"Stinky Taoist, who gambled with you on a lifelong event!"

Hearing this, Mo Qianli was furious.

"That's it, you can't help me anyway, I said before that the opportunity I gave you is not cherished by yourself."

Dongfang Mo shook his head.

"Shameless!"

Mo Qianli was blue and blue.

"Humph! Flim tongue, I don't know if you can still be so sharp and sharp under Zhao's fist. ”

At this time, Zhao Wouji, who was dressed in a blue robe, snorted coldly, and at the same time, his figure flickered, and in an instant, Dongfang Mo only felt a flower in front of him, and a blue figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and at the same time, he saw Zhao Wouji's right hand into a fist, and there was no fancy punch.

Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, his fingers turned, and in an instant, an arm-thick thorn went towards Zao Wouji's fist.

"Poof!"

I saw that the thorns were shattered in an instant, and without even hindering it for a moment, they attacked the Dongfang Momian Gate again.

Dongfang Mo was shocked in his heart, but he didn't panic, he suddenly pulled back, his body was windless, and he slid backwards.

The corners of Zhao Wouji's mouth showed a trace of disdain, the soles of his feet were windy, and he was close, and the fist was forced strongly, and Dongfang Mo could even feel the fierce fist wind on it.

But the next moment, there was a sudden pause under his feet, and it turned out that a few thin bamboos turned into dexterous vines, which unconsciously wrapped around his feet, and Zao Wouji's body leaned forward abruptly.

With such a good opportunity, Dongfang Mo naturally would not let it go, and the dust in his hand came in an instant, and he went straight to the door in front of him.

Zao Wou-ki's eyes were glazed, and at this time, his other hand was also clenched, and his arms were crossed over the door, and at the same time, his arms instantly swelled in a circle, showing a bright bronze color.

"Bang!"

The dust was twisted into a strand and instantly pumped on his arm, and the soles of Zao Wouji's feet were restrained, and at this time, his body suffered a huge force, with the soles of his feet as the center of the circle, and his body fell straight backwards, and at the moment when his back hit the ground, his hands retreated, and he slapped the ground suddenly, and rose with strength.

"Bang!"

At the same time, there was a shock under his feet, and the vine was broken, and his body spun and flew out in the air, twisting in mid-air, and standing firmly in the distance.

Dongfang Mo was shocked in his heart, he had heard Nangong Yurou say before, this Zhao Wuji had cultivated some kind of ancient body training method, and his body was invulnerable, so he originally scoffed at it, but when he saw it today, he didn't expect him to really dare to use his body to connect the power of the magic weapon.

You must know that this dust whisk used to be a real high-level magic weapon, even if the power at this time was not as good as it was at the beginning, it was hard to imagine that someone could use the flesh to shake it, and I couldn't help but be a little jealous of Zao Wou-Ki in my heart.

"Zhao's body has been refined into steel, and he is only a middle-level magic weapon, but he can't help me!"

Zao Wou-Ki stood in the distance, his hands slightly lowered, his arms returning to normal, and it seemed that there had only been a brief confrontation without causing him any injuries.

"Really!"

Dongfang Mo's eyes narrowed, and at this time, dozens of wooden thorns were struck, and they roared out, coming in the blink of an eye.

Zao Wou-Ki's disdain was even stronger, and he swung his fist repeatedly, and the wooden thorn instantly collapsed, but the next moment, Dongfang Mo had already appeared outside his three zhang, and at the same time, with a wave of dust in his hand, the whisk instantly elongated, twisted into a twisted shape, and wrapped around his arm.

The corners of Zao Wouji's mouth raised, and the silk was wrapped around his arm, and the power of the pure flesh shook slightly, and the silk shook in an instant.

Compared with Dongfang Mo, it seems to have been expected, and it did not show the slightest surprise.

The mana in his hand was suddenly injected, and the whisks that had been shaken apart exploded in all directions, flying all over the sky.

Suddenly, Zao Wou-Ki saw a vast white patch in front of him, and at the same time, the tens of thousands of filaments made a "swish" sound of breaking through the air, and the end of the silk turned into a slender and sharp steel needle, stabbing at his body.

Zhao Wuji didn't dare to hold it up, and the tiger's body was shocked.

Suddenly, a faint layer of transparent qi enveloped him.

"Smack... Syllable... Syllable! ”

There was a dense sound, like rain hitting the fence, and thousands of whisks failed to pierce the seemingly weak qi.

Dongfang Mo's expression flickered, and he didn't want to shake his wrist.

The silk suddenly turned, but instead wound towards Zao Wou-ki, wrapping him into a round white cocoon in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, Dongfang Mo shouted violently, turned his arm, and turned the dust into a waving long whip, picking up the white cocoon that wrapped Zhao Wouji, slashing through a semicircle, and smashing it on a bluestone.

"Bang!"

The bluestone was like a fragile eggshell, easily smashed, and the white cocoon was unharmed.

A trace of surprise flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and the next moment he was replaced by a ruthlessness, and he picked up the dust in his hand again.

"Bang...... Boom...... Bang" sound constantly.

The surrounding hard iron and bamboo forests were all smashed down in patches.

