As soon as the words fell, the Dao Dao sword qi was like rain, and wisps poured towards Jing Jue, like falling rain, visible to the naked eye.

"This is the swordsmanship of the Nine Dao Palace—Spring Breeze and Rain!" Some knowledgeable viewers immediately recognized this set of exercises, and their faces immediately showed shock.

Jing Jue saw that Bai Shaoqun's momentum was not small, and the aura under his feet condensed, and the clouds and mist of the Dao Dao suddenly rose, and his body was in tune, and the whole person turned into an afterimage to dodge.

Relying on the agility of his body, Jing Jue dodged Bai Shaoqun's move, and Bai Shaoqun muttered in a low voice: "Sure enough, it's a good body!"

Immediately, Bai Shaoqun's posture changed suddenly, his left hand turned into a palm in front, his right hand held a fan in the back, the golden light under his feet was shining, and he galloped forward, which was a tiger roaring and a crane roaring.

In the blink of an eye, Bai Shaoqun punched out with a palm, the tiger roared again and again, and then the fan flicked, the crane roared continuously, and two powerful winds came out one after another.

When Jing Jue was still thinking about how to parry the blow in front of him, Bai Shaoqun's body shape changed again, and with his dexterous body technique, he shoveled his body towards Jing Jue, and the strong leg wind attacked the lower plate.

After a few moves in a row, Jing Jue couldn't avoid it, and he was forced to the edge of the ring.

Jing Jue saw that this was still enough, and if he continued like this, he would undoubtedly be defeated, so he immediately turned defense into offense, and the overlord raised his fist and met it.

The reason why such a decision was made was mainly because although the exercises displayed by Bai Shaoqun were exquisite and more than imposing, they lacked stamina, and Jing Jue tried to resist two blows, but in fact it did not cause much damage.

The rolling aura wrapped around Jing Jue's fist, with gusts of strong wind, rolling up waves of Dao Qi, rushing towards Bai Shaoqun, making his clothes flutter and his sideburns scattered.

Seeing this, Bai Shaoqun's eyes froze, and he immediately stood up, and in an instant, he attached to the folding fan, his palm trembled slightly, and with a slight stroke, a purple arc of qi appeared out of thin air, forming an air cover, enveloping Bai Shaoqun.

"This move should be the purple light cover of the Nine Dao Palace!"

Everyone below looked at Bai Shaoqun's endless exercises, and they were all speechless, they were really disciples of the great sect, and their shots were really extraordinary.

Seeing this, a strange smile appeared on the corner of Jing Jue's mouth, he still had some experience in playing this kind of protective shield, when he faced Kong Beidou in the Dharma Arena before, that guy sacrificed the back of the Red Scale Turtle, and that formation was a few points bigger than the one in front of him.

Thinking of this, Jing Jue quietly operated the Hundred Tribulations Bronze Demon Skill, and the power of the Four Tribulations was wrapped around his fists, making bursts of hissing sounds, like a living creature.

Shhh

In the next moment, the heavy fist fell, and the air shield supported by Bai Shaoqun made a crisp sound as if jade had been shattered, and the fine lines spread out, instantly turning into thousands of points of light and dissipating in front of him.

The fist wind was in full swing, passing through those points of light, and approaching Bai Shaoqun's face.

Seeing this, Bai Shaoqun was startled, and hurriedly withdrew to dodge, but his fist was too fast, and he couldn't avoid it, and the whole person was swept away a few meters and staggered down.

In fact, with that light mask blocking, the power of the overlord fist was more or less discounted, but this Bai Shaoqun was as if he was oppressed by the power of Wan Jun's fist, which confirmed from the side that what Jia Jin said was true, and this Bai Shaoqun's physical defense was indeed a little vulnerable.

"This punishment is really strong, the purple light cover comes to this kind of body control technique, he can actually break it with one punch!"

"Yes, there is still the strength left to lift this little young master of the Nine Dao Palace a few meters away, it's really terrifying!"

"Hey, you know a fart, this Bai Shaoqun is a scumbag, I heard that this kid has never cultivated seriously since he was a child, and the cultivation of the seventh layer of Qi cultivation is all piled up with pills, as for those exercises, they are just learning a superficial one!

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the audience, but the remarks were all one-sided, and no one said that Bai Shaoqun was good.

Bai Shaoqun noticed this, a touch of anger appeared on his face, since he was a child, he had never been looked down upon like this, just when he wanted to rise up and teach Jing Jue a lesson to save face, that Jing Jue had already swept over, looking at that posture, he wanted to lock the victory with another punch.

Jing Jue is menacing, Bai Shaoqun naturally does not dare to confront him, as others said, his physical defense is indeed a hard wound of his.

Then his feet changed again, and a breeze rose between his feet, but the figure was divided into three, all blurred and flickering back and forth, making it difficult to catch his figure.

"Jiugong Step!" Jia Jin was also sharp-eyed, and immediately recognized Bai Shaoqun's figure, and looked at the stage with solemn eyes, faintly worried about Jing Jue.

Seeing this, Jing Jue was stunned for a moment, this, which one is his true body?

