Min Jian was not afraid at all with a one-to-two face, and his hands pinched the magic trick wildly, constantly inspiring a "immeasurable law seal". Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The mana on the fighting platform suddenly surged, and the fierce confrontation of the divine powers of the two sides of the fierce battle caused a large amount of energy to be vented everywhere, if it weren't for the high-level defensive magic arrays around the fighting platform, I am afraid that it would have been overwhelmed and collapsed.

Although Li Minning had an extra foundation puppet to help, he was only barely on par with his opponent. As the two sides fought for more and more time, he couldn't help but secretly cry bitter in his heart. Although this foundation building puppet is still superior to himself in terms of bravery, it is extremely fierce in terms of spirit stone consumption. Every quarter of an hour of use, you have to consume 1,000 spirit stones, and you can only hold a maximum of 2,000 spirit stones on your body. From just now to now, the two sides have been fighting for nearly two quarters of an hour, which means that this foundation puppet may be picked at any time now, and he will be very dangerous at that time.

Min Jian has almost reached his limit, but Wuwuzi has long seen through the weakness of this foundation building puppet, and has secretly transmitted the sound to him to grit his teeth and hold on again, so although there is not much true yuan left in his body, his attack is still sharp as usual.

With a muffled "click", the foundation building puppet finally stopped abruptly because it had exhausted the spirit stones in the device. At this time, Min Jian suddenly erupted into the most powerful wave of attacks since the start of the war, and a series of eight "immeasurable marks" were poured out by him in one go. Li Minning, whose face was like ashes, only barely blocked the impact of three of the marks, and he no longer had the ability to hold on. The five blue light marks exploded one after another on his body, and Li Minning could still feel the heart-rending pain at first, but when the third blue light mark broke out, he completely lost consciousness.

Min Jian raised his hand and put the Tsukiji puppet that was no longer moving into his storage bag, and at the same time took the storage bag on the fallen opponent as a trophy. Although his body was a little bad at the moment, his momentum did not weaken in the slightest, standing on the platform like a god of war, for a while, no one in the other core disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect dared to step forward to challenge him.

Kong Luo watched the first day of his puppet hall fall into Min Jian's hands like this, and the anger on his body couldn't be contained for a while, and he almost poured the pressure of his knot period towards Min Jian. Or Yunhe, a real person, has fast eyes and hands. also encouraged Zhenyuan to disperse Kong Luo's coercion, otherwise the two sects would probably fight immediately.

"Senior brother mourns, everything is based on the overall situation!" Yunhe Zhenren patted Kong Luo's shoulder and persuaded him.

"Senior brother's lesson is that I lost my temper just now. Although Kong Luo was sad and angry in his heart. But he still knows the general situation, and he knows that at this time, the Qianji Sect must not be able to hold his breath and let people see jokes.

The audience, who were originally shocked by Min Jian's divine might, suddenly took steps almost at the same time, ready to rush to the fighting platform. At this moment, Sanssouci's loud voice spread throughout the audience first: "It's late today, the fight will come to an end first, and this 'friendly exchange' between the two sects will continue during the day tomorrow." The old man was also tired. I can't stay up all night when I'm old, so let's disperse!"

Qichenzi and Bu Jiye received a message from Yunhe Zhenren, telling them that Min Jian had run out of true yuan, and the two of them had a great chance of challenging him at this time, and the two of them suddenly competed for the stage.

It's just that Yunhe Zhenren can see that Min Jian is already at the end of the strong crossbow, so why can't Wuwuzi see it? In order to give Min Jian a chance to breathe for a night, he called a timeout very undisciplinedly, and all the nonsense of being old and mentally poor came out, only making a few of the ancestors of the Thousand Machines Sect angry in their hearts and scolding the old guy for being too shameless.

But when it came to this, Yunhe Zhenren and the others could no longer forcibly carry out the competition, so this cruel and abnormal competition between the core disciples of the two sects finally stopped temporarily. The disciples of the Wanbao Sect were naturally elated and proud. On the other hand, the disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect were suppressed too badly by the other party because of the competition, and everyone's faces were a little listless, and their morale was very low.

Yang Feng had not been idle for half a day, his mind was not spent on this competition, but racing against time to refine the third-level rune seal with the materials that the master had obtained for him.

Until the middle of the night, he didn't mean to stop, taking advantage of the heat of his hands and almost frantically refining one third-level rune seal after another in the talisman room. At dawn the next day, the third-level talisman seals in Yang Feng's hand had recovered to nearly fifty.

Now his failure rate in making third-level talismans is extremely low, except for a few failures at the beginning, the next dozens of times are all successful once, this terrifying talisman speed and success rate is his master Wu Shunsheng is probably ashamed of himself.

Now Yang Feng finally has some confidence again. However, he knew that it was not enough to face the powerful "Skywalker", what he needed to do was to continuously improve his cultivation, as long as his cultivation was truly improved, the talisman seal or something would be floating clouds.