The scene is one-sided, not crazy.

Until nearly a hundred fierce swings, even with the strong mana in his body, he couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.

So with a twist of his wrist, and at the same time, the silk shrank suddenly, and Zhao Wouji's figure was thrown out fiercely, smashing several waist-thick iron bamboos in the distance again, and lifting the bamboo leaves in the sky.

Mo Qianli on the side was already stunned by this scene and grew his mouth. I didn't expect this little Taoist priest to be so violent.

But at this time, Dongfang Mo couldn't take his eyes off the bamboo leaves flying in the sky, and when the bamboo leaves dissipated, a slightly thin figure gradually emerged.

At this time, Zao Wou-Ki was half-sitting in the pile of rubble, his face was pale, he was panting, and his blue shirt was even more damaged. It's not embarrassing.

"What a strange artifact!"

The next moment, the corners of Zhao Wuji's eyes twitched, and a trace of jealousy flashed in his eyes when he looked at the dust in Dongfang Mo's hand.

"Sure enough, it's copper skin and iron bones!"

Dongfang Mo looked at Zhao Wuji's breath just a little chaotic, and he was unharmed, and he was extremely shocked in his heart.

"A mere fourth-order cultivation has forced me to use weapons, you are proud enough."

I saw Zao Wou-Ki pull his right hand behind his back, and immediately took off a long weapon wrapped in black cloth, and at the same time took off the black cloth.

Only then did Dongfang Mo see that this weapon was actually a black iron rod.

The iron rod was a foot long, but it was the thickness of a wrist.

Zao Wou-Ki threw the black cloth in his hand, and at the same time held the iron rod in his hand, caressing the black and shiny stick, and his eyes seemed to look at the most precious thing.

And the next moment, the look in his eyes suddenly changed, and at the same time, the soles of his feet kicked, and the iron rod instantly went from vertical to horizontal, and Zao Wou-Ki held a sword in one hand, holding the end of the black stick with one hand, and stabbed at the door of Dongfang Mo unexpectedly.

Dongfang Mo had already taken precautions, and at this time, his figure flickered, and he actually appeared on Zhao Wouji's side, and at the same time, he brushed the dust in his hand and bypassed a few iron bamboos, stabbing at Zhao Wouji's back from a tricky angle.

Zao Wou-Ki had already expected it, the long stick in his hand was stunned, as if it was fixed in mid-air, and at the same time, the palm of his hand crossed the stick body, and his body continued to move forward, and the next moment he held the other end of the iron rod, and his backhand without looking back was stirring, only to see the iron rod smashing for a while, turning into a hazy stick shadow, and bounced away the silk behind him.

And the silk was instantly scattered by the iron rod, and flew all over the sky again, winding around it.

Seeing this, Zao Wou-Ki was disdainful in his eyes, how could such a trick make him suffer.

I saw him stretch out his hand and pull, the iron rod was held in his hands by both hands, and at the same time, with a turn of his right hand, an iron rod was waved by him into a dense stick shadow, and the whisks around him were shaken apart by him, and it was difficult to get close to his body.

And he took this opportunity to approach Dongfang Mo, but in the blink of an eye, he was already a foot away, and the long stick in his hand swept and smashed at Dongfang Mo's chest.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, he didn't want the silk to be easily dissolved by him, and when he was about to escape, he was about to flee in a flash, but his qi seemed to be locked and difficult to hide. As soon as he gritted his teeth, he could stimulate a thick layer of rattan armor in his chest.

"Smack!"

The rattan armor was smashed by the iron rod, and it was torn apart in an instant, and at the same time, I saw his figure fly out upside down, smashing several hard iron bamboos, and then fell to the ground.

"Poof!"

At this time, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, and the stick could be described as powerful, directly smashing his internal organs to a certain extent.

But at this time, Zao Wou-Ki burst into a loud breath and had no intention of stopping. I saw his figure rise in the air, and the long stick in his hand was raised high above his head, and he slashed down again at Dongfang Mo.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, if this stick is implemented, I am afraid that it will only become a pile of slag.

At this time, he wanted to escape, but he was locked by a qi machine again, but as soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, the mana in his body suddenly agitated, and finally broke free of the locked breath, and his body disappeared in an instant, falling three feet away.

"Peng!"

There was an explosion, and I saw that the place where Dongfang Mo was located was actually cut out of a ravine nearly a foot deep by the iron rod.

Seeing that the blow missed, Zao Wou-Ki frowned, and the iron rod did not pause in the slightest, and swept out in an instant, smashing several iron bamboos from them, and swept them towards Dongfang Mo again.

Dongfang Mo gasped, and fell down with the sound of Tiezhu's "click", his movements were also not slow, only to see him pinching the trick in his hand, and several thorns flew out, wanting to hinder the other party for a moment.

A layer of Gang Qi suddenly appeared in Zhao Wouji's body, allowing the mang's stab to hit the Gang Qi, making a cracking sound, but it was difficult to pierce the Gang Qi.

Dongfang Moshen took this opportunity to retreat a few more feet, where did he dare to let him get close.

