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Chapter 132 Complete Victory!doubt life

When Lian Ao and the third son were standing ten feet apart, the monks around him suddenly booed.

"Brother Lian, how many spells are needed to kill him? Will it be more than eight spells? Hahaha..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Senior brother Yi Lian's strength, I think he can win with at most five!"

"Where can five ways be used? In my opinion, three ways are enough."

"Senior brother of Jin Yanzong, the other party sent a Xiaobai who just broke through to fight you, this is obviously humiliating you! Senior brother, you have to be strong..."

"Senior Brother Lian stand up! Kill him directly, don't show mercy!"

"Yes! Let these natives know how powerful we are!"

Faced with the applause and cheers of the monks, Lian Ao smiled confidently, flicked his long hair angrily, and then looked at the third son with disdain.

"Little thing, remember not to hate me after you go to hell. If you want to blame, you can only blame your general."

Regarding Lian Ao's words, Xiao Sanzi was indifferent, but silently pulled down his mask, leaving only a pair of indifferent eyes to stare at Lian Ao.

At this time, Yan Huaijing, Wu Sanbao, Zuo Youyou and more than a dozen Foundation Establishment Consummation Realm monks were also suspended in mid-air, confronting Zhu Gaoyang, Gu Zhao and others on the opposite side, staring at the competition field below.

"start."

Following the voices of the two interim adjudicators from the two sides, Xiao Sanzi put his left foot on the ground and rushed forward.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators watching the battle were taken aback for a moment and then laughed.

Because this posture is clearly the posture of a mortal warrior fighting one-on-one, which immortal cultivator would fight like this?

Lian Ao smiled disdainfully, pointed forward casually, and activated the Thorn Entangling Technique that had been prepared.

Eight feet away, four forearm-thick, thorny thorny vines suddenly sprang out from the ground where the third son was standing. Once these four vines appeared, they wrapped around the legs of the third son with great flexibility, intending to imprison him in the original place. land.

However, at that moment, two green lights suddenly appeared on Xiao Sanzi's feet. With the appearance of these green lights, his speed suddenly increased by several tenths, just avoiding the entanglement of the vines.

"Huh? Gale wind technique, it's interesting..."

Some monks spoke in a soft voice, slightly surprised, but it was limited to a little surprise.

On the opposite side, Lian Ao's eyes froze, and he accelerated the speed of pinching the Fa Jue again.

When the third son rushed to four zhang in front of him, Lian Ao let out a soft drink, and sent out the dharma weapon that was suspended horizontally in front of his chest with the tip of the sword pointing at the third son.

As the small pale golden sword rushed out rapidly, five similar pale golden lights appeared around it.

The moment the five shadows of the sword appeared, a sharp aura appeared in the arena, and the monks who got close even felt a little pain on their exposed skin.

"The level of the five shadows, it seems that Lian Ao's comprehension of Xiaojin Yanshu has reached the level of a master."

In mid-air, Yan Huaijing commented softly.

Zuo Youyou smiled confidently, Cheng Zhu said in his chest: "That's right, the Xiaojin Yanshu is a low-grade Xuan-level spell, and Lian Ao's magic weapon is also a middle-grade spell. Coupled with the level of comprehension at the master level, it is difficult even in the middle stage of foundation building." Next, let alone that silly little native."

While the two were discussing, the youngest son continued to charge forward and at the same time drew out his jet-black saber.

Judging by his posture, it is obvious that he does not intend to dodge, but wants to head-on.

In this regard, many monks watching the battle shook their heads, with a hint of pity in their eyes.

"Sure enough, aboriginals are aboriginals. Even though they have become foundation-building monks, their thoughts and fighting consciousness are still at the level of ordinary warriors. This kid is over."

However, in the next instant, all the mocking voices disappeared instantly, accompanied by pairs of eyes that widened in astonishment.

Because, in their imagination, the scene where the third son was pierced with six bloody holes did not appear...

