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The so-called, "stick" is known as the title of the head of a hundred soldiers, the range of attack is extremely wide, since ancient times there is a "stick sweeping a large area" saying. When it is used by Forgotten Wind, it is simply a posture as quiet as a virgin and moving like a dragon.

The other party did not show mercy to Shen Mengyao because she was a woman, but in order to seize the qualification to enter the ninth layer, as soon as she entered the ring, she used the Xuan-level low-grade martial arts dragon descenting stick method. The shadow of the stick in the sky directly shrouded Shen Mengyao.

However, Shen Mengyao is not a weak hand. In addition, she got a tiger-headed golden gun, which was even more powerful.

Several disciples of the Eight-Faced Buddha Sect stared at the ring and secretly analyzed.

"Guns and sticks, these two weapons, are slightly similar in their way of attacking. The gun picks a line, and the stick sweeps a large area. The sword walks like a dragon, and the axe dances like a snowflake. Shen Mengyao occupies the advantage of the Tiger Head Zhan Golden Gun, so she can suppress Senior Brother Forgetful Wind. ”

"That's right, Senior Brother Forgetful Wind is in a hurry to win, and he has lost his rhythm."

"However, after this battle, Shen Mengyao also consumed more physical strength and yuan power, and the qualification of the ninth layer must belong to us!"

Forgetfulness is not worried.

Shen Mengyao can only fight two battles at most. Even if Ye Han recovers his peak strength, he will face a wheel battle with several of them. What's more, Ye Han has not yet reached the Liangyi Realm, how can he be his opponent?

Come to think of it.

Forgot to look at Ye Han. At this moment, Ye Han was already fully engaged in the Xingchen Formula. The power of the mighty stars continued to circulate wildly along his meridians, increasing circle after circle. Gradually, the air around his body suddenly jumped. An inexplicable wind also set off.

Everyone only saw that a hurricane, quickly centered on Ye Han's body, kept rotating and increasing, and it actually swept into the sky. The whirlwind was faintly heard by the dragon's roar.

This moment.

The light of the stars above the nine heavens shone brightly, and it actually penetrated the mysterious ancient pagoda and landed on him. The infinite power of the stars, with the flow of the hurricane, turned into a whirlpool and continued to pour into Ye Han's body. His body, like a terrifying black hole, contained these powers without limit!

"What kind of exercises is Ye Han practicing?"

"What he absorbed didn't seem to be the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force. Rather, it is a level higher than the Heaven and Earth Yuan Force. ”

In the distance, the disciples of the Eight-Faced Buddha Sect looked over in horror.

Even if they were dozens of feet apart, they could still feel the terrifying suction force that erupted on Ye Han's body like a black hole. With the emergence of this suction, even the slate under Ye Han's body was constantly flashing one after another spider web-like cracks because of the emergence of suction!

"Rainstorm Pear Flower Spear!"

The forgotten wind in the ring was also slightly distracted because of the abnormal changes caused by Ye Han, and was quickly seized by Shen Mengyao and knocked out of the ring with a shot.

"Forget the sky, you go to the second scene!"

"Don't be distracted by Ye Han anymore......"

One of his own side was defeated, and his face was a little ugly.

He immediately ordered a short monk beside him to send him out. The latter nodded, jumped directly into the ring, and without even saying hello, he went straight to the battle, not intending to give Shen Mengyao any time to breathe.

Forget the empty holding of double knives, every time he dances, it is to set off a fierce knife wall. The wind can't blow in, and the water can't splash through. Even the infinite spears that erupted from the fall of the stars could be intercepted by him. In addition, Shen Mengyao's physical strength was exhausted, and almost as soon as she played, she forgot to seize the upper hand. In addition, his double-knife attack is extremely insidious, if he doesn't move, he will be like a lurking poisonous snake pointing at Shen Mengyao's body!

"I can't lose!"

"These people are all powerhouses of the Liangyi Realm, and every minute I hold on, I can buy Ye Han a minute of recovery time."

"The most terrifying thing is that the monk named Forgetfulness, the purple gold bowl in his hand should also be a certain second-order weapon, and it was actually a spear that could devour Ye Han without moving."

Shen Mengyao was constantly beaten and retreated, and her pretty face lost blood.

But as soon as she thought of Ye Han, she gritted her teeth and persevered.

"Ssangyong goes to sea!"

Forget the empty brow furrowed slightly.

He didn't expect that Shen Mengyao, whose combat strength was already one in ten, would spend so much time with him. At that moment, a trace of anger flashed on his face, and he roared, and his body swept out. The two knives in his hands pointed at Shen Mengyao!

Scold!

