The raging wind has maintained the tea kung fu without any signs of stopping, according to the normal situation, Tang Lang is only a sixth-grade scholar-level cultivator, and his spiritual power should have been exhausted a long time ago, but because his spiritual vortex has been compressed many times, it is actually comparable to the second-grade master, so he can last for so long.

Even so, Tang Lang had already reached the end of the crossbow, his body had begun to shake slightly uncontrollably, and the roar of the wind dragon was getting smaller and smaller, and there was a possibility of interruption at any time.

At this time, there was a voice in the void that was erratic: "Tang Lang, stop! Fighting to this point, you have done your best, don't be too entangled in temporary gains and losses, squeezing the spirit vortex too much is extremely detrimental to your future cultivation, stop it!"

Tang Lang laughed miserably: "I'm already a little unable to hold on, but do you dare to say that your state is better than mine?" I guess you're almost to the limit, let's see which of us can't hold it first!"

"You scoundrel boy!" Hou Feng scolded, "Then you can consume it! See how long you can last......"

After Hou Feng said this, there was no sound, and after half a cup of tea, Tang Lang could no longer maintain his martial arts, and the wind in the ring suddenly stopped, and he also knelt in the ring in a dejected manner.

"Is it only possible to do this?" Hou Feng strode out of the void and asked Tang Lang from a distance of more than ten zhang.

Tang Lang didn't raise his head, and the source of the sound was a fireball, but the wind in front of him was still just an illusion.

"I know that you are a fellow practitioner of the Spell Martial Arts, how can I not be defenseless at all?" Hou Feng condensed an illusion from another place and asked him.

"Since you know that I am a fellow practitioner of the spell martial arts, you still dare to be so careless!Flying Fire Meteor!" Tang Lang swept away the decline just now, got up and released a high-level spell, almost covering the entire ring.

Tang Lang's opportunity card was extremely accurate, covering all the positions that the system had deduced just now, only to see a void in the ring tremble violently, and a figure fell out of it, letting out a muffled snort.

"You can actually see through my mirror?" Hou Feng had just been hit by several fireballs at the same time, and his whole body was scorched black, but he didn't pay attention to it, just kept asking Tang Lang.

Although Tang Lang was a little tired, his eyes were still extremely sharp: "I didn't completely waste my spiritual power just now, but I kept using the storm to find some patterns of your changes, and finally I found some clues of your spell, so just now I used the Flying Fire Meteor to cover all the locations where you may appear!"

Hou Feng smiled bitterly: "It's okay to do this! Every time I appear, all the corresponding positions will change once, so that you can see through, I lose convincingly! Tang Lang, you won this game!"

Tang Lang pursed his lips and smiled: "What do you mean that I won! Obviously, your spiritual power is weak, and if you continue to fight, it will still be the same result." ”

Hou Feng smiled helplessly: "Can't you save some face for me, do you have to expose me to my face?"

The two looked at each other and smiled, and walked down from the ring hand in hand.

"These two boys, it's a bit interesting!" In the city lord's box, Yin Tairan couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene.

The Yangyu City Lord where Houfeng was located also laughed and scolded: "Houfeng, this kid is really heartless, he laughs so happily even after defeating, he has to teach him a good lesson when he goes back!"

After the three competitions in the first round came to an end, Yin Tairan signaled to rest for a while, allowing several players to recover their spiritual powers, and then started the rest of the competition again.

The first to appear are Ivy and An Chenshun.

An Chenshun has a strong body, thick arms, and a mixed iron rod with the thickness of an arm in his hand, and walks a powerful martial arts path, but in the last round, he met the fierce Zhuang Tianrui, and he was beaten to the point that he had no temper at all. In order to recover the disadvantage in this game, it was a crazy style of play at the beginning.

"Mount Tai is overwhelming!" An Chenshun's whole person jumped into the air, his muscles were raised, like a demon god, and the mixed iron rod became upright under the injection of spiritual power, pressing towards the ring like a hill.

"Poof!" The storm above Ivy's head was suddenly smashed apart, and her pretty face turned pale and spewed out a mouthful of blood.

"Stop! Let's admit defeat!" Tang Lang saw that this was wrong, flew up and jumped into the ring, punched the mixed iron rod hard, and felt like he had been hit by a brute beast, and flew out of the ring upside down, but he finally knocked the iron rod in the wrong direction, so he didn't smash Ivy into a pulp.

"Why do you have such a heavy hand? This is a game, not a vendetta! There is a kind of fight between the two of us!" Tang Lang became angry, regardless of his own blood churning, rushed to the ring and helped the frightened Ivy up from the ground, and scolded loudly.

An Chenshun's face was blue and red, and he muttered for a long time before he spoke: "Yes...... I'm sorry! I was patronizing how to win just now, and my head was hot and a little dizzy, it doesn't matter!"

In addition to the impact of the spell backlash at the beginning, Ivy was more frightened, which would be paralyzed in Tang Lang's arms and couldn't lift any strength, but she still struggled and said: "I'm fine, I don't blame you!"

