Medium-grade Yuan Weapon, an intermediate refiner forging weapon, is very valuable, and there are only three medium-grade Yuan Weapons in the top three of the entire Hundred Battles List, which can be imagined to be rare and precious.

The refiner is divided into three levels, so far, there is no intermediate refiner in Shaoyang City, and there is no intermediate refiner in the big city of more than 100,000 people, and there is no intermediate refiner, it is completely conceivable how rare the refiner is.

The Yuan Weapon is refined for the monks who cannot comprehend the blood pattern to condense their own brute weapons, although its power is not as amazing as the real brute weapon, but it is also enough to greatly increase the combat power of the monks.

Tuoba Aoyu didn't expect that Yuan Mu Jianghua actually had a Yuan Weapon, and it was also an extremely precious medium-grade Yuan Weapon among the Yuan Weapons, his face changed, and he gritted his teeth and stood up straight.

"The two of them were evenly matched, but at this moment, Yuan Mu Jianghua suddenly took out a medium-grade yuan weapon, Tuoba Aoyu will no longer have any advantage, and the battle is about to face a one-sided trend. In the audience, everyone's eyes showed jealousy, and there was a conclusion about this Tuoba Aoyu and Yuan Mu Jianghua's competition.

"I don't think so!" A monk in a coarse linen shirt smiled at the corner of his mouth, and snorted lightly, and said: "Have you ever seen Tuoba Aoyu summon the bloodline totem? Don't say anything like he hasn't awakened the bloodline, if you want me to say, he should still have a backhand, from the beginning of the war to the present, Yuan Mu Jianghua has exhausted his hole cards, but what about Tuoba Aoyu? It's just fighting with a pair of fists!"

After listening to this monk's discussion, many people frowned slightly, as if they were thinking, but then, they stretched their brows, and found that this was indeed the case, from the beginning of the war to the present, it can also be said that since Tuoba Aoyu fought a hundred battles, he used a pair of iron fists, and defeated several geniuses and ruthless people.

The purple and red eyes became more and more bewitching, as if they were about to drip blood, and Tuoba Aoyu thought in his heart, "Do you really want to use the strength of your own heaven and earth oven?"

"No, the Heaven and Earth Oven is for stronger Hundred Battle List monks, I haven't fought to the extreme, my potential hasn't been developed yet, this is not my limit, I ...... How can it stop there?"

The patriarch once said: "A hundred battles and not dying, Fang is a small success, ten thousand battles are not dying, Fang is a great success, fighting is not dying, it is for Tianjiao!"

"I'm going to be that day's pride, the prestige of the war ape lineage, it's out of the battle, there is no pressure, how can I make a breakthrough? How can I find the truth? Destroy everything!"

"Tuoba Aoyu, you can only tremble!!"

"Fight, tremble, tremble!" Tuoba Aoyu roared in his mouth, his fighting spirit rushed to Xiao Han, his hands were slowly clenched into fists, and Tuoba Aoyu's heart was peaceful.

This is an extreme contradiction, obviously the fighting spirit is boiling, but the mood is unwavering!

Under the oppression of the Yuanqi of Yuanqi in the middle of the Yuanqi of the Prima Jiangzhong, Tuoba Aoyu thought of the tail swing of the Hydra before, and thought of the fierce name of the Hydra in the ancient Maigu, which was an invincible momentum, a kind of fierce and monstrous, murderous aura covering the sky, and sweeping the general trend of an era.

He had an understanding in his heart, and remembered the scene of his first experience in the Great Trend Fist, which was a supreme power to control the general trend and reverse the situation, and if it was blessed in the fist, what kind of power would it achieve.

As soon as he thought of this, Tuoba Aoyu's heart became even hotter, and he used the qi and blood in his body to constantly repair every part of his body, striving to recover his heyday in a very short period of time, and face the Yuan Jianghua who had the blessing of a medium-grade element.

"Brother, Brother Aoyu will be fine, right?" Watching Yuan Mu Jianghua take out the medium-grade Yuan weapon, Alan asked softly with a tight look in his eyes.

"Ao Yu will be fine, don't worry, his bloodline totem has not yet come out, and there is still ......" There is anything else Nangong Hao did not say, but his eyes are deep, and his eyes are full of wisdom, and he can't see whether he is worried or not.