I saw Xiao Sanzi directly ignoring the five golden glows, and only swung the black knife towards the pale golden flying sword.

As the golden lights pierced Xiao Sanzi's thick armor, Xiao Sanzi just swayed, while the five golden lights cracked and disappeared like eggs hitting a rock.

As for the flying sword, it was also slashed by Xiao Sanzi's black knife!

For this result, all the monks were a little dazed, including the confident Lian Ao.

But they were in a daze, but Xiao Sanzi was not. He was still rushing forward, while raising the knife with both hands, making a gesture of preparing to chop.

After Lian Ao reacted in a jerk, he quickly backed away in horror, and at the same time cast the water shield technique, wrapping himself completely in the oval water shield.

Just when the water shield was formed, the third son rushed forward and slashed the knife in his hand without hesitation.

When the knife entered the water shield, it was like cutting into an ordinary water flow, and it was never effectively blocked at all.

"Crack!"

With a muffled sound, a large head rolled to the ground in an instant.

The blood-colored head rolled several times on the ground before stopping. When it stopped, its face was facing upwards, and its pair of terrified eyes still widened, silently staring at the vast sky...

At this moment, there was a dead silence in the field, and the expressions of all the monks were confused and stunned.

However, the dead silence didn't last long, because the soldiers and Qilin guards in the surrounding camp let out a loud shout.

"Wai!"

This shout was like thunder on the ground, startling many monks, but it also brought them back to their senses.

"This, how could it be so? How could Lian Ao lose, and how could he lose so badly?"

"What happened just now? Why did Senior Brother Lian's Golden Diffuse Technique collapse so easily? Why didn't the Water Shield Technique work?"

"It's the opponent's armor and weapon! There is something wrong with the armor and weapon!"

"Is that a magic weapon? How can there be such a strange magic weapon?"

A group of monks were wondering and discussing at the same time. This kind of weird unknown made them feel a little terrified in their hearts.

"You did a good job. The opponent wanted three spells to end the battle, and you gave them that."

Gu Zhao glanced at Xiao Sanzi appreciatively, then beckoned.

"Let's sort it out."

"promise!"

The third son let out a sigh of relief, and strode away.

Many monks were a little embarrassed by Gu Zhao's sarcasm.

Do they count as losing both the formation and the people?
"interesting……"

Yan Huaijing took a deep look at Xiaosanzi's back, then turned to look at Wu Sanbao, only to see that the latter was staring at the array of trapped camps with bright eyes, and at the same time muttering incessantly.

"Good baby, really good baby..."

……

Soon, the second match began.

This time, the Da Zhou side took the lead, but this time it was not a soldier of the trapped camp, but a Qilin guard.

Seeing this scene, cultivator Tongxuan breathed a sigh of relief. Before they figured out how to deal with that weird armor and weapon, not many people had the confidence to fight.

The one who played this time was a Guiyuanzong monk who was well-known among the monks in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

When a group of Tongxuan cultivators were expecting this person to make a strong comeback, they received another huge blow.

Gaiyin, when the "start" command was issued, the Qilin Guard's left eye suddenly shot out a red light, and the opponent on the opposite side seemed to be fascinated and froze in place.

In this short period of time, Qilin Weiyu's scimitar cut off the opponent's head without hindrance!

The battle ended before it really started. It was so straightforward that all the monks felt like they were in a dream.

Why are things getting more and more outrageous?
How do they feel, compared with each other, they are the natives?
"The eyes are a high-grade magic weapon of the ecstasy?"

Yan Huaijing muttered to herself, the little contempt in her heart dissipated in an instant, and was replaced by deep fear!
These people in Dazhou are really weird!

If the fight really starts, their chances of winning may not even reach [-]%!
Thinking of this, Yan Huaijing was suddenly a little thankful that she had proposed a gambling fight.

Otherwise, although she is confident that she can come and go freely, there are probably not a few of the 200 Dayan monks gathered here.

