Zhou Tong was about to open his mouth to remind that the young man Xiuzhen had already stepped out, and then fell off the stage with a miserable scream. Zhou Tong slapped his thigh with a look of annoyance, and was depressed because he didn't kick that kick, so he ran to the edge of the ring and said to the Xiuzhen young man who fell: "Why don't you come up, what you just did doesn't count, how about we continue?"

The two companions of the young man Xiuzhen raised their heads and glared at Zhou Tong, snorted coldly and did not speak, and helped the young man Xiuzhen back to the rest of the family.

Zhou Tong was not angry when he saw this, and kindly reminded loudly: "Don't use water, wipe your eyes with vegetable oil, otherwise that kid's eyes won't be saved." ”

Under the ring, Baker squinted at Ouyang Feng, and said in a weird manner: "Who said just now that the martial arts competition is better than the real ability?

Ouyang Feng was a little weak-hearted, but he still quibbled: "Zhou Tong's real ability, besides, you have all seen that people use tactics, but they just add some matching props, which is nothing to be picky about." After saying that, without waiting for Baker to say anything more, he shouted in the direction of the crowd: "Go to the next one." ”

Zhou Tong's next opponent is a Douqi cultivator, who is really burly and has knotted muscles, and at first glance he is walking a wild route.

Zhou Tong first looked his opponent up and down for a while, and then in everyone's astonishment, he took out a broadsword from the storage bracelet that was exactly like a door panel just now.

Zhou Tong's opponent was stunned when he saw this, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said in a vicious voice: "What?

Zhou Tong pouted and said, "Do you think I'm so stupid? Will you still be fooled by using the same trick in a row?"

The muscular man thought about it, and under normal circumstances, no one would use the same trick in a row, so he nodded with satisfaction and said, "Okay." Then let's have a good competition. Let me see if you really have what it takes. "Finished. He raised his sword and rushed towards Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong unhurriedly released the flying sword to intercept it, but the muscular man found a preparation, exerted his force less than two meters away from Zhou Tong, vibrated Zhou Tong's flying sword away, and then swung the sword diagonally upward, stabbing Zhou Tong's eyebrows.

Zhou Tong's expression was calm, and his body flashed to the side, avoiding the sword of the muscular man. Then he started to use the big sword in his hand and smashed his head and face on the top of the muscular man's head. The muscular man drew his sword to parry Zhou Tong's aggressive sword, and he had already thought of the next moves in his mind, but what he never expected was that he had no chance to use those moves anymore, because he was tragic.

Zhou Tong's broadsword collided with the muscular man's broadsword, and Zhou Tong's broadsword unexpectedly broke again, and in the same way, a large amount of lime powder was spilled, and the muscular man was stunned. hit the trick again, and was sprayed all over the face. His eyes were suddenly sour and unbearable, and he lost the ability to see.

The muscular man waved the big sword indiscriminately to prevent Zhou Tong, a shameless villain, from taking the opportunity to sneak attack, and at the same time scolded: "You scumbag, you clearly said that you want to have a good test just now, and you still use that kind of indiscriminate means, you are a scum and a shame for cultivators." ”

Zhou Tong was indifferent to the sarcasm of the muscular man, stood on the edge of the ring and watched the muscular man toss with a smile, and waited for a while before he said, "Don't talk nonsense, no matter what tricks you use, it's real to win, this is a martial arts competition, if it's really a life-and-death fight, you've already died several times." After speaking, Zhou Tong, under the urging of Ouyang Feng, took out a five- or six-meter-long iron rod from the storage bracelet, this iron rod didn't want his big sword, it was made of real materials made of fine iron, and at the very front of the iron rod, there was also a huge fist-shaped iron bump.

Just when everyone was puzzled what Zhou Tong was going to do, Zhou Tong flattened the iron rod, and the side with the iron fist was aimed at the muscular man who was still swinging his sword indiscriminately and refusing to admit defeat, hehe smiled, took a deep breath, and rushed over with enough strength to yell and scream.

According to the judgment of the origin of the voice, the muscular man turned around to face the direction where Zhou Tong was, the big sword in his hand was in front of his chest, and he kept analyzing the distance between Zhou Tong and himself in his heart, just waiting for Zhou Tong to enter the attack range to give him a ruthless blow.

The muscular man never expected that Zhou Tong had already prepared, and he made such a long iron rod, just when the muscular man was accumulating, he only felt a cold chest, and then a huge force came, and the muscular man involuntarily retreated again and again, and Zhou Tong didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, and rushed forward with all his breath, until he pushed the muscular man under the ring, then he let out a sigh of relief, reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a hippie smile: "It's not small, it's really heavy." ”

Then, Zhou Tong saw the iron rod on his shoulder, looked at the audience arrogantly and said, "Who is next?" ”

Ouyang Feng looked at Zhou Tong on the stage, frowning slightly, he was puzzled, the two opponents who were temporarily deprived of their vision by him with lime powder just now should not be defeated so easily, they are all cultivators, since they are young cultivators, even if they lose their vision, they can also use their divine sense to lock Zhou Tong, why do the two of them have no ability to resist after being hit?

