Charms were one of the great means of the monks.

In terms of frequency of use, low-level monks use it the most, because of the problem of their own spiritual power endurance, charms can be said to be a must-have for them.

And because high-level spells are difficult to make and not cost-effective, high-level monks keep them for when necessary.

And this time, the battle started again, and I saw Yang Zuo take out six spells in one go.

Three fireball talismans, three ice spear talismans, directly manipulated and floated beside him.

With a wave of his hand, the blue sword was unleashed at great speed, and six spells flew up at the same time.

Fang Yuan saw it, the black long whip went up first, and Yang Zuo hurriedly controlled the blue long sword to dodge, so as not to be tied up again.

But the long whip didn't tie the long sword, and still moved forward, stirring, and hit the six spells.

In order to make the spell that flies in the air explode quickly, spiritual power has been injected in advance, and it will explode when it is controlled with a little pressure.

Boom, the fireball collided directly with the ice spear, and the waves of air surged in all directions, and water vapor was generated.

A figure shot out directly from the water vapor, holding a long sword and heading straight to the left.

Yang Zuo seemed to expect Fang Yuan to rush over, and as soon as he took out the storage bag, six more spells flew out, and at the same time, he kicked his feet and retreated violently.

Boom, this time it was six fireball talismans, Fang Yuan didn't dodge, and rushed in directly. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere.

Fang Yuan directly cast three protective techniques at once, resisting the impact of the explosion, but after the protective shield was shattered, the flames still surrounded him.

Fang Yuan rushed out, his clothes were slightly burnt yellow, and his hair was slightly curly. The impact has been blocked, and it has been burned for a while, and it is not a big deal.

I saw that the moment Fang Yuan rushed out, six spells flew out and hit Yang Zuo.

Yang left to look at the spell, spelling spells, and suddenly a few spells smashed out.

There was another explosion, and a dozen or so fireball talismans collided with each other and exploded, flying in all directions like fireworks.

The figures of the two appeared in the fireworks, only to see Fang Yuan attacking with a sword, while Yang Zuo controlled the shield to block.

At this time, a small sword flew out of the storage bag on Fang Yuan's waist, and the place where it was stabbed was a dead corner on the left side of the center.

If you want to block Fang Yuan's little sword, you have to catch it. I saw that Yang put on a glove on his left and right hands at some point.

The gloves seem to be made of metal, and the whole body is blue, and there are patterns all over it, which seem to be words.

With the gloves, Yang Zuo directly grabbed the small sword, and at the same time kicked his legs back.

Sure enough, Fang Yuan's offensive arrived again, the long sword stabbed, and the retreating Yang leaned back on his left head, and the tip of the sword failed to stab.

Fang Yuan let go of his right hand, and the long sword flew out, stabbing straight out.

But as a result, with a ding, Yang still grabbed the small sword in his left and right hands, and directly stopped and blocked the stabbing long sword.

Bang! The small shield that had been protecting the Lord before flew out directly, and a shield hit Fang Yuan's chest, forcing Fang Yuan to retreat.

Suddenly, Yang Zuo's right hand, which had been lowered, felt a burst of power, and it turned out that the small sword suddenly spun open, and it broke free from its confinement.

The small sword hit Yang Zuo's waist, and Yang Zuo bowed his waist, and the small sword failed to stab, but it cut the tether of the storage bag.

Seeing that the storage bag was cut off, Yang Zuo reacted quickly and fished it with his right hand.

A long black whip appeared, tying up the storage bag in one fell swoop.

And Yang followed with his left and right hands, and grabbed the storage bag with one hand. It was impossible for Fang Yuan to take it away with a long whip.

One plan is empty, and there is another new plan. Fang Yuan took advantage of the situation to directly control the long whip to roll back, and directly tied it into a package, tying Yang Zuo's right hand with the storage bag.

The azure long sword shot out from behind Fang Yuan, stabbing straight at it with a swift sound of breaking through the air.

Fang Yuan seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and quickly turned his head to the side, and the long sword slashed past.

Fang Yuan's eyes were suddenly sharp, aiming at the long sword that passed in front of his face, and his right hand quickly grabbed it, grasping the hilt of the azure long sword.