A piercing sound of knives rang out, and the twin knives burst out with a vast light. The sword mangs were churning and circling in mid-air, and they really turned into two dragons that went out to sea. There was a chasing, entwining rush in the void, and in an instant, it was already biting Shen Mengyao's shoulders.

"Dragons? Dragon! It turns out that it is so! I finally understand how 'Star Dragon in the Wild' is used! ”

Shen Mengyao stared at the sangyong that was rushing over, and there was a burst of realization in her mind.

Ye Han once taught her 'Starry Shooting'. It's a pity that her qualifications are limited, and she only learned the first type of 'starfall'. As for the second type of 'Star Dragon in the Wild' and the third type of 'Ten Thousand Dragons Worship', no matter how she comprehended it, she couldn't find the trick.

Now, the other party's move actually made her mind feel like a lightning bolt, which instantly made Shen Mengyao solve the confusion she had been holding for a long time.

Rumble!

With one foot forward, Shen Mengyao stepped into the horse, and the tiger head Zhan golden gun in his hand slowly pointed forward. Although, this shot, it seems to be unremarkable. However, as the tip of the gun pointed out, the yuan force in Shen Mengyao's body poured out unreservedly at this moment like a flood that had burst open the embankment.

"Tiger fires!"

Enlightenment, plus your own understanding.

This trick was forced by her. The tip of the tiger's head and golden gun seemed to come to life at this moment. A descending tiger with flames burning all over its body leaped out at this moment, and rushed up to the two dragons that went out to sea in an instant.

Boom!

In an instant, the attacks of the two sides collided fiercely. An earth-shattering explosion suddenly resounded through the eighth layer. When the Yuan Force exploded, it set off a terrible storm, sweeping in all directions like a tide.

Shen Mengyao, who bore the brunt of the attack, was immediately hit by this wave of qi. Spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

"What?"

Forgetful and horrified, in the face of this powerful wave of qi, he was unavoidable, and he was also hit hard. At this moment, he only felt a huge force like an angry dragon surging into his body, and his entire body lost its balance, spitting out blood and falling out of the ring.

"Losing both?"

"Falling out of the ring at the same time, who loses and who wins?"

No one expected that Shen Mengyao would fight back on the spot. At the same time as he was defeated, he also bombarded the emptiness with one move!

The frightened disciples of the Eight-Faced Buddha Sect looked at each other for a while.

"It doesn't matter who wins or loses!"

On the opposite side, only Ye Han was left. And on our side, there are four more people. I don't believe in wheel warfare, and I can't beat Ye Han alone! ”

Another person was defeated, forgetting that his white facial features were almost distorted.

He was holding a purple gold bowl, and his knuckles were faintly white.

"Forget the fire, you will fight this time!"

Forget to know and shout.

"Yes!"

A monk who was two meters tall and full of fat intestines replied with an urn. He carried a crescent shovel and walked slowly towards the ring. Heavy footsteps, every time you land, you will step on the ground into a depression.

"Senior Brother Forgetfire is the second disciple of the outer sect, I bet that Ye Han can't beat three moves in his hands!"

"In Ye Han's first battle, he met Senior Brother Forgotten Fire, which is really tragic! It seems that Senior Brother Forgetfulness doesn't plan to give Ye Han a chance! ”

"Hehe, the crescent shovel in the hands of Senior Brother Forget Fire is made of Ugin and weighs 1,800 catties. Defeat Ye Han, all it takes is one move! ”

While everyone was talking, Forget Huo had already stepped into the ring.

He flipped his right hand.

The crescent moon shovel danced in a cold wind, and the sound of 'bang' pointed directly at Ye Han.

"Come on!"

"Let the poor monk teach you a lesson for the Buddha!"

Forget the fire and condense.

Whew――

With the sound of forgetting the fire, Ye Han woke up from that wonderful state. At this moment, he only felt that his body was like a volcano, accumulating endless strength. Hearing the other party's voice, Ye Han raised his eyebrows slightly, and a disdainful smile appeared on his face.

"Teach me for the Buddha?"

"You deserve it too?"

Whew!

As soon as the words fell, Ye Han's wings behind him spread rapidly, and the steps in the clouds were stretched to the limit. At this moment, he was already rushing to the ring.

At the same time, he shot forward.

Terrible gunfire, almost enveloping the entire ring. Suddenly, a shocking explosion suddenly sounded. In the ring, the dust erupted, like a huge wave, rolling and surging around. When everyone was terrified, a figure flew out of the ring screaming, and it had already fallen heavily to the ground.

"That's?"

"Senior Brother Forgotten Fire?"

Several disciples of the Eight-Faced Buddha Sect let out a burst of exclamations in unison.