Ever since he got the three forms of Wuji Fist at the top of the hanging sword, Lu Li has put in great enthusiasm to cultivate, and now in the past five years, he has cultivated the first form to the level of Dacheng, and he can even defeat the early stage of distraction with one punch.

It is conceivable that Wujiquan must be of extremely high grade, and it may even be a heaven-level exercise.

In the cultivation world, the Zhenzong Gongfa is the foundation of the sect, and idle disciples cannot practice it. If the Wuji Sect learned that he had cultivated the Wuji Fist, they would definitely not give up.

To some extent, stealing the exercises is far more serious than killing a genius disciple, and if you don't understand it, it will be an endless end.

After cultivating Wuji Fist for so long, Lu Li knew it very well, and he couldn't help but be a little worried when he thought of having to work with the chief disciple of Wuji Sect, especially when it was related to the top ten.

In the case of not being able to use Wuji Fist, if you want to defeat a genius like Dongfang Xin, most of you have to use the Innate Yin Yang Bead. Compared with Wujiquan, the Innate Yin and Yang Bead is more mysterious, and it is naturally more troublesome to be recognized when used in front of hundreds of thousands of monks.

"Alas, let's try to fight for spiritual power first, let's talk about it if it doesn't work!"

Anyway, when it comes to the amount of spiritual power, he hasn't been afraid of anyone yet.

The draw ended quickly, and the twenty-four people did not return to the rest area, jumped off the high platform, and went straight to the ring.

The real attention of the public, even in Lu Li's state of mind, was still excited at this time, and slowly clenched his fists.

As for Min Hao, his face was even more flushed, his small eyes were shining, and he looked excited. However, a closer look reveals that he seems excited, but his eyes are unusually calm.

Lu Li glanced at him and couldn't help pouting: "The guy who mixes pigs and eats tigers." "Step into the ring, look up at the opposite side, "Hanging Sword Sect Lu Li, please Dongfang Daoist for guidance." ”

That Oriental Shinano eyebrows and big eyes, dignified appearance. At first sight, it made people feel good.

Seeing Lu Li saluting, he immediately returned the salute and said politely: "Dongfang Letter of Wuji Sect, please ask Lu Daoyou for guidance." ”

"Please."

"Please."

In just an instant, the momentum of the two soared to the extreme.

This competition is about the top 10 places, and although you lose, you still have a chance. But then there will be two more battles, which will be a huge test for both spiritual power and mental strength.

Besides, there is a battle for the top six in the afternoon, since it has rushed to the top ten, who wants to give up the opportunity to hit the top three?

The rules of the ring battle dictate that the stronger it is, the more obvious the advantage. Every time you lose, you have to fight one more game, and it is naturally difficult to resist an opponent who is waiting for work.

Boom, boom, boom.

Before saying victory, they thought about defeat, and after a moment's momentum, the two flew towards each other. At the same time, it activates several spiritual shields.

Dongfang Xin's weapon was a pair of golden fist gloves, inputting spiritual power, and the two fists were shining, like two large gold bricks. The level of that fist magic weapon was extremely high, even surpassing the Qinglin Sword.

Ding Ding Ding.

The fist blade and the Qinglin sword collided violently, making a sound of gold and stone intersecting, and the sound was very harsh, and Lu Li's brows furrowed when he heard it.

The competition begins. The two of them have no reservations, and the figures are like ghosts. From time to time, it is seen all over the ring. The fist shadows and swords crisscrossed the air, and the spiritual power exploded endlessly.

Snort.

The sword stabbed to the ground, leaving sword marks horizontally and vertically,

A punch was thrown, and the rocks were splashed and the dust was filled. There are many stone pits.

The ring formation shook again and again under the impact of the aura, disappearing and appearing, as if it would collapse at any time.

In just one stick of incense, Lu Li and Dongfang Xin have fought for hundreds of rounds, and they are indistinguishable. Lu Li has a slight advantage. But it's hard to translate into a win.

If you continue to fight according to this situation, it will be difficult to tell the winner in half a day.

"Chop the clouds."

