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More than twenty foot-sized fireballs rushed towards Wang Bo, and were once again scattered by the opponent's martial cyclone.

Wang Bo snorted coldly, and a nine-section soft whip with the thickness of an arm fell into his palm.

The nine-section whip was more than a foot long at a time, and the nine-section soft whip was one foot and three feet away. The rookie list competition does not prohibit disciples from using martial arts and spiritual tools.

Martial soldiers, spiritual tools, are also divided into seven levels of mortal spirit true treasure heavenly immortals and gods, each level is one to nine levels. Legend has it that the power of high-level martial arts varies greatly depending on the level of the high-level warriors.

But somehow there are very few high-level martial arts spirit tools circulating among martial artists, and most of the low-level martial arts spirit tools circulating on the market are not more than the second order of mortal spirits, and the true level spirit weapons are extremely rare.

Although there is a difference in the spirit equipment of low-level martial arts, it is not obvious.

There are many disciples who attach more importance to personal cultivation than martial arts spirit tools, and even a considerable number of disciples are accustomed to using their bare hands and resolutely do not use spirit tools and other things.

In Wuchen's five competitions, he only encountered two disciples with martial arts, and the current Wang Bo was the third.

Of course, the use of martial arts spirit equipment depends on the preferences of the warrior or spirit and their own resources.

The nine-section long whip in Wang Bo's hand is called the Nine Wolf Whip. It is said to be refined from the backbone of the nine-headed fourth-order wolf king, and it is known as a second-level spiritual martial artist, but its power is not weaker than that of ordinary third-level spiritual martial artists.

But seeing Wang Bo snorting coldly, with the whip in his hand, his body shot forward five feet, and with his right arm stretched, the Nine Wolf Whip drew a gray arc in the air and pumped towards the black dust.

The distance that Wang Bo had advanced, combined with the length of the long whip, had already covered the black dust within the range of his attack.

Wu Chen's heart was shocked, he didn't expect Wang Bo's speed to be so fast, and the coverage of the Nine Wolf Whip was surprisingly large.

Although Wu Chen was shocked in his heart, he did not show the slightest expression on his face.

I saw him with one arm, his body falling backwards, and at an extremely oblique angle, he swept backwards like a big bird.

The sharp and cold whip head of the Nine Wolves Whip almost wiped the chin of the black dust and swept over.

If the Nine Wolf Whip grows another inch, it will be said whether Wuchen's chin is still possible.

Avoiding the momentum, a fireball appeared in Wuchen's left and right hands, wanting to prepare for a counterattack.

But at this time.

A sneer appeared on Wang Bo's face, and then his wrist shook slightly.

The Nine Wolf Whip that fell into the air suddenly stopped, and then the whip head turned around at a straight angle like a spirit snake, and rushed towards the black dust again.

Wuchen was horrified in his heart, these nine-section whips were varied.

In the previous life, it was also one of the most difficult weapons to practice.

There is a saying that "three years of sword practice, five years of sword practice, ten years of whip training!"

The whip was ranked last, and its difficulty can be imagined.

How do you know that this Wang Bo seems to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, but this nine-section whip is like an arm and a finger, and his attainments are extraordinary.

But the black dust is black dust after all, and the nine-section whip is unpredictable, but in his opinion, it is not enough.

Seeing that the head of the nine-section whip was like an arrow, he came to Wuchen in the blink of an eye.

When the onlookers saw this, they couldn't help but close their eyes.

Wuchen's fireball technique is indeed extraordinary, and it is enough to be proud of among the spiritual path disciples!

But in the face of a martial artist with a fivefold martial arts, how can he not have the support of high-level spiritual skills?

Wuchen claimed to be the pinnacle of the Turin Realm when he signed up, but through several competitions, he vaguely guessed that Wuchen's spiritual realm should be at least above the mad spirit, and Lingtian must be far beyond ordinary people.

Otherwise, the control ability required for dozens or hundreds of fireball techniques per game was definitely not something that a spiritual Dao disciple under the mad spirit could have, and it was impossible for Ling Tian, a person in the realm of the mad spirit, to have such a huge amount of spiritual energy.

The Crazy Spirit Realm is known as the beginning of the mutual exchange between the strength of the martial artist and the spirit man, if the black dust has a high-level spiritual skill, the average martial artist, even if it is one or two realms higher, the spiritual path cultivator can also fight with the powerful power of the spiritual skill.

But now that Wuchen has the power of the mad spirit, the fireball technique can't reflect his full strength after all.

With fireball skills, he won five consecutive games in the runoff, which is amazing enough, but it can't change the status quo.

Wang Bo's realm is higher than Wuchen, and the martial cyclone completely rejects the latter's fireball technique, and with the convenience of the Nine Wolf Whip, Wang Bo is now almost no different from Wuchen in close combat.

It is common sense that spiritual path cultivators are not good at hand-to-hand combat.

Even if Wu Chen's performance is a little outstanding, he is a spiritual disciple, and this will not be an exception.

Everyone could almost imagine that the dust and blood were splattering, and the presiding elder on the side was even ready to stop the game.

In the ear chakra, only a sharp sound of gold and iron striking!

Sparks fly!

Wang Bo's Nine Wolf Whip did not hit Wuchen, but was blocked by a black and red long stick, the whip head of the Nine Wolf Whip was wrapped around the top of the long stick, the whole long whip was pulled straight, and the tail end was still in Wang Bo's hand.

Wang Bo pulled it hard, and the Nine Wolves Whip made a gratifying sound.

"Senior Brother Wang's martial arts are fierce, and he knows that he is invincible. Let's play with our bare hands. ”

I don't know when Wuchen has stuck the long stick on the ground, no matter how hard Wang Bo wields, where can he shake it?

The onlookers under the stone platform were stunned when they saw this, and no one saw that the stick was taken out of there.

However, this Chen Wu was able to insert such a long stick into the bluestone ground, so it can be seen that his physical strength must be extremely extraordinary.

"It's okay, just let you be convinced!" Wang Bo snorted coldly, the martial arts cyclone outside his body suddenly accelerated, his hands shook, and the palm shadows in the sky shrouded the dark dust like a net.

This Wang Bo is really extraordinary, even if he gives up the Nine Wolf Whip, the palm method is even more exquisite, and he is not under the whip method.

Looking at the countless palm shadows, Wu Chen only felt that the blood around his body was surging, compared to the spiritual skills and spiritual methods, it was still a martial art!

I only heard Wuchen shouting: "It's a good time!" kicked his feet, his body retreated violently, and his palms either poked or pointed, or his fingers moved wildly.

Boom, dozens or hundreds of fireballs appeared in front of Wuchen out of thin air.

It's just that unlike usual, this time Wuchen's fireball turned out to be the same as that of an ordinary spiritual path disciple, no, it should be smaller than the fireball technique of an ordinary spiritual path disciple, only the size of a pigeon's egg.

When the onlookers saw these nearly 100 fireballs the size of pigeon eggs, they couldn't help but sneer, and said secretly: "It seems that this black dust is really poor in donkey skills, and even a larger fireball can't be released, and a fireball the size of a pigeon's egg can be blown out by opening your mouth." What's the use?"

In fact, as expected, hundreds of small fireballs slammed into Wang Bo like a bead curtain.

Still didn't get close to the other party's body, he was hit by the martial cyclone, scattered on the ground, and then extinguished.

In the midst of people's eyes full of contempt and disdain, Wuchen's eyes lit up as he looked at the small fireballs scattered on the ground and slowly extinguished.