In the middle of the night, Wang Lung lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The competition has ended, two wins in three games, Wang Lung got the result he wanted, but the process made him daunting, he thought that it should be effortless to deal with two self-cultivators, but the actual situation was very different.

The competition had just ended, and there was no time for the battle, whether it was day or night, and it was not a constraint at all for Wang Lung or other cultivators.

The most apprehensive thing about Wang Lung was Ma Yan, the other party was worthy of being a casual cultivator, and he didn't release the slightest water from the discussion, and the move was as tragic as if he was desperate.

Ma Tan's attack was faster than one wave, without a break, the reason why he failed, Wang Lung recalled that it was estimated that it was still on the other party's spiritual weapon, the wind ape arm grade was insufficient, and he could not give full play to Ma Tan's full strength.

The attack method of the self-cultivator was completely beyond Wang Lung's expectations, the melee attack was not fake, but it was not the kind of close-fitting catch and kill, the distance between the two was at least close to a zhang, such a distance was very common for Ma Yan, but it was another thing in Wang Lung's eyes.

Ma Jian attacks and blesses spiritual power and laws, and the spiritual power is released close to a zhang, just like the master of the inner family in the world uses a sword to turn a sword into silk, and a sword swings out with a sword qi attack, Ma Jian is a cultivator, and the spiritual power and laws attached to his attack make Wang Lung very uncomfortable at first, and if he wants to be close, he must pay more price.

From the very beginning, Ma Jian gave full play to his strength, leaving no room at all, there was no life-and-death feud between him and Wang Long, but as a casual cultivator, which battle was not a life-and-death struggle. Trapped on a small island within ten zhang, the distance between the two can be ignored, Ma Jian believes that it is very difficult to kill Wang Long with his attack, even if he can threaten the other party, there is Lu Shenbo next to him. He won't sit idly by.

Based on this consideration, Ma Jian no longer regarded this competition as a competition, but a life-and-death struggle, and because of this, Wang Lung was very passive at the beginning of the battle with him.

The wind ape arm has both functions of power and defense, and can only conjure up the wind ape in attack and give the opponent a heavy blow, although Ma Jian does not have good equipment, but his combat experience is extremely rich. Wang Lung couldn't compare with him at all, and various attack methods emerged one after another, making Wang Lung tired of coping.

The spiritual power was injected into the wind ape's arm, and the wind ape conjured up was extremely powerful, although it was only transformed, but the attack effect was as substantial as the substance, Wang Lung was very troublesome to deal with, and his body was already thin. Compared with the three-foot wind ape, it is like the difference between an ant and an elephant.

In the beginning. Wang Lung could only rely on his agile skills to fight with the wind ape slowly, and he wanted to use this to consume Ma Yan's spiritual power, but after a long time, Wang Lung found that his understanding was too one-sided, and after the spiritual weapon was infused with spiritual power, the spiritual power contained in it was enough for the wind ape arm to consume for a long time. There is no need for Ma Jian to continue to inject spiritual power, unless Wang Lung consumes all the energy of the Wind Ape Arm with one blow, otherwise even if he fights with the Wind Ape for thousands of years, Ma Tan's spiritual power will not consume a single point.

After understanding, Wang Lung could only change his strategy. After a collision, Wang Lung found that the wind ape seemed to be extremely strong, but the strength of the attack was not satisfactory, and each collision certainly made him take a few steps back, and the internal spiritual power that could be used to support the existence of the wind ape obviously consumed a lot.

Seeing that his attack had an effect, Wang Lung was overjoyed, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, Ma Jian naturally would not let Wang Lung get his wish, his attack was frustrated, he immediately changed his strategy, and his spiritual power swarmed out, offering the same move as Tu Luan, the technique of law fusion.

Tu Luan's use of the law fusion technique is just to pave the way for the next step of planning, so Wang Lung can clearly know which laws Tu Luan has comprehended, but Ma Tan is not like that, there are only two kinds of law fusion techniques in his hand, space and gold.

The spatial torsion distance is not close to the end of the world, but the space is reduced to a foot, and at the same time, the wind ape's arm is also attached to a layer of white halo, or the wind ape is against Wang Long, but the other party's arm has the law of gold attached.

