The audience was in an uproar, and Zhao Hao had an extra magic weapon that operated on his own, which was equivalent to having a helper whose strength had reached the early stage of Jindan, which was obviously unfair. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But the referee turned a blind eye, as if the small pagoda sacrificed by Zhao Hao was not a magic weapon, but a normal magic weapon.

But Zhao Yue didn't speak, and of course, he didn't surrender immediately as most people thought.

"Look, he's hit!" exclaimed one of the friars.

"What's going on?" the companion couldn't bear to look at it, and just missed Zhao Yue's counterattack. In her mind, although Zhao Yue has not yet reached the point of being a dream lover, it is not too far behind. Seeing that Zhao Hao had a magic weapon to help him, and it was a physical cultivation, in the next moment, it was possible to smash Zhao Yue into a meatloaf with one punch.

I only heard the distant sound of a knock from 'dang-'. If you weren't in the arena, everyone would suddenly be in a famous mountain and ancient temple.

"Ahh

"Flying?"

"He's also a physique?"

Everyone saw that Zhao Yue had been smashing people with talismans and seals before, and they all thought that he was just a gentleman who burned a lot of money, but who knew that he was actually the most painful body cultivator.

In the astonishment of everyone, the small tower magic weapon that was originally in the center of the ring was unexpectedly missed by him and fell next to the protective cover of the ring. In this way, the power of the control field will be reduced by more than half.

In the past few years, wandering on the sea, the number of jade slips that Zhao Yue obtained even exceeded the library of Elixir Mountain. And in terms of quality, it is even better.

Although he hadn't seen Zhao Hao's tactics with his own eyes, he had understood them.

He believes that this battle is not without a chance at all.

Therefore, as early as when Zhao Hao sacrificed the small tower and was noticed by Zhao Yue, he moved. I saw that he took out a handful of talisman seals in his left hand, which was the Heavenly Thunder Talisman that defeated Yang Xu before. In his right hand, he takes out a sledgehammer.

This hammer was carefully selected by Zhao Yue, and it was just bought from the Tianyun Business Alliance a few days ago. He only said the requirements, it must be heavy, it must be hard, and it can be hard with the magic weapon. Archdeacon Xu Ling found more than a dozen hammers and asked Zhao Yue to pick them at will.

Zhao Yue finally chose a 'lightning strike'. ’

It is very heavy and sturdy, and the key is that it can be activated with the lightning spell, which can be skillfully urged to increase the amplitude and increase the power.

Everyone only saw Zhao Yue repelling the small tower, but few people saw the blue light radiated when the 'lightning strike' hit the small tower.

The rays of light jumped and poured into the tower, in a way, much more than the physical damage of the sledgehammer. Of course, if the small tower magic weapon was under the control of a real person in the Jindan Realm, it would definitely not allow thunder and lightning to enter the tower and wreak havoc.

However, the magic weapon is the magic weapon. Although he was knocked away by Zhao Yue's hammer, he was in a corner of the ring, and the height inevitably decreased, but the power of the control was still very strong.

Zhao Yue wanted to jump over again and continue to knock on the small tower, however, the strong gravity pressed on him, making it difficult for him to even move.

What's more, snowflakes began to flutter out on the small tower. Zhao Yue was already a monk in the late stage of foundation building, and he had long been immune to cold and heat, but at this time, he felt a chill to the bone.

What's even more terrifying is that as the snowflakes fall on him, his mana is slowly melting.

It may not be too big for a while, but after a long time, these snowflakes alone will deplete the mana of his whole body.

At this time, Zhao Hao dragged a two-handed sword and rushed towards Zhao Yue. The great sword rubbed against the stone ring floor, making a piercing scraping sound, and a large puff of sparks appeared.

Zhao Hao's speed became faster and faster, and finally, the sparks connected into a line of fire, and his figure also turned into a string, outlining the path of his attack.

