After Tang Xiyue casually challenged an unlucky player, Gushu, who was the No. 2 player in the White Tiger Ring, immediately jumped out impatiently, looking eager, as if he was afraid that if he would delay for a while, Zhuo Yang would recover a little more strength.

"Referee! I'm going to challenge the Kirin Ring Zhuoyang! ”

After the ancient temple finished shouting, he looked at Zhuo Yang murderously and shouted: "Zhuo Yang, come down and die!" ”

This made Tang Xianyue, who was walking towards the ring, look a lot colder, and at the same time regretted it slightly, it ended too quickly, he knew that this guy was the second, so he would have fought for a while.

The eager appearance of the ancient temple made the chief referee's eyes look at him, his eyes were unwavering, like a pool of stagnant water, and he said without saltiness: "Next, the No. 2 player in the White Tiger Ring will challenge." ”

After finishing speaking, he ignored the surprised eyes of the ancient temple and stared at him quietly.

[Hehe, this referee is still an obsessive-compulsive disorder? 】

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Yang laughed secretly, I am afraid that it was the mad dog-like behavior of the ancient moment, which made the referee unhappy.

Gu Si also felt a faint but terrifying pressure from the calm eyes of the chief referee, and the emotions that were originally excited calmed down as if they had been poured a basin of cold water.

"Next, challenge the unicorn ring, Zhuoyang"

The ancient temple was respectful and said in a calm tone.

"Well, then, let's start the game."

With the approval of the chief referee, Zhuo Yang and Gusi were unhurried, and the other was in a hurry but had to endure the impatience in his heart and slowly came to the stage.

Finally, the two sides stood in the ring.

Gu Si looked at Zhuo Yang, who looked tired, and the feeling of weakness coming from his limbs, Gu Si couldn't help but smile fiercely.

"If you want to kill you, you really want me to wait."

Zhuo Yang looked at the ancient temple with a terrifying face like a ghost, and sneered: "Kill me? What are you pretending, let's not say that you can't kill me with your strength, just my Uncle Lin's anger, the people behind you will definitely not be willing to bear it. ”

"It's me, kill you, maybe the one behind you won't be so careful, after all, it's just a dead dog, and even, you're just a dog who can't do anything and is not as good as a dog."

Zhuo Yang smiled disdainfully at the ancient temple, with indescribable contempt in his expression.

"Say, am I right?"

"Hmph, sharp teeth and sharp mouth, I want to see if my knife can split your mouth!"

After the ancient temple finished speaking, he suddenly stopped being patient, holding a black machete, like a tiger descending from a mountain, and attacked Zhuoyang with murderous energy.

Looking at the ancient temple that was coming towards him, Zhuo Yang's eyes flashed with a cold light.

【The last one!】 】

At this point, Zhuo Yang had no need to continue acting, with a flick of his wrist, the body of the mountain and river gun was a burst, and he let out a light trembling sound, looking at the ancient temple in front of him, he stabbed suddenly.

A little cold came first, and then the gun came out like a dragon.

The trembling body of the spear was like a dragon's roar, and it stabbed towards the ancient temple with unparalleled momentum.

After the ancient temple saw this shot, the look in his eyes that was originally nine out of ten and nine out of ten, and the look of victory in his hand suddenly disappeared, but was filled with a thick look of surprise.

[How is it possible, this guy still has the ability to stab such a shot! ] 】

The ancient temple only felt that at this moment, the terrifying sense of crisis made it cold all over his body, and the black knife that was originally about to be cut down immediately retracted and turned to protect his chest.

"Dang!"

The tip of the spear and the blade of the knife made a piercing sound of impact, and the ancient temple that rushed towards him, facing Zhuo Yang, who was standing still, was actually stabbed out directly under this blow.

"Stomp, stomp!"

Looking at the ancient temple that staggered and retreated one after another, Zhuo Yang shook the spear in his hand, and after dancing a beautiful spear flower, he looked at the ancient temple with high spirits, and his eyes were wanton.

"Say that I have soft feet, I see, I'm afraid it's you."

"You, you guy, have been acting with me all along!"

The ancient temple stared at Zhuo Yang viciously, and the blow that came from the gun just now, the strength made him suffer a small loss, and he only felt numb.

"Well, of course, I guess, only you idiot didn't see it."

Zhuo Yang mocked the ancient temple.

"So, you're worthy of being a dog's dog."

"Ahh I'll kill you! ”

In the face of Zhuo Yang's ridicule, how could the ancient temple endure it, the momentum around him skyrocketed, and he burst out with all his strength, holding high and seeing that he was slashing towards Zhuo Yang.

The strength that belongs to the little grandmaster is completely released.

Zhuo Yang's eyes froze, his expression did not show any panic at all, and he fought with the ancient temple with a gun.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

The machete combat method of the ancient temple is wide open and closed, but it is ruthless and ruthless, and every move makes people feel cold.

Zhuo Yang does not collide with it, the gun is light and agile, constantly relying on dexterous body skills, and at the same time the spear in his hand interferes, combining virtual and real, when the ancient temple doppelganger responds, it is often a false move, but it reveals a greater flaw.

Although it was still suppressed by the ancient temple, it was not too inferior.

In the audience, An Lingyun's eyes narrowed slightly.

