Chapter Ninety-Five: The Journey to the North (18) Won with Difficulty

The spectator seat was in an uproar, "Quicksand City, the quicksand formation is really useless, and eight people were knocked out of the ring by four people." ”

"The battle array created by the saint is really a violent celestial, and it is far less powerful than the quicksand array used in the previous Quicksand City. ”

Out of nowhere, a yin and yang strange voice, neither male nor female, "Inherited by ancestors, recorded in ancient books, it is a colorful body refining method, and the body of Han Qiusheng is golden, full of Buddhist charm." ”

"In the West, the Pagoda Temple is such a physical body, a monk wants to practice two kinds of body exercises at the same time, not to mention whether the body can bear it, and cultivate to the realm of talents, who dares to practice two kinds of body exercises at the same time. ”

Ao Qianyuan, looking at the vacant position beside him, knew that such an ugly, harsh voice was made by Wu Qingfeng.

After a while, Wu Qingfeng returned to his seat and said with a smile: "Old city lord, is my method good?"

Both of them communicate with their soul power, and there are not many people in the Spirit Tribulation Realm at all, so they don't deliberately use their soul power to invade the soul power of the two, and they can't hear anything.

Ao Qianyuan smiled: "It's good, it's just that the voice is too ugly, I'm a little nauseous, and I have a feeling of wanting to spit out the mana in my body." ”

Wu Qingfeng, ignoring the old city lord, turned out to be very respectful and revered him, but after a few days of getting along, he was a good person on the surface, but secretly he was an old bastard who was disrespectful.

From taking advantage of his own inattention, he secretly changed the layout of the chess pieces and let himself lose several times, which is certain, he is an old bastard.

Wu Qingfeng's words made the monks present even more convinced that Han Qiusheng had no ancestral inheritance, but it was a conspiracy of the Qizong to kill people with a knife.

Some racial creatures roared angrily: "Whoever said something stood up, such an ugly voice, it's disgusting, my spiritual power is going to spit out." ”

"I'm going to throw up, let me know who it is, I'm going to beat him to death. ”

"Help Han Qiusheng speak, it's someone he knows, stop them after the ring battle, and find out this thing that is neither male nor female. ”

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Ao Qianyuan, who has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, has seen a lot of winds and waves, and what he encountered today is very happy, laughing again and again.

Wu Qingfeng closed his ears with his soul power, and he couldn't see a sound, but he could see Ao Qianyuan's smile.

Angry, he secretly said angrily: "I have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, and today I should die laughing on the spot." Wu Qingfeng simply closed his eyes.

In the ring, Han Qiusheng, when he heard the strange words of yin and yang, he knew that it was Wu Qingfeng without thinking about it.

He smiled to himself: "Brother Wu is really difficult for you." "Even if Wu Qingfeng doesn't speak up, help him prove that Han Qiusheng is basically washed away, and there is a suspicion of ancestral inheritance.

The more you go to the back, the more fierce the battle, and some life-saving means will be used, and a discerning person will know at a glance whether there is an ancestral inheritance.

The inheritance of the immortals who have entered the Dao cannot be nameless, and the old monks who have cultivated to a high level are still a little bit known.

The eight people who flew out of the ring, only suffered some minor injuries, climbed into the ring, stood behind the two Liuyunsha brothers, and formed the quicksand formation seal.

Ao Ziyi and the three also returned to the ring, and Han Qiusheng looked at the three and asked, "Are you okay?"

Mu Xiaoxiao said, "It's okay, Brother Xin Hao has Ziyi, and he drew a few shield talismans so that he was not injured." ”

Han Qiusheng said: "Don't use the battle formation anymore, so as not to be used by them, Ao Ziyi continued to draw spirit runes, Qi Kun, Xiaoxiao, follow me." ”

"The quicksand formation relies on the joint operation of ten of them, and we attack the interior, so that they can't work together to form a battle formation, and they are breaking through one by one. ”

The three of them felt that this method was feasible, and Ao Ziyi said: "Just do what Brother Han said." ”

Liuyunsha, listening to the mocking words from the spectator seat, said angrily: "The four of them are not easy to deal with, don't keep it." ”

"The sand soldiers who directly opened the quicksand formation will fight quickly and shut up those who stand and talk without backache. ”

The red and yellow streak reappeared, only covering five hundred meters, and did not rush towards the location of the four Han Qiusheng.

