Chapter Two Thousand Two Hundred and Twenty-Eight

Gao Yang took a deep breath.

His face was very solemn.

He had already overestimated Long Xiaoshan as much as possible before the war, so he organized so many strong fighting sects, and even did not hesitate to use disgraceful wheel battles to consume Long Xiaoshan.

But he didn't expect it.

Long Xiaoshan was even more difficult than he thought.

He watched all nine games.

Hardly anyone can pose much of a threat to Long Xiaoshan, and the battle is usually over in ten breaths.

He didn't know how much the other party had consumed.

But it seems that Long Xiaoshan is in good shape, and the wheel battle does not play its role at all.

Now, there is only the tenth game left.

At the end of this game, if he can't defeat Long Xiaoshan, I'm afraid he won't have the face to continue the wheel.

Gao Yang soared into the air.

Stood on the fighting platform.

In this tenth scene, only he came in person, and he was not at ease with the others.

Of course, this does not mean that he is sure.

However, no matter how uncertain he is, he cannot be cowardly.

This is the bottom line of the Great Luo Soul Sect, you can be defeated, but you can't run away without a fight.

Gao Yang stared at Long Xiaoshan opposite, the soul power around his body distorted the void, giving people a feeling of the coexistence of illusory and real, he spoke, and his voice seemed to penetrate the soul, directly resounding in Long Xiaoshan's heart.

"You are very strong, beyond my expectations, but the more you behave, the more you are strong in the middle, in the previous game, I have seen through you, and you must lose today. ”

"Winning or losing is not based on words, if you want to shake my will with soul magic, I advise you not to waste your strength. Long Xiaoshan said lightly.

Gao Yang's eyes shrank.

The power of his divine soul is pervasive.

In fact, just now it was already a confrontation of divine thoughts, confusing the opponent's will.

However, the other party does not seem to be disturbed.

His expression was indifferent, and in an instant, his eyebrows shone brightly, and thousands of Gao Yang's figures appeared in the void, slashing towards Long Xiaoshan with one palm.

"Thousand Phantom Palms!"

Terrible winds raged.

Layers of palm prints rushed from all directions like a torrent.

When the fake is true, the truth is also false.

The layers of figures can't tell the truth or falsehood, as if everyone is real, and as if everyone is fake, this Gao Yang's soul technique has obviously reached a very clever realm.

However, Long Xiaoshan's expression did not change.

These days, there have been so many battles with the disciples of the Great Luo Soul Sect.

Long Xiaoshan is not without gains.

There is already a lot of understanding of soul arts.

"Shooting Star!"

Long Xiaoshan replaced the gun with his palm, and thousands of meteors burst out and collided with the palm print.

Thundered!

The sound of the explosion of energy was endless, and a large number of palm prints shattered, shattering the void.

Even the figures with those Gao Ying are constantly shattered.

However, after it is shattered, Gao Ying's figure will continue to reunite, endlessly, and it will be inexhaustible.

"It's useless to fight a war of attrition with me. ”

Long Xiaoshan said lightly.

"The Void - Seal the Town!"

He quickly sealed his hands and pointed into a formation, and in an instant, the entire space of the ring seemed to turn into a transparent cube, and everything in it stopped running.

The same is true for Gao Ying.

All of his illusions were immobilized in the seal.

No matter how real the phantom body is, a person's overall strength will not change, Gao Ying uses soul magic to make each phantom body have its own power, but in fact it is still not real, how can he, who is scattered in power, resist the seal.

The clone was unable to move, and Gao Ying could only withdraw the power of the clone back into the body.

The phantom vanished, leaving only his true form.

He violently tore open the seal.

However, Long Xiaoshan's attack has already arrived.

"Annihilation!"

Not wanting to waste time, Long Xiaoshan cast a killer shot, although he didn't use Long Gang, but with the power of Jin Gang, this shot was also terrifying, with the aura of destroying everything.

instantly stabbed in front of Gao Ying.

Gao Ying's expression changed wildly, this shot made him feel death, his vitality was extinguished, and in an instant, he burst out with all his strength.

Escape!

Gao Ying's body was torn apart in the air.

Blurred shadows scattered.

Moment.

The ring was pierced by the golden guns, and the terrible guns stabbed on the light curtain on the side of the fighting platform, unable to vent out, and the fine guns slammed in all directions, instantly piercing the entire ring to a thousand holes.

It took more than ten breaths.

The shock gradually subsided.

Everyone looked at the ring and gasped.

The extremely hard ring is already covered with gun marks, you must know that in this ring, ordinary Jindan attacks can be unscathed, but Long Xiaoshan shot just now, but it seems to have plowed the ring again, which shows how strong its attack power is.

And at the moment.

Only Long Xiaoshan was left in the ring.

Gao Ying stood under the ring.

His face was pale and pale, his clothes were torn, and there were a few obvious blood marks on his face, which made him look extremely embarrassed.

He had already tried his best to avoid Long Xiaoshan's gun just now.

However, Long Xiaoshan's shot was too powerful, and those broken guns fired indiscriminately, causing him a great threat, and in the end, he could only escape from the ring to avoid serious injuries.

According to the rules of the fight

Forced out of the ring.

There is no doubt that it is lost.

Moreover, even if he didn't lose, Gao Ying was also stopped by Long Xiaoshan's shot at this time.

Even if he went to the ring again, he was not sure that he would receive a second shot.

"Long Xiaoshan!"

"Long Xiaoshan!"

At this time, most of the audience stood up and yelled at Long Xiaoshan.

Ten wins in a row.

Another 10-game winning streak.

Moreover, this was still under the premise of dealing head-on with the organized wheel battle of the Great Luo Soul Sect, and Long Xiaoshan defeated them in a dignified manner.

His performance completely conquered the audience.

Although the Great Luo Soul Sect has absolute prestige in the Far West, Long Xiaoshan's challenge to authority is still a bright color for the aggressive monks of the Far West.

What's more, the Great Luo Soul Sect itself also advocates this kind of competition.

Otherwise, how could they possibly get out of the Douluo Field and let their disciples continue to experience battles.

Disciple of the Great Luo Soul Sect.

All of them are pale, and they can't talk about hatred for Long Xiaoshan, it's more of a shame and anger that is not as good as others.

High on the edge of the stands.

Two young men in black and silver robes stood there with their hands in their hands.

A fair-skinned young man with rare purple hair pouted and smiled: "This guy, it's a bit interesting, if it weren't for your whim and pulling me over, I didn't know that Douzong District could have this kind of fun." ”

"I also happened to hear a junior brother talk about it, so I thought about it, but I didn't expect Gao Yang and the others to lose. The bald young man on the side spoke.

"This bunch of garbage. The purple-haired young man sneered: "Ten people lost the wheel battle, and they all lost the face of the Great Luo Soul Sect." ”

"Although Gao Yang and the others are not strong, don't underestimate that young man, his last shot is very powerful, enough to pose a threat to the mid-term Jindan. ”

"So what, when he runs into me, he doesn't have a chance to shoot at all. The purple-haired young man sneered.

The bald young man smiled lightly: "Are you interested in making a move, at present, it seems that it is impossible for Gao Yang to end his winning streak, even if it is the same tomorrow in the Fighting Sect." ”

The purple-haired young man's gaze fell on Long Xiaoshan, and he licked his lips, revealing a hint of playfulness: "Okay, I'll meet him tomorrow." ”