"What do you call Your Excellency in Xia Li Madman?" Li Madman hugged his fist at the young man in Taoist robes. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Unexpectedly, the young man in the robe had an extremely arrogant personality, and glanced at Li Madman lightly: "You are a mortal martial artist, and you are not qualified to know my name, you should do it first, otherwise, when I make a move, you will not have a chance to make a move." ”

The other party's cultivation is a weight lower than his own, and he still despises himself like this, Li Madman suddenly became angry, and said to the other party in a cold voice: "You are looking for death!"

As soon as the words fell, Li Madman stepped out, his body was like lightning, and he approached the young man in Dao robe in an instant, and his fists were wrapped in blood-red air and went straight to the opponent's chest, this is the military Dao killing fist created by Li Madman combined with battlefield killing skills and the Li family's innate martial arts!

Li Madman remembered the instructions of Song Yan, the master, and as soon as he made a move, he made a killing move, and he did it with all his might.

"Bang!

Two fists with a huge force of 10,000 catties slammed into the chest of the young man in the Taoist robe.

The other party flew in response.

At the moment when the other party flew away, Li Madman couldn't help but secretly say, this immortal cultivator is nothing more than that, and at the same time, there were also bursts of applause from the Yan and Huang side.

The young man in the Taoist robe flew upside down for several meters, but he landed unscathed when he landed again, and said to Li Mad with disdain: "Is this all you have the ability to? I can't even break my defense!"

Most people didn't notice that in fact, when Madman Li's fist hit the young man in Dao robe, a faint layer of golden light suddenly overflowed from his body, and it was that layer of golden light that blocked Madman Li's attack.

Seeing this scene, Yan Huang's face sank slightly, and Li Madman's full force could not hurt a congenital sixfold immortal cultivator, which was really shocking and unexpected.

"Come again!"

Anger flashed in Madman Li's eyes, and he stepped out again, heading straight for the other party.

However, at this moment, the young man in the Dao robe threw out an object, which was a fist-sized golden seal, and as soon as the golden seal appeared in the air, it turned into a golden ray and crashed towards the Li madman.

"Boom!"

Seeing the golden seal that came out of thin air, Li Madman was taken aback and hurriedly punched it.

It was only when his fist collided with his golden seal that he felt a powerful force coming from the golden seal, and although he tried his best to resist, he was still shocked and took a few steps back.

Just as he was able to stand firm, the golden seal flew in again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Again and again, Li Madman was knocked back again and again, and his face became more and more pale, because every time he was hit, a force would break into his body, and after several times, his internal organs had been shocked.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the people on Yan Huangguo's side were a little unsightly, obviously the other party's realm was one weight lower than that of Li Madman, but with the power of the magic weapon, he was defeated and retreated again and again, which was too embarrassing and helpless.

And Song Yan's eyes swept over this golden seal, but he showed a thoughtful look, this golden seal is a magic weapon, a second-grade treasure, and it is also the worst kind of second-grade treasure, before he detected that the true yuan of the nine foundation building pseudo-Dao foundations and their disciples were mixed and impure, he was a little suspicious, the inheritance of this group of immortal cultivators may not be very good.

After seeing the magic weapon used by the other party, he became more suspicious, because this magic weapon was too simple to refine, and the dignified second-grade treasure actually only had the function of "smashing".

collided with the golden seal several times in a row, and the madman Li finally couldn't resist, and was smashed in the chest by the golden seal, vomiting blood and flying upside down.

What everyone didn't expect was that after smashing the madman Li, the immortal cultivator disciple continued to manipulate the golden seal to smash the madman's head, and he had the intention of smashing his head.

"Stop!"

Seeing this scene, Li Mu couldn't help but suddenly change color and shouted loudly, and when he saw the situation, he was about to rush out to save people.

However, just as he stood up, a cold snort sounded in his ears, and suddenly, he fell back to his seat with a miserable expression as if he had been struck by lightning.

On the field, Li Madman, who was in the air, saw that the golden seal was about to smash on his head, and in this life and death, he forced a breath of true qi and shot it out.

"Bang!"

Li Madman screamed and flew back, smashed more than ten meters away, and fainted directly.

But the young man in the Taoist robe still had no intention of stopping, and actually manipulated the golden seal to fly in again, intending to completely kill Madman Li.

A cold light flashed in Song Yan's eyes, and when his body shook, he flew to Li Madman's side, grabbed his body and stepped back, and shouted in his mouth: "We admit defeat!"

"Hmph, mortal martial artists are really vulnerable!" the middle-aged man in the Dao robe sneered and withdrew the Golden Seal Dao.

As soon as these words came out, not only did the faces of the participants change greatly, revealing anger, but even the heads of state, the nine pavilion elders and the heads of the six major sects of the ten major families did not look very good.

"In the first game, the Xianmen side won. Han Song walked out, announced the result, and continued: "The second game of the competition begins, please send the players on the Xianmen side first!"

As soon as Han Song's voice fell, a handsome man in a Confucian robe stepped out of the group of immortal cultivators, looking forward to it, his expression was extremely relaxed.

"Please send players from the Yan and Huang side. Han Song said again.

This young man in a Confucian robe is an innate sevenfold immortal cultivator, and if he wants to win, he must only send an innate eightfold martial artist.

So, Long Jian's gaze swept over the group of innate eightfolds, and asked, "Who is going?"

"I'll meet him!"

As soon as the figure flickered, a man in a black tracksuit flew out and landed in the center of the field, standing opposite the young man in the Confucian robe.

Shi Shiran, a young man in a Confucian robe, said: "You are not my opponent, if you admit defeat now, you can still save your life, otherwise, when I attack, you won't even have a chance to beg for mercy!"

"Don't talk nonsense, take it!"

The young man in the black sportswear shouted and pulled out the soft sword at his waist and slashed out.

However, at this moment, the young man in the Confucian robe smiled strangely, and his figure began to fly back, and at the same time, he took out a jade talisman from his sleeve and quickly pinched a magic trick and threw it into the sky.

"Look at my thunder rune!"

"Boom!"

Like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the jade talisman exploded, shooting out a thunderbolt that instantly hit the opponent.

The young man in black sportswear was beaten to the ground with a scream, and his whole body was scorched black, but the young man in the Confucian robe bullied him and kicked him in the temple, and a kick full of true yuan directly shook the young man in black sportswear into a pulp, and then he died.

Sure enough, I can't say the opportunity to beg for mercy!

On Yan Huang's side, seeing that the other party was ruthless to a person who had lost his combat effectiveness, he was angry, helpless, and a little frightened.

And Song Yan's face was also a little gloomy, if he continued to compete, he was sure that not only did the Yan and Huang side not have the slightest chance of winning, I am afraid that half of the hundred martial artists participating in the competition would survive.

It's just that he was a little puzzled, what was this competition with immortal cultivators for?

[Author's digression]: Thank you for the big reward [Slash Your Mother's Bleeding].