan Yun's response was regarded as stubbornness by the Lingtai Realm monks, who advised him: "Don't try to be brave, admitting defeat is nothing compared to losing your life..."
In the central stand of the martial arts arena, the white-robed veteran Liao Sheng was closing his eyes, as if he was meditating.
But how could all the changes in the field escape his divine consciousness?
"In the competition between the disciples within the sect, it is better to see blood early than to see blood later. Even if there are casualties, it is not a bad thing... The world is about to change. In this soul-catching meeting, the disciples of this sect must go all out to fight for more resources. No matter what happens, we still need to obtain enough capital to support the development of the sect..." Liao Sheng closed his eyes and said slowly, "Therefore, the referee disciples are not allowed to interfere before the winner is decided on the field..."
"If there are casualties, it can only be blamed on the disciple's poor academic skills. If the ancestor is to blame, I will bear the responsibility alone..."
When Liao Sheng said this, it was tantamount to announcing that the sect's trials for the Soul Seizing Society would be transformed from ordinary competition to a life-and-death fight, unless one of the two sides admitted defeat and had to stop in time when winning.
But when the two sides compete, it is inevitable that they will get angry. Before the opponent admits defeat or is completely paralyzed, who dares to determine whether the opponent still has any remaining strength?
In this way, only by pursuing victory and annihilating the opponent can we feel at ease.
As soon as Liao Sheng finished speaking, the whole place was silent for a moment except for the disciples who were still fighting fiercely in the competition hall.
The Lingtai Realm and Qi Condensing Realm monks who were watching the battle all looked horrified. This kind of scene where the disciples of the sect judged the winner and loser based on life and death has not happened for many years.
Then, the whole place suddenly exploded with people shouting.
Everyone speculated one after another about what Liao Sheng meant by "the world is about to change" and that an intra-sect trial was actually worth sacrificing the lives of low-level disciples.
"Brother, be careful!" Qingchan shouted again.
At this moment, Yan Yun actually turned his head and smiled at her.
"Head..." Qing Chan pointed at the stone spirit giant fist that was pounding down on top of Yan Yun's head.
At this moment, a spear appeared in Yan Yun's hand, and as soon as it appeared, it stabbed the big fist.
Bang——
Shi Ling's big fist hit the head of the Evil Punishing Gun, like hammering a giant nail. The gun body trembled with the force, and the gun barrel instantly bent.
But Yan Yun's arms holding the gun were not affected by the heavy hammer. He used a technique where he put the tail of the gun on the ground, held the gun body with only his toes, and used the huge force exerted by Shi Ling to let the ground and the formation The law took charge.
When Shi Ling used his blow and raised his arm again, Yan Yun hooked his toes, and the Evil Punishing Spear returned to his hand.
This situation is like Yan Yun and Shi Ling working together to create a difficult problem for the Lingtai realm referee monk, forcing him to focus most of his energy on maintaining the operation of the formation.
Not only that, a piece of Shi Ling's sandbag-sized fist was also knocked off by the tip of the gun, and a little finger was broken off.
Yan Yun behaved and did not escape. Instead, he faced Shi Ling's sweeping fist again and stabbed out with a spear.
"he……"
"Did he want to kill Shi Ling?"
Yan Yun's actions made the audience and disciples outside the venue dumbfounded, thinking that Yan Yun was trying to resist Shi Ling by relying on the power of the magic weapon.
This is simply overestimating one’s capabilities!
In the history of fighting in the sect's competition venue, not to mention the Qi Condensation Realm monks, even the Lingtai Realm monks, no one dared to say that they could defeat Shi Ling in a head-to-head encounter.
It's too late, it's faster than that!
The gun and the big fist collided, but the gun was not knocked away. Instead, Yan Yun rebounded with the power of Shi Ling's fist, and instantly stood up, like a heron, landing five feet away, breaking away from Shi Ling's fist wind. shrouded.
From this angle, Yan Yun finally saw Luofu's figure hidden behind Shi Ling.
Three feet behind Shi Ling, Luofu was making secrets with his left hand. He was holding a low-level spiritual stone in his right hand, trying desperately to absorb spiritual energy.