Baker and several old guys were also puzzled by this, one of the thin old men waved his sleeves lightly, and used his strong strength to take some lime powder from the ring ground, first sniffed it, and then put it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully, and only after a while did he come to the conclusion: "This thing is not simple, in addition to lime powder, there are some things that interfere with divine consciousness." ”

Hearing the old man say this, Ouyang Feng suddenly realized, it turned out that Zhou Tong was not stupid enough to use lime powder alone to deal with cultivators, and added material to it, Ouyang Feng nodded with relief, thinking that he would have to ask Zhou Tong for a while, or directly order something that could interfere with his divine sense, in case of emergency.

The muscular man was carried away to wash his eyes, and after a while of discussion, a young man dressed as a magician walked into the ring, looked at Zhou Tong from a distance, and began to prepare for magic without any hesitation.

Zhou Tong smiled when he saw this, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, he took out another broadsword with the previous two glances, looked at the new opponent contemptuously, and was not in a hurry to make a move.

The magician was stunned when he saw Zhou Tong take out another big sword, the magic spell almost paused and was counterattacked, the magician stabilized his mind, concentrated on preparing magic, and no longer paid attention to Zhou Tong's provocative eyes, anyway, he felt that with his own magic level, it was impossible to let Zhou Tong get close, and just now when they were offstage, they also discussed the countermeasures, once they were accidentally close to Zhou Tong, if this goods still use lime powder, you can close your eyes and distance yourself from the other party, although this method is a little passive, but it should be effective.

Zhou Tong carried the big sword and walked slowly towards the magician, and when he was more than ten meters away from the magician, Zhou Tong released the flying sword and went straight to the magician's crotch.

The magician had already prepared the magic, and when he saw Zhou Tong's flying sword attacking, and went straight to his vital point, the magician was furious, scolded shamelessly, and then waved his hand to release the prepared magic fireball in a row.

Five large fireballs shot out one after another, three of them blocked Zhou Tong's flying sword, and two of them went straight to Zhou Tong himself. Zhou Tong was not afraid of danger, let out a loud sigh, waved his hand, and made two huge water balls to block the opponent's magic. The magician was stunned when he saw this, he didn't use spells in the previous few Zhou Tong, and he almost forgot that he was a cultivator, and a cultivator could also cast spells.

Seeing that his magic did not have the desired effect, the magician was a little surprised in his heart, and began to prepare the next magic with the swift speed of the steel armor, hoping to take the initiative when Zhou Tong did not make another move, occupy the initiative on the field, and get the right to control, only then can he achieve the final victory.

It stands to reason that at this time, Zhou Tong should stride forward and close the distance with the opponent as much as possible, but Zhou Tong unexpectedly did not do that, but stopped in place, and silently prepared the spell in the same way.

Seeing this scene, Ouyang Feng's heart was very anxious, and he wanted to open his mouth to remind Zhou Tong to seize the fighter. And at this moment, Ouyang Feng heard Hawke, who had been silent, open his mouth and praise: "Well, this young man is good, he is clever and flexible, not impatient, has a good view of the overall situation, and has a good grasp of the fighter." ”

Ouyang Feng asked puzzledly: "What do you mean, shouldn't he rush up and amplify his moves at this time?"

Hawke didn't explain, and the other old guys didn't speak, they all glanced at Ouyang Feng with disdain, and then looked at the stage with admiration. Zhou Tong was not in a hurry to close the distance with his opponent, as a cultivator, he did not suffer in terms of long-range, and compared to magicians, he had two long-range attack methods, flying swords and spells, he also had more advantages.

The situation in the ring was very strange, a magician and a nondescript cultivator carrying a big sword, less than ten meters apart, staring wide-eyed while preparing magic and spells. The magician used the family's secret technique to expend a lot of magic power to speed up the casting speed, and finally, he completed his magic first, and with a bit of pride and the joy of victory, he released his killer weapon with a wave of his hand, attacking the magic fire snake group dance.

A sea of fire formed in the void, and the constantly moving fire snake stood out from the scorching flames, quickly enveloping Zhou Tong and his useless flying sword not far away. In the face of the magician's ultimate, Zhou Tong was also a little struggling, decisively giving up the spell that was about to be completed, and concentrating on directing the flying sword to meet the incoming magic, and detonating the spiritual power on the flying sword at the moment when the two struck, also releasing the cultivator's ultimate.

There was a deafening explosion, the flames splashed, and the magician's magic was defeated by Zhou Tong's most direct and barbaric way, and Zhou Tong's flying sword was also dimmed a lot, and there was not much spiritual power left on the flying sword. (To be continued......) R527