Sharp, sharp, and heavy blows are no longer so weak, Wang Lung feels that the strength of the wind ape's attack has increased by at least ten times, if he is not in the law fusion space, the rebound power of the two alone is enough for him, and an ordinary collision can make him take three steps back, let alone now.

The attack skyrocketed, Wang Lung clearly felt that the pressure on his body was more painful than before, every time he collided, his arm was extremely sore, the pain was unbearable, and the damage was bearable, but his attacks were blocked one after another, not that the wind ape was so strong that he couldn't resist, the main thing was that his arm was getting weaker and weaker.

The wind ape conjured up from the wind ape's arm looks clumsy, but Wang Lung knows that the body flexibility of the wind ape is not much different from his own, and in a zhang of land, the wind ape is already huge, and the space left for Wang Lung can be imagined, with the attack of the wind ape, Wang Lung's arm is sore, and he doesn't even have the strength to lift the war knife at the end, and he is completely passively beaten.

If Wang Lung's physical strength was the same as Ma Yan's, he would have already been defeated, I don't know how many punches he was beaten by the wind ape, Wang Lung felt that his body was gradually out of control, and with a bang, the law fusion technique disappeared, and his body was blasted to the barrier of the magic circle like a kite with a broken line.

The competition between him and Ma Yan, until now, even the corners of the other party's clothes have been touched, and the other party has crushed him to death with the function of the wind ape arm alone, and he knows the strength of the cultivator, which is completely different from the original feeling.

After hitting the barrier of the magic circle, Ma Jian did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, Wang Lung did not give him a chance, but unfortunately Ma Jian really had more than enough strength to resist, Wang Lung's ability to resist the attack was beyond his imagination, and he was beaten by the wind ape for more than an hour, Wang Lung looked embarrassed, but he did not suffer any damage.

Supporting the law fusion technique and blessing the law of gold attack, so that Ma Tan's consumption is also huge, compared to Wang Long, Ma Tan knows that he is even more unbearable, he can stand is already good, there is no extra strength to pursue Wang Long, and Wang Lung now seems to have no power to fight back, who knows what the real situation of the other party is, what if it is a trap.

Ma Tan didn't seem to be hurt, but he knew very well in his heart that every time the wind ape attacked Wang Long. will be shocked for no reason, he didn't care about it at first, but after a long time, he found that it was not like that at all.

When the spiritual power in his body was consumed, Ma Jian had to change his strategy again, and Wang Long's perverted body was not only strong enough. Even his own attacks can bounce back, and he has preliminarily estimated that for his own attacks, no matter how strong they are, Wang Lung will automatically bounce back by one percent.

One or two punches are nothing, but the number of times is too much, even if the spiritual power blesses the wind ape arm, he can't stand it, the wind ape arm is his spiritual weapon, although it can't be said to be a unity of mind and spirit. But if there is any problem with the Wind Ape Arm, he can still feel it, if he doesn't let go, Wang Lung is not dead, and the Wind Ape Arm will definitely be the first to collapse.

Ma Tan couldn't understand why some of his attacks would bounce back, but as a casual cultivator, he would not be distracted by unknown things in the battle, and Wang Lung was certainly embarrassed. But he himself was not comfortable.

While Wang Lung had not yet come back to his senses, Ma Jian tried his best to recover his state. He didn't make another move, that is, during this time, a balance was maintained between the two, and Wang Lung was also adapting to his already sour body.

Only ten minutes later, Ma Jian attacked again, and his state did not fully recover. By taking pills and meditating, he had recovered most of the time, and he felt that this was enough, and he could not continue to wait if Wang Lung had fully recovered. I am definitely not as good as the other party, and the cycle repeats, and the one who fails the most must be myself.

Fortunately, with this short period of calm, Wang Lung's body finally regained consciousness, although it was a little uncomfortable, but he was able to cope with the situation in front of him.

This time, Ma Jian did not use the Wind Ape Arm to conjure up the Wind Ape again, but a thorny path appeared in front of Wang Long, full of spurs, densely packed, which is also a function of the Wind Ape Arm, which was originally used for defense, but Ma Jian used it for attack.

The Wind Ape Arm is connected to Ma Tan's entire arm, and there is a spike in the shoulder blade position, and when attacked, it can inject spiritual power to transform the Spike of the Wind Ape Arm into a barbed shield, sharing part of the attack damage for it.

