So far, Hu Yang has been attacked by white-faced scholars more than 30 times, causing more than 30,000 injuries. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info, especially the giant wind blade issued by the white-faced scholar later, made Hu Yang even more miserable, this giant wind blade was constantly much more powerful, and even the impact force was very amazing. With Hu Yang's current strong defensive power, he was not constantly knocked back, Hu Yang only now felt the horror of this wind system spiritual art, not only could he not dodge, but Hu Yang couldn't even find the opportunity to backhand.

And all this happened in just a few minutes, and now Hu Yang's arms are almost unconscious, and he is completely passive standing there, becoming a living target for the white-faced scholar.

At this time, the more people outside the arena watched this duel, the more they felt that it was not a taste, this duel did not have the imaginary comings and goings, there were no fancy spell battles, and there were not even a few twists and turns, it was completely a personal show of a white-faced scholar.

The only thing in this duel was the muffled sound of wind blades cutting through flesh and blood, and the splatters of blood.

The entire bazaar was terrifyingly dull, except for the sound of the white-faced scholar's wind blade breaking through the air, and Hu Yang's muffled snort, none of the people present made any sound. What was supposed to be a passionate and lively duel turned out to be unusually quiet. The crowd watching the battle was full of sighs, grief, unbearable, sympathy, disappointment and other negative emotions, which was not the fair fight they wanted to see, it was completely a one-sided torture.

Hu Yang unwillingly looked at the white-faced scholar who was frantically condensing the wind blade through the gap between his arms, Hu Yang was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the opportunity to kill with that blow.

As the minutes passed, Hu Yang's injuries became more and more serious, and a long ravine had been dragged out of the ground. Every time Hu Yang was hit by the giant wind blade and took a step back, the white-faced scholar took a step forward, and the white-faced scholar pressed Hu Yang step by step, always keeping a safe distance to prevent Hu Yang from counterattacking temporarily.

Since he could easily and safely kill Hu Yang, this white-faced scholar didn't want to risk getting too close to Hu Yang, he just condensed a series of wind blades, and then shot towards Hu Yang mercilessly.

"Senior brother, if you continue like this, you will die, you can do something. The sweet female stall owner was so anxious now, looking at Hu Yang's blood all over the place, she couldn't help but speak.

"Hit him! ”

"Ah, what's the use of you just being beaten, this is a battle of life and death, wake up. ”

"Don't be afraid, your defense is so strong, if you fight back earlier, you won't end up in such a field!"

"Kill him, junior brother, don't stand still. ”

"Go, go!"

A burst of shouts came into Hu Yang's ears, and the crowd of onlookers around him were cheering for him to make friends, but no one spoke from the standpoint of a white-faced scholar. Although everyone doesn't care about the life and death of the god in the soul sacrifice, they don't want to see a person being tortured to death from beginning to end, this is the scene they don't want to see. Their sympathy for the weak burst out unreservedly at this moment, and some of them even wanted to play in place of Hu Yang to fight this divine soul sacrifice.

But Hu Yang didn't want to fight back, if he could, he would have fought back a long time ago. It's just that now his arms have to protect his head, and he can't do anything else. Moreover, he had just advanced from the Qi Induction Realm to the Qi Gathering Realm this morning, and he was still very unfamiliar with the control of spiritual power, by the way! Spiritual power, Hu Yang suddenly remembered his "Mystery: Divine Hook" at this time, and it seemed that he could also use spiritual power instead of iron chains.

So Hu Yang mobilized spiritual power to pour into his arm, and then Hu Yang silently sensed the changes in spiritual power. Now he is already a monk of the Qi Gathering Realm, and the Qi Gathering Realm is the most important hurdle in the entire Qi refining period, and the monks before this cultivation can only guide spiritual power into the body, and cannot be used for other purposes. However, when the qi gathering realm is reached, the monk's spiritual power can already be released, and the spiritual power released can be used to control magic weapons, exercises, spells, and other necessary means for the monk to kill enemies.

When Hu Yang gathered enough spiritual power, Hu Yang found that a faint spiritual light appeared in his hand, Hu Yang controlled this spiritual light with his divine sense, and found that it could be transformed into various shapes according to his own ideas, so Hu Yang changed this spiritual light according to the appearance in his memory, making him become an iron chain-shaped whip composed of spiritual power.

"Poof!" A ball of blood bloomed on Hu Yang's arms, and a wind blade attacked Hu Yang's arm and lost its aura and dissipated in front of Hu Yang.

Only then did Hu Yang come back to his senses from the spiritual power long whip and raise his arms a little higher.

"Haha, junior brother, you have finally gathered your spiritual power and are ready to counterattack, I thought you would kneel on the ground like a dog and beg for mercy. ”

The white-faced scholar noticed the faint aura in Hu Yang's palm, so he laughed at Hu Yang. He knew that if Hu Yang used a spell to fight back at the beginning, there might still be a chance, but now that Hu Yang was at the end of his strong crossbow, he couldn't pose any danger to him at all. At this time, he remembered that it was not too late to counterattack, the white-faced scholar was confident that he was a Wind Spirit Root Cultivator, and he was also very confident in his own body, he didn't believe that Hu Yang could attack him.

"Little white face, haven't you eaten breakfast?Why doesn't it hurt at all when you hit your body?Have you already started attacking? I thought it was just a demon wind blowing over just now, I didn't think it was actually your spell, then you have to come on, your strength is not enough to give me an itch." ”

Hu Yang replied stiffly, saying that he would not be bargained for by this white-faced scholar in his words. In fact, he is now seriously injured, and his blood volume has dropped by more than half, and his current blood volume has reached the 30,000 health mark after all, and his passive skill "Storm's Choice" will be activated at 30% of the blood volume, that is, at about 26666 points, it will continue to recover 30% of Hu Yang's blood volume, which is the first barrier that Hu Yang still has the confidence to fight with the white-faced scholar.

"Hehe, junior brother, what you said is really good, then I'll blow you up again, and disturb it. ”

The white-faced scholar's eyes were cold, and a half-moon-shaped wind blade was condensed in each of his hands, and the two wind blades slashed at Hu Yang's arm almost at the same time, making Hu Yang lose more than a thousand points of blood in this attack.

"Waste! I'll stand and beat you, you can't even beat, are you **** growing up? Don't you hear, I told you to work harder, can you do it? Hu Yang turned on the taunt skill again.

The surrounding crowd looked at Hu Yang in surprise, they didn't expect this Hu Yang to be quite tough, and he was still so unforgiving at this time. But no matter how sharp this mouth is, it can't change the situation of the battle. But everyone still admires Hu Yang very much, from the beginning to the present, they haven't heard Hu Yang cry out for pain and bitterness. But even this endurance is beyond the reach of ordinary people.