"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood gushed out from Fu Huan's mouth, and at the same time, the Star Phantom Beast also turned into countless brilliant dust and dissipated into heaven and earth. If the smelted phantom beast is destroyed, it will die, and even if it does not die, the cultivation will instantly fall back to the ninth level of the Blue Sky Realm.

Fu Huan is in his early twenties this year, and in principle, there is still the possibility of smelting star seeds. It's just that if the phantom beast is defeated, the "blue sky and black soil" that nourishes its growth will also suffer immeasurable damage, and if the soil is not completely recovered, how can it be sown again?

Therefore, I am afraid that without a few years of recuperation, Fu Huan will not be able to recover at all. And even if he is lucky enough to be able to smelt the star seed again before the age of thirty, I am afraid that this life is destined to be mediocre. After all, he had missed the golden age of Tsuki.

On the rostrum, Fang Zhantu's face was slightly ugly. This Fu Huan is a talent he values, although he has not officially joined the command, but seeing him beaten into a waste by Long Haotian, his heart is always faintly painful.

At this moment, Fu Huan had already left the decisive battle platform with the support of his disciples. And the hostess stood on the stage again. And her expression always remained calm, and even passed by Fu Huan, without showing any pity for her master.

"Hey, I said, have you heard? What's this girl's name?"

The decisive battle on the stage continued, and the enthusiasm of the audience for gossip also continued to rise. But when it came to the interval, they began to frantically inquire about the girl's origins. At first, they still had some scruples, but in the back, they all had no taboos.

It's just quite disappointing that in the end, they couldn't find out why. This beauty is really mysterious, so people can't help but think of Fang Zhantu's romance in the past. However, he didn't dare to speak so presumptuously.

The girl pretended not to know what the audience was talking about, her jade fingers were light, and she pointed at Long Haotian and said: "The eleventh battle, Long Hao Tiansheng! Here is the twelfth opponent, Luo Ying!"

Soon, the people quieted down again and set their sights on the preparation area.

Luo Ying, twenty-five years old, is a new warrior under the command of Xie Rongyuan. Cultivation is the ninth stage of the Star Refining Realm, and a sixth-order lower-grade star seed purple electric eagle has been smelted. Although the grade of the star species is slightly inferior to Fu Huan, this purple electric eagle is a flying bird and has endless advantages in the air, so it can somewhat make up for the disadvantages in this regard.

It's just that this Luo Ying took the stage proudly, and finally ended up in a fiasco.

Although the purple electric eagle has air supremacy, Long Haotian also has an incomparably domineering technique in the air, "Divine Bird Strike".

Although Long Haotian has not cultivated the "Ten Stages of Flame Sparrow" well during this period of time, with the increasing transformation of "Hundred Cracks" and the improvement of his overall strength, some bottlenecks of "Ten Stages of Flame Sparrow" have also been invisibly broken through.

At the time of leaving the Yan family, the first five moves of "Ten Stages of Killing the Flame Sparrow", Long Haotian had cultivated to the peak realm, and the "Chilling Wind Folding Willow" was even close to the transformation realm. And now, "The Wind Breaks the Willows" continues to move forward, almost touching the door of the realm. And the last four moves have also been completely consolidated at the peak realm.

Therefore, although Long Haotian has not yet reached the Demon Tribulation Realm, he cannot condense the True Yuan in his body to help him fly in the sky. However, the "Divine Bird Hitting the Air" supplemented by "Fuyao Tongfeng" gave him unparalleled control in the air in disguise.

I'm afraid that the ancestor who founded "Ten Stages of Flame Sparrow" never thought that the attack technique of "Divine Bird Hitting the Air" would be used by Long Haotian as a means of short-distance air control after being supplemented by "Shaking the same wind".

And when Long Haotian unleashed this strange body technique, everyone was shocked again. No matter how strong the purple electric eagle is, how can it be compared to the Yanlong Sparrow!

However, after all, Long Haotian can't control the sky for a long time at the moment, and at the same time, the altitude of his flight is also limited, so it is difficult for his fist to completely fall on the vital point of the purple electric eagle. Because of this, Luo Ying's Star Phantom Beast was preserved, and he himself was finally knocked off the battlefield by the heartbeat. Although I am afraid that it will take more than half a year to recover, this ending is much better than Fu Huan.

And when the host took the stage again, everyone began to worry about the disciples who were going to play later. Especially when they saw the thirteenth disciple's face like a pig's liver, they were even more sympathetic in their hearts.

These people were originally the backbone of the sect or the hope of the future, but now because of the appearance of Long Haotian, their light has been completely obscured.

The few people who appeared later, because they had witnessed the tragic situation of the disciples who appeared in front of them, they all decided to give up summoning the Star Phantom Beast. After all, it would be disgraceful to summon a phantom beast to win, and once it lost, its cultivation would regress.

As a martial artist, sometimes the most fearful thing is not death, but the abolition of cultivation or regression. Because of living like this, you will endure the cold eyes of the people around you all day long. Especially like them, they are already the top in their respective small teams and are held by the stars. Once they regress, the difference in status is simply unbearable compared to cutting them alive.

And Long Haotian is also very refreshing, since you don't summon phantom beasts, then I don't need to fight you to the death. You leave a line in life, and I can also take a step back and open up the sky. Therefore, the injuries suffered by those people were also very minor, and they could be healed after a month of rest.

At this moment, with another loud roar, the nineteenth opponent was knocked off the final stage.

Without summoning the Phantom Beast, even if this Jun was the strength of the Eighth Disciple, he had only held with Long Haotian for less than twenty rounds. And everyone can see that this is also Long Haotian deliberately saving face for him. However, people do not find any loss of defeat on their faces, but a sense of relief.

All the gamblers felt a pain in their flesh at this moment, and they also scolded Donglai Pavilion thousands of times in their hearts. This odds are too guided, so they have to believe that Long Haotian can't hold on to that late. As a result, his hard-earned money was all laughed at by Donglai Pavilion.

Ji Wuchen is in a very good mood at the moment. As he said to Long Haotian before, the further back, the higher the odds, often thousands. In the nineteenth battle, Donglai Pavilion has already earned a lot of money, and only the last battle is left to reach the Great Perfection.

Behind him, Mo Wuxian's gloomy gaze seemed to tear Ji Wuchen apart. However, Ji Wuchen reciprocated with a warm smile, looking harmless to humans and animals, Mo Wuxian saw this, and his expression was even more gloomy.

"Dustless boy, it looks like you're in a good mood!" A strange smile appeared on the corner of Mo Wuji's mouth.

Ji Wuchen frowned slightly, he still knew Mo Wuxian very well, and said secretly: "What is this kid thinking about?"

However, he was not frightened by Ji Wuchen, but replied calmly: "I'm naturally in a good mood, but you, the six-eyebrow boy, don't seem to be in a good mood!"

"Huh!" Mo Wuxian sneered, "It's too early to say this, Ji Wuchen, don't forget, the decisive battle is not over yet!"

"There is one person left, could it be Liumei, do you think that person can stop Long Haotian's pace of victory?"

"It's hard to say! We'll see!" Mo Wuxian smiled sadly.

"Huh?" Ji Wuchen seemed to sense a different aura, and he even felt another pair of cold gazes. But when he looked up, he couldn't find the owner of the gaze.

(End of chapter)