The red and yellow lines are printed into grains of yellow sand, and the yellow sand gathers into a mass, and the sand pile is ten feet high, and the sand pile changes into a yellow sand giant for a while.

The yellow sand giant, roaring and roaring, swayed layers of qi waves, exuding the aura of cultivation that had just entered the spiritual realm.

Liuyun Sha, Liuyun Hai and two people, with both hands sealed, entered the body of the Yellow Sand Giant, and eight people behind them, followed closely behind, entered the body of the Yellow Sand Giant.

After a while, eight people jumped out of the body of the yellow sand giant, and their whole bodies were wrapped in yellow sand.

Monk Xi exclaimed, "It's the sand soldiers of the quicksand formation, the yellow sand giant, who has just entered the spiritual realm and cultivated, and the other eight people are wrapped in the yellow sand, and their physical bodies and spirit bodies are the same. ”

"Quicksand City really has the ability, which is equivalent to eight more monks with extreme physical bodies. ”

Han Qiusheng said: "Ao Ziyi, Qi Kun, Xiaoxiao has not reached the physical extreme, just draw spirit runes to help them, don't worry about me." ”

After speaking, Han Qiusheng clasped his hands together and punched out several swastika demon seals, all of which had the power of inferior spiritual arts under the blessing of extreme spiritual power.

Han Qiusheng followed with a bloody battle bow in his hand, behind the swastika demon seal.

Qi Kun held it, and the shocking stick followed Han Qiusheng, right behind.

Mu Xiaoxiao followed behind Han Qiusheng's left, took out the storage ring, and refined the innate spirit weapon in Xifeng Tower, a spirit sword covered with turquoise lines, named the Green Life Sword.

Ao Ziyi, sprinkled the wordless white symbol, held the painting beast spirit pen, and painted on the white symbol.

The yellow sand giant waved his right arm, which was the size of a five-story building, pressed it to the ground, and slapped the flying swastika demon seal away.

The eight Quicksand City monks who were wrapped in yellow sand, almost at the same time, jumped up high, raised their right arms, and their spiritual power flowed, covering the yellow sand on their bodies.

Eight yellow sand fist marks were blasted out, and the spiritual power of the cold autumn life flowed in, and the spiral patterns at both ends of the bloody battle bow were raised, and the spikes were raised.

Swinging the bow, he swept out a crescent-shaped, blood-intent curved blade, colliding with the eight fist marks.

Eight people fell to the ground, Ao Ziyi Fu had been drawn, and more than a dozen fierce beasts ran to fight with the eight people.

Han Qiusheng bypassed the battlefield and rushed towards the Yellow Sand Giant. Qi Kun and Mu Xiaoxiao unreservedly operated their spiritual power and doubled their spiritual power, cooperating with more than a dozen beasts to fight against eight people.

Flowing cloud sand, flowing cloud sea, in front of the two of them, there is a red yellow disc formed by the convergence of spiritual power, and there is a long line of spiritual power in the center of the disk, which connects the back of the yellow sand giant.

Liuyun Sha, one palm pressed on the center of the disc, and the yellow sand giant, clenched his fist, smashed into Han Qiusheng who rushed over.

The ground was shrouded in black shadows, and Han Qiusheng looked up, the fist like a small hillside, coming a little slowly, his left foot on the ground, and he avoided the fist of the yellow sand giant.

Liuyunhai, seeing Han Qiusheng's movements, pressed his hands on the disc in front of him, and the yellow sand giant's right foot yellow sand shot out like an arrow from the bow, sealing Han Qiusheng's retreat.

Flowing clouds and sand, spiritual power surged, the disc connected the long line of the yellow sand giant, flashed a flash of light, and the yellow sand giant's fist quickly smashed down.

Han Qiusheng was forced to return, under the shadow of his fist, retracted the bloody battle bow, and the soul power was induced, the first courage.

Roared "Ah!" The muscles burst out, the golden body shone, and like the yellow sand giant, a punch was blasted out, and the air roared, rolling up gusts of air.

