"In Xia He Zheng, ask for your Excellency's tricks. ”

Meng Tongchen was indispensable, and said calmly: "Okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, He Zheng raised his hand, and two miserable white rays of light shot straight towards Meng Tongchen's eyes, coming extremely fast, Meng Tongchen actually found that he didn't have time to pinch the mantra, and the white light had already hit his eyes.

In a hurry, Meng Tongchen's palm was full of true qi, wrapped his hands, raised his hand to grab it, and happened to grasp the two white lights in his hand.

Immediately after, Meng Tongchen lowered his head suddenly, and two slender white lights came out of his hands, crossed the top of his head, and shaved off two strands of hair.

On the other side, He Zheng seemed to be hit by a hammer at the same time, took a few steps back, and opened his mouth to say something, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Meng Tongchen spread out his hands, and a notch was cut on each palm, and two bone fragments full of cracks were lying in the palms of his hands.

These are the two fierce beast bone blades that He Zheng has cultivated according to the exercises he has learned, and through his frequent infuse of true qi and warm and polishing, these two bone blades have begun to take on a divine appearance, and their sharpness is abnormal. If it weren't for the material limitations, if He Zheng successfully advanced to the Nazhen Realm in the future, these two bone blades would also be able to truly become the genus of magic weapons.

However, when He Zheng used the trace of mental connection between the bone blade and the bone blade to urge the true qi attached to the bone blade to hurt people, he did not expect Meng Tongchen's palms to be stressed, and there was a big gap between the true temperament and quantity of each other, and the two bone fragments were shattered instantly. The bone blade that was warm day and night, and the heart and mind were connected, and He Zheng immediately surged with blood and was slightly injured. Although he didn't fall to the ground directly unconscious like Qian Mu, he didn't have the strength to fight again, and in shame, he didn't speak, picked up Qian Mu, who had not woken up, turned his head and left.

"Haha, Senior Brother Meng is really a good method, and I can't help but want to learn a lesson for my brother. A hearty voice sounded from the side, this person Meng Tongchen is also quite familiar, his name is Sun Feng, he is also under the seat of Mo Crow Yin Shuai, and the cultivation of the "Seven Swords of the Frozen Xuan Slashing God" is not only a cultivation technique, but also a quite good sword technique, and his strength should not be underestimated.

At this time, the two disciples not far behind him with dark lips and trembling all over their bodies were proof of this.

He's also won two in a row.

Meng Tongchen also chuckled twice, and arched his hand: "Then junior brother, I'll try my senior brother's exquisite sword technique." ”

As he spoke, the two of them pinched the magic trick in their hands at the same time.

Sun Feng raised his hand and pointed at it, and a pure white thunder light with a deep chill and sharp concealment shot straight out.

High-grade spells, Taiyi Frozen Xuanlei.

Meng Tongchen raised his hand and cast a pitch-black spell. The two collided, the thunder went out, and the spell shattered.

Sun Feng's magic trick in his hand did not stop, and it was another Taiyi frozen thunderbolt, this thunder light was sharp and fast, it was both a spell and a sword light.

The magic trick in Meng Tongchen's hand changed slightly, and it was replaced by a pure white light, and the white light was condensed, shattering the thunder light, but he was also cut through it and hit the air. This situation is most likely to occur in the monk competition in the condensation stage, everyone will only have one or two spells, and they will not change enough, if the difference in strength between each other is not large, and the spells are not obviously restrained, it is very easy to form a stalemate, and it becomes a situation where whoever runs out of true qi first will lose in the end.

Meng Tongchen frowned slightly, Sun Feng was a little happy to see the hunt, and the speed of pinching the trick in his hand was a little faster again, and the sharp thunder light came one after another.

It's just that he wants to fall into a war of attrition, which is too underestimating Meng Tongchen.

Qian Mu cultivated the Broken Soul Blood Claw to a small level for only ten days, He Zheng's bone blade had been recuperated for a maximum of twenty days, and Meng Tongchen had practiced the Yansheng Death Mantra for twenty-eight days so far, if it was only to this extent, he might as well be killed by a headbutt.

