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Hou Longjun's face changed slightly, and while sacrificing his flying sword in the air, he continued to slash the falling meteorite to one side, and at the same time, he continuously shot out countless fist shadows towards other falling meteorites, and when these fist shadows hit the meteorite, they produced a strong propulsion force, and directly deflected the meteorite from the falling trajectory. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"This guy is actually still a body refiner!" Mao Sisheng was shocked in his heart. The power of Hou Longjun's punch showed that he was likely to possess the first major consummation of the Tempering Realm or even more powerful refining strength, which had already caused a crushing momentum for him who only had the initial cultivation of the ninth layer of the foundation.

"Come and don't be rude!" Hou Longjun immediately launched a counterattack after breaking the opponent's meteorite bombardment, and the top-grade flying sword attacked Mao Sisheng from the top lane, while he himself crashed directly into the opponent's middle lane like a cannonball.

While controlling the flying sword to resist Hou Longjun's attack on the upper road, Mao Sisheng sacrificed a high-grade magic weapon shield to protect in front of him, and Hou Longjun's fist hit the shield, although it did not cause any huge damage to it, but with the powerful impact force it directly hit it to the side.

Hou Longjun's body kept continuing to charge forward, as long as he was close behind him, with his physical strength comparable to the Great Perfection Realm of Zhuji, Mao Sisheng would only be beaten by fat.

While spear Sisheng flew back, he kept releasing spells to block them, but these spells didn't cause much damage to Hou Longjun, and the distance between the two was still getting closer.

The flying swords of the two in the air were still clashing fiercely, and Hou Longjun's flying swords were entangled to the death, just not to let Mao Sisheng withdraw his sword and return to defense.

At this moment, Mao Sisheng stopped suddenly, he had retreated to the edge of the fighting platform, and the prohibition behind him made it impossible for him to take another half step back. Hou Longjun finally killed in front of the opponent with a loud shout, and then there was no more, and Mao Sisheng died!

"Rice bucket!" Yuan Gang angrily slapped the armrest of the chair to pieces, and was won two games in a row by Long Fei's side, and he, the young sect master of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, was a big loser.

"Elder Wu, you go!" Yuan Gang said to one of the only two remaining monks beside him, he didn't believe that Wu Jianchen's cultivation of building the foundation of the Great Perfection could not contain a body refining cultivator who had built an eighth-layer foundation.

"Young Sect Master, don't worry, Wu will kill this guy!" Wu Jianchen jumped up, came to the registration desk, and signed his name on the life and death contract. After finishing, he looked at Hou Longjun with very provocative eyes, and the battle intent on his body was full.

Hou Longjun snorted coldly and was about to continue the battle, but at this time, Yang Feng had already taken the lead and walked up and said, "Brother Hou has already spent a lot of real yuan on the field, let's change the younger brother this time." ”

Wu Jianchen's cultivation of building the foundation of the Great Perfection, Hou Longjun, who was no longer in the best state at this time, really did not have much chance of winning against him.

Hou Longjun nodded, and retreated to the seat on Long Fei's side, Yang Feng naturally had nothing to worry about, the only thing that made him curious was how Yang Feng could skip the level and kill opponents who were too much higher than him without revealing some secrets on his body.

Yuan Gang, who had been depressed for two consecutive times, was finally happy, this Long Fei camp was right to let Hou Longjun take a break, but at least he had to change the appearance of the sixth layer of the foundation, what is the matter with a little weak chicken on the third layer of the foundation? Could it be that they had an infighting, and Long Fei had a grudge against this kid on the third floor of the foundation, so let him come up and send him to death?

It must be so!

Yuan Gang even felt a little sad for Yang Feng, being so killed by his teammates, even he couldn't stand it anymore.

"Give him a good time in a moment, I think this kid is strange and pitiful-hahaha" Yuan Gang ordered Wu Jianchen, but he couldn't help but laugh wildly in the end.

With such a disparity in strength, even the gladiatorial arena felt boring, poor Wu Jianchen's odds were only 1:1.05, but Yang Feng's odds were already as high as 1:5. Despite this, there are still people who don't have brains to buy Yang Feng to win, although the odds are attractive, but knowing that it is impossible, the incident is still brain-dead. Everyone bought Wu Jianchen to win, which made the gladiatorial arena feel a little pressured, and some even began to regret opening this handicap.

A figure that rose to the sky, and his posture landed on the platform with an extremely elegant posture, it was Wu Jianchen on Yuan Gang's side. Yang Feng also flew onto the stage, but when he landed, he stepped on a raised stone, and he stumbled and almost didn't fall, causing a burst of laughter.

The corners of Wu Jianchen's mouth twitched, he felt embarrassed to fight such an unchallenging opponent, if it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to kill Long Fei, he wouldn't have bothered to come to this troubled water.

Yang Feng was a little disgusted about the efficiency of the staff in the gladiatorial arena, these gravels were some remnants of the land after the meteorite rain spell was launched by Mao Sisheng before, and the staff actually didn't clean it up, it was too bad. If it weren't for his divine sense to go out to check, who would have thought that there was such a foreign object on the fighting platform?

"Make a move, let you make three moves first, lest people say that the deity bullies the juniors. Wu Jianchen raised his eyebrows, and did not rush to make the first move, completely in the style of a senior master.

