I have all kinds of magical powers

The sword was broken, and the sword was broken.

Shi Yan looked up, not panicking at all, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

He took out a yellow sword in his hand, opened his arms, and swung the sword, spinning like a gyroscope.

Suddenly, his whole body was covered with yellow sword light, like a yellow whirlwind.

Bang!

The blue sword shadow collided with the yellow whirlwind, and the blue light collided with the yellow light, and suddenly exploded, raising a burst of yellow smoke.

Jiang Zhi's eyes flashed left and right, and he looked carefully at the bottom, riding the cloud in the air, not giving the opponent a chance to attack.

At this moment.

Whoosh.

Shi Yan flew up on a yellow cloud, with nothing in his hands, and was rapidly making hand gestures with both hands.

The earth spirit energy around him quickly condensed, forming small earth spikes, which were slender and sharp, about a foot long, and there were dozens of them.

"Go!"

As soon as the voice fell, the earth spikes first suddenly scattered, and then shot towards Jiang Zhi at lightning speed like a rain of pear blossom needles.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

Seeing the large number of earth spikes, Jiang Zhi's eyes flashed with a trace of panic, and he dodged his feet, flew away on the cloud, and then quickly waved his waist, and a black round shield flew out.

After slapping out a ball of spiritual power, the round shield grew to about half a foot and held in front of him.

Suddenly, there was a continuous sound of "clang clang!".

Shi Yan on the other side took the opportunity to chase over, and controlled the yellow knife in his hand to chop at him.

The two sides fought back and forth.

After a few rounds.

Boom! A fireball the size of a head hit Jiang Zhi's body. Even though she had a protective shield to block it, she was still blown away.

With a plop!

Jiang Zhi fell from a height of several feet and landed heavily on the ground. Fortunately, the body of a cultivator had been tempered by spiritual energy and was much tougher than that of a mortal.

At such a height, she just fainted.

As she landed, many of the outer disciples who admired her showed distress in their eyes.

The inner brother who was acting as a referee on the side had no ripples in his heart. Seeing that Jiang Zhi had completely lost her ability to fight, he spoke.

"Shi Yan vs. Jiang Zhi, Shi Yan wins."

Then he walked to Jiang Zhi's side, helped her up, and fed her a light green elixir.

He urged the spiritual power in his palm, helped her refine it a little, and then took her down.

On the ring, as long as you don't admit defeat, there's nothing to say even if you're seriously injured.

When Shi Yan heard that he won, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly restrained it.

Then, he jumped off the ring with a stern face.

Lin Chen, who was watching their entire fight, was thoughtful.

It was said that this senior brother Shi Yan was good at amazing defense, but the opponent's attack methods were also extraordinary.

An ordinary earth thorn technique actually has so many uses, it can drill out from the ground and surprise the opponent.

It can be condensed into a needle shape to increase speed and penetration, and it can also condense stone armor to attach to the body to enhance defense.

Lin Chen's eyes flashed, but his face was extremely calm, muttering to himself.

"It seems that there is still a lot of room for improvement in the power of the various magical powers I have learned."

"One cannot practice in isolation. Only by gaining more experience from battles can one grow up quickly."

Soon, hundreds of arenas were decided one after another. Only a small number of people refused to admit defeat and were seriously injured.

The remaining half of the disciples gave up and admitted defeat when they saw that the situation was not good. They were sensible and avoided getting hurt.

Anyway, the outer sect competition is held every three years. You can fight again when your cultivation level is higher. There is no need to fight to the death this time.

After everything on the arena was over.

The Confucian master uncle on the high platform stood up again and knocked the golden bell in his hand.

Ding~

A crisp bell sound came out.

"No. 201 to 400, come on stage to compete."

Lin Chen found his own arena, waved his hand, and a cloud of mist condensed under his feet. His face changed, and he flew up on the green cloud.

After landing on the ring, there was a young senior brother who was at the sixth level of Qi training two meters in front of him. He was slightly fat and his eyes were bright. Lin Chen immediately bowed and said politely. "My younger brother Lin Chen, I am honored to meet you, senior brother. I hope you will show mercy." This young man's name is Feng Jie. He has participated in many outer sect competitions. This is the third time.

, can be considered experienced.

At a glance, he could tell that this junior brother in front of him was participating for the first time, and his cultivation was one level lower than his own. He immediately felt stable, and couldn't help but feel in a good mood, and said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, junior brother is still young. If you lose this time, you can come again next time."

The inner sect senior brother on the side of the ring looked at the two people in front of him, shook his head slightly, a strange color flashed in his eyes, and raised his hand.

"The competition begins."

As soon as the voice fell.

Feng Jie raised his hand, and five small red lights flew out from his palm, suddenly becoming larger.

Crackling and burning, it was five fist-sized fireballs. At such a fast speed, it was obvious that spiritual power had been condensed early.

Seeing this scene, Lin Chen narrowed his eyes suddenly, and his right hand suddenly raised up and slapped it out fiercely.

A light green light flashed in the palm, and three half-moon-shaped wind blades about a foot long shot out immediately.

Bang!

The two collided fiercely, and the wind blade and fireball collided and exploded in the air.

The splashing flames fell on the ground, burning a dark area.

When this scene came out, the faces of the disciples watching below the stage were full of uproar.

It was not a foul to condense spiritual power before the competition. It was not surprising that some disciples did so, but it was rare to meet two disciples with the same idea.

One of the outer disciples who was not well-informed in the world, about thirteen or fourteen years old, looked at the two people on the stage with a look of surprise in his eyes.

He even stuttered when he spoke.

"This... These two brothers are really open and aboveboard!!"

On the ring.

Lin Chen waved his hand and immediately flew into the air on the Qingyun, saying to him with a bad face.

"Brother Feng, I didn't expect you to have a hidden trick. You actually took advantage of the start of the competition to quietly condense spiritual power."

Feng Jie also flew into the air on a ball of red cloud, saying with a smile.

"Junior Brother Lin, it's the same with you. If you weren't like this, how could you have taken my continuous fireballs?"