"Master Ye, if you don't go first, I'm not sure I can win this guy. ".2." Prajna whispered.

"No, you go first. Ye Xiong said.

"If I lose this one, we're much more passive, and if you go up, we should win this one. ”

Master Praruo saw Ye Xiong's shot just now, he even almost killed Du Xingsun with a sword, if he was against Shang Jiekong, he would win, and when Yang Xinyi won another game, he would win the competition, otherwise, he would be in a very passive situation at that time.

Ye Xiong insisted that he go up, but he had no choice but to jump into the formation and quit head-on.

"Master of Void Command, please. "Prajnahesh.

If he went to Longyin Temple several times in an attempt to catch the righteous qi fruit, he had already had an accident with him, and this time he became an opponent, and he didn't talk nonsense at the moment, and shot directly.

I saw that he suddenly shouted, the sound was like hitting a bell, and the people in all directions were shocked by his voice, and the momentum spread in all directions, and the people with low cultivation retreated one after another, showing a look of shock.

Every time he took a step, there was a roaring sound.

As he moved forward, so did his momentum.

In the blink of an eye, Jiekong arrived in front of Prajna, and slapped out a palm.

Suddenly the wind roared, and the dust and smoke billowed out, all of which were shrouded in sharp smoke, as if the wind was blowing.

The momentum that had accumulated exploded at this moment.

The people on the scene were all shocked by this momentum and retreated one after another, for fear of being affected.

Especially the masters of the ancient martial arts, how could they have ever seen such a powerful palm technique, and as soon as they made a move, they drove the wind and thunder.

"Famous teachers produce high apprentices, unknown masters, your apprentice really has your personal inheritance. "Sodan is out of words.

Yesterday he was defeated by the nameless monk with a palm, and he still has lingering palpitations, so he said something to stammer.

"Amitabha, a monk, martial arts is secondary, virtue is first. The nameless monk replied.

This face is really silent.

Last night, Suo Dan wanted to destroy the immortal gate, and the words of the nameless monk implied that he had no morality!

Sodan was bored and stepped aside.

Back on the field, Pranya was not timid in the face of the powerful momentum of the void, his arms were open, his body bones gurgled and his clothes went away without wind, and he suddenly attacked with a punch.

At first, the two sides did not use stunts, but fought with fists.

The true yuan is agitated, the qi is raging, the sand is flying and the stones are gone, and the true yuan is fluctuating.

The weak people couldn't bear so much coercion at all, and they avoided it one after another, for fear of being affected.

"Wife, who do you think will win?" Ye Xiong had the intention to test Yang Xinyi's eyes.

"The two of them have the same realm, and the degree of vitality is also about the same, it is estimated that the next step will depend on who has the most magical powers, so as to distinguish the winner from the loser. Yang Xinyi expressed her opinion.

Ye Xiong nodded, he thought so too.

The competition of masters with the same realm depends on whose spells and heritage are stronger.

At this time, the field changed abruptly.

As soon as you step your feet, your body is like being rooted in the ground, motionless like a mountain.

He clasped his palms together and drew his right palm in mid-air.

With his movements, the momentum on his body rose rapidly.

This set of actions Ye Xiong is very familiar with, it is the supreme spell of Longyin Temple, the Great Hand Vajra Seal.

At the beginning, the nameless monk used this trick against him, if it wasn't for the evil spirit's action, he would have turned into meat sauce, thinking of the power of this move, he still has palpitations.

The trick of quitting the void is not as powerful as the nameless monk, but it is also powerful and invincible.

Praruo's face became heavy, he didn't dare to be careless, he didn't retreat but advanced, and punched out with a volley.

Like a tiger roaring wolf, his fist turned into a tiger phantom, roaring and striking towards Pranya.

He originally intended to destroy his momentum first when he used the Great Hand Vajra Seal in the void.

In the competition, the more powerful the move, the longer the momentum will be and the stronger the attack power.

