Many spectators outside the martial arts arena did not know why, when the battle between the two young masters was fierce, they actually stopped talking and talked, and then the most popular prodigal son Yue Bing actually left the scene and automatically admitted defeat, which made many monks feel puzzled and puzzled.

Although Miao Sen won the victory, he was also covered in blood, and his body suffered heavy injuries, he turned around and wanted to get out of the ring, but a figure jumped up from under the stage to block his way, it was the little Taoist priest Wuchen of the Sect.

"Brother Miao, let's have the final competition!"

As soon as the dustless Taoist priest said this, the audience was immediately dissatisfied, Miao Sen had just experienced a tragic battle, and his vitality had already been greatly injured.

Miao Sen didn't answer when he heard this, but turned around and glanced at Meng Ling'er on the high platform in the distance, Meng Ling'er's jade face couldn't see emotional fluctuations, and she looked away when she felt Miao Sen's gaze.

Miao Sen replied with a somewhat lonely expression: "Let's start the duel!"

"Brother Miao is really bold enough. The Dustless Daoist's bun had long been scattered, his black hair was like a waterfall, but there was a madness that could not be concealed on his originally delicate face, and the light shot out of his eyes was sharp and powerful, like a tiger that had been imprisoned for many years, and his madness was revealed.

This time the competition can be described as the ultimate battle, although the dustless Taoist is crazy, but he did not hold it up, he held a thin sword and slashed towards Miao Sen, the sword qi was like a rainbow like a match across the sky, and there was a sound of cracking silk in the air.

"Kill!"

Miao Sen shouted, his long purple hair danced wildly, his tall and burly figure shifted and transposed in many places in an instant, like a purple storm bombarding Wuchen, the fierce barbarian king's fist was as powerful as Thor's hammer, the fist print was shattered, and the air was blown up.

In the martial arts arena, the sword qi is soaring, the fist is shining, the two are fighting in the ring like wind and lightning, not at all like the two people who have just experienced the big war, in just ten minutes, the two have exchanged thousands of moves, the incomparable sword qi and the fist of the tyrant will break the ring cast of pure gold, and the iron will fly sideways.

Watching a prosperous competition, watching the first battle of the dragon and the tiger, the battle was extremely fierce, the thousands of spectators below shouted wildly, many people shouted hoarsely, the battle between the two was dangerous, and the extraordinary martial arts attainments exceeded the ordinary competition, even the Zhu Jianxuan in the distant stands taught Meng Qian and more than a dozen elders from time to time showed a look of approval, Meng Ling'er, Xiao Huan and Duxue The three stunning women were also attracted by the fierce battle, staring at the battle situation for a moment.

"Turning into a blood talisman. ”

The battle went on to the white heat, the dustless Taoist squirted out a mouthful of essence blood again, and unleashed the formidable Dao blood talisman, he depicted it in the void with his hand stained with blood, and as soon as the Dao blood talisman came out, the wind and clouds were eclipsed, and all the tangible things in this battlefield were turned into the initial state by the Dao blood talisman, the void became chaotic, and the pure gold turned into iron sand, and all tangible things were dissolved.

As soon as the Dao blood talisman came out, it rose into a hundred zhang long in the storm, the blood light on the Dao talisman was dazzling and demonic, the evil aura was awe-inspiring, the crimson blood water flowed down, dyeing the high heavens red, and the demonic blood was like a blood curtain to Miao Sen and went away, and where it passed, everything turned into ashes.

In the face of this Huadao blood talisman that had almost killed the prince of Yuxu Palace, Miao Sen made a heart-wrenching move, he did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards the Huadao blood talisman with a crazy expression, and purple divine light flowed on his body, and Miao Sen was even more courageous.

With a "bang", the blood talisman of the Dao shattered the purple mangs around Miao Sen's body and covered Miao Sen, the crimson blood light flowed endlessly, wanting to refine him to life and death, Miao Sen disappeared like a mud cow into the sea, and there was only a piece of blood talisman turning wildly above the sky, and the pieces of void were twisted to pieces, overflowing with a trace of chaotic qi.