"This guy, didn't you tell him before, the longer the Sha Sutra is used, the more powerful it becomes, not only that, but with the use of the internal force of the ancient temple, the overflowing evil qi will not dissipate, but will remain in the air, forming a rudimentary, but the function can barely touch the edge of the realm of the evil qi environment."

"This evil spirit is a secret medicine for the ancient temple to make him more and more courageous, and for the opponent, it is a poison that hinders the operation of the internal force, and when it comes to the back, the ancient temple is crazy, and the surrounding is full of evil energy, which can be said to be completely invincible."

"What the hell are you waiting for, you guy?"

Won't it ......

An Lingyun's eyes flashed with absurdity.

"That guy, it's not like he just wants to try how powerful this ancient temple is."

This......

Inexplicably, An Lingyun feels that it is very in line with Zhuo Yang's temperament, although it is not obvious from the outside, but Zhuo Yang still has a sense of arrogance in his bones.

Thinking of this, An Lingyun couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Forget it, since he did this, he must be sure, let him be."

In the White Tiger ring, Tang Xianyue looked at the ring where Zhuo Yang and the ancient temple were fighting, as if there was a haze, with a faint sense of foreboding, and his expression was grim.

"It's a little underestimated this ancient temple, but I didn't expect this guy to have some strength."

In the Qinglong ring, Wen Gongzi watched the competition casually, as if neither Zhuo Yang's response nor the outbreak of the ancient temple could arouse his interest.

"This hasn't been fought to the end, it's useless to worry now, if this Zhuoyang is defeated, he will be defeated, and he can't even call the word "all his previous efforts are abandoned."

"Come on! Where have you gone, let the horses come! ”

Gu Si's eyes were blood-red, and his tyrannical emotions seemed to destroy everything in front of him.

Zhuo Yang's face did not change, and he coped with it without being surprised, his eyes stared at the ancient temple coldly, and his firm appearance made the ancient temple more and more unhappy.

"Humph! I'll kill you like a chicken! ”

The ancient temple roared angrily, and the tall figure suddenly rose again, and it was full of rage, as if it was a monster that had lost its human form.

The flying hair also seems to have lost its vitality, giving people a sense of dead silence.

"Nine Killing Blades!"

The black knife in the hand of the ancient temple was suddenly filled with a terrifying aura, and between the swings, it was like a pitch-black and venomous giant python, and its fangs were all visible.

With the outbreak of the ancient temple, the environment on the field has changed at a very fast speed, and even some of the audience in the audience have felt cold, like the cold of the tarsal bones, making them dizzy and shivering.

After the referee saw this scene, he waved his hand slightly, and a cyan light flashed away, and then turned into an illusory barrier, resisting all the evil qi of the ancient temple, and the audience's expressions looked a little better.

And in the face of the increasingly ferocious knife techniques of the ancient temple, Zhuo Yang finally began to exert his might.

【Three points return to the vitality】

Zhuo Yang turned three points into vitality, and the gray, white and blue strands vigorously wound around the body of the gun.

Zhuo Yang's eyes flashed, and he stabbed towards the palm of the ancient temple.

The ancient temple immediately resisted with a backhand.

"Ding!"

However, at the moment when the spear blade and the black knife were handed over, Gu Cha only felt a piercing chill coming from his palm, which slowed his movements for a moment.

It was this momentary pause and jerkiness that gave Zhuo Yang an opportunity to take advantage of, and the dense shadow of the gun danced out, like a virtual reality, which made people look unreal, like a dark cloud shrouded in the heart of the ancient temple, making him only feel heavy, and it was difficult to exert all his strength.

The ancient temple had no choice but to deal with it with all his might, but every blow was like hitting cotton, which made him feel a sense of aggrieved that he had nowhere to go.

"Damn!"

The more he faced Zhuo Yang, the greater the pressure in the heart of the ancient temple, and the inscrutable shadow of the gun in front of him always made him feel a creepy sense of unease.

As if seeing the annoyance of the ancient temple, Zhuo Yang sneered.

"Looking at your posture, it seems that the cultivator has been practicing the Sutra for a while, but you are so lonely and nameless, you are really a waste."

"What did you say!"

Being ridiculed by Zhuo Yang like this, Gu Si was suddenly stimulated again, his eyes were red, but his movements were uncontrollably exposed.

A loophole to exploit!

Zhuo Yang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly found this fleeting opportunity, and the spear in his hand stabbed out violently.

But......

"Ding!"

Looking at the black knife in front of him that was resisting his blow, Zhuo Yang's face was shocked, and under the black knife, a smile full of murderous intent and tyranny was revealed.

"You've been fooled!"

I saw that the ancient temple threw a fist with his left hand, and the evil qi formed a tiger head on his fist.

"Tiger Fist !!"

Off the field, the middle-aged father-in-law's eyes lit up when he saw this scene.

Win!

Seeing that his punch was about to hit Zhuo Yang, the ancient temple seemed to think of the scene where Zhuo Yang was torn apart in front of his eyes, and suddenly an unprecedented madness erupted in his eyes.

"Die!"

However, An Lingyun looked at the ancient temple and smiled mockingly.

"That's why it's said that people who cultivate the Sutra are all brainless."

It was at this moment that the middle-aged father-in-law, who originally thought that he had a chance to win, suddenly changed his face.

This is!

Looking at Zhuo Yang, who was shattered like a bubble, the ancient temple was horrified.

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