Meng Tongchen took a step forward abruptly with the magic trick in his hand, and seeing that the thunder light had reached his chest, he slowly pushed out a magic seal.

The pitch-black brilliance flew out, and as soon as Fang made contact, the thunder light gradually extinguished, and the black brilliance was also split and scattered.

But at this moment, the runes that Meng Tongchen had visualized in his mind suddenly changed, and the spell was reborn from death.

The black dots of light that were about to shatter quickly turned white, and they all wrapped in the middle, and the spell formed again, and then collided with the next thunderbolt.

The power of the spell from death to rebirth is only fifty percent, and the second Taiyi Frozen Thunder successfully broke it, but then it also met the next spell, this spell is alive, and after the Taiyi Frozen Thunder has consumed some, it has not been able to cut it, but it has been devoured and engulfed a lot after being crushed, and the white light is wrapped in the broken thunder light, and the power is increased by three points. Although Sun Feng pinched the trick quickly, he only had time to shoot another thunderbolt.

Meng Tongchen had already closed his eyes at this time, and the speed of the spell thunder light was extremely fast, and he could not catch up with the speed of change by relying on his eyes. At this time, Meng Tongchen's entire mind was immersed in the spell runes in his mind, and with the help of true qi as an induction, the magic trick changed again.

Vitality turned to death, and the thunder light wrapped in it was quickly and completely assimilated after being extinguished, turning into a part of the spell, facing the last Taiyi Frozen Xuan Thunder, in the case of the gap in the amount of true qi, it was difficult to completely smash the magic trick, and it could only be extinguished.

The remaining thirty percent of the spell fell on Sun Feng's chest and hit him with a stagger. He got up with a wry smile and arched his hand: "Senior brother's trick is really exquisite, admit defeat for my brother." ”

Meng Tongchen also bowed, at this time he had won three games in a row, and seeing the power of his move, no one dared to challenge him for a while, so that he could have some leisure and observe the situation around him.

Feng Sheng was facing a female disciple who cultivated the true qi of yin fire at the moment, and the blue fire and cold light between the two of them were fighting very lively, Feng Sheng's "Xuanyin Frozen Divine Dao" also had powerful and powerful high-grade spells, but she didn't have enough time to cultivate, and the spells went straight and lacked changes, and she couldn't take the other party for a while.

Not far away, there was also a male disciple holding a white bone short sword, and the white bone short sword emitted a miserable white light, illuminating the opponent's dizziness, and he was about to be defeated.

In the distance, a female disciple summoned a fierce ghost creature with a blue face and fangs, and the wind around the ghost creature was howling, and the blue fire was swirling, so frightened that the nearby disciples did not dare to step forward.

"The spell is mastered well, but the life and death changes take a little longer, and it is not mellow enough....." Suddenly, a dry voice sounded directly in Meng Tongchen's ears, startling him. This voice was distinctive, Meng Tongchen hurriedly turned his head to look at Qu Zheng in the air, and sure enough, he saw that his gaze was sweeping over.

Meng Tongchen hurriedly saluted, but Qu Zheng didn't seem to care, explained a few words about the problems that still existed in his spells, and then looked away. Meng Tongchen quietly looked in the direction where his gaze was moving, it was the disciples who had won one after another in the battle that he had just noticed, first the female disciple who summoned a powerful ghost thing, Meng Tongchen saw that her face suddenly became solemn, and he also turned around and saluted in mid-air. Then it was the turn of the male disciple of the Imperial Envoy White Bone Short Sword, and then the next person.

Meng Tongchen immediately understood that Qu Zheng also took this opportunity to give guidance to the disciples who performed well, his realm was extremely high, and he directly cut to the key points in the cultivation of the disciples in a few words, all of which gave people a sense of enlightenment, and for the disciples who were getting more and more pressed for time, this was the best reward.