The terrifying meteor shower hit it instantly with destructive energy, and the three-layer thick tornado didn't even have time to scream, and it was pierced by the incandescent spear head hole, and the white light shrouded the entire ring, completely drowning the huge tornado, losing protection, Mi Dou's eyes were round, and all the energy burst out in an instant, hitting a stick shadow with huge momentum, the incandescent spear was like a broken bamboo, and all the defensive stick shadows of Mi Dou were beaten to pieces, and Mi Dou roared angrily and shook his arm and shook the stick with all his strength to look at the sky and smash it.

The audience saw the terrifying white light submerging the ring, and the next moment, the white light disappeared, the rice bucket spurted blood and threw away, and the huge collision energy was immediately spread, and the smoke and dust flashing in the ring were all rolled up by the shock wave, and it was transmitted over a distance of one or two hundred zhang.

Ten fire-level spiritual arts, sure enough, are not the same level of secondary spiritual skills can resist, Mi Dou spewed out a mouthful of blood mist, the qi and blood in his chest were still rolling, his arms were raging with the energy that invaded the meridians, and the tiger's mouth was so painful that he almost couldn't even catch the blood dragon life stick.

Midou fell to the ring, and the bones that turned around seemed to be shattered, and his throat was sweet, shaking the injury, and vomiting out a mouthful of blood.

Yang Zhi was in mid-air, and his legs trembled with exhaustion, he saw Mi Dou struggling to stand up, his heart was full of incredulity, the ten-fire level spiritual technique he used to perform with a hundred miles weapon actually did not completely defeat Mi Dou, and the suspicion still stayed on his face, he killed decisively again, and took advantage of your illness to kill you!

Mi Dou struggled to stand up, Yang Zhi's spear stabbed again, Mi Dou turned up the power in the depths of the sea of will, with an angry roar, the long stick in his hand lightning pounced, and the huge collision energy turned into a wave of air, Yang Zhi was actually beaten up, but Mi Dou did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, at this moment his blood was rolling, a trace of blood shook out of the corner of his mouth, his chest hurt as if it was about to crack, and he couldn't hit it hard anymore, Mi Dou took the opportunity to soar into the sky and fly high into the air.

Yang Zhi's eyes were ruthless, regardless of the exhaustion of his whole body, he drew out the power from the depths of his soul, like a mad tiger chasing into the sky, taking advantage of your illness to kill you!

The howling wind blew through, two thousand meters, three thousand meters, five thousand meters, the two of them flew higher and higher, the temperature quickly dropped below freezing, Mi Dou sucked the cold air into his lungs, and the boiling qi and blood in his chest slowly calmed down.

Yang Zhi is obese, at a disadvantage in speed and flexibility, the fat of the whole body is turbulent, the weight is at least twice that of Mi Dou, and the energy consumed by flying is more than twice that of Mi Dou.

Yang Zhi didn't catch up, but Mi Dou flew down again, Yang Zhi used all his strength to stab Mi Dou with a shot, and Mi Dou easily flashed, and fell into the free fall movement of the ring below.

Crashing through a piece of flowing clouds, bringing out dozens of clouds and mist, Mi Dou stared at the offensive above, relaxed his whole body, and breathed air in a big gulp, this is Mi Dou's tactic, avoid hard hits, try to drag it down, under the efficient output of the 'root of life' at the heart, Mi Dou's divine mind recovery speed is a little faster than Yang Zhi in the foundation period, which is his only advantage.

A spear pierced through the flowing clouds, brought out longer clouds and mist, and hit Mi Dou's stomach, Yang Zhi still didn't give up, he knew that Mi Dou was already a tired master, and the previous ten-fire level spiritual technique was very lethal, if he could take advantage of the victory to pursue and add a few more wounds to Mi Dou's bloody injury, the victory would definitely belong to Yang Zhi, the big fat man.

It's a pity that the speed of this big fat man is really not flattering, Mi Dou flashed flexibly, and he turned around and flew diagonally to dodge, Yang Zhi sighed in disappointment, and fell straight into the ring, bringing up a puff of smoke and dust, he really didn't have the strength to chase and kill again.

Mi Dou was no better, he fell straight down on the other side, his legs were so weak that he could barely stand, and he used the blood dragon seed life rod to support the ground, and only then did he stop the potential energy of the fall.

Playing here, everyone in the audience didn't dare to underestimate the genius of Bazhou anymore, one couldn't tell whether it was the sixth stage of the Nirvana branch or the end of the Nirvana branch, and he was able to tie the battle with a big mansion in the base period, and moreover, Mi Dou still used the main spiritual weapon, and used the ten-fire level secondary spiritual technique.

