Corpse Town Eternal

In a flash, everyone figured out the reason almost at the same time.

A demon who can kill a perfect Jindan in the middle Jindan stage, if he is allowed to join Canglong Country, when he grows up, there will be no rivals below the Nascent Soul stage, which is a huge threat to the four major sects.

"Impossible, Ye Han is now a member of my Canglong Country, and life and death are not a matter of life and death on the ring, no one can take the opportunity to retaliate against him." Canglong Patriarch refused decisively.

"Are you sure? What if I want him to die too?" Ghost Blade Patriarch said with a sneer.

"This boy must die." Zhengyang Patriarch also said.

Being able to force a genius of the other force to death, no matter what, this deal is worthwhile.

Hearing Ghost Blade Patriarch and Zhengyang Patriarch speak together, Canglong Patriarch's face became uglier. The pressure from the four major sects at the same time is not something his Canglong Country can bear.

"He is now fighting on behalf of my Canglong Country, and everything will be discussed after the competition is over." Canglong Patriarch said coldly.

Although he did not explicitly say that he agreed to the request of the four great ancestors, by saying this, he was actually compromising with them.

You cannot touch him before the written test is over. After the competition, you can do whatever you want.

The four great ancestors heard this and said no more.

On the stage, the top four had been decided and they returned to the stage to draw lots.

No. 2, Ye Ming drew his long lot and turned to look at the other three people. Chi Yangzi was holding No. 2 in his hand.

In other words, the next person he was going to fight was Chi Yangzi, and the monk Wu Xin of Qingxin Temple would take the lead in fighting Gui Feng of Gui Daomen.

Gui Feng had a solemn look on his face at this time. Among the people present, he would rather fight against Chi Yangzi than against Wu Xin monk. It was really that the monk's defense was too disgusting, just like a turtle shell.

But now there was no way, he could only concentrate his mind to fight.

Ye Han and Chi Yangzi went directly off the stage to recuperate and wait for the next decisive battle.

Monk Wuxin stretched out his hand and said, "Donor Guifeng, please."

After that, Monk Wuxin directly used the Arhat Golden Body, and the whole person turned into a golden Arhat, with golden light all over his body. A long stick appeared in his hand, and he was obviously waiting for Guifeng's attack.

Guifeng's face was also quite ugly at this time. A scimitar appeared in his hand, and in a blink of an eye it turned into five rotating round wheels, cutting towards Monk Wuxin from all directions.

Monk Wuxin looked at the five round wheels attacking, and with a long stick in his hand, he chopped one of the round wheels and flew away. Then he jumped and avoided the attack of the other two round wheels. In the air, the long stick swept again, and the remaining two round wheels were also swept away.

Then his figure accelerated suddenly in the air and rushed towards Guifeng.

Guifeng had no choice but to call the five round wheels back in front of him, and combined them into one again, holding the scimitar in his hand, and then chopped towards Monk Wuxin with a knife.

Monk Wuxin also swung out with a stick.

"Boom~"

Accompanied by the sound of the explosion, smoke and dust rose up, and Guifeng's figure retreated from the smoke and dust, with a solemn expression, his eyes fixed on the smoke and dust at the center of the explosion, as if there was some danger there.

Sure enough, Monk Wuxin rushed out right after him, and hit Guifeng with the long stick in his hand again.

In the previous battle, although Guifeng was as strong as Monk Wuxin, the difference in strength was too great, and his figure was knocked back by him.

Now seeing Monk Wuxin rushing again, Guifeng did not dare to take it head-on.

"Ghost shadow clone." Guifeng's figure shook, and ten phantoms rushed out of his body, rushing in different directions.

Monk Wuxin could not tell which one was Guifeng's real body for a while, so he could only raise his stick and sweep it horizontally.

As soon as the two clones touched Monk Wuxin's long stick, they immediately turned into phantoms and disappeared.

After the other eight Gui Fengs dodged Wu Xin's attack, they continued to rotate around him, with their swords flying around, constantly looking for Wu Xin's flaws so that they could hit him with one blow.

Seeing this, Wu Xin put away his long stick and put his hands together.

"Amitabha." With a Buddhist chant, Wu Xin's body was covered with golden light, which rushed towards the ghost Feng phantoms around him like a sharp sword.

Gui Feng knew that he had to take action, otherwise the ghost shadow clone would be broken.

The eight clones rushed towards Wu Xin in the middle at the same time.

The ghost shadow clones were very fast, constantly dodging the sharp swords transformed by the golden light, but the golden light was too dense, and four clones were still cut by the golden light and turned into nothingness.

The four clones had already rushed to a place not far from Wu Xin and attacked Wu Xin with a knife.

Gui Feng was also cunning enough. Although he drew his sword, he kept his sword energy in check. When he was about to attack Wuxin, the sword energy surged out from the scimitar, and slashed at Wuxin with unparalleled momentum.

At the moment the sword energy appeared, Wuxin also caught Gui Feng, but it was too late to dodge.

Wuxin did not want to dodge, not even to resist.

"I found you." Wuxin showed a sneer on his solemn face, and punched Gui Feng's body, "Arhat Subduing Demons."

Gui Feng did not expect Wuxin to use this kind of injury-for-injury fighting method. His own body was far inferior to Wuxin, who had used the Arhat Golden Body.

If both attacks hit, even if he could break Wuxin's Arhat Golden Body's defense, Wuxin would definitely not be seriously injured.

On the contrary, I would definitely not feel good under this punch.

In desperation, the knife that was originally fast enough to attack Wuxin Monk suddenly changed its momentum and attacked Wuxin Monk's fist.

"Zi~"

The curved knife was like chopping on a steel plate, making a sound of metal clashing.

On Wuxin Monk's golden right fist, a hideous blood mark appeared, and the white bones could be seen faintly.

But Guifeng's face was extremely ugly.

If this full-strength knife could cripple one of Wuxin Monk's hands, I would still have a chance, but now, the defeat is certain.

Sure enough, Wuxin Monk showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and seemed to not care about the injury of his right fist at all. His body directly approached Guifeng, and the Arhat Fist kept blasting out.

His body was like a dogtail grass, entangled with Guifeng, and prevented him from escaping from his attack range.

Because he knew that Guifeng was very fast, as long as he got out of it, the previous injuries would be in vain.

Therefore, he kept pestering Gui Feng, and at the same time, he was suppressed by Luohan Fist. Gui Feng was exhausted from resisting, and he was directly at a disadvantage and could not get away at all.

As the situation progressed, Gui Feng was no match for Wuxin Monk, who was a physical cultivator. He had already endured several attacks from Wuxin Monk in succession, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.