If you eliminate the opponent's momentum, the power will be greatly reduced.

Unfortunately, it was already late.

The precept has been completed, and a Sanskrit sound is recited in his mouth, and his five fingers are spread out, and he slaps it open with one palm.

A faint golden light separated from the five fingers, and it rose in the wind.

Almost instantly, it turned into a huge Buddha palm several meters high, enveloping the past.

Looking at the almost materialized, faint golden light of the Buddha's palm, the people around were all stunned, and they were speechless by the huge magic power contained in it, as if this was the legendary Five Finger Mountain.

The Tiger Phantom and the Buddha's Palm quickly collided together, and an earth-shattering sound exploded in mid-air.

The Tiger Phantom only lasted for less than a few seconds before it was scattered by the Buddha's palm, and the big hand Vajra Seal Yu Wei struck towards Prajna again.

Praruo had expected that when the Tiger Phantom was captured, he had already gathered momentum again and attacked with one punch again.

It took two punches in a row to break the Great Hand Vajra Seal.

It's a pity that when he dealt with the first palm of the big hand vajra seal, the second palm of the abstinence had already been shot.

Next, there is the third palm, the fourth palm.

Suddenly, the sky was full of empty Buddha palms, and the fist technique of Prajna was obviously inferior to the big hand vajra seal.

The people on the field, even if they don't understand spells, know from the momentum that they will definitely lose this battle.

Seeing that Master Praruo was getting more and more embarrassed to deal with it, Ye Xiong was worried that if he continued to resist, he would have to be seriously injured.

At that moment, his figure flickered, blocked in front of him, and said loudly: "Master Void Commandment's magic is profound, you have won this battle." ”

He is trying not to let Prajna get hurt, so he can be regarded as admitting defeat.

Who knows, instead of quitting the sky, he strengthened his vitality and slapped Ye Xiong with a fierce palm.

The golden light and void big handprint, in the blink of an eye, slapped down from the top of Ye Xiong's head.

The people outside the arena screamed in fright, as if they could imagine Ye Xiong being slapped into meat sauce with a palm.

Ye Xiong was polite, but he didn't expect that he would admit defeat, and he didn't let him go, as if he wanted to slap him with a palm.

"The tiger is not powerful, you still think Lao Tzu is a sick cat. ”

His anger rose to the ground, not retreating, but advancing, his hand behind his back, and he drew out the black sword with a bang, and split it with a sword.

No tricks, no tricks.

Some are just anger and indomitable momentum.

The black sword seemed to be able to feel his anger, and with a buzz, a substantiated black sword light separated from the end of the sword, rising in the wind, and instantly turned into a giant sword several meters high, slashing towards the Buddha's palm.

Indestructible, devastating.

The black sword volleyed the Buddha's mudra in half.

The big mudra was broken, and with a bang, Weng turned into a point of light and disappeared into mid-air.

The momentum of the sword was undiminished, and it slashed down towards the ring.

Jiekong never imagined that Ye Xiong's black sword would be so powerful, not only breaking his big hand vajra seal, but also slashing in front of him so quickly.

He was also careless and actually forgot to dodge.

At the moment of Qianjunyi, a figure of lightning came and pulled him out of the field, and he escaped being split in two by the sword.

Jiekong's face was pale, so frightened that he couldn't speak, not to mention how ugly his face was.

The one who rushed to save him was naturally his master, the nameless monk.

"The surname is Ye, the two of us competed, but you ran out to help, it's too shameless?"

Jiekong reacted and scolded angrily.

"I'm shameless or you're shameless, I've obviously admitted defeat on behalf of Master Praruo, not only do you not stop, but you also want to kill me, your monks in Longyin Temple are this quality. Ye Xiong asked coldly.

"You ......"

"Qualification, you shut up for me. The Nameless Monk shouted angrily.

Ye Xiong had already admitted defeat just now, and he didn't have his hand, which really embarrassed the face of Longyin Temple.

(End of chapter)