The array flag is a very common magic weapon on the Tianxuan Continent, but Young Master Gu Siyu's is a treasure taken out from the Gu clan in Yanzhou.

A high-grade magic weapon, a pure defensive formation.

Ordinary formations often take into account multiple functions, and 'cost-effective' is the primary goal pursued by the vast majority of monks who are shy in their pockets.

There are few formations that specialize in one function, and such formations will undoubtedly be the ultimate in this regard.

Gu Siyu, who is not bad for money, is obviously like this defensive formation.

The man in black quickly appeared in front of Gu Siyu.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly just now, and soon his dagger would be plunged into the neck of the pampered noble boy in front of him, and his blood would gush out.

But the huge resistance forced him to stop all at once.

It turned out to be such a high-quality defensive formation.

Suddenly, he thought of his ragged clothes when he was young, lying in the muddy gutter, looking at the lightly clothed boy crossing the long street, his robe and long hair were blown high, and the smile on his face was incomparably romantic and wanton.

He has killed many of these people over the years.

It seems that only the constant killing can tell him that he is not worse than them.

Even good births did not have any effect, they all died under his dagger without exception.

Until now, looking at his inch-barred figure, he seems to be wrapped in the huge despair of his youth.

After so many years, there are always some gaps that cannot be crossed.

He bit his lower lip hard, the smell of blood sobering him up, and he hurriedly retreated.

I hope that this noble son in front of him is just a straw bag that relies on magic weapons, and he does not dare to come forward to fight him.

He had obviously miscalculated, to be precise, he should have expected half of it.

Gu Siyu waved his hand, and the majestic Xiaobai suddenly appeared on the test table.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation in the audience.

The competition naturally allows monks to bring spirit beasts to the field, but if you want to tame and capture a spirit beast, in addition to the extremely high requirements for the monk's divine soul, there is also an extremely complicated set of procedures, and the higher the level of the beast, the more so.

In the scattered cultivation in Qingzhou, except for some wonderful circumstances that have mastered some methods, most of the so-called spirit beasts captured by others are flashy, and they also play a role in the city, which looks more majestic.

Gu Siyu, the white spirit tiger, obviously does not belong to this category.

Xiaobai roared, spread a pair of fleshy wings, and rushed towards the man.

The fluttering wings brought up a stream of spiritual power.

The man was quite dexterous enough to dodge Xiao Bai's attack, and the speed of one person and one tiger continued to increase, and only two afterimages of one black and one white could be seen in the air.

Bai Linghu is also a spirit beast that is quite good at defense, and the man's venom-coated dagger pierced into its body and failed to cause any damage, but was slapped firmly on the body by Bai Linghu, and the soft armor worn on his body offset part of the damage, and the whole person still flew out upside down.

He barely managed to stabilize his figure, and there was a little more resentment in his eyes when he looked at Gu Siyu.

He fought in Qingzhou for several years, and worked hard to complete the task in the wind and rain several times, before he exchanged all his belongings for the slightly damaged high-grade magic weapon dagger in his hand and a medium-grade magic weapon soft armor on his body.

But all this looked so ridiculous in front of Gu Siyu.

The man stabbed the dagger in his hand into his heart, and a drop of essence blood dripped out, and the entire dagger instantly turned blood red.

He didn't care about his injuries, and hurriedly galloped towards Gu Siyu's side.

He stabbed forward, but the defensive circle failed to stop the dagger.

Gu Siyu had already expected all this, and he shook his hand and firmly resisted the dagger that wanted to stab him.

The fan unfolded with a 'snap', and in front of it was an incomparably sharp 'fan blade'.

Bai Linghu also rushed to the place where the two were fighting, and one person and one tiger quickly cooperated to avoid the man's rapid attack.

The aura on this dagger also made Gu Siyu feel frightened.

This man didn't know what kind of secret method he used, obviously it would cause a lot of damage to his body, but his own strength had greatly improved.

Some wounds had already appeared on Bai Linghu's body, and the blood oozing out was still black.

Although the poison on this dagger is not fatal to Xiaobai, the pain still exists.

Looking at the spirit beast that was desperately blocking in front of him, Gu Siyu's brows also furrowed tightly.

The action is a little sharper again.

The two were entangled for a while, and the bloody aura on the man's body became thicker and thicker, and he was burning his own life to continue the battle.

After Gu Siyu found out about his situation, he sighed softly.

If you are not afraid that the monk is strong in his own strength, he is afraid that the monk will not die.

In the previous competition, he also saw the tragic scene of one death and one injury on both sides after the monk blew up the dantian.

With a wave of his hand, a stack of talismans appeared in his hand.

The quality of the talismans in Gu Siyu's hands was quite good, and when they were thrown out one by one, the situation was reversed in an instant.

Anyone who looked at the thick talisman in Gu Siyu's hand should feel a deep despair.

"Throw in the towel, I won't hurt you. Gu Siyu said with a graceful expression.

The man glared at him fiercely, and said sharply: "I don't need your charity! Hahaha, if it's a big deal, I'll blow up my dantian, let's finish together, my life is exchanged for your life, and I also earned it, right?" ”

Gu Siyu's eyes were cold, and the offensive in his hand was a little more fierce.

Soon the man was cornered.

He stubbornly carried the endless attacks of Gu Siyu and Xiao Bai, and slammed towards him, his eyes filled with madness.

He wants to blow himself up in the dantian.

Chang Ling and Fu Ning in the audience stood up anxiously, and Fu Ning hurriedly shouted at Luo Shuiyi: "Deacon Luo, don't you care if this person wants to blow up his dantian!"

"The competition is not over yet. Luo Shui also said coldly.

For a while, there seemed to be a bright light blooming on the man on the test table, and all his cultivation and all his life were going to become his last and most splendid, at this moment.

But what he had expected did not happen.

The crumbling body suddenly stopped, and the huge force flowed through his body, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Raising his eyes, he looked at Gu Siyu extremely unwillingly.

Behind him, a talisman rested gently on his shoulder.

The use of self-explosion is too common to die with others, whether it is in a competition or in an assassination, and the immortal cultivators of various sects have been prepared for this situation.

"I'm not reconciled, I hate it, why!" he shouted.