Boom, the sound of thunder sounded on the flat ground, and the flickering white light was mixed with a large number of arcs, and Ge An and Zheng Qiu instantly bounced away and flew out three feet away.

"Beautiful!" At the banquet table, Elder Ming Zong saw his apprentice hit Ge An with a thunder sword spell, slammed the table and stood up, raised his fist and applauded.

Mingkong Zilin next to him also jumped up and cheered loudly: "Great, great!

Seeing that the people of the Qianyun Sect were so excited, Ge Wuru was silent with a straight face, and the armrests of the chair clucked.

"Hiss, hiss......" Zheng Qiu gasped and sat up from the ground with his back in his hands. The master didn't say that the thunder sword spell would bounce people away, this fall was really not light, and his back couldn't be straightened, and it hurt when he moved.

He looked at his right hand, where his sleeve below the elbow was burned, and his arm was as black as charcoal in the stove.

No, it should be charred barbecue, because there is still white smoke.

The palms are darker, and the outer skin on the top is cracked into small pieces, and it looks like there is no trace of moisture. Zheng Qiu even suspected that the palm of his hand was as brittle as charcoal, and it would break when he broke it.

In the whole arm, only the upper arm part came from severe pain, and there was no feeling below the elbow, as if it had been cut off, Zheng Qiu was very worried, and he didn't know if such an injury "Wood Spirit" could be cured.

In the distance, Ge An lay on the ground, his body still flashing with electric arcs, his limbs twitching and twisting into all kinds of strange shapes.

The Thunder Sword Spell hit him directly in the face, making his face as black as if he had been smeared with pot ash, and there was not a single one of his eyebrows burned, and even half of his hair was burned.

The spilled arc cut through the clothes, leaving behind large black scorch marks, like a flower child whose clothes had been burned by fire.

Zheng Qiu struggled to stand up, slowly walked to Ge An's side, and looked at Ge An's smoking black face, he squatted down, stretched out his left hand and poked it.

Zizi, the arc flickered, making his fingers tingle. Ge An's eyes didn't open at all, except for the twitching of his limbs, and he poked again, but he still didn't open his eyes.

Zheng Qiu stood up and looked in the direction of the banquet table. He remembered the rules of the competition that Ge Wuru said, those who fell down were considered losing, so now that Ge An was lying on the ground and couldn't open his eyes, there should be a result.

Sect Master Mingkong Aoqing shook his fan and said lightly: "Ge is ruthless, as a result, you have also seen that Ge An has fallen, and Zheng Qiu has won." ”

Ge ruthlessly blackened his face, staring at the sect master without saying a word, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, Mingkong Zilin suddenly exclaimed, after Ge An fell, the blue light mist on her body had long disappeared, but now the light mist appeared again, which proved that Ge An was exercising.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Ge Wuru's mouth turned up: "Hmph, it's not over yet!"

When Elder Ming Zong saw the light mist on Zilin's body, his face changed suddenly, such a powerful thunder sword spell didn't subdue Ge An, so Zheng Qiu didn't have any other spells next.

He hurriedly looked at the clearing and opened his mouth to remind his apprentice.

"Don't remind! According to the rules, no one can interfere!" Ge Wuru saw Elder Mingzong's movements, and immediately stood up and shouted to stop him.

In the open space, Zheng Qiu waited for a while, but no one stood up and announced the end of the competition.

He scratched his head, turned around and poked Ge An on the ground again.

Before he could squat down, he saw Ge An's dark face, with two bronze bell-sized eyes, and his eyes were looking straight at him, full of anger.

Grunt, Zheng Qiu's throat stirred, and the sound of swallowing saliva was clearly audible. A strong feeling of fear came to my heart, and the whole person seemed to be standing in the snow in the cold winter, cold and cold.

Ge An's eyelids blinked, and Zheng Qiu woke up instantly, run, it's too late to run!

He turned around, and just half a step forward, a strong wave of qi hit from behind, followed by Ge An's angry roar.

The wave of qi hit Zheng Qiu's back and pushed him far away, he turned his head in the air, and fell ten zhang away with his hands dancing.

Cough, cough, fell to the ground, and the violent impact made Zheng Qiu breathless. He struggled to sit up, and found that his left foot was completely unresponsive, and there was a sharp pain in his ankle, and he didn't know if it had hurt his bones.

As soon as he sat up, another fist-thick column of air smashed into his shoulder, knocking him to the ground, the back of his head slammed to the ground, and the sky was full of starlight in front of him.

Ge An walked over menacingly, raised his legs, and stepped on Zheng Qiu's head.

"Stinky boy, you actually made me so embarrassed, today Uncle Ben let you know that you know how powerful. Don't think you have a whole bone in your body!"

Zheng Qiu begged for mercy again and again: "Don't! Don't! I admit defeat, can't I admit defeat?"

Ge An touched his cheek, which was still stinging, picked up the hammer and shouted: "Think beautifully, you can leave your life here today!"

"Then, before you start, can you, can you listen to me?"

Ge An stopped the momentum of the hammer smashing, gritted his teeth and roared: "If there is a fart, release it quickly!"

"The four directions of the heavens, the gods have orders, the earth is a figurine, it is in my shape, it is difficult to be approached by water and fire, and the swords and soldiers do not touch their clothes!" Zheng Qiu did not say anything else, but recited the mantra of blocking the sword and the clay figurines.

Ge An was stunned for a moment, isn't this the spell mantra of the figurines? What is this kid doing when he recites the mantra?

Just as Ge An hesitated, a large brown mist suddenly appeared from his trouser legs, and the mist quickly turned into dirt and molded into the shape of an earthen figurine.

Ge An didn't have time to get out of the fog-shrouded area, so he let a large area of dirt surround it, and directly molded it into one with the clay figurines.

The clay figurines are not small, Ge An only has one head left, and one foot that stepped on Zheng Qiu is exposed, and the rest of the place is firmly covered by the clay figurines.

Zheng Qiu moved his head from under Ge An's feet, sat on the ground and coughed incessantly.

Ge An's two attacks just now made him almost lose his breath, but his body could still move, and he didn't seem to be particularly damaged, maybe it was the recovery ability of the "Wood Spirit" that was working.

Ge An stared at Zheng Qiu angrily, his eyes seemed to be about to eat people, he didn't know when Zheng Qiu stuffed the spell into his trouser leg, and he didn't want to know.

Ge An roared angrily: "Bastard, do you think this clay figurine can trap me?

His exposed head and feet appeared with bright blue flames, obviously trying to break the figurine.

However, as soon as he ran the exercises, his mouth was blocked by a ball of paper.

Zheng Qiu sat on the ground, hummed and moved to the side of the figurines, raised his left hand high, and threw the paper ball of the figurines hidden in his sleeve into Ge An's mouth.

"This is the mantra paper of the sword and clay figurines spell, you are not allowed to do it, otherwise I will recite the mantra and fill your stomach with mud. ”

Zheng Qiu said as he picked up the small hammer dropped by the other party, and used the handle of the hammer to push the paper ball into Ge An's mouth.

Such a big ball of paper was stuffed in his mouth, Ge An couldn't say a word, he hurriedly stopped the exercise, just kidding, the mantra of the spell is so long, no matter how you read it, it is faster than the luck!