I saw that Fang Yuan's whole body suddenly had a stirring breath, and the wind pressure blew his clothes into the wind mist. A pale yellow spiritual power burst out from his right hand, pressing directly against the azure long sword.

Yang Zuo suddenly felt that his sense with the long sword was much weaker at this time. With a snort, he hurriedly stepped back, while his left hand continued to change the spell with one hand.

And who is constantly changing, it is still Yang Zuo's breath, I saw that his breath is getting stronger and stronger, his robe is blowing loudly, and he is slowly taking off.

Yang Zuo performed one of his pressing box skills, and the sword was broken.

This is also his helplessness, his right hand and storage bag are now tied and cannot be untied in a short time.

If Fang Yuan took out a number of spells and smashed them directly at this time, he couldn't bear it at all.

But Fang Yuan's eyes lit up when he saw Yang Zuo's moves. With a wave of his right hand, the azure long sword flew out of his hand and plunged straight into the ground outside the ring, almost submerging, leaving half of the hilt.

I saw that Fang Yuan's hands were empty, his whole body was breathless, and his hands were slowly pulling out in front of him, and he couldn't see why.

Slowly, make a fist with both hands, take a step back with your right leg, arch your left foot, raise your right hand into a fist to the side of your cheek, and clench your left hand into a fist in front of you.

This is Fang Yuan's own self-created move, stacking waves.

At this time, Yang Zuo had finished pinching the trick, and Zuo became a sword finger, with a sharp breath, as if surrounded by sword energy, and there was a whistling sound.

Yang Zuo made a move first, only to see him point out, and then he saw a breath explode, with a sonorous sound, the ground of the ring exploded directly, and the dust was flying, as if an invisible giant sword was crushing over, and all the obstacles were to be cut off.

The sharp and majestic aura of the sword finger had arrived in front of him, Fang Yuan was calm, his fists slammed out, and he punched out again and again, extremely fast. But I saw that the sky was suddenly full of fist shadows, like waves stacked on top of each other, gushing out layer by layer, seemingly endless.

The sword finger was blocked, although the fist shadow had been annihilated, but the follow-up was endless, Fang Yuan still kept swinging his fist, and the fist shadow continued to surge, and more and more.

There was a loud bang, as if the air had been blasted, and a breath and pressure spread out, directly blasting the ring into a spider web, and the cracks continued to extend.

It was Fang Yuan who broke Yang Zuo's sword finger and broke it directly.

But the waves are not over yet, and the shadow of the fist is still overwhelming, pressing straight to the left.

Bang bang, the fist shadow was too dense, and Yang Zuo wanted to dodge, but he still took several punches and retreated again and again.

After eating a few punches, Yang Zuo's body was unstable, and the follow-up fist shadow continued to follow, and Yang Zuo was beaten without the power to fight back.

But at this time, a wind pressure protruded, the wind pressure came quickly, the power was so strong, everywhere it went, the ground of the ring was shattered, and as soon as the fist shadow met the wind pressure, it dissipated directly, completely unstoppable.

And Fang Yuan seemed to feel like he was rushing and suddenly hit the wall, and the whole person was directly bounced away by the wind pressure, smashing a big hole in the ring.

The power that produces this is the intermediate spell, the Air Burst Talisman.

In the end, Yang Zuo took advantage of Fang Yuan's inability to be distracted, and his control over the long whip weakened a lot, and directly tore off the long whip, broke free, and took out the Seven Empty Explosion Talisman.

The ring was already a mess, and the dust was flying. The onlookers didn't expect the two Qi Refining Cultivators to come up with such a formation.

But the victory and defeat were not scored, firstly, no one shouted to lose, and secondly, both of them almost got out of the sideline of the ring.

Fang Yuan crawled out of the pit, stood up, and spat out a mouthful of blood. looked at Yang Zuo with a smile and said, "You lost." ”

Yang Zuo listened, his eyes glared, and his right hand took it out of the storage bag.

A pitch-black long sword appeared, the blade was bare, and it was directly against Yang Zuo's throat.

It was Fang Yuan's long sword, which had been on the side of the ring since it was knocked away by Yang Zuo before, and it was directly controlled at this time and hit Yang Zuo's throat.

The winner is decided.