Tang Lang saw the other party's honest appearance, and he couldn't express his anger, so he could only say stupidly: "Since Sister Ai Wei doesn't pursue it, this time it's over!" But in the future, you must be able to do it accordingly, otherwise there will definitely be trouble!"

An Chenshun was busy apologizing on the side, and the back wind of the same group also came to intercede, Tang Lang reluctantly gave up, and released two more life spells to Ai Wei, so he was relieved. At the same time, in the next game, Houfeng and Xia Yan have already started a war.

The two of them are both spell masters, and Hou Feng is obviously more skilled, and he no longer uses the mirror flowers and water moon when he fought against Tang Lang, but one high-level spell after another, almost without any stop, so that Xia Yan was quickly overwhelmed and defeated.

At this point, the three groups have their own wins and losses, Ai Wei and Tang Lang have two points in the group, and the Houfeng group also has two points, and Zhuang Tianrui, who has the highest strength, is only one point behind, only looking at the last one-on-one result.

"Tang Lang, it's finally our turn to fight, how is your state, how many moves can you resist?" Zhuang Tianrui stood on top of the ring, with an incomparably huge pair of heavy swords behind him, his body was like an abyss.

Tang Lang stretched his muscles slightly, and said loudly: "Brother Rui, you should also be careful, my fists are not light, don't be beaten down by me for a while!"

The two glanced at each other, their eyes became sharp at the same time, the air instantly became solemn, the defensive formation in the ring rose suddenly, and the two immediately began to attack each other like a storm.

Zhuang Tianrui intended to test Tang Lang's skills, so he did not use the big sword behind him, and turned into an afterimage and waved an iron fist around Tang Lang's body, the fist style was fierce, and it was even more fierce than using martial arts.

Although Tang Lang didn't want to show weakness, his physique was still quite far behind the other party, so he could only urge the two mortal-level martial arts of "Kaishan Palm" and "Tiger Roaring Fist" at the same time to keep up with the rhythm of the other party.

The sound of the intersecting fists and feet like a raindrop was staggering, and it took a long time for the two figures to separate from each other.

"Ha, happy! happy!" Zhuang Tianrui looked refreshed, but his breath was steady and terrifying, and there was no difference from the beginning.

Tang Lang was also smiling, but his arms trembled slightly, and the arms hidden in his sleeves were already red and swollen, obviously slightly inferior in strength.

Driving the number to return to the Yuan Mantra, Tang Lang felt that his arms regained consciousness, and said secretly: "How did Brother Rui practice, this body is so strong that it is more resistant than a demonic beast!"

Zhuang Tianrui didn't mind letting Tang Lang breathe a sigh of relief, and with an extremely slow movement, he pulled out a pair of heavy swords from behind his back, and said solemnly: "Now I'll start using the sword, let me see where your limit is!"

Tang Lang nodded and said, "No problem, never let Brother Rui down!"

Without saying a word, he summoned the thunder beast, fused it into his body, and directly opened the power of the bloodline. Because Zhuang Tianrui brought him too much pressure, if there was no blessing from the power of the bloodline, it was likely that a sword would be blown away.

Zhuang Tianrui's aura with dual swords in his hand changed again, from mountain-like calm to sharp, and even his eyes felt extremely stinging when he looked over, and what was even more terrifying was that he was still gathering momentum, and his momentum was still improving......

Tang Lang didn't dare to let the other party continue, and after waiting for a while, he was afraid that he wouldn't even have the courage to make a move, so he mustered all his courage and shouted hoarsely: "Thunder Dragon Palm!"

The white and flawless wind dragon appeared in the ring with the strong wind, and after circling beside Tang Lang for a few circles, it became thicker and stronger, and let out a dragon roar that resounded through the sky in the sky, and then pounced on the opponent.

Zhuang Tianrui watched all this for a long time, and did not interrupt Tang Lang from the middle, and waited until the wind dragon was only less than a zhang away from him, and then said lightly: "Messy cloak!"

As the name suggests, it is to wield an iron sword in hand, without the meaning of fixed rules, and the biggest role is to make sword practitioners familiar with the characteristics and feel of the sword dance, and it is not very powerful.

But at this time, Zhuang Tianrui used it, and it actually had the power of opening the world, cutting in between the two horns of the wind dragon, and actually cutting the non-physical wind dragon in half from the middle, and after a sad roar, it disappeared......

"I'll go!" Tang Lang almost went crazy, he was broken by others more than once, but it was the first time that he was broken so neatly: "Brother Rui, do you want to be so perverted? The chaotic cloak is even more powerful than high-level martial arts! Am I dreaming!"

Zhuang Tianrui sighed lightly: "I thought you could give me some surprises, but I didn't expect your martial arts skills to be the same as others, flashy, and far from the fire!"

At this time, Zhuang Tianrui's mind came to mind the child who was accused of not knowing how to use a sword, wielding his iron sword countless times a day, facing the void, the wind, and the river, without a trace of distractions in his heart, only one thought: "I want to use the sword to cut all obstacles!"

Tang Lang was angry and annoyed: "Brother Rui, don't be too arrogant! Look at this trick, the thunder is booming!"