The fists and swords intersected, and in the process of retreating, Lu Li flew into the air. With his feet up and his head down, he slashed down with his sword in both hands.

"Well done. Zhiyang Fist. ”

Seeing this, Dongfang Xin bowed down, shouted, and punched forward.

Brilliant fists appeared instantly, almost comparable to the sun.

A scorching aura swept through the ring, and the fists sped along the road, and the ground suddenly made a sneering sound, leaving a gray-black trace.

Seeing this scene, Lu Li squinted slightly, two nine-colored vortices flashed in his eyes, and the light of the nine-colored sword suddenly made a great effort, and he suppressed the fist.

"Break it for me."

The fist was suppressed, Dongfang Xin gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his neck bulged, and the light of his whole body flashed.

For a while, the two were evenly matched, and the two spiritual powers collided back and forth in mid-air, devouring each other, and the raging spiritual power was like a storm, blowing the sound of the two of them hunting in their robes.

"Boom."

Finally, a roar sounded at the intersection of spiritual power, Lu Li's face changed slightly, he didn't think about it, he turned around and retreated. Dongfang Xin's reaction was not slow at all, but it was obviously not as fast as Lu Li's retreat.

In the blink of an eye, the shock wave formed by the spiritual power explosion swept across the entire ring, and the huge energy impact caused the spiritual power shields on the two of them to shatter in an instant, and blasted them out again.

Lu Li had nowhere to borrow his strength in the air, and he flew back to the edge of the ring before he could stop.

Although Dongfang Xin retreated a short distance, his face was pale, and the situation was even less optimistic.

"Whew. Lu Daoyou's Taoism is profound, and the East admires it. ”

Dongfang Xin stared at Lu Li, took a deep breath and said, "I still have a trick, I was originally going to use it to deal with Mu Hibiscus or Gongsun Yi, but now it seems that it is a bit too much." ”

Lu Li was stunned when he heard this, and his face quickly became solemn: "What Daoist friends said, could it be that Wuji Sect is a peerless Wuji Fist?" ”

Hearing this, Dongfang Xin did not have any surprises. As a four-grade sect, Wuji Sect is naturally famous for its town sect.

"Not bad. The three forms of Wujiquan are only the first form of Xiaocheng, and they can't control the power. If Daoyou admits defeat now, he may still have the opportunity to participate in the lower bracket competition. With the cultivation of Taoist friends, it is not a big problem to enter the top ten. Dongfang Xin opened his mouth and reminded: "Wuji Fist will definitely hurt people, if it hurts Daoyou, I hope Daoyou will not resent Dongfang." ”

"Since it is a competition in the ring, victory or defeat has its own destiny, Dongfang Daoist friends, please."

As soon as he heard that the other party had only cultivated to Xiaocheng, Lu Li felt that with his current cultivation, he could probably dodge.

In terms of attack speed alone, Wujiquan is actually not amazing, the key is to directly imprison the opponent, which is really terrifying.

As long as he can dodge, with Dongfang Xin's cultivation, he will definitely not be able to deliver a second punch.

After all, with the spiritual power contained in his nine-hundred-mile Purple Mansion, one punch would consume sixty percent of the spiritual power, and he didn't believe that Dongfang Xin was stronger than him.

"Okay."

When Dongfang Xin heard this, his right leg retreated, his left leg was bent, and the spiritual power of his whole body was concentrated on his right fist, and he blasted out fiercely.

Lu Li is more proficient in Wuji Fist than Dongfang Xin, and as soon as Dongfang Xin moves, he directly steps out of the Wind Shadow Step, and he wants to escape. However, taking a shot at others and taking it from oneself are completely different concepts.

Even if he had been prepared, it was still difficult to resist, and I saw that he maintained a striding posture, but his body was like a stone sculpture, and he was frozen in place in the blink of an eye.

Wuji's fist swayed and approached quickly, Lu Li's whole body was full of colorful light, and he struggled to break free, but he soon found that he couldn't dodge.

"Nima, miscalculated! Xiaoxue helps! (To be continued......)