On the martial arts arena, a surging and heroic voice pierced the darkness, and then, the heavy steps shook the earth, and with each vibration, a shockwave spread out from the field in all directions, sweeping through the darkness, tearing the ink-soaked world through countless cracks.

"Tsk, do you want to break my ink stain with a few brute forces? Wu Xu, you underestimate the power of knowledge and civilization too much! ”

In the darkness, the scholar of Sanhe sneered, and more ink fell from the sky, wrapping the martial arts arena impenetrable. Although Wu Xu's wind and thunder god body can only shake the heavens and the earth, it is more and more tightly bound by the long river of ink dyeing with softness and rigidity.

This ink-dyed long river is the lifelong efforts of the scholars of Sanhe, not only has the water phase of overcoming rigidity with softness, but also the meaning of ink as the carrier of knowledge, symbolizing the eternal inheritance spirit of monk civilization, the most endless, to break it with brute force, it is difficult to climb to the sky.

However, the face of the scholar of Sanhe also changed slightly, fortunately, he did not hold it up when he went into battle, and suppressed his own strength to Cheng Dù, who was infinitely close to Yuanying. This can barely exert the power of the long river of ink dyeing...... Otherwise, Fang Cai would have been broken by Wu Xu.

Even if the ink dyeing Changhe is good at overcoming rigidity with softness, it will eventually have its limits. And Wuxu's Wind and Thunder Divine Body is infinitely close to the limit of the Three Rivers Scholars, and the strength is simply incredible!

If he exerts such power as soon as he comes up...... There was no chance of launching the ink-dyed river. The scholar of Sanhe couldn't help but be glad that he had finally taken the lead, otherwise this competition might really capsize in the gutter, but fortunately, the outcome was still decided.

"Roar!"

Wuxu Zhenren roared again, and the sound was rolling, but it was quickly eliminated in the black scene.

"Don't waste your strength Wuxu Daoyou, your mouth is so wide, be careful to swallow the ink too."

As soon as the words fell, the roar from Wu Xu stopped abruptly. So much so that the scholars of Sanhe were stunned: so obedient?

But the next moment, the scholar of Sanhe was surprised to find that Wu Xuzhen actually opened his mouth wide, took a deep breath, and sucked the ink around him hard!

"You're crazy...... Damn it! ”

The scholar of Sanhe guessed the other party's intention in an instant, he wanted to use this move to crack the long river of ink dyeing!

The whimsical move really hit the door of the Sanhe scholar...... This ink-dyed long river is a means to transform the gods into real people, and if it is refined in the realm of Jindan, it will naturally have the defect of strict zhòng - the amount of ink is insufficient!

This surging river-like scene is actually the fact that the scholars of the three rivers have built a reincarnation circle with the help of the continuous circulation of water, so that the ink can be continuously recycled. In fact, he didn't use much ink at one time, but only tens of millions of catties.

For mortals, this is an unimaginable amount, but if a monk who has reached the Jindan realm wants to find a way to hold tens of millions of catties of ink, it will be very easy. In particular, monks who are good at forging their bodies, and their bodies contain countless mystical methods, and the technique of storing a large number of materials in their abdomen for emergencies is not new for a long time.

And Wuxu Zhenren is precisely a master of body forging. He took a deep breath like a long whale absorbing water, and directly sucked up nearly half of the ink of the scholar of the three rivers, and for a while, even with the blessing of the reincarnation array, the long river of ink dyeing suddenly stopped. The pitch black that wrapped the martial arts arena was full of loopholes.

So the people outside the field finally saw the situation in the field, a burly giant several feet tall stood on the ground, with his mouth wide open and frantically sucking the ink around him, tens of thousands of catties, hundreds of thousands of catties of ink were swallowed into his abdomen, but the muscular abdomen was only slightly raised, which seemed to be at ease!

And although there is only the realm of Jindan, the heroic courage displayed by this strong man, as well as the massive amount of whales swallowing ink and dyeing the long river, are thrilling, which makes many Yuan Infant Gods outside the venue also moved!

"What a Wind and Thunder Divine Body! No wonder he was known as Jindan invincible for a time when he was young...... If it weren't for an accident that led to his lifelong hopeless Yuan Baby, there should be one of the strongest people in the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance today! ”

"However, Wu Xuzhen before the game was just an old man who was about to die...... Why is it possible to rejuvenate and return to the peak at this time? ”

"Because of the song those little girls sang?"

"That's the only possibility...... It's really strange, although the song is pleasant, it doesn't make people feel like they are coming back to life, right? ”

"Not necessarily, you can't feel the subtlety, it's because the singing is not facing the sidelines, and what we hear can only be regarded as aftermath."

Although the duel between Wuxu Zhenren and Sanhe Scholar has not yet ended, it has already attracted a lot of discussion in the audience.

No matter from which point of view, the old and frail, Wuxu Zhenren, who has lost his spirit, should have no chance of winning against the Sanhe scholars, who are known for their various means, and the first half of the battle also confirmed people's speculations. Only the real people of Wuxu, who refused to accept the old man and had an old body, could no longer play the thunderous punch that swept the clouds, and the defeat was decided under the wrapping of the ink-dyed long river of the Sanhe River people.

But at this time, the off-site singing magically awakened the long-lost vitality of Wuxu Zhenren, and even allowed him to recover to his peak state in a short period of time, forcibly breaking the long river of ink dyeing with the wind and thunder god body......