This is the range of his master's natal magic weapon to control the field, and Zhao Hao's speed is not only not reduced, but faster. Snowflakes fell on him, bringing with them a sense of coolness that would calm him down in any situation. The snowflakes even brought pure aura - this was the aura formed by the small tower's rapid transformation of Zhao Yue's mana.

Although Zhao Yue's talisman seal formed a thunderstorm, it couldn't catch up with Zhao Hao.

Zhao Yue let out a dull angry howl, as if he was lifting a mountain. His face turned red all at once, his muscles bulged, and his clothes bulged. Then, his giant hammer was slowly raised above his head, and it seemed that he wanted to give Zhao Hao a head-on blow.

"You're too slow—" Zhao Hao roared, "Admit defeat quickly, or you'll die." "Indeed, with Zhao Hao as a comparison, you can see that Zhao Yue's hammering speed has dropped by at least half.

"Brother must ...... No...... Kill you......" Zhao Yue stubbornly roared back, and then, the giant hammer in his hand was as fast as lightning all of a sudden, and with a bang, Zhao Hao and his sword flew out.

Originally, the lightning that couldn't catch up with Zhao Hao hit him one by one.

Looking at Zhao Hao, who fell to the ground, Zhao Yue jumped up with the power of the hammer just now, crossed a strange arc in the air, and fell to the side of the small tower.

Then, hammer after hammer knocked on the small tower. At first, the speed was still very slow, just like a monk ringing a bell, and the sound was melodious and clear, which made people forget the vulgar. However, the good times did not last long, and Zhao Yue's speed of tapping became faster and faster. In the end, like a storm, it hits people's hearts. The person who heard the sound was so upset that he felt as if he wanted to vomit out all his internal organs.

"What is he going to do?" asked the old man next to him, a young monk. With the old man by his side, he didn't perceive the danger.

"He's going to smash the little tower. The old man touched his head and said lovingly.

"Didn't you say that the small pagoda is a magic weapon? He is a foundation building monk, can he break it?"

"After all, the small tower is not a magic weapon for defense, that monk is not an ordinary monk, and that sledgehammer is not an ordinary hammer. ”

Looking at Sun Er's puzzled eyes, the old man didn't wait for him to ask, and then explained: "That Zhao Yue is a powerful body cultivator, and that sledgehammer is also a magic weapon mixed with magic weapon materials. Therefore, as long as you knock on the right position and keep knocking, the small tower will not be able to hold it. ”

"But look, Zhao Yue's right hand holding the hammer is bleeding, can he still hold on?"

"His biggest difficulty is not the injury to his right arm, but Zhao Hao. The old man reminded.

At this time, Zhao Hao had already gotten up from the ground. As soon as he stood up, he let out a whoosh and spit out a mouthful of the boss's blood.

He was apparently hit hard and suffered serious internal injuries. Only if the lungs are injured, the internal organs are bleeding profusely, and they cannot be absorbed quickly, so they will spit it out directly.

Listening to the increasingly rapid beating, I looked at the small tower that was beaten to a flickering light. Zhao Hao took a deep breath, jumped up, used all his strength, and slashed the mountain with all his strength, rushing towards Zhao Yue.

When the lightning struck him, he immediately disappeared and disappeared. It turned out that the robe he was wearing was a lightning protection weapon.

Looking at the opponent who raised his big sword and split his face, Zhao Yue flipped his wrist with his left hand, and another sledgehammer appeared, and with a sound of 'dang-', he hammered Zhao Hao down. The right hand did not stop moving, and the small tower was knocked around.

Zhao Hao spat out a mouthful of blood, jumped high again, and the big sword slashed at Zhao Yue again. With another 'dang-', Zhao Hao was hammered back to the ground again, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Is Zhao Yue going to win?" is it still the same young man from before, or the old man.

The old man shook his head: "Not necessarily." Zhao Yue is more dangerous. ”

The young man looked at the field in confusion, and just saw Zhao Yue spurting blood from his mouth, drenching the small tower with moisture.