Yuan Mu Jianghua held the Purple Cloud Sword in his hand, his thoughts were unsettled, he didn't expect that he would be forced to this step, Tuoba Aoyu's strength surprised him, he couldn't see through Tuoba Aoyu, from the beginning of the battle to the present, this young man has always shown a kind of youthful composure and calmness.

Although the battle intent is boiling in his eyes, he is not really dominated by the war intent, he dominates the war intent, even when it comes to such a critical moment of a decisive battle, Tuoba Aoyu has not shown the slightest flaw, the battle intent is still the same, Yuan Mu Jianghua has no bottom in his heart, but thinking of the person standing behind him, Yuan Mu Jianghua can only bite the bullet.

The expression on his face changed, Yuan Mu Jianghua let out a long sigh in his heart, his eyes looked at the sky obsessively, he stroked the Ziyun Sword with his hand, and the eyes that lowered his head instantly firmed.

"Only by fighting and defeating the enemy can I have time to sigh!"

Mobilizing the qi and blood of his body, Yuan Mu Jianghua's eyes were full of murderous intent, he wanted to kill Tuoba Aoyu with a sword, launch his strongest attack, and not give Tuoba Aoyu any buffer time, otherwise, it is not certain who will die of the deer!

"Kill!"

Drinking loudly, the long sword in Yuan Jianghua's hand pointed to the sky, the sword went straight through the clouds, the wind and clouds surged on the life and death platform, and the battle broke out.

Yuan Mu Jianghua pointed at a touch of the purple cloud sword with his left hand, and the sword body emitted a metallic trill, and the purple light soared into the sky, wanting to drink the enemy's blood and fight in all directions.

"Purple Cloud Sword, slash!" The momentum of his whole body reached the peak, Yuan Jianghua's face turned red, the blood around his body was about to burn, and the long sword carried a hundred feet of purple sword light to make a purple mark on the sky, and slashed towards Tuoba Aoyu.

"Dashi Fist, kill!"

Looking at the huge momentum rushing to his face, the pressure on Tuoba Aoyu's whole body increased sharply, and the momentum of the Great Trend Fist was also contained to the extreme in an instant, and the three forces of blood, thunder and fire were fused again, and at this moment, Tuoba Aoyu seemed to have become an emperor of a generation in the world, controlling the general trend, dominating all living beings, with a wave of his big hand, tens of thousands of heads rolled down, and the corpses were all over Liuhe.

The fist was as thick as a mountain, the edge was exposed, and the world was slanted, with the perception of the general trend in Tuoba Aoyu's heart, and he rushed towards the hundred-foot sword that was cut down in mid-air like lightning.

"Bang!"

The groundbreaking roar spread all around the platform of life and death, the platform of life and death trembled, and the dust and fog covered the sky, covering the scene on the platform of life and death, and many monks who were not strong retreated one after another, all looking at the two figures on the platform of life and death with shocked expressions after the dust and mist dissipated.

At this time, on the platform of life and death, Yuan Jiang Hua stood quietly, the long sword Ziyun in his hand was still in his hand, the clothes on his body were intact, and Tuoba Aoyu on the other side was torn inch by inch, his body was half kneeling on the ground, blood was spilling from his mouth, and his eyes were dim.

"This ...... Yuan Jianghua won!" Offstage, many monks muttered when they saw the scene on the stage of life and death.

"Well, it's true that Yuan Mu Jianghua won, you see, Yuan Mu Jiang Hua's Zhongpin Yuan Weapon Purple Cloud Sword is still in his hand, and he hasn't suffered a little injury on his body, who else can he be if he wins?"

"Hey, I knew that Dao Yuan Jianghua would win, but you just don't believe it, hey, how prescient I am!"

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Everyone looked at the two figures on the platform of life and death in a daze, although there were many discussions, but finally there was a unanimous answer - Tuoba Aoyu was defeated

But at the moment when a monk came to a conclusion, the log Jiang Hua on the life and death platform suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his clothes were torn, and the purple cloud sword in his hand let out a "buzz" wail and cracked into pieces.

"You... Win... Log Jianghua's eyes were discouraged, and he said lightly: "Be careful......

Before he finished speaking, he fell backwards!!