At this point, only Nangong Yurou, Zhao Wouji, and Gongsun Tu were left on the stone platform.

Just when Dongfang Mo stepped down, the old-fashioned Taoist priest shook and stood in the air again.

"The top three have been released, and after half a day, you will wait for the three to face off to determine the specific ranking, and you can use this half day to adjust during the period."

After speaking, the old man sat cross-legged in the air and kept silent.

Hearing this, the three of them had different expressions.

Among the three, Nangong Yurou was originally the most seriously injured, followed by Gongsun Tu, and the most difficult Zhao Wou-Ki had no major problems.

If this is the case, Nangong Yurou is at an absolute disadvantage, and she will definitely have no chance with the first.

But Fang Dongfang Mo's healing technique seems to have a wonderful effect, and at this time, Nangong Yurou's injury is not serious, if so, and then relying on that strange magic weapon with extraordinary power, it is difficult to say whether the winner is lost.

Looking at Mo Qianli under the stage again, his expression was extremely ugly, he was damaged again when he fought the magic weapon before, and he decided to seriously injure Nangong Yurou, at that time, even if Nangong Yurou could defeat Gongsun Tu, he would definitely not be Zhao Wouji's opponent.

But she really couldn't imagine that the little Taoist priest actually knew such a wonderful technique, and he did not hesitate to exhaust his mana, risking a hidden illness in the future to cure Nangong Yurou.

Then the outcome will be unpredictable.

……

Half a day passed in a blink of an eye, and at this time, Nangong Yurou's breath was obviously more stable after some pranayama, and her beautiful eyes opened, looking at Zhao Wuji and Gongsun Tu, unusually calm.

And when his eyes swept over Mo Qianli in the audience, a faint smile flashed.

"The hour has come."

At this time, the old-fashioned Taoist priest in mid-air also opened his eyes, only to see his figure flickering, standing in the stone platform, looking at the three of them expressionlessly, and then stretched out his hand and waved.

I only heard the clicking sound under my feet, and three smooth stone platforms that were slightly smaller and about dozens of zhang wide were extracted from them.

The three stone platforms are boxy, the old-fashioned Taoist priest raised his hand, slowly rising, and finally suspended at a height of several zhang, if you look carefully, you will find that the middle stone platform is higher, followed by the left side, and the lowest is the right stone platform.

"Climbing the highest stone platform is the first in this big competition, the left side is the second, the right side is the third, the competition is still not outnumbered, and the loser has no chance to challenge again."

"The auspicious time has come, Kai!"

The words fell, and the figure of the old-fashioned Taoist priest floated down.

Looking at the three people in the stand, I saw Nangong Yurou snort coldly, and her figure took the lead in moving, and in an instant, she landed on the highest stone platform.

Zao Wou-Ki and Gongsun Tu were left to look at each other, but they didn't expect Gongsun Tu's figure to go towards the stone platform on the far right, and after boarding the stone platform, he sat down cross-legged, looking like he was planning to give up the challenge.

As everyone knows, he blew up eight beast souls before, and just after fighting with Dongfang Mo, he was bombarded by hundreds of thunder shocks, and the remaining ten were also blown up with illusory breath. Now he seems to be unharmed, but in fact he is not injured, and at most he can give full play to the strength of the winning period.

He was not Nangong Yurou's opponent in his heyday, needless to say that he was injured at this time, and coupled with the strange thoughts of Nangong Yurou, he would not fight with her.

Looking at Zao Wou-Ki again, his body jumped and shot straight towards the highest stone platform, without the slightest scruples.

Nangong Yu's soft eyes narrowed, and before Zhao Wouji could climb the stone platform, the silk scarf in his hand waved, stretched for several feet, and shrouded Zhao Wouji.

Zao Wou-Ki was in mid-air, but when he reached out and grabbed it, the iron rod behind him was tightly held in his hand, his body turned in the air, and the iron rod pulled at the silk scarf with his strength.

The moment the two clashed, there was a dull sound, and the iron rod seemed to hit the soft cloth, and it was difficult to focus.

Look at the silk scarf wrapped around the iron rod.

Zao Wou-ki's expression was overcast, and the iron rod in his hand stirred, and the silk scarf was easily bounced away, but his figure was also slapped down by an irresistible soft force, and fell under the stone platform again.

The moment he hit the ground, his knees bent slightly, which dissolved the force.

Seeing this, Zao Wou-Ki snorted coldly, and at the same time, the tiger's body shook, and a fierce energy exploded all over his body, and at the same time, his knees bent and he suddenly jumped.

"Click!"

I saw that the stone slab under his feet, which was infused with iron essence, shattered into the shape of a spider web, spreading a distance of two feet.