Yang Feng saw that Wu Jianchen was about to be unable to pull it out, so he was not polite to him, and sacrificed the Burning Fire Sword and slashed directly at the opponent, and he only used three percent of his strength for this blow.

"The best flying sword!" Wu Jianchen's pupils shrank, and he already recognized the grade of the Burning Sword, and then his gaze became hot. The flying sword he was using was nothing more than a high-grade magic weapon, and this sword was simply a gift from the heavens.

With a sound of "dang", the two flying swords completed their first confrontation in the air, and the Minghuo Sword was knocked back a few meters, obviously Wu Jianchen had the upper hand.

"Good sword!" Wu Jianchen was even more satisfied, the power of this superb flying sword exceeded his expectations. If it weren't for the power of this sword, he was sure that his opponent would not be able to block his powerful blow.

The two flying swords circled in the air, and soon there was a second confrontation, this time the Burning Sword was repulsed again, but Wu Jianchen still didn't take much advantage.

The more Wu Jianchen looked at the Minghuo Sword, the more he liked it, and he was even reluctant to engage in a sword confrontation with it. In his eyes, the Burning Fire Sword was already his forbidden body, and the slightest injury would make him feel distressed.

"Sword fighting is too boring, try the magic power of the deity!" Wu Jianchen didn't care about the appointment of the three moves, and directly pinched the trick and began to release the spell, he didn't want to let his baby bump stay in the hands of others for a while.

In the sound of Wu Jianchen's incantation, one after another flying swords flew up from behind him, and then rushed towards Yang Feng one after another, this was the powerful attack spell he had been practicing for many years - "Sword Rain Technique"!

Yang Feng's body flashed, and he barely retreated beyond the range of the sword rain gathering fire, and the place where he was originally was was broken and broken by the light of countless flying swords in the blink of an eye, and it was a mess.

At this time, the Burning Fire Sword slashed at Wu Jianchen again, and Wu Jianchen, who was unwilling to touch it, had to dodge in all directions, but was a little embarrassed.

There was a boo in the stands, and many people despised Wu Jianchen's blatant act of releasing water, but our net worth is all on your Y's body, isn't it a trick to fight so fakely?

Yuan Gang's face was quite ugly, and he couldn't care about anything, so he directly approached the fighting platform and shouted: "Elder Wu, fight with him and kill him!"

As if awakened by Yuan Gang's angry shout, Wu Jianchen finally stopped worrying about the damage to the sword, and began to launch a sharp counterattack against Yang Feng like a storm, and at this time he had already used ten percent of his strength.

The confrontation between the two flying swords Wu Jianchen had a greater advantage, and he could force the opponent's flying sword back seven or eight meters away every time, but the Burning Fire Sword was like a dogskin plaster, and Wu Jianchen had no way to stab Yang Feng with his flying sword at all.

What everyone on the field saw was that Yang Feng was going to swallow several pills every few moments, knowing that he was not enough pills for True Yuan, and when he ran out of pills, it would inevitably be the time when he was killed, and those who had placed a heavy bet to buy Wu Jianchen to win finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Wu Jianchen finally began to swallow the pill, and for dozens of minutes in a row, the Imperial Flying Sword launched an attack, even if he was a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Foundation, he couldn't withstand the large consumption of the True Yuan.

Time passed little by little, Wu Jianchen's forehead was already full of sweat, and he had used up two bottles of two-star Gathering Spirit Pill, but Zhenyuan was still a little weak. What worries him the most is that his divine sense is already quite tired, and every time he urges the flying sword, it makes Zhihai extremely painful, and if he continues like this, he will not be able to continue to make the flying sword.

Yang Feng's side was even more exaggerated, there were empty bottles he threw all over the ground, and there were at least nearly thirty bottles by sight.

Wu Jianchen couldn't figure out where a monk in the early stage of foundation building could have so many pills to swallow, and he was sure that if the other party hadn't had a large number of pills to support, he would have already become a dead soul under his sword.

This is not a competition at all, this is a competition between the elixir stocks of both sides, whoever eats out the elixir first will be the final loser.

Yang Feng was also very helpless, it didn't matter how much pill he exposed, it was better than exposing other hole cards, and at this time, this long-lasting competition should almost come to an end.

Sure enough, Wu Jianchen, who had a bitter face, finally withdrew his already scarred top-grade flying sword. He still has a lot of pills, but there are no pills to restore his senses. His sea of consciousness was in terrible pain, and if he forcibly invoked his divine sense to attack the sword, he would probably collapse.

The Flame Sword staggered in the air and slashed towards Wu Jianchen, no matter how powerful it was, the power of the supreme magic weapon was enough to kill any monk in the foundation building period.

"I hate it so much, I don't accept it!" Wu Jianchen gripped the Burning Fire Sword that pierced the armor and pierced his chest with both hands, and he finally touched this superb magic weapon, even if his hands were burned by the flames and smoked and blistered, he didn't care.

If it weren't for this superb magic weapon, if it weren't for the fact that this kid had too many high-grade elixirs to restore true yuan and divine sense, if it weren't for his carelessness...... In the midst of too many "ifs" in his heart, Wu Jianchen's body fell to the ground with a bang, and his vision fell into eternal darkness. (To be continued.) )