However, after Batu launched such a terrifying blow, it seemed that the aura in his body was also consumed too much, and then his face showed a little tiredness. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Roar!

Suddenly, Batu raised his head to the sky and roared, and used the secret technique of the Yaksha clan to stimulate all the potential in his body.

In the blink of an eye, the light on his body was blazing, and a pair of wings were filled with lightning, and his whole body was steaming.

"Look, this monster of Wanshanmen actually has the thunder and lightning supernatural powers that only the Yaksha royal clan has!" Nine acres" The Great Immortal Master of the Realm looked horrified, and whispered to his friend beside him.

Suddenly, Batu's ten fingers hovering in mid-air moved in unison, and in an instant, ten dazzling electric lights shot out, all of which bombarded Zhao Yu.

However, they were all scattered in the air by one after another of incomparable sword lights, and they couldn't get close to Zhao Yu at all.

At this moment, Zhao Yu has comprehended a trace of kendo to the extreme, but the aura in his body is also rapidly consuming.

"What a terrifying swordsmanship! It's so powerful!" The nearly 10,000 monks outside the arena almost looked frightened, and many monks secretly exclaimed in their hearts.

Shout!

Suddenly, a cold light flew out of the void silently and struck from behind Zhao Yu.

Whoa!

After a tenth of a breath, Batu transformed his wings into a giant bow, and shot out black and gold feathers like arrows on the bowstring.

Each arrow was cold and flew through the air with a dazzling electric light.

In an instant, a dense attack like a rain of arrows was formed.

When some monks outside the arena saw this scene, their faces changed drastically, and they couldn't help but let out exclamations in their mouths.

However, due to the powerful mana prohibition around the dueling arena, Zhao Yu couldn't see their faces at all, and couldn't hear their exclamations.

Although Zhao Yu didn't have long eyes behind him, relying on his divine sense, he could clearly feel a trace of abnormality around him.

When Zhao Yu noticed that a cold arrow behind him was silently shooting at his speed, he turned around sharply and slashed the spiritual energy sword in his hand.

Rumble!

A cold light that was almost like a blade of light struck the cold arrow in a flash, and it burst open, and dozens of scorched feather fragments flew in the air.

Many monks outside the arena suddenly showed shocked expressions on their faces, and a "Nine Mu" Realm Great Immortal Master who had cultivated a very high level in sword skills sighed lightly: "This little Taoist friend of the White Tiger Sect is really amazing, he has only touched a trace of sword dao at the age of eighteen. ！”

Zhao Yu succeeded with a sword, and immediately turned around and looked coldly at the dozen or so arrows that shot towards him with electric light.

Boom!

Seeing that more than a dozen arrows were less than three feet away from him, Zhao Yu immediately danced the aura sword in his hand lightly, and suddenly a sword groan sounded.

Immediately, a snowy and cold light flew out from the aura sword, and in an instant, a light blade like a crescent moon was formed.

The blade of light spun at great speed, flying through the arrows at an unbelievable speed, crushing them all in the blink of an eye, leaving only a few fragments of feathers flying in the air.

Batu, who was suspended in mid-air, also saw his eyes straight, and his face turned pale, originally he had no opponent among the young monks of Wanshan Gate, and he could easily sweep all the monks of the same age.

Originally, he thought that he could defeat Zhao Yu with a few magical powers and secret techniques of the Yaksha clan, but now that he had almost exhausted the aura in his body, he was still completely suppressed by Zhao Yu.

This was a big blow to Batu and a blow to his self-confidence.

"Zhao Yu, you are too strong, I am defeated!" Batu, who has always been conceited and never admits defeat, said in mid-air after a while.

Immediately, he flew from mid-air to the ground, his feet limp, his body shaky, and he could barely stand.

"Zhao Yu, win!" immediately shouted from the outside of the arena as the Athletic City monk who presided over the game rang out.

The victory in this battle allowed Baihumen to receive a reward and share of 800 million gold bars, and Zhao Yu also received a share of 400 million.

After this duel, Zhao Yu became even more powerful in Luoyun City, and the disciples of the cultivation sect who had originally agreed to fight him withdrew one after another, allowing the White Tiger Sect to easily get a liquidated damages of one billion gold bars.

Zhao Yu got half of them, so that the amount of gold bars in the crystal card he carried with him reached more than 900 million.

He had already taken a fancy to a magic treasure bag sold by a top magic weapon shop.

It is a low-level space magic weapon, and after recognizing the Lord through a drop of blood, it can be controlled by the divine sense as he wants, which can make it grow to a radius of ten acres, or it can be reduced to the size of an array eye.

Since it was a "Immortal" realm late-stage supreme human race monk who lived in seclusion in Luoyun City, and he had cultivated it by himself, and there were dozens of pieces, so the price was not particularly expensive, and the worst one was sold for about a billion gold bars.

Therefore, not long after Zhao Yu came out of the Athletic City, he borrowed 100 million gold bars from Wang De, and then bought the magic treasure bag.

After returning to the inn room, Zhao Yu confessed it with blood, and then put the most valuable things such as the broken sword, bronze ancient lamp, and scarab larvae into this magic treasure bag.

Immediately, Zhao Yu's divine sense moved, and the magic weapon bag the size of a cloth bag immediately shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a streamer and flew into a pore of his arm.

In the next few days, Zhao Yu devoted himself to cultivation and enlightenment in the bedroom.

The young disciples of the major cultivation sects who came to Luoyun City were almost all concentrating on cultivation at this time.

In a few days, the Nanni Empire's Young Monks Heavenly Ranking Tournament will begin, and the Emperor will lead hundreds of civil and military officials to the Athletic City to watch the game.

However, in the days leading up to the start of the Young Cultivator Heavenly List Competition, it was extremely lively in the top "Royal No. 1" auction hall in the empire, where many sect leaders and elders of the great cultivation sects from all over the empire auctioned or exchanged the rare items in their hands here.

The head of the White Tiger Sect and several elders also came here and entrusted the ten Golden Horn alien races they had captured to the "Royal No. 1" auction house.

As soon as a golden-horned alien appeared on the auction table, it immediately triggered a truth bidding from many of the cultivators present.

In the end, these ten golden-horned alien races were all auctioned off by a mysterious figure for more than 180 billion gold bars.

A day later, the mysterious figure actually directly found Liao Lei, the head of the White Tiger Sect, and after the two had a divine exchange, Liao Lei sold him all the things they had obtained from that desperate valley.

This time, the mysterious man spent more than 600 billion gold bars to buy what the White Tiger Gate monk got from that valley, as well as ten years of control of that valley.

The next day, Liao Lei, the head of the White Tiger Sect, who became rich overnight, took a few elders to purchase all kinds of magic weapons, weapons, armor, magic runes, and elixirs in the top shops in Luoyun City.