Stretched. Yang Feng walked out of the talisman room, and he couldn't see any sect disciples along the way. Only then did he remember that after Yunhe Zhenren finished the pre-war mobilization yesterday, he got the talisman materials from Shizun and came directly to the talisman room, he didn't know what the result of the two core disciples of the big competition was, could it be that they were still competing today?

Yang Feng thought for a moment, and walked towards the square platform where the two battles were fighting. If the competition between the core disciples of the two sides is not over. He also had to observe and learn by the way, after all, it was still very rare to see a genius disciple competition of this level.

Chop Chenzi stepped into the ring with a hard head, just a moment ago, Bu Jiye had just been killed by Min Jian, and he didn't have time to escape with his life. As the last core disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect to participate in this battle, even if he knew that he was invincible, he could only go up, otherwise he would lose not only the dignity of the Thousand Machines Sect, but also the Dao heart of his cultivation of the dust slasher. In the face of an opponent of a similar age, if he didn't even have the courage to stand in front of the other party, even if he saved his life, his cultivation path would stop there. Rather than living in secret, it is better to fight vigorously.

After a night of meditation, Min Jian recovered, and with the help of the elixir given by his ancestor Sansso, he almost returned to his peak state. Facing two opponents who were only on the second layer of the foundation, he didn't pay attention to them at all, and easily killed the monk named Bu Jiye among them with almost no effort. Seeing that Cutting Dust actually dared to come up to fight, he couldn't help but admire the other party's courage a little, but the master ancestor strictly ordered him to kill all the opponents of the Thousand Machine Sect, and he had no choice but to kill again. Fortunately, this should be the last person on the other side, and this killing can be regarded as an end.

Chopping Dust is the eldest disciple of the second elder of Lingyun Peak, although he is only a cultivator of the second layer of foundation building, but he is extremely talented, and his actual combat power is not inferior to the strength of the third layer of foundation building. As soon as he came up, he used all the moves that ended up together, but in front of the heavenly moat that separated the primary and middle stages of foundation building, his desperate fight was nothing more than delaying the time of his defeat.

Min Jian's attack and defense were still so lightly understated, and he didn't use any sharp killing moves, as if he wanted to play the prey in front of him first.

Sanssouci saw it clearly on the judging table and knew that this was not the case, but that his apprentice grandson had become a woman's kindness, so he coughed twice in dissatisfaction to warn.

Min Jian was shocked in his heart, knowing that his master was already impatient, he sighed in his heart, and he was no longer merciful when he made a move.

"Meteor catches the moon!"

This is the first time that Min Jian has used another trick of his own in a battle with the core disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect, and it can be regarded as a kind of respect for him who is not afraid of death.

Slashing Dust used all his strength to fight against Sanssouci for nearly a quarter of an hour, and there was already very little true yuan left in his body. He saw that Min Jian had disappeared after using a new trick, and at the same time, a huge death threat was rapidly approaching him, and he knew that this time he was in danger.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and the dust slasher did not dodge or dodge Min Jian's attack, his body was flooded with countless red lights at this moment, and the violent true yuan fluctuations that surged even the surrounding space were stagnant.

"It's not good, he's going to blow himself up!" Min Jian noticed something was wrong the moment his body was close to the dust cutter, the power of a foundation building monk's self-explosion was very amazing, and it was definitely not something he could easily resist.

"Damn!" Min Jian regretted that he had left the other party too much time, if he had done all his killing moves at the beginning, it would have been possible for Dusty to be killed before he could make the decision to blow himself up.

The huge force of the explosion almost overturned the entire arena, but Min Jian, who was in the center of the explosion, was spared because he timely sacrificed a top-grade peak defensive magic weapon that Master Wuzi gave him as a reward last night, but this magic weapon was also almost destroyed because of the powerful impact of the explosion, and it was no longer usable until it was repaired.

The master who cut the dust in the stands is already in tears. This big disciple of his is not only a natural talent, but also extremely respectful of his teacher, and he is even more sincere and friendly to others, and he is the core disciple of the Thousand Machines Sect with the best reputation, if there is no fall, his future achievements are absolutely limitless.

The faces of the disciples of the Thousand Machines Sect were also sad and indignant, and at this moment, their morale was no longer low, but there was a kind of cohesive force that was rapidly forming with the same hatred and hatred.

"It's rare for my Wanbao Sect to come to the door once to ask for the demeanor of your sect's disciples, and the number of us who appeared is one more than your sect's, welcome your sect to continue to send disciples to challenge, and my Wanbao Sect is next. Sanssouci's irritating voice echoed over the entire square.

No one responded for a long time, but Wuwuzi said aloud again with some unwillingness: "Shouldn't the huge Thousand Machines Sect have no one to fight, right?" ”

(PS: That's all for today's update, thank you comrades for your support.) (To be continued.) )