Its figure rose to the sky, and at the same time its body rotated, and after the iron rod in his hand turned around his waist a few times, he accumulated a huge force that was difficult to match, and then when his arm bent, his body was parallel to the suspended stone platform, he turned the iron rod and smashed it hard at Nangong Yurou.

"Whew!"

I saw a pitch-black stick shadow several feet long, slashed down in the air, and the momentum was amazing.

In the face of this powerful blow, Nangong Yurou was slightly moved, and if she wanted to dodge, she was locked by this stick shadow, and the air around her body was viscous and tight.

So the silk scarf in his hand was thrown away, turned into a curtain, and covered his head.

"Bang!"

The shadow of the stick seemed to hit the taut drum surface, and there was a dull loud bang.

At the same time, a thick sound wave spread out in all directions, and everyone only felt that their chests were blocked, and their ears roared.

On the silk scarf that turned into a curtain, it was slashed by a stick shadow of several feet, and it was deeply sunk into an exaggerated long stick shape, which looked like it was about to be cut open, but it was always difficult to break it.

After just a few breaths, the shadow of the stick finally turned into a spiritual light and dissipated, and the curtain made of the silk scarf also fell, gently fluttering in Nangong Yurou's hand.

Zao Wou-ki's figure fell from the sky, boomed, and landed on one knee on the stone platform, pressing down the suspended stone platform for several feet before rising slightly.

Then he suddenly raised his head, looked at Nangong Yurou with his eyes, and at the same time, the iron rod was wrapped around his waist, and when his figure turned, he held the iron rod in one hand and swept the door in front of him.

Nangong's expression was cold, knowing that Zhao Wuji had cultivated the ancient body training technique, if he was allowed to get close, it would definitely be a big trouble.

At this time, the figure exploded and retreated, falling on the edge of the stone platform, and at the same time, the silk scarf in his hand was sprinkled in the air, from small to large, turning into a light veil and covering Zhao Wouji.

"Humph!"

Zhao Wouji's figure flickered, and in an instant, he turned into three afterimages, divided into three directions and surrounded Nangong Yurou, the three figures were still in the distance, and the long stick in his hand was either stabbed, smashed, or pumped, bypassing the light yarn from several tricky angles, and attacked towards Nangong Yurou.

In the distance, Nangong Yurou looked startled, but the next moment, the hand changed, and the light gauze suddenly turned into an upright wall, and the gauze wall swelled, and collided with the three figures without any fancy fancy.

"Poof...... Burst...... Burst! ”

With three soft sounds, the three figures were knocked apart by the gauze wall and turned into bursts of spiritual light, but they were not real bodies.

"Not good!"

Nangong Yurou was startled, and at this time she suddenly raised her head, only to feel that an extremely strong wind above her head fell.

It turned out that Zao Wou-Ki had already appeared in mid-air at some point, and at this time, his hands tightly grasped one end of the iron rod, held it high above his head, and leaned back slightly.

"Drink!"

I saw that the muscles on his arm were like tightened steel ropes, full of amazing explosive power, and with a burst of sound in his mouth, the next moment, the iron rod smashed down angrily.

"Whoa!"

The air was instantly cut by this earth-shattering stick, and the iron rod fell on the top of Nangong Yurou's head in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou's teeth opened lightly, and she looked like she had words.

The gauze wall in the distance disappeared in an instant, and when it appeared, it had already wrapped its delicate body.

"Bang...... Rumble! ”

The first sound was that the light yarn that wrapped Nangong Yurou was smashed into a piece of spiritual light by the iron rod, but the second sound was that the iron rod continued to fall, and the suspended stone platform was instantly smashed out of a gully of several feet, and it fell sharply down to a depth of one zhang, which was able to stabilize, and then slowly rose.

But Zao Wou-Ki frowned, knowing that this blow had not worked, he suddenly turned around and saw Nangong Yurou wrapped in a light veil, and he didn't know when he had landed on the other side of the stone platform.

At this time, she was fine, just a little short of breath.

But the gaze that looked at Zhao Wouji gradually became cold, and the next moment I saw her stretch out her hand, the light yarn fell into her hand, and then she threw it in the air, pinching the trick in her hand, and the mana in her body suddenly agitated.

The light yarn flew all over the sky in an instant, covering the sky and the sun.

Seeing this, Zao Wouji's expression finally changed, and his figure was about to rise into the air in a flash.

But the light yarn instantly stretched around the entire stone platform, and one end turned into a huge palm, and slapped it on the head of Zao Wou-ki, who was withdrawn.

The iron rod in Zao Wou-ki's hand swung into hundreds of sticks, flicking the palm away, but his body fell on the stone platform again.

In an instant, the light veil extended indefinitely, and finally turned into a curtain that covered the entire stone platform.

