Facing such a dog, Yang Chen was a little afraid, a dog shouted, a fist fell on Yang Chen's fan, the sound of bone tearing sounded, a dog's right hand was blurred with flesh and blood, and it was powerless to hang down, and the spirit fan in Yang Chen's hand was also shaken down by the strong energy.

"Fight!"

Yang Chen's gaze changed from fear to firmness, gritting his teeth and urging the red pearl in his hand, the flames were like clouds, enveloping the two of them.

Everyone knew that it was time to reveal the ending, and they all looked over, wanting to know who would kill the deer in the end.

The white-clothed Hou flicked his sleeves, the breeze rose, the flames rose to the sky, scattered into the sky, Ah Gou's body stood tall, with large and small burns on his body, and he could see the scorched flesh and blood, but Ah Gou's left arm was pinching Yang Chen's throat, and a fan bone at his elbow was stuck in the bone.

Yang Chen had fine beads of sweat on his forehead, he could control this fan bone to cut off Ah Gou's arm, but before that, Ah Gou would crush his throat and exchange his life for Ah Gou's arm, it was not worth it.

"I lost." Yang Chen's complexion changed rapidly, and then he spoke with difficulty.

Hearing this, the energy in Ah Gou's heart dissipated, and his body fell backwards, and he was supported by Qing Shi Niang.

Ah Gou won, relying on a ruthless force.

"Send him to the old man." At this time, there was a sigh of black scales in the empty Ming Fang, although he was alchemy, but he also divided part of his mind to pay attention to the situation in the workshop, Ah Gou's injury was a little serious, especially the blow to the heart and lungs, if it was an ordinary treatment method, I was afraid that it would leave trouble.

Therefore, the black scale plans to use the fire in the Dan furnace to send Ah Gou to create a transformation, and stand after a break.

Ah Gou's ruthlessness, quite an appetite for black scales, Qing Shi Niang stopped the bleeding for Ah Gou, and sent the unconscious Ah Dog to the place where Black Scales lived with a few Taoist priests in the workshop, the faces of the people in Bailu Academy were a little not very good, it was already a winning situation, but I didn't expect such a turn.

The people of Bailu are thinking that a competition will not be so desperate, but when they have such thoughts, they have actually lost a few percent, and different attitudes will lead to different endings.

At the beginning of the second competition, Dao Thirteen walked out leisurely, looking quite indifferent, and Dao Thirteen's opponent was naturally that female cultivator, and this female cultivator had a rustic name called Chen Guihua, although the name was rustic, but she was the highest cultivator among the three people in Bailu's battle, and she had the cultivation in the middle of the second realm.

Chen Guihua not only cultivated to the middle stage of the Second Realm, but also had a companion spirit beast, at the same level as her, last night, after determining the candidate for the battle, Bailu spent some money to cultivate his spirit beast to the Third Realm.

Chen Guihua waved his hand, a white lion with a height of many feet appeared on his side, and then the earth and stones gathered, condensed a rock spear in his hand, turned over and rode on the white lion, the rock spear waved the sound of wind howling, the white lion twisted his body, paced, and let out a lion roar, which was breathtaking.

Chen Guihua looked down at Dao Thirteen, with a woman's demeanor.

It's just that Dao Thirteen turned a deaf ear, and instead said: "This fellow initiate, it's too late to regret it now." ”

Chen Guihua on the back of the white lion smiled: "Are you threatening me?" If you are not mistaken, you have no cultivation in your body, and threaten a monk with a mortal body, I have to say, you are very bold, don't blame me for not reminding you, my white lion is a cultivation of the Three Realms. ”

Dao Thirteen also just smiled and nodded: "I really don't have any cultivation, so what kind of cultivation you are, whether it is the second realm or the third realm, for me, there is not much difference." ”

"It's just that I don't want to create senseless killing, if I make a move, I will definitely see blood." Dao Thirteen sighed and said slowly.

"That's the biggest joke I've heard this year." Chen Guihua scoffed.

Dao Thirteen shook his head, knowing his words, this Chen Guihua would not listen, after all, in the cognition of people in this world, how could mortals beat monks, no matter how much he said, it would be in vain for others not to believe it, just think that he was a little crazy.

The world says that I am crazy, but I know that the people in this world are a little incomprehensible, after all, I have seen things that they have never seen before, and Dao 13 sighed in his heart.

"So, then please." Dao Thirteen made a gesture of please, and slowly untied the gourd on his waist.

Chen Guihua was silent, and directly raised the gun to kill Dao Thirteen, Dao Thirteen held the gourd in his left hand, and took out a stack of rune paper from the canvas bag he carried with his right hand, and sprinkled it casually.

Although there was no wind, the rune paper still floated away, and it rose into the air, like a leaf falling in the sky, each swaying, and when it fell on the white lion, it became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The white lion of the Three Realms, its strength is not less than 10,000 catties, but it is the power of this 10,000 catties, when the first rune paper fell on its body, it suddenly slammed, and the movements of its limbs slowed down, and then the second one fell, and the white lion slowed down and began to let out an uneasy lion roar.

The third, the fourth, until the ninth fell, the white lion was like a negative mountain, its limbs were bent, and it stopped in place, but it kept roaring, it was unimaginable that a few pieces of yellow paper had such weight.

Dao Thirteen, the so-called mortal, this light and fluttering thing, when it came to his hands, it had a weight of 10,000 catties.

Chen Guihua also had a few pieces of yellow paper on her body, and her body couldn't move, but she still asked, "What is this?" ”

"It's just a small way, you can think of it as another kind of fixation talisman, the orthodox Taoist talisman will seal the monk's mana, thus sealing the monk, and mine has taken some tricks to achieve the purpose of fixing the body with weight." Dao Thirteen was not in a hurry to make a move, but replied seriously.

"You know, this rune won't keep me going long." As Chen Guihua mobilized the mana in his body, the talisman paper faintly showed signs of burning and falling off.

"So, I still want to advise you, it's still too late to admit defeat." Dao 13 said seriously.

Chen Guihua was silent, but the mana surging on her body was more, the earthy yellow mana seemed to be all over the body, with a faint luster, like flowing water, cleaning the rune paper around her body, the rune paper burned, and with the sound of a dull explosion one after another, the rune paper lost its effect, and the fixation talisman of Dao Thirteen was finally taken by some tricks, and it did not seal the monk's mana, and it couldn't trap the monk for too long.

As the talisman paper on his body was cleaned up by Chen Guihua, the white lion's limbs became strong again, and his body slowly straightened.

Seeing this, Dao Thirteen sighed, pointed the mouth of the gourd at Chen Guihua and the white lion, and pulled out the wooden stopper.

"Bang." The last rune paper was cleaned up, the white lion roared, and directly pounced on Dao Thirteen with Chen Guihua, the tip of Chen Guihua's spear showed its edge, and he was about to pick the head of Dao Thirteen.

"Baby, please open your eyes." Five words spit out from the mouth of the thirteenth mouth, one eye of the gourd mouth suddenly opened, looking at Chen Guihua and the white lion, a huge malicious attack appeared from heaven and earth, directly pressed the two to the ground, the white lion even let out a whimpering sound, as a spirit animal, the fear it felt was more real.

As if sensing something, Chen Guihua stretched out her hand and shouted, "Wait! ”

Dao Thirteen sighed again, and the fallen knife could not be recovered: "Baby, please turn around." ”

The gourd's eyes blinked a few times, then closed, and a small black figure with wings flew out of the gourd, holding a knife several times larger than him.

The winged figure flew out with a knife and circled around the neck of the white lion, and the white lion's head rolled down.