The big sweat dripped, the two water stains spread, Mi Dou Shennian recovered quickly, he took a breath first, his eyes flashed with infinite calculations, and as soon as he stepped on the ground, the smoke and dust exploded, and he was like a tiger, dragging the blood dragon life stick, and took the initiative to attack Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi raised the gun to block, returned most of the breath, and broke up alive, Mi Dou threw two feet, fell to the ground, and Yang Zhi returned the gun to the ground, relying on the long handle to stabilize his body, bending down and sweating profusely, both of them saw that the other party was exhausted, but their own conditions were not equal, they both took a big breath, and the weapon could not be lifted.

Yang Zhi's divine thoughts were strong, and Mi Dou couldn't hit it hard, so he could only choose to break up the strength of the big fat man again before he regained his breath, once, twice, three times, and both of them were lying on the ground, and they couldn't even hold their weapons.

This is the most tragic battle of this year's Guangnan Conference, noon has passed, the two of them lie on the ground, after a burst of rapid breathing, they get up and bombard, once, twice, three times, lying on the ground to rest for longer and longer, all the games of the freshman group have ended, the battle of the No. 1 ring is not over, the organizers of Qingshanmen decisively began the competition of the teaching group.

On the No. 1 ring, more and more people came around, only to see the two players in the ring, bent over, lying on the ground weakly, neither of them willing to admit defeat easily, they all felt that if they dragged on for a while, the other party would not be able to support it, or they couldn't bear to give up.

Mi Dou's eyes were half-open, looking at the fine dust on the ring, his face was full of perseverance, Cangyuan's plan must continue, in order to protect Taichuan Gate, in order to see his beloved Yu Dong'er as soon as possible, no matter how hard and tired he is, he has to hold on.

There was another surge of strength in the depths of his soul, and Mi Dou stood up again with a howl, tremblingly picked up the hundred-pound Blood Dragon Seed Life Stick, and staggered towards Yang Zhi.

Yang Zhi roared in his heart, his sect had stayed in the fourth-rate sect for fifty or sixty years, and every generation was working hard to enter the third-rate sect.

There is only a line between the third-rate sect and the fourth-rate sect, but the treatment is very different, there is a big gap, he bears the hope of the whole family, he must not lose, Yang Zhi also belongs to the tenacious generation, he struggled to turn over and shoot out, the guns and sticks collided, and they all fell off their hands, the two staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground again, and their throats were dried by the rapid breathing.

The long game did not make the audience impatient, but more and more people rushed to watch, every time the two struggled to stand up, the audience below cheered in unison, which requires great perseverance and will, in order to fight so fiercely, the tenacity of the two made many people sigh to themselves, once, twice, three times, ten times, two people who tried every ounce of strength, the sweat had already dried up, and the throat had been dry as if swallowing a fire.

A Nirvana period, not even the end of the Nirvana branch, can actually be inseparable from the Panji period, everyone is full of admiration, the first people to hear about it, they thought that the opponent's Panji period was too deflated, after rushing to watch, they changed their frivolous views, and Qi Qi gave a thumbs up to the two people in the ring.

Two resolute players, curled up in the ring, staring at the opponent with staring blankly, the opponent is weak, looking like he will lose his breath at any time, but he can still hold on tenaciously, it is simply a living little strong, Mi Dou has fantasized, if there is still a trace of divine thought just now, how good it would be!

Yang Zhi hoarsely clutched his throat and spit out a vague voice, "...... Elder brother...... Platform...... Let me win...... I'll pay you for the soul stone......"

Midou's throat was like a fire burning, and every word he said had a pain, "I...... Here you go...... Soul Stone ...... You let me ...... Win!"

Yang Zhi's expression was also very painful, he lost water from fighting excessively, his throat seemed to be holding sand, and every word rubbed against his throat, "You are from Bazhou...... Can't get the salt pan...... Give me...... I need Yantian ......"

Midou also spoke intermittently, "I...... Can't lose ......"

Yang Zhi patiently continued to plead, "My ...... Sect ...... I want this salt pan...... Ascend to a third-rate sect...... I will...... Compensate you...... 100,000 yuan...... 100,000 yuan...... Soul Stone ......"

100,000 soul stones, this Yang Zhi is exhausted, the nature of the old treacherous and cunning has not changed, 100,000 soul stones, not to mention what rank, if it is 100,000 low-grade single fire soul stones, it is only worth ten low-grade thousand fire soul stones.

A salt field, of course, is more than ten Thousand Fire Soul Stones, but in the agricultural field, it can already be regarded as a huge amount of money, if it is replaced by someone else, it will definitely be very excited, but Mi Dou shoulders the fate of more than a thousand people up and down the Taichuan Gate, how can he admit defeat for ten Thousand Fire Soul Stones?

In response to this big fat man, it was Mi Dou who struggled out of the last trace of strength in the depths of his soul, and swung his fist and smashed it hard, Yang Zhi let out a fierce beast scream angrily, I don't know where to get a trace of strength, turned over and punched over, two fists with great will, hit each other's faces, the two of them were dark in their brains, their ears buzzed, and they fell to the ground like mud, and they didn't even have the strength to breathe.