The monk who watched the battle seat was surprised: "Crazy, Yellow Sand Giant, the strength of his physical body is no less than that of the Huahai Realm, at least three times that of ordinary mortal realm monks. ”

"Han Qiusheng actually dared to be tough, he was looking for death!"

The monk with a soul realm was even more shocked and said: "Han Qiusheng has been triggered, the first courage." ”

Suddenly, watching the battle seat, as if it had exploded into a pot, chattering endlessly, cultivating in the realm of no soul, attracting courage, how terrible, what a heavenly posture!

Thinking of Xihua City, the magical spirit tree Jin Lu is still difficult to calm down, and it is not without monks who have asked for the old city lord Jin Lu Fruit, but none of them have cultivated their courage.

Looking at a fist as big as a house and a fist as small as a normal person, it was so ridiculous to collide, but Han Qiusheng blocked it, the fist of the yellow sand giant.

was not crushed to death in an instant, the cold autumn life at this moment was so dazzling and so much attention.

With the fists of the two as the center, a force of oppression that belongs to the physical body spreads out.

Han Qiusheng gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength on his right arm, his delicate face was flushed, the blood vessels on the top of his head bulged, and the ring built of high-grade ore under his feet was concave with two footprints.

Flowing cloud sand, flowing cloud sea, the two discs are integrated, and the spiritual power is extremely full operation, blessed in the body of the yellow sand giant.

The power of oppression that spread affected the battlefield of Qi Kun and others, and they had to distance themselves and wait for the power of oppression to dissipate.

Monks can change their metabolism by relying on spiritual power, but in the case of going all out, the spiritual power is consumed too much, and they can't control themselves.

Sweat dripping to the ground, Han Qiusheng was soaked, his soul power continued to attract courage, golden-colored muscles, full of bloodshots, in such a confrontation, the immortal golden body was difficult to bear, and the physical damage caused by the continuous use of courage.

The charm of the first row of spectators, with strange purple pupils, and beautiful eyes flashing again and again, looking at Han Qiusheng's desperate appearance, he was moved, and he unconsciously gave birth to a determination not to give in and not admit defeat.

Unconsciously hoping for Han Qiusheng's victory, Mei Zhixin secretly asked: "Han Qiusheng, Han Qiusheng, why do you think about him?"

"I want to kill him just because he saw my true face? But one day, I put a sword to his throat, can I do it?"

Thinking of his father's betrayal and his mother's words before she died, the clansmen died one after another in front of their eyes, their faces flashed with determination, and they tried to forget about Han Qiusheng.

tried hard to convince himself to make a change, and said secretly: "As a killer, I am not qualified, and I can't be cold-blooded and ruthless." ”

"As an avenger, bearing the hatred of the whole clan, I can't be affectionate and righteous, and I don't deserve to love anyone. ”

Whether it is in the ring or in the spectator seat, everyone's eyes are waiting for the results of the cold autumn life and the yellow sand giant.

Han Qiusheng, his right arm was densely covered with blood, like a prisoner who had escaped from the cage, gushing out, and the entire right arm was no longer shining with golden light, but turned into a bloody arm.

The blood on Han Qiusheng's face was also spurted, splashed everywhere, but he still didn't give up, and his courage was still flowing in his arm, which could be said to be the most difficult battle for Han Qiusheng after becoming a mortal realm.

In the end, Liuyun Sha, Liuyunhai took the lead due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, and his physical strength was exhausted, so he fell down first and fainted directly.

The yellow sand giant did not have the spiritual power support of the two of them, and naturally turned into a pile of yellow sand.

Han Qiusheng, with weak limbs on the ground, said with a smile: "After all, I won." "The source of life that remains in the right arm flows in the right arm, and the arm is quickly repaired to its original state.

Han Qiusheng got up with difficulty, looked at the eight monks who had fallen off the yellow sand, and said, "Admit defeat or continue to fight?"

The eight monks swallowed a mouthful of saliva, so violent, so fierce?

But the eight of them didn't have a chance to give birth to Han Qiusheng, and at the same time shouted surrender, far away from Han Qiusheng, walked to Liuyunsha, Liuyunhai, and carried the two away.

Han Qiusheng's combat strength and the will not to give in and not admit defeat won the recognition and respect of the monks present, and ushered in a round of applause.

Han Qiusheng was also in this burst of applause, his eyes were black, and he collapsed to the ground.