"Hahahaha...... You mountain village man who came out of this wild land is also worthy of fighting with me Wuchen, I will let you destroy your body and spirit......" The dustless Taoist priest won the victory, laughed wildly, and the unbridled laughter was pervasive, making people's ears hurt.

"Stop. ”

A soft female voice spread in all directions, Meng Ling'er drew a beautiful line and flew forward, Ruyu's face with a trace of anxiety, no longer indifferent in the past, although she has always been in love with her brother Shaohao, but Miao Sen is undoubtedly the second man to break into her heart, this young man from the Miao Barbarian Yi tribe is kind, simple, and even a little honest, she can't break off her feelings, and can't tolerate a man who has a good feeling to die in front of her.

"Ah...... Ling'er, don't come over. ”

The huge Transformation Dao Blood Talisman shook violently, and suddenly Miao Sen's angry shout came, and a trace of purple light came out from the Blood Talisman, like a candle flame in a frightening storm, although faint but never extinguished.

"Huh, you're not dead yet?" Wuchen Daoist said with a deep sense of surprise, you must know that in the previous competition, even the long-famous Jade Void Palace Aochen Gongzi was almost wiped out by the Transformation Dao Blood Talisman, and this young man from the Miao Barbarian Yi Clan was covered by the Evolution Dao Blood Talisman and refined for so long but still not dead, Wuchen felt an unusual and dangerous taste.

"Under the Dao Blood Talisman, no one can escape, and you are no exception. ”

The dustless Taoist priest's face was hideous, he opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood again, and the blood of the Dao was immediately full of blood, like a blood pool that devoured all things, and the pure gold ring in the field had already turned into ashes under the blood light, and the evil blood light was pervasive, and even the monks outside the martial arts arena were affected, and some monks who reacted slowly were directly turned into a puddle of flesh by the blood light, and everyone who was frightened by this scene withdrew from a hundred zhang away.

The blood light surged, the rows of hundred-year-old bamboos outside the martial arts arena were not spared, the hundred-meter-high old bamboos were stained with blood, the original green branches were all turned into charcoal, and the rich essence of plants and trees were all turned into invisible and returned to heaven and earth, and finally turned into half-inch-high bamboo shoots, everything returned to its original appearance.

"Sweeping **, shaking the eight wildernesses, moving mountains and unloading mountains are barbarian kings. Break it for me. ”

A wild roar shook the nine heavens, like a barbarian roaring, "stabbing", the huge Dao blood talisman was torn apart, a strong and powerful purple arm poked out, and then another fist pierced through the Dao blood talisman, "boom", the huge blood talisman could no longer withstand the brute force, and it exploded.

A five-foot tall purple giant stood on the wind of the sky, the arrogant tall male body was like an ancient giant in the world, the long purple hair was angry in the wind, the strong chest, the thick limbs, the tendons were coiled like a dragon, and the huge fists collided together sonorously and deafeningly.

"This, how is this possible, the Transformation Dao Blood Talisman can't even refine you......" The Dustless Daoist was speechless, and repeatedly used the Essence Blood Talisman to make his face pale as paper, and there were traces of blood flowing down the corners of his mouth and sprinkling all over his clothes.

"Because I am a barbarian king, I can seal all the essence and energy in my body, so your transformation method is invalid for me. ”

Miao Sen landed on the ground and slaughtered down from the high sky, the tall and majestic barbarian king's body flashed with treasure, as if it was cast from pure gold, and his fists came out faintly with the sound of wind and thunder.

"Bang!"

The dustless Taoist priest was smashed by Miao Sen and flew out more than twenty zhang away, blood sprayed wildly along the way, Miao Sen's physique was too strong, and there was no chance to fight back with Wuchen in close combat. However, Miao Sen didn't give Wuchen a chance to breathe, and before the other party could land on the ground and rush over again, the purple fist smashed out like a raging storm, and the battle situation took a sharp turn, Miao Sen completely reversed the decline, and the fierce fist kept falling on the face of the dustless Taoist.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

The sound of fists to the flesh, Wuchen was blasted into the air again and again, hammered into the ground, Miao Sen's brute force seemed to be inexhaustible, and the dustless Taoist priest was like a broken sandbag by Miao Sen's hammer to death.

