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The Wind Magic Cannon is a move in "Shenfeng Escape". After Yuan Futu practiced the Xuantu Gale Array, he had a deeper understanding of this kind of wind-type kung fu classics. He saw a dark blue light erupt from his fingertips. , turned into a long rainbow and hit Sun Tianwei directly on the back.

Boom! The blue light exploded!

Sun Tianwei felt as if his back was being torn apart by a huge force, and his whole body fell to the ground like a falling meteor, causing the ring to tremble violently.

Until this moment, he still couldn't figure out how Yuan Futu escaped the attack and quietly appeared behind him.

All the mysteries are contained in that top-grade innate spirit treasure, Gale Seal, but at this moment he has already put it into the storage bag, holding his breath.

Yuan Futu looked at Sun Tianwei who fell to the ground. His clothes were completely burst. Even though he had reached the realm of Dharma God, he was protected by true energy and his physical body was extremely strong, but he still left shocking wounds on his back.

In the blink of an eye, a white figure appeared out of nowhere on the ring, he put his old hand on Sun Tianwei's body, powerful real energy surged, the wound was sealed immediately, and the bleeding stopped.

"How is he?" Yuan Futu walked over and looked at Gong Yangjue.

Gong Yangjue sighed deeply, turned his head, looked at Yuan Futu with his cloudy old eyes, as if trying to figure out all the secrets in him, and said: "You won, Tianwei can no longer fight."

Hearing the three words "you won", everyone in the arena dropped their jaws in shock. They didn't care how much they lost in this bet, and they just marveled at the strength of this veteran.

It's not that there is no chance, but only one in ten thousand, for a practitioner in the Hunyuan Realm to defeat a master in the Dharma God Realm. However, this slim chance was caught by Yuan Futu, relying on other advantages, Success wins the big with the small, and defeats the strong with the weak.

Gongyang Jue helped Sun Tianwei up, and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency won this time because of his strategy, and because of Lingbao. Although Tianwei lost completely, he should be convinced. After this battle, he must have benefited a lot. He should thank you for laying a solid foundation for promotion again in the future."

Yuan Futu did not expect that Gongyang would say such a thing. He is worthy of being a person who has lived for hundreds of years. His tone was full of wisdom and grace, and he cupped his hands and said, "I have no intention of hurting Sun Tianwei, but this battle must be fought with all your strength. Go, otherwise I will be the one who falls, how is he injured now?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Gong Yangjue's mouth, he nodded slightly, and said, "There is no damage to Yuanshenhai, but the physical body will take longer to recover, and it can be cured after some conditioning."

When Yuan Futu heard this, he felt relieved. His purpose was to deal with Pang De, and he had no intention of hurting others.

Gong Yangjue's eyes flicked over him, and he said meaningfully: "You do have the demeanor of Mr. Fang Yuan when you were young, but if you want to make achievements in cultivation, you must make steady progress every step of the way, and you can't be opportunistic. Heresy is not a long-term strategy."

Yuan Futu knew that he was talking about his use of the Gale Seal, so he just nodded and didn't answer directly.

At this moment, hundreds of thousands of disciples around the arena were silent, and their eyes were all focused on this elder who was handed down by Fang Huanzhen. Yuan Futu stood by the arena, his eyes were fixed, and he locked on Pang who was standing in the crowd not far away. Germany.

Pound looked at him, eyes seemed to be burning with flames, his fists were involuntarily clenched, his nails were embedded in his flesh, making a creaking sound. Before that, he had obviously ignored this useless old man. Strength, if you replace Sun Tianwei in this competition with yourself, I am afraid that you will also fall into danger.

But now, he has seen through Yuan Futu's moves, and he will definitely be prepared for the decisive battle the next day.

clap clap clap!

A burst of lonely applause came, Xiao Nan's stern face showed a rare smile, and his two rough palms opened and closed, making a sound of applause. Futu applauded this wonderful battle.

Hearing the deafening applause, Yuan Futu was also extremely excited. After practicing hard for so long, he finally got rid of the hat of Fang Zhenzhen's personal disciple, and gained the approval of Tianxuan Sword Sect with real strength.

On the steps, Shen Wuyu's eyes widened, and there was an inconceivable look in his pupils. He clearly saw a flash of blue light in the midst of Sun Tianwei's ten thousand swords. He was very familiar with this light. And it can be judged that it is a Lingbao with a high level.

"Wind Element Art...Lingbao...Could it be?" Shen Wuyu narrowed his eyes, as if thinking of something.

Nangong Qiushui's realm is unpredictable, so of course he also noticed the green light, and thought to himself: "It's strange, he clearly teleported behind Sun Tianwei by virtue of the power of the Lingbao, this must not be the Chaos Lingbao. Is it the Gale Seal that Yan Li used before?"

Yan Li, the deputy leader of the Qinghu Gang, was injured by her Nether Xuanyin Sword. At that time, Yan Li tried his best to escape, using the top-grade Xiantian Lingbao.

But Jian Twelve kept a kind smile all the time, his wise eyes seemed to see everything, and he calmly stroked the handle of the seat with his fingers.

At this moment, Yuan Futu walked off the ring amidst cheers. His posture of defeating the strong by the weak may make some inner disciples feel uncomfortable, but to the outer disciples, he is completely a positive example of inspiration. Thousands of outer disciples have established an extremely good image in their hearts.

Lin Wan'er walked up to him in a hurry and asked, "Are you injured? I have a magic pill here." She said, and put the jade bottle in his hand.

Yuan Futu took the opportunity to squeeze Lin Wan'er's slippery little hands, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm fine." After he finished speaking, he swallowed a return pill, and the natal pearl that was on the verge of exhaustion immediately became full again. stand up.

Lin Wan'er withdrew her hand abruptly, her face full of embarrassment.

Xiao Nan patted Yuan Futu's shoulder with his hand, and said: "Well done, I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply. It seems that my inheritance of formation is hopeful."

"Although You Fang is really here, you can't be my master, but I have long decided to be your apprentice. In the future, I will definitely work hard to cultivate formations and carry our Tianxuan Sword Sect's signature in Lingbao casting!"

Yuan Futu has been cultivating hard in the sword tower for so long, and he knows the mystery of formations well. In terms of cultivation of formations, he is an existence that is almost monstrous. Naturally, he will have to practice hard in the future. After all, the higher the level, the stronger the equipment is. Rather than spending a lot of money to buy it in Jushen Tongbao, it is better to forge it yourself.