In the distance, Nangong Yurou sat cross-legged, pinching the trick with both hands, and the light yarn suddenly snorted and turned into a sea of fire, which not only submerged Zhao Wouji, but also burned on the entire stone platform.

Zhao Wouji was in the middle of the flames, and at the last moment, his body shook, and suddenly a layer of seemingly weak Gang Qi enveloped him, isolating the scorching flames around him, and at the same time, his body flickered, turning into an afterimage towards Nangong Yurou.

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou Law changed, and the sea of fire suddenly rose by three points, reaching a height of several zhang, where could I still see any figure.

Everyone in the audience could only see a firelight in front of them, and at the same time, there was a whistling sound of breaking wind from time to time in the sea of fire, and a vigorous figure could be vaguely seen shuttling.

Such a scene lasted for only half a cup of tea, and I saw a figure jumping high in the sea of fire, and at the same time, a figure stood in the air.

"Reverse three slashes!"

Under a burst of cheers, I saw Zao Wou-Ki, who was standing in the air, waving the long stick in his hand three times in a row.

The first stick shadow turned into a three-zhang length and slashed hard.

"Boom!"

The stone platform shook, and the sea of fire seemed to be blown by a gust of wind, trembling.

But the next moment, the second six-zhang long stick shadow came one after another, and the stick shadow was incomparable, dividing the sea of fire into two halves, the left and right were distinct, and he slashed at Nangong Yurou who was exposed.

Nangong Yurou flicked her fingers, and the burning light yarn spread again, blocking in front of her.

"Bang!"

The sea of fire shook instantly, and the flames several zhang high were extinguished, turning into knee height, but as the shadow of the six-zhang stick turned into spiritual light, the sea of fire spread again.

But what followed was the last shocking stick that turned into a nine-zhang length.

At the same time as the shadow of the stick fell, the sea of fire in the sky instantly seemed to be still, and then the flames scattered in all directions, and all of them were extinguished, revealing the entire stone platform.

At this time, Nangong Yurou's face changed greatly, and she opened her mouth and spit out a mouthful of essence blood, which blended into the light veil around her.

I saw that as soon as the light yarn was closed, it fell in front of it, constantly stretched, folded, and turned into layers of cloth in front of it.

The sound of "bang ......" kept coming.

It was the shadow of the stick that crushed all the layers of light yarn.

But as the layers of light yarn spread out, the shadow of the stick gradually weakened.

At this time, Nangong Yurou clenched her teeth, her face was unusually pale, but she kept making decisions in her hands, pointing at the light yarn from time to time.

Finally, when there were only the last few layers of light yarn left, the earth-shattering stick was resisted.

Looking at Zao Wou-Ki in mid-air, his face was pale at this time, and his previous extraordinary appearance immediately withered at this time, his body fell from mid-air, knelt on one knee, and the iron rod in his hand "dang", and the pillar was on the stone platform, so that he did not fall.

"I lost!"

After a long time, the panting Zao Wou-Ki finally raised his head, and at this time he did not have the slightest strength to fight again.

The earth-shattering three sticks were a set of high-level spells, and with his current strength, it was really reluctant to use them, and it even emptied all the mana in his body.

"Wow!"

Nearly a hundred people under the stone platform were in an uproar, shocked by this battle, they didn't expect that these two people were only fifth-order cultivators, but they could fight to such an extent, especially the power of the spell, it was really incredible. If you were to be yourself, imagine how long you can hold out under the offensive of the two, most people think that it will definitely not exceed dozens of rounds.

Looking at Nangong Yurou again, he was relieved to hear Zhao Wouji admit defeat, and at the same time suddenly turned to look at Gongsun Tu on the stone platform on the right.

Seeing Nangong Yurou, Gongsun Tu shook his head, although nominally he still had a chance to make a move, this time was when she was weak, but he was not Dongfang Mo, and this cheek really couldn't be pulled down. And I have some different thoughts about Nangong Yurou in my heart, and I won't make a move.

"Don't forget the bets you and I made before."

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou looked at Gongsun Tu and said coldly.

Gongsun Tu just nodded, with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth, but did not speak.

Seeing this, Nangong Yurou turned her gaze to the bottom of the stone platform, and when she saw Mo Qianli gritting her teeth, she suddenly sneered before moving her gaze to other places.

When he saw Dongfang Mo's figure, he finally recovered a lot, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But under the four eyes, Nangong Yurou didn't know why, her face turned inexplicably red, and she wanted to hide it, so she hurriedly looked elsewhere.

At this point, the big competition is finally over, and the old-fashioned Taoist priest stands in the air, which is nothing more than announcing the ranking of this big competition, rewards, and many matters related to the entry of the outer door into the inner door.

Dongfang Mo listened to the rise, but he didn't notice it at all, and a gaze not far away looked at him, his expression was cold, and the imperceptible killing intent in his eyes flashed.