This time, Ma Jian didn't do that, the spike was used by him to form a thorny path, and the defense had no effect on him, and compared with Wang Long's physical strength, it was simply looking for death.

With his rich combat experience, Ma Jian decided to deal with Wang Lung in a fighting way, and seized the other party's negligence to give Wang Lung a fatal blow, the attack effect of the wind ape arm is good, but in the confrontation just now, it is close to the limit, Ma Jian knows very well that if you give Wang Lung a few more heavy blows, if the other party is not injured, the wind ape arm will definitely be scrapped first.

This is the spiritual weapon that he relies on for survival, Ma Yan doesn't want to damage it because of an inexplicable competition, although victory can be rewarded, but what will happen if he fails, how many spars are there, he doesn't know how much, he hopes to achieve a satisfactory result.

With a backhand slap on the waist of the storage spiritual weapon, Ma Jian had an extra long sword in his hand, simple and unpretentious, and his whole body was black, this was a low-grade low-level spiritual weapon, there was nothing special, the sharpness was okay, but it was too rubbish.

This is his masterpiece, as a casual cultivator, always thinking about his own survival, Ma Jian also wanted to learn a craft to increase some income for himself, he chose refining, a more complex skill, and finally gathered three refining materials, and he also made a lot of preparations, but the final forging result made him unbearable.

Only one of the three materials was successful, and the production was still low-grade, just with this garbage artifact, no one bought it at all, and it took three materials to get a piece of garbage, which made Ma Jian almost vomit blood, and the interest that was finally raised could only be shelved.

Although it is a low-grade low-level spiritual weapon, it is also his own hard work, as a souvenir, Ma Jian did not discard it, but cherished it to this day.

In normal times, the cultivators who died in the hands of Ma Jian even had eighty, and every time he gained something, he would sell the useless loot, and the wind ape arm was also one of the trophies, he couldn't kill the high-level cultivators, and the low-level cultivators didn't have much oil and water, and Ma Tan's living conditions could be described as difficult.

The Wind Ape Arm was on the verge of collapse, and Ma Jian naturally didn't want it to be scrapped, and after conjuring up the Thorn Path, he could only use this low-grade spirit weapon to fight with Wang Long.

Because of this, the competition between Wang Lung and Ma Jian became a bit boring, Ma Jian did not confront Wang Lung head-on, but Wang Lung had no way to deal with the other party for a while.

Time continued, the two fought again for more than two hours, Wang Lung seized an opportunity to smash the low-grade low-level spirit weapon that Ma Jian took out, there was no long sword, Ma Yan's spirit weapon was only left with the wind ape arm, but he really didn't want the wind ape arm to collapse, so he could only continue to fight, hoping to catch Wang Lung's loophole.

It's a pity that Wang Lung won't give Ma Jian any chance, seeing that the other party refuses to confront him head-on, Wang Lung vented all his anger on the thorny road, although the spurs can't hurt himself, but his feet are all over his upset.

After all, the path of thorns was conjured up by the wind ape arm, and Wang Lung's attack was vented to it, which gave Ma Jian a headache, and he didn't want his wind ape arm to collapse, but Wang Lung didn't give him a chance, as a last resort, Ma Tan could only put away the wind ape arm in order to protect his spiritual weapon from harm.

Without a spiritual weapon, Ma Jian could only fight against Wang Long's body.

Although Wang Lung is not a cultivator, his physical strength is comparable to that of a master in the early stage of the gods, Ma Jian can't fight against him at all, and it won't be long, Ma Jian can only lose.

Even so, Wang Lung didn't take advantage of it at all, Ma Tan's desperate posture made Wang Lung feel palpitating, and his attack was not a lot of constraints, and the opponent's combat experience was not comparable to Wang Lung, and he won with difficulty after being attacked twice by Ma Tan.

Winning is also thrilling, Wang Lung has already fouled once, and in the head-to-head confrontation with Ma Tan, he was caught by the opponent by a mistake, caught off guard, and his body touched the formation barrier again.

And when he won the last game, one of his feet was only a fraction of a minute away from the formation barrier, if it wasn't for Ma Yan's lack of stamina, the last winner would definitely not be him. (To be continued......)