However, the punch has been issued, it is difficult to take it back, with intuition to punch at will, it will be a lottery, choose one of the three, if you are lucky, that punch down, the victory or defeat can basically be locked.

However, as soon as the fist was swung out, Jing Jue's face changed greatly, and it was just a short shot, but a cold breath suddenly enveloped Jing Jue, and the next moment the cold flashed, and a hot and painful feeling came out of his arm.

With this change, Jing Jue hurriedly pulled out, looked at the blood marks on his arm where he couldn't see the wound, and was furious for a while, and shouted: "You play yin?"

Hearing this, Bai Shaoqun's figure also stopped, wiped the little blood on the folding fan, and sneered: "In the ring, what do you care about yin and not yin?

"Okay!good!good!" Jing Jue shouted three times in a row, and suddenly the corners of his mouth pulled out a trace of a cruel arc, too lazy to care about the injuries on his body, the aura of his whole body suddenly rose, and the cloud shadow step urged to the extreme, and approached Jia Jin again.

Seeing that Jing Jue was so angry, Bai Shaoqun laughed secretly, and immediately didn't hold it up, and the Jiugong step urged again, so the trick was repeated.

However, Jing Jue did not rush to punch at this time, but followed behind the afterimage, using his keen perception to seriously capture the figure of Bai Shaoqun.

"I'll let you escape!"

At a certain moment, Jing Jue's eyes suddenly flashed, his palms clenched into fists, and in just a breath, he burst out, and the aura rolled, like a huge wave, sweeping away towards one of the three phantoms.

Clang!

There was a crisp roar, and Jing Jue's punch was like a slam on a steel plate, making an astonishing loud noise, and the sound spread throughout the black market, making those who didn't pay attention to the ring look sideways.

"You guessed it. Bai Shaoqun froze at this time, and said in a cold voice, the folding fan in his hand was facing forward, shaking with Jing Jue's punch.

Originally, Bai Shaoqun didn't want to use a folding fan, but this Jing was absolutely aggressive, so he had to use this magic weapon as a last resort.

As he spoke, Bai Shaoqun pushed forward, moved backwards, pulled his body away, and turned the folding fan in his hand to turn his face, with five beads facing forward, with a sneer on his face.

"Hey, is this going to be a magic weapon?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this magic weapon should be refined by the palace master of the Nine Dao Palace, and it contains seven kinds of killing moves, and the moves are deadly. ”

"Although I have only heard of five killing moves, it is indeed enough for people like me who practice qi. ”

"Xingtian, it's over!"

Everyone in the audience was talking, and everyone's faces were full of excitement, some wanted Bai Shaoqun to quickly lock in the victory, so that their bets would be settled, and some wanted to see the power of this magic weapon and gain knowledge.

Hearing the bursts of discussion from the audience, Bai Shaoqun felt a touch of pride in his heart, and immediately recited the mantra silently in his mouth, and a steady stream of aura was injected into the folding fan.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in the entire ring, and the first bead in the picture on the folding fan suddenly emitted bursts of ghostly light under the infusion of spiritual power, which was breathtaking.

Whew!

This is not over, and then the second bead is also shining, Jing Jue saw this, heard Jia Jin say the mystery in this folding fan, he didn't dare to hold it up, and he didn't dare to let him urge the next few beads again, if the five beads were called out together, then his situation would be dangerous.

Immediately, Jing Jue stepped forward again, bullied himself in front of Bai Shaoqun at an extremely fast speed, raised his arm, and without thinking, he hit it directly, not daring to hesitate any longer.

Bai Shaoqun was always on guard against Jing Jue, and when he was close to him, he operated the Nine Palace Steps to pull his body apart again.

"You don't have a chance!" Bai Shaoqun snorted coldly, his aura was slightly lucky, and the beads on the folding fan instantly erupted with a terrifying aura, and quickly spread towards Jing Jue.

Jing Jue felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart at this time, the aura under his feet continued, and the Hundred Tribulations Bronze Demon Skill was also running at full strength, and the power of the Four Tribulations was added to protect himself.

Jia Jin in the audience was also anxious at this time, although he knew that Jing Jue had a back hand, but he really didn't know what kind of back hand it was.

The terrifying aura on the folding fan spread outward from the ring, causing the surrounding audience to tremble, this kind of aura was beyond the ability of the monks of the sixth layer of the Qi Refining Period to compete.

The next moment, Bai Shaoqun's eyes turned forward, let out a cold glow, and without further words, he directly waved the folding fan in his hand forward again.

Hiss......

The first bead that flew out became deeper and darker, and soon it turned into a ghost-like phantom, with teeth and claws, so that it could not seep into people, and pounced on Jing Jue's face.

Seeing this, Jing Jue had no intention of colliding with the phantom, so he immediately stepped to the side, and his whole body became blurred.

However, the phantom had no intention of letting Jing Jue go, and the giant claw swung straight forward, with gusts of yin wind, towards Jing Jue.

Hiss!

A sound of clothes being torn apart suddenly sounded, and Jing Jue's figure was torn far away at this time, and he was thrown to the ground fiercely, rolling up a cloud of dust.

"Now, do you admit defeat?" Bai Shaoqun glanced at Jing Jue coldly and said.