"The big man is mighty, the stinky Taoist priest is dying, kill him for me, pull his hair and poke his eyes, beat his head and slap his face......" Yue Bing shouted frantically, even more relieving than fighting on stage.

Ding Chuan, who was in the corner of the crowd, pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth, and said to himself: "It seems that the stupid big man has won, and there is a lover who is really dependent." ”

However, his smile stiffened on his face before it could fully bloom, and the situation in the martial arts arena suddenly changed, and a piece of blood and black light erupted from the body of the seriously injured and dying Wuchen Taoist priest who had been beaten, and Miao Sen was knocked out.

"Ah...... The road is one foot high, the devil is one foot high, from the road to the devil, who can stop me?"

Wuchen no longer has a trace of the temperament of a cultivator, his black hair turned blood-red in an instant, the two blood rays shot out of his eyes tore through the void, and his body was filled with a dazzling crimson and black dead air.

"Whoever stands in my way from stepping into the red dust will die, and they will all become a pile of dry bones on my path, so you go and die!"

Wuchen's cold words just landed, and his figure disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone's eyes, only some high-level older generation figures knew that this Wuchen did not disappear out of thin air, but that the speed was extremely fast to make people have such an illusion.

The amazing speed of the dustless Taoist couldn't catch the trajectory with the naked eye, Miao Sen couldn't help but be on guard, there was a fluctuation in the void behind the side, Miao Sen immediately punched and killed, but before he could turn around, Wuchen's blood-colored fist ran through his lower back, the blood-colored fist was mighty, and Miao Sen, who was five feet tall, was beaten and vomited blood and flew wildly, if it weren't for his extremely fast reaction, the punch just now was afraid that it would have broken his vertebrae.

"Again, tear your peerless barbarian body with my strongest transformation demon god. ”

The dustless Taoist moved in the martial arts arena like a ghost, leaving afterimages in the void space, the blood-colored long hair swept from Miao Sen's body like a sword, rolling up a purple blood wave, and the faint claws with blood light scratched wildly, leaving a terrifying bloody mouth on Miao Sen's body, and the flesh and blood in some places were torn off by him, and the bones were deeply visible.

Meng Ling'er in the stands in the distance stood up again, her face full of worry, if it goes on like this, Miao Sen will be killed sooner or later, Meng Ling'er shouted in a panic: "Wuchen, stop, you won this competition." ”

"No...... I haven't thrown in the towel, my blood hasn't dried yet, and I can still fight. Miao Senhu's eyes were blood-red, and he swung a powerful iron fist to kill in all directions, but it was difficult to hit Wuchen's true body at all, his speed was too fast.

"Miao Sen, why are you so troubled, you will lose your life?" Meng Ling'er said faintly with a trace of mist in her eyes.

"Ling'er, you have the right to choose a martial arts competition to recruit relatives, I also have the right to participate in the competition, even if you die in battle, it is my right, you have no right to interfere. Miao Sen roared and turned around and threw himself towards Wuchen, but what greeted him was a blood-red claw, Miao Sen screamed, a bloody hole was dug out between his chest and abdomen, and his intestines were exposed, which was extremely tragic.

Meng Ling'er was so angry that her delicate body trembled, she stood in place full of helplessness, she threw her father Meng Qian's gaze for help, but Meng Qian shook her head helplessly, there are rules for martial arts, as long as one side does not admit defeat, the battle cannot be ended.

At the moment when Meng Ling'er was sad and at a loss, Ding Chuan's voice sounded in her ears: "Dream Fairy, don't you understand? Maybe you still have someone in your heart who can't let go. Before we meet the person in our dreams, God may arrange for us to meet someone else first, and when we finally meet the person we like, we should be grateful. If you cry because you miss the sun, you will miss the stars. The life and death of the stupid big man is in your hands......"