Chapter 63: If you don't agree with each other, you will start fighting

"Ahhh......hh

"Bang ......"

The double axes in Wang Wugui's hands were clumsy, and his vitality was flying, and although his body was extremely embarrassed, he miraculously blocked the dense raindrop-like attack. He knows that the current competition is about endurance, and whoever can hold on until the opponent falls will have the last laugh.

The two fought fiercely for more than ten minutes, and Zhao Feiying finally couldn't hold on anymore and had to fall from the air. He looked at Wang Wugui and said depressedly: "Wang Turtle, why aren't you dead yet?" I didn't expect you to be so fast! ”

"Humph! If you die, Lao Tzu will not die! Even if you are a flying eagle and fast, Lao Tzu is a turtle, and it can still exhaust you to death! ”

After speaking, Wang Wugui rushed over at Zhao Feiying and launched a counterattack. He raised his axes high violently, and at the same time slashed at Zhao Feiying, and the two walls of qi merged together, slamming into Zhao Feiying fiercely.

"Ahh

Zhao Feiying didn't expect that the opponent's final blow would be so powerful, and he was powerless to dodge quickly, so he had to slash the sword in his hand wildly, hitting it lightly.

"Boom!"

The sword qi and the axe collided, and there was a loud noise, like Mars hitting the earth, the light was dazzling, and people had to close their eyes, and a shock wave spread in all directions again, causing ripples in the defensive array.

After a few breaths, the light and dust disappeared, and when everyone opened their eyes, the diamond floor was slightly damaged. The flying eagle folded its wings and lay on the ground, blood flowed from the corners of its mouth, and it almost struggled to get up, but it couldn't get it, so it had to give up.

Wang Wugui was in rags, his face was as miserable as white paper, he was panting like a cow, and his axe fell to the ground, like a beggar, but after all, he was still standing on the spot. He couldn't help but feel a little proud, and the corners of his mouth barely pulled a smile, and said, "Is the flying eagle still an eagle with folded wings?" Sure enough, it became a hen? Hahahaha......"

"You...... You're just a tortoise shell that's harder than mine, nothing remarkable...... Vomit! ”

As a noble Taoist cultivator, this kind of language is already extremely insulting. Usually in the eyes of mortals, he was like a high-ranking immortal, but now he has not only been demoted to a chicken, but even his gender has changed. Zhao Feiying's face turned red with anger, his blood surged, and he vomited a mouthful of blood again.

"Hmph, there is no fluke on the path of cultivation, losing is losing, winning is winning! I think you'd better throw in the towel! Wang Wugui sneered, with a look of contempt.

"I can still fight!"

Zhao Feiying couldn't stand the arrogance of his opponent, propped himself up with his sword, and wanted to fight again, but he swayed a few times and fell down again.

"Hmph, I see that you are toasting and not eating and drinking, since you don't admit defeat, then I will give you another ride!"

Wang Wugui smiled cruelly, bent down to pick up the big plate axe on the ground, and walked towards Zhao Feiying with a "step".

Seeing that Zhao Feiying was about to be bloodied on the spot, a cold female voice sounded: "Stop!" Our Zhao family admits defeat! ”

Wang Wugui stopped proudly, proudly raised the "glans", which was not very high, and a pair of mung bean eyes narrowed even smaller, looking at Wang Ba, with a look of invitation.

Wang Ba nodded and smiled appreciatively. Zhao Feiyan was so angry that her delicate body trembled, her fists were clenched, her eyes were full of anger, and she couldn't wait to rush forward in person.

"I said, Wang Turtle is rampant, I, Zhao Qunying, will meet you for a while!"

A tall young man with a Chinese face and starry eyebrows jumped into the arena, with a heroic image, his sword raised, pointing at Wang Wugui and saying coldly.

"Hmph, is my king turtle...... Oh no, will my king Wugui be afraid of you? Come on! ”

Wang Wugui was almost taken into the ditch by Zhao Qunying, and almost turned himself into a turtle, his pale face couldn't help but turn red, and he was about to rush up to see him.

"Wugui come down, Wang Hun is up!"

Wang Ba's voice came, because he had already been confident, he thought that he could win safely, and of course he didn't want his subordinates to be injured, so he took the initiative to replace Wang Wugui, who could continue to accept the challenge.

"Whoosh!" A figure flew down into the field, taking Wang Wugui's place.

I saw that his hair was messy, he was wearing a set of cyan robes on his body, his face was bohemian, and even the sword in his hand was dirty, without any arrogant Taoist appearance, but like a gangster.

"Wang Hun!" Zhao Qunying's eyes froze, and his expression became much more cautious.

Everyone is the elite of the four major families, so naturally they all know each other a little. This Wang Hun is usually unreliable, and he doesn't recognize his relatives when he fights, and he has a desperate posture, so he won the name of Wang Hun.

"Zhao Qunying, right? Hit it, why do you talk so much nonsense! ”

After Wang Hun finished speaking, he pulled out the sword violently, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and it was a fierce attack on Zhao Qunying. The air was suddenly cut into pieces, and the coercion of the fourth layer of the Qi cultivation period filled the audience.

"Hahahaha, Hun people are Hun people, it's really fun......"

There were bursts of laughter from the audience, they never dreamed that the sacred Dao cultivator also had such a superb product, it was really eye-opening, and they would start fighting if they didn't agree with each other.

"You are a fool, if you don't agree with each other, you will start fighting, and Dao Xiu's face will be gone......"

Zhao Qunying didn't think that the opponent didn't have the demeanor of a noble Taoist cultivator at all, and originally wanted to scold him, but unfortunately, the fierce sword qi was already in his body, so he hurriedly closed his mouth and tried his best to deal with the fierce attack.

In fact, only when Dao cultivation enters the foundation building period can it be regarded as truly embarking on the road of cultivating immortals, and begins to cultivate some relatively advanced Dao methods. For example: scattering beans into soldiers, flying swords for thousands of miles to take people's heads, controlling people with intentions, using the power of heaven and so on.

Strictly speaking, the Qi training period is still a category of body refining, and only after reaching the seventh level of the Qi training period can you use Qi to control things, but other advanced Dao methods cannot be cultivated, and you still have to practice some moves. Therefore, Zhao Qunying quickly stabilized his position after a period of chaos.

In the face of this shameless man, Zhao Qunying knew that if he fought hard with the other party, both of them would be injured, and even if he won, it would definitely be a miserable victory, so after repeated measurements, he determined the tactics behind him.

"Inextricably linked!"

The sword momentum in Zhao Qunying's hand changed, and he suddenly narrowed the defensive circle, and the wisps of sword qi no longer impacted, as if they had become silk threads, quickly weaving into a bright and dazzling cocoon, impermeable to the wind, and pouring rain.

"Bang ......"

Wang Hun doesn't care what method the other party takes, he just keeps making moves anyway, in addition to attacking, he still attacks. One after another, the sword qi seemed to not be supported by the vitality, flying wildly, and the posture of not giving up without breaking the cocoon was broken.

The situation of this game and the first game is completely reversed, and the offensive and defensive positions are reversed, which brings great visual contrast to the audience.

The sword qi of the two sides kept colliding, the strong light was dazzling, and the dense sound made everyone's ears almost deafened!

"This ...... Is this striking iron? ”

There was silence in the audience, and everyone was a little confused.

Could it be that Taoist cultivators can fight like a marketman, without any rules? What the hell is wrong with me? What's wrong with the world?