The stone spirit is a summoned object that can only be controlled freely by Lingtai Mirror monks. Luofu, a Qi Condensation Realm monk, is very reluctant to control it and has to rely on spirit stones to replenish the rapidly consumed mana.
If he can control the stone spirit and release the wasp needle to assist, his attack power will undoubtedly increase exponentially.
Unfortunately, the stone spirit consumed too much of his mana, and he was more than willing to do it.
When Yan Yun's eyes turned this way, Luo Fu met his eyes, and unexpectedly found that there was no trace of fear in Yan Yun's eyes, and they were as calm as water.
Yan Yun's calmness completely angered Luofu. He gritted his teeth and took out a mid-level spiritual stone from his storage bag and held it in his right hand.
Shi Ling was supported by the huge mana, and his mobility instantly accelerated. He rose up like a mountain, clasped his fists together, and pounced on Yan Yun.
At the same time, Luofu finally used his wasp needles again, forming three rows to block Yan Yun's left, middle and right paths.
As soon as this move came out, all Yan Yun's retreat and approach routes were blocked, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
Yan Yun's face was as dark as water, he raised the evil-slaying spear with his right arm and threw it out like a spear.
The tip of the spear was pointing at Luofu.
The sound of this throw was astonishing, as fast as lightning, and the speed of the throw was far faster than the flying speed of a wasp's needle. As soon as it was released, it passed through the needle array and arrived about five feet in front of Luofu!
"oh--"
The whole audience exclaimed!
Yan Yun's throw was a strategy of mutual destruction. If Luofu insisted on continuing to drive Shi Ling and Wasp Needle to press against Yan Yun, he himself might be penetrated by the Evil Punishing Spear first!
This is a dilemma!
Luofu didn't think about it. He was used to living comfortably in the Nanshan Sect, and he didn't develop the courage to fight Yan Yun on the battlefield. He didn't even have the idea, and out of instinct, he directed Shi Ling to smash his fist to A gun to punish evil.
The evil-punishing gun clattered to the ground and bounced a few times.
But Shi Ling, who was the first to fall, happened to be between Luo Fu and Yan Yun, blocking his sight and blocking the direction of the wasp needle, so Luo Fu had to continue to direct Shi Ling to move so that he could look at Yan Yun again.
At this moment, eight fluorescent yellow talismans fell into four groups and landed on the ground of the competition venue.
The wind is howling!
Fire, spread!
The wind and fire talisman does not have the power of all four evil spirits, but under the cover of the formation, in this seemingly closed space, the power is strengthened.
This time, Luofu did not have three barriers to counteract the invasion of wind and fire.
Of course, he could also release a fireball array to extinguish the wind and fire, but he needed to make another choice.
Either give up the stone spirit or take back the wasp needle, otherwise he really can't free up his hands to release the formation flag and activate it.
He is like a rich man who holds too many pots and jars but is reluctant to part with them. Instead, he drives himself crazy.
But the situation is stronger than the person. Even if the raging wind and fire cannot burn him to death, it may burn all his Taoist robes, which will bring shame to his grandma's family.
The wasp needle was his natal magic weapon, so he naturally had to try his best to keep it intact.
The talisman that summoned the stone spirit was still in his left hand. Even if the stone spirit was temporarily taken away, he was satisfied that when he released it again, it would still cause great trouble to Yan Yun.
The lesser of two evils!
Luofu squeezed the talisman with his left hand and stopped moving the talisman. The stone spirit was like a suddenly broken boulder, falling into pieces and stacked on top of each other.
He immediately took out two sets of fireball formation flags and planted them on the ground.
As a formation master, he finally figured it out. He still had to focus on the formations he was good at in order to restrain the talismans that Yan Yun threw around like tissue paper. Although refining the fireball formation flag was expensive, no matter how much money was spent, it was better than losing face. Be strong.
But he had just activated the first formation flag, and those fireballs had just floated up and had not yet been fired out according to Luofu's intention.
He suddenly saw a huge shield, wrapped in mana, hitting him head-on.
His heart trembled, and he quickly moved to the right. After the strong wind passed, he saw Yan Yun's expressionless face.
Then, he tightened his grip, but Yan Yun grabbed the pulse gate.
Before he could react, he suddenly felt external mana seeping into his body. His own aura was instantly chaotic and numb, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.
