Wang Bo missed with a blow, ravaged his body, and his palms intertwined a palm shadow net, enveloping the front and back of the three zhang square. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The dust receded, and hundreds of fireballs shot out, only this time the fireballs were smaller than the last time, only the size of soybeans, like fireflies.

Everyone laughed when they saw this, this was naked contempt, and they didn't take Wang Bo in their eyes at all. Wang Bo's face turned red, and the martial whirlwind exploded, soaring to a range of two zhang.

A powerful cyclone, rolling fog waves, and a faint whistling sound.

When the disciples below saw this, they couldn't help but be secretly frightened, they couldn't imagine that this Wang Bo's martial aura was so powerful.

As soon as the large soybean-like fireballs approached Wang Bo's martial cyclone, they were swept into the sky and scattered in all directions.

At the same time, Wang Bo raised his palm, and he actually sent out a snake-shaped phantom composed of palms, opening his big mouth full of fangs towards Wuchen and gnawing it.

"Earthen Wall!"

Accompanied by the cold drink of black dust, three earthy yellow mud and stone walls drilled out of the ground, blocking Wang Bo's way.

This is the first time that Wu Chen has used a spiritual skill other than the fireball technique, although it is also a basic spiritual skill, it is eye-catching, and he can't help but look forward to it.

Maybe it's not that Chen Wu doesn't know how to use high-level spiritual skills, it's just that there is no need to use them in the previous competition.

The three mud and stone walls, three feet high and about two feet wide, were like tissue paper in front of Wang Bo, and they collapsed and shattered into nothing when lightly touched by his serpentine palm, and their speed was not greatly affected.

Wu Chen's brows furrowed, he expected that his earth-attribute spirit skill might be weaker, but he didn't expect it to be so weak.

Breaking through three walls in a row, Wang Bo didn't take a break for a while, jumped forward, and spun like a spinning top and rushed towards the black dust.

Wuchen is sealing and preparing for the next spiritual skill.

Caught off guard, he was slapped on his left shoulder by Wang Bo.

A majestic force came, and the black dust flew diagonally to the right rear for more than 20 zhang and fell to the ground.

The force passed through the left shoulder bone and went straight into the chest and lungs.

Wuchen's left shoulder was numb with half of his body, his chest and abdomen were undulating, his throat was slightly salty, and he almost vomited blood.

"Chen Wu, if you don't admit defeat, when will you wait?"

Wang Bo was very satisfied with the power of this palm, he used at least ninety percent of the strength of this palm, even an ordinary martial arts fivefold disciple, he would definitely not be able to withstand it, let alone a spiritual path disciple?

Therefore, he did not pursue, but stood in place with his hands behind his back, and said in the demeanor of a master.

Condescending, Wang Bo, who stands tall, compared to the black dust who is lying on the ground and extremely embarrassed, one is strong and the other is weak, and he makes a judgment.

Seeing this, the elder who presided over the competition stood up and said loudly: "I announce that Wang Bo will be tested in this competition..."

The word 'win' has not yet been exported.

But I heard a dry voice say, "Wait! We're not done yet!"

The elder who presided over the competition turned his head and couldn't help frowning, but saw that Wuchen didn't know when he had already stood up straight.

I saw his right hand holding his left shoulder, and suddenly pinched and lifted it hard, only to hear a crisp sound of his bones.

The crisp voice was clearly heard by everyone present.

Only then did everyone understand that just now Wang Bo not only slashed Chen Wu with one palm, but even dislocated the opponent's left arm.

Dislocated arm, the pain can be imagined. And when the dislocated arm is put back in place, the pain is at least ten times more intense.

However, this Chen Wu actually took his arm back with his hand, even through the mask, everyone could feel the tough expression on Chen Wu's face, which was by no means comparable to ordinary people.

"Chen Wu, don't you want to live anymore?" Wang Bo was also shocked when he saw Wuchen take his arm back, he didn't take Wuchen to heart, but he felt a hint of threat inexplicably.

Wang Bo didn't like this feeling very much, and even made him move a trace of killing intent.

A spiritual disciple has such a tenacious heart, as long as he is not too lazy, his achievements can be expected.

The so-called geniuses, excellent disciples, have always been mortal enemies, and the real sympathy for each other is only a very small minority.

At this moment, Wuchen said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Wang, why don't you take a look around you?"

Wang Bo's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but look around.

But in addition to the smooth bluestone ground underground, there are thousands of fireballs the size of soybean grains, which is more accurate than flames.

The corners of Wang Bo's mouth showed a trace of disdain, and he raised his foot to step on a flame, "Is this what you are talking about?"

I don't know if you're really crazy or if you're fake stupid.

This fire-like flame is what you usually use to make your spiritual disciples happy.

Tell you, it's not any kind of spiritual skill, you can show it off in front of everyone, otherwise it will only add to the joke.

Understood?"

In the end, Wang Bo's voice was cold, and his eyes looked at the black dust like substance.

Wuchen moved his left arm, looked into the distance, turned his head, and said with no joy or anger on his masked face: "Senior Brother Wang, what you said is right, and it makes sense."

I wonder if Senior Brother Wang has ever heard such a sentence?"

"What's that?" Wang Bo asked.

"A spark can start a prairie fire. ”

After Wuchen finished speaking coldly, the sword pointed at Wang Bo and said sharply: "Get up!"

The next moment, countless flames the size of soybeans rose from the ground.

"Hey!"

With Wuchen's order, countless flames the size of soybean grains suddenly closed, forming a cylindrical flame barrier that enveloped the four zhang range, trapping Wang Bo in it.

The incident happened suddenly, and the onlookers were shocked when they saw this.

Can Fireball still be used like this?

In the midst of the flame barrier, Wang Bo stood proudly on the spot, without the slightest surprise on his face, and said loudly: "Chen Wu, do you think that this little carving insect skill can trap me?

When the words landed, the martial cyclone around Wang Bo's body reappeared, and the vigorous cyclone was like a cloud and mist constantly rolling towards the surrounding flame barrier.

The thin layer of flame barrier was hit by the Martial Cyclone, and it was sunken and deformed, but unexpectedly, these flames were not extinguished, and they were still firmly gathered together.

At this moment, Wuchen said coldly: "I have already seen that the condensation of my fireball is not enough to resist your martial cyclone. However, if the fireball is small, no matter how high the degree of condensation is, your martial cyclone cannot extinguish it.

Now that these thousands of fireballs of mine are all composed of fireballs with a higher degree of condensation and smaller size, no matter how powerful your martial cyclone is, what can you do?"

When Wang Bo heard this, he laughed and said, "Chen Wu, you are short-sighted after all, and you don't know the true use of the martial cyclone. ”

Saying that, the martial aura around Wang Bo's body suddenly shrank, turning into a layer of air flow about three inches thick attached to his body.

The next moment, a hole the size of a foot appeared in the flame barrier.

Outside the flame barrier, Wang Bo looked up and saw that the flames were soaring into the sky, dazzling, and the blazing temperature was scorching his scalp.

"You're the one you're waiting for!"

A fireball the size of twenty zhang was burning, and the fierce flames seemed to be able to burn through the sky.

Beneath the huge fireball, a teenager raised his right hand, and the light on the black mask kept flashing.

Who is it if it's not Chen Wu?

As the word 'you' landed, a huge fireball seemed to fall to the world like the sun, smelting the earth.

The flames that were enough to scorch people could swallow Wang Bo in an instant!