……

"Next, the third game..."

When the two adjudicators were about to announce the start of the third match, Zuo Shang suddenly interrupted with a gloomy face.

"Wait! I demand that the remaining three matches be held together!"

"You ask? Chick! What are you?"

Nie Yun folded his arms and sneered, his face full of contempt.

Zuo Shang's face was a little flushed, but he still gritted his teeth and continued.

"If the three battles are held together, and you all win, we are willing to make no resistance and capture them without a fight!"

"At the same time, I can also tell you great news!"

Nie Yun was about to taunt and refuse, when Zhu Gaoyang suddenly stretched out his hand to stop him, and looked expressionlessly towards the left upstream.

"Your so-called news means that within a few years, the small world will be united with the Tongxuan Continent?"

"How do you know?"

Zuo Shang was taken aback for a moment.

"Here is my world!"

Zhu Gaoyang snorted coldly, then nodded.

"Since you still don't give up, no matter what, I will make the decision to grant your request."

Zuo Shang felt relieved and let out a long breath.

He could also see that the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty were eccentric everywhere, and if they really fought, their chances of winning would be very small.

That being the case, it would be better to retreat and go to Da Zhou's prison as a guest first.

Young Master Yu will arrive soon, and when he arrives, he will definitely negotiate with Da Zhou and rescue them.

On the other hand, he wasn't worried that Da Zhou would kill directly, because the small world would soon be united with the main continent, and if Da Zhou didn't want to be destroyed, he wouldn't dare to kill so many people.

Soon, the candidates for the last three fights were selected and appeared together.

Among the six people, the most eye-catching ones are Zuo Youyou and Nie Yun.

As for Yan Huaijing and Wu Sanbao, the strongest monks in the arena, they did not appear on the stage, and I don't know if they are thinking about their identities or have scruples.

Not long after, the competition officially started.

Among the three fights between dragons and tigers, the first one ended was the contest between Xuandu and a mid-level foundation-establishing perfectionist monk. Xuandu only lowered his head and called out the Buddha's name, and his opponent bled to death from seven orifices. The scene was extremely horrifying.

The most intense battle was the battle between Li Jiuan, the master of the North Palace of Jing'an Sibei, and a late-stage foundation-establishment monk of the Yushou Sect. The latter controlled three mid-stage foundation-establishment monsters.

But in the end, Li Jiuan still won, but the monk from the Beast Sect surrendered in time, so he saved his life.

As for the most attention-grabbing and strangest, it was the contest between Nie Yun and Zuo Shang.

Seeing that the other two games have come to an end, the two are still confronting each other.

"Thieves, are you going to fight or not?"

Nie Yun folded his arms and waited for a long time, but he didn't see any movement from the other party, so he immediately yelled and cursed impatiently.

Zuo Youyou, who had been lowering his head all this time, slowly raised his head, and suddenly smiled brightly.

"Hit..."

At the same time as the words fell, Zuo Youyou showed a sly smile of a successful trick, and yelled: "Come out!"

Following the exit of the word "out", six balls of fire the size of a millstone suddenly appeared silently in the six directions of front, back, left and right, and up and down.

Immediately afterwards, Zuo Shang clenched his fists fiercely, and uttered a word again.

"burst!"

There was a loud bang, and six crimson fireballs burst out suddenly, emitting extremely dazzling light.

The roiling heat wave and flying flames rushed in all directions, and the monks who were so close quickly backed away, and at the same time cast their shields to block.

Seeing that Nie Yun was engulfed by the fire, Zuo Youyou laughed, his eyes gleaming with contentment.

However, at this moment, a mocking voice suddenly sounded in Zuo Youyou's ear.

"You seem excited?"

Zuo Shang's expression froze immediately, and at the same time his hair stood on his head, he wanted to open his mouth to admit defeat.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth, his consciousness sank...

(End of this chapter)