Is this the way Wang Lu will win? Boosting the field with off-field power is really a clever move. According to the rules of the competition, outsiders are not allowed to interfere with the competition in the stadium, but cheering is obviously not prohibited. It's just that no one would have thought that the effect of cheering would be so good!

For the insiders, the shocking effect of this earth-shattering turn is only stronger. The scholar of Sanhe sighed helplessly: "Mistake, mistake, I didn't expect that there would be such an off-the-board move." If you knew that, you should at least add some spices to the ink. ”

At this time, Wuxu Zhenren had completely drunk the ink-dyed long river of the scholars of Sanhe, his abdomen was high and swollen, his face was red, and his ears were red, but he still seemed to be at ease.

"Then are you going to admit defeat, and die?"

With the return of youth, Wuxu Zhenren's temperament has also become very different.

Sanhe Scholar's face sank: "Don't be too happy, I just made a mistake in this battle, but I am far from losing!" You have the ability to swallow whales, but you may swallow my epic river!? ”

As he spoke, the Mikawa scholar flicked his wrist, and countless scrolls poured out of his sleeves, flying rapidly in mid-air, and the pages kept turning, projecting thousands of scenes from them.

People saw that on the vast land, monsters were raging and living beings were devastated, and a group of monks covered in blood and backed by the remnant sun resolutely repeated against the monster army. People saw a monk with crane hair and a childish face working hard beside the Dan furnace to refine the artificial spiritual root that went against the sky into Dan. People see......

People have seen epic poems one after another, and the history of the monks for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years has been condensed into these tens of millions of books and classics, which have become the source of strength for the scholars of the Three Rivers.

Although limited by the Jindan realm, the epic of the Three Rivers scholars is far from being comparable to the real "Immortal Epic", but it is by no means able to be defeated by brute force.

Wu Xu solemnly carried the lantern in front of him, except for brute force, the spiritual treasure inherited from the master was his only hope, but in the face of the natal spiritual treasure of a true person, he really didn't have half a certainty.

"You can break my long river, Wuxu Zhenren, your record is enough to be proud of, Wang Lu Daoyou, your cheerleading plan has indeed worked, but unfortunately, I don't want to lose this battle anyway."

After the scholar of Sanhe finished speaking, he suddenly took out a book from the sea of books above his head, recited it aloud, and suddenly the heroes who had been active in the epic appeared on the martial arts field. Even if it's just a projection of a spell...... The heroes who once ruled the world still bring a thrilling and strong power.

Wu Xuzhen's face did not move, but his left leg couldn't help bending and he fell to the ground on one knee.

At the same time, Wang Lu snapped his fingers at the master.

"Turn over the cards."

The scholar of Sanhe is a little more powerful than expected, even if Wu Xuzhen still exerts his strength to the extreme, then it is difficult to rely on the positive motivation of the cheerleaders alone.

So, it's the turn of negative incentives.

"Haha, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Wang Wu smiled and snapped his fingers, "Sister Miaoyan, please let our rookie appear." ”

"Well, don't regret it."

In mid-air, Miaoyan Zhenren's helpless voice sounded, and then a four-elephant gossip teleportation array lit up in mid-air, and a burly figure slowly formed in the array.

From the silhouette of the body, someone quickly recognized the identity of the person who came.

"Hey, isn't that the king of all beasts who just admitted defeat, why did he come back again?"

"This is the teleportation array that opened from the Shengjing Immortal Gate, could it be that he has already gone to the beauty pageant group to report to the aisle? Haha, I don't know what kind of ordeal I went through. ”

"yes, that's curious...... Belch. ”

Under the martial arts arena, the noisy discussion came to an abrupt end.

Because the teleportation array had been teleported, the King of Ten Thousand Beasts had completely revealed his form. It was already so burly and stout, and its muscles seemed to burst. It's just that the clothes are very different from when you go.

A short pink animal skin skirt, fluffy cotton boots, two cat's claw shapes, large exaggerated gloves, and a pair of cat earrings on top of the head...... Worn in a very incongruous way, it is in stark contrast to the temperament of the King of Beasts.

Outside the martial arts arena, there was silence, and people were stunned to see this terrifying shape, and no one could say half a word.

Even the two people on the field, who were about to end the battle, were involuntarily taken away from their attention. The Three Rivers scholar almost went awry, interrupting the epic reading.

Fortunately, he still controlled himself...... Otherwise, this is a blasphemous epic, and the mana backfires, and the first thing the epic hero projected is to turn around and cure him for blasphemy!

The next moment, however, an even stronger blow came.

I saw that the king of all beasts trembled all over his body, and his heart seemed to be at war between heaven and man. But with Wang Wu's sneer, he finally made up his mind.

"Scholar of Three Rivers, come on!"

The sound of cheering like rolling thunder made the shape on the field almost freeze, and everyone looked at the king of all beasts in amazement. The strong man dressed in pink was trying to pinch his throat and shout in as high a voice as he could.

"Scholar of the Three Rivers ......!"

Mikawa trembled, and although his mouth was still reciting the epic, he was already roaring desperately in his heart: "Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!" ”

"Mikawa, I'll always cheer you on!"

"Can't listen, can't see, can't think, can't listen, can't see, can't think......"

"Mikawa, I love you forever!"

"Love you paralyzed, love you paralyzed, love you paralyzed."

Eventually, the King of Beasts drew a crooked heart on his chest with his cat's claw gloves.

"Mikawa, I'm yours...... Cute beast ear girl! ”

"you paralysis, get out of the way!"

The scholar of Sanhe had red eyes, and he directly tore the epic scroll in his hand in half!