At the same time, he threw the dust on his back, took a deep breath, pinched the fingers of both hands, and quickly read in his mouth.

With his movements, Zhao Wouji only felt a strong wood aura around him pressing open, and then looked at the surrounding iron and bamboo forests, there was no wind automatically, the roots swayed, and the sharp bamboo leaves instantly stood up, turning into extremely sharp blades, thousands.

Seeing this, Zao Wou-Ki's eyes finally showed a hint of surprise.

But with a strange syllable falling from the mouth of the Oriental ink.

"Duh!"

Thousands of sharp leaf blades shot in unison, densely packed like countless sharp arrows, shrouded in the head, black and pressed.

Zhao Wu was extremely shocked, and the iron rod changed in his left and right hands, waving, scattering the bamboo leaves that shot out in all directions, but because there were too many bamboo leaves, many of them were still pierced on his Gang Qi, and the Gang Qi could still hold on at first, but it began to tremble slightly after a few breaths.

Finally "Wave! With a thud, it shattered.

At this point, thousands of blades stabbed towards Zao Wou-ki, as if they were going to tie him into a hornet's nest.

"Puff puff!"

The black-pressed leaf blade instantly submerged him, and after a few breaths, he saw a pile of bamboo leaves flying in place, piled up to a height of one zhang.

"Bang!"

In the next breath, the pile of bamboo leaves suddenly exploded, and a figure fell on Dongfang Mo's sight again.

At this time, Zhao Wouji was panting, and there were faint blood marks on his body, and there were hundreds of them.

If it weren't for his cultivation of the ancient body training technique, his body was stronger than the usual number of times, plus his own qi resisted most of the previous ones, I am afraid that he would only be able to crush the teleportation talisman, and even at this time, he would still have palpitations.

……

And above the main hall, the elders who were watching the second level of the competition widened their eyes, especially Elder Zhong, whose eyes were full of surprise.

"This kid only has a fourth-order cultivation to be able to use such a method, not bad." The man who was about thirty years old looked at Dongfang Mo and spoke.

"But this kid with a long stick in his hand is not a fuel-efficient lamp, if I expected it to be good, it should be that he has cultivated some kind of powerful physical training technique, and the realm is not low." The fifty-year-old Taoist also said slowly.

"I just don't know which of these two will be better"

At this time, another chubby old man looked at the elder surnamed Zhong and couldn't help but speak.

"In my opinion, it should be the boy with a stick, after all, his realm is a whole level higher, and I can see that the kid with the dust is about to run out of donkey skills." The fifty-year-old man spoke.

"I don't think so." Elder Zhong didn't care.

"These two people are good, they definitely have the strength to challenge beyond the level, the kid with the stick before killed the sixth-order spirit beast lightning marten without much effort, and this fourth-order kid is even better, he can actually force him like this, even if he is invincible, he is proud enough."

While everyone was discussing, Elder Jiechen came back to his senses for a long time, and the next moment, Gujing Wubo's face finally showed a long-lost smile.

……

At this time, Dongfang Mo was already shocked in his heart, he didn't expect Zhao Wouji to be so difficult to deal with, most of the mana in his body had already been drained, and there was no way to take Zhao Wouji's nearly completed wooden stabbing technique.

"Nangong Xiaoniangpi, you haven't come yet!"

At this moment, I am going to scold again.

Just when he was surprised, Zao Wou-Ki tore off the blue robe on his body, wearing only a black gown, revealing his lean body.

"You can actually exert the number of wooden thorns to such an extent, I'm afraid it's close to the Dacheng realm, I really underestimate you. The wood escape method of the Xiaocheng realm, the wood thorn technique of nearly Dacheng and the rattan armor, are really impressive. But today, it is still difficult for you to escape Zhao's hands. ”

Zao Wouji's body trembled, the muscles of his arms, which did not appear to be prominent, suddenly tensed, like tightened steel cables, and the long stick in his hand shook, and a burst of anger suddenly came.

His figure flickered, and he actually turned into three afterimages, which came from three sides.

The three remnants waved the long sticks in their hands at the same time, turning into dozens of them, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, and in an instant, they smashed at Dongfang Mo's body, which was empty of mana at this time.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, he didn't expect this Zao Wou-ki's close-quarters technique to be so unbelievable, I am afraid that the young man in black was also inferior.

At this time, he retreated, in the eyes of his extraordinary eyes, the three figures were all fake, but the soldiers were not tired of deceit, since it was difficult to distinguish the false from the real, they avoided them one by one, so as not to respond to all changes.

But in the next moment, Dongfang Mo's retreat suddenly struck, and he suddenly felt a fierce wind behind him, and when he turned around, he saw that it was the fourth Zao Wou-ki.

At this time, the long stick in Zao Wou-ki's hand was already facing his chest, and the long stick was less than a foot away from his chest.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, and as soon as he reached out to touch the storage bag, he was about to use the high-level magic weapon, tortoise shell, that he snatched from the sick short-lived ghost young man at the bottom of the box.

"Poof!"

Dongfang Mo hadn't made a move, and the next moment, Zao Wou-ki's long stick was tattooed on a soft silk scarf.