Zhang Shijing was stunned when he heard Gu Feng's words, and the next moment he hurriedly followed Gu Feng's gaze, at this time, on the battle platform in the direction of Gu Feng's view, two old men were fighting to the death, one of the old men with white hair and white beard was Bai Hong, the helmsman of the Jiwumen Tianma Helm, and now he clenched a bronze long knife with both hands, flying up and down and waving endlessly, cutting out the Dao Dao Knife Shadow against the enemy, but he also had to devote great energy to fight against several black poisonous crows circling in the air. m.

"However, you're using a high-level spirit beast!, so this battle still doesn't count. ”

Zhang Shijing pondered and meditated, and finally shouted again.

"It doesn't count, what you said doesn't count!"

Gu Feng sneered again, took the next step, and continued to walk briskly towards Zhang Shijing.

Seeing this, Zhang Shijing was helpless, so he had to urge the double axe to slash at Gu Feng again, and at the same time, his body moved, and he suddenly came to hundreds of meters in the air.

"Sect Master Gu, I have to admit that even if you only rely on the strength of your physical body, I am still not your opponent, but you must not forget, no matter how strong your physical body is, you will never be able to fly, so it is impossible for you to win this battle at all, at most it is just a draw. ”

Zhang Shijing was condescending, and his face softened a little and said loudly.

"Oh, not necessarily!"

Gu Feng looked up at Zhang Shijing, and replied with a cold face, and the next moment in Zhang Shijing's shocked gaze, Gu Feng's figure slowly rose, just a few breaths, and he actually came to the air hundreds of meters in the air, and confronted the old man in the air.

"You, can you practice martial arts? This is impossible!"

Zhang Shijing said again with a frightened look on his face, but before he could finish his words, Gu Feng's body moved, and he approached him with a sword again.

Zhang Shijing suddenly felt a little desperate in his heart, seeing that the ancient wind was getting closer and closer, he finally summoned the double axe back with a single thought, and then directly held the axe in both hands and went towards the ancient wind.

Gu Feng was secretly happy when he saw this, after a month of cultivation, he was finally a little behind, and he failed to break through to the Tianhua Martial Realm, but because he had cultivated the "Heavenly Zen Technique", and the internal force was only accumulated in the dantian without any support, he could mobilize a large amount of internal force in a short period of time.

In this way, it is equivalent to Gu Feng can improve his martial arts cultivation in a short period of time, Zhang Shijing naturally didn't know about this, so he was desperate for a while, and he didn't think of consuming Gu Feng's internal strength at all, and Gu Feng was so happy, and planned to take advantage of this opportunity to fight quickly.

In an instant, the golden steel long sword in Gu Feng's hand and Zhang Shijing's double axe collided together, Zhang Shijing only felt that his arms were numb, and the double axes came out of his hands, and Zhang Shijing himself was also under the effect of the sword power, and involuntarily fell towards the ground of the battle platform.

Seeing this, Gu Feng did not hesitate, his figure moved again, and he followed Zhang Shijing, and at the same time frantically used his internal force to swing the King Kong long sword towards Zhang Shijing.

A sword wind roared out, Zhang Shijing couldn't dodge, and was hit by the sword wind in the dantian position, Zhang Shijing suddenly let out a muffled snort, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

"I admit defeat! The Gu Sect Master's subordinates showed mercy. ”

Zhang Shijing couldn't care about anything else, and seeing Gu Feng coming step by step, he hurriedly said in a loud voice.

Gu Feng finally came to Zhang Shijing, but after a little thought, he didn't make another move, although this Zhang Shijing had just shot at him with the Annihilation Yuan Sadness Wind, the original intention was to put him to death, but after all, this person was an elder of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, if he really killed him, I am afraid that some incidents will inevitably arise in the future.

"In that case, I hope you can abide by this agreement

If the Extreme Martial Sect wins, you will immediately withdraw from this Sunset City, otherwise, you and the many high-level monks of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect will definitely not be able to be stable in the future. ”

Gu Feng said with a serious face.

"Okay, good! The words of the ancient sect master will definitely be taken to heart, and I will never dare to forget them!"

Zhang Shijing showed a look of surprise on his face, and the next moment he hurriedly nodded yes.

Gu Feng finally showed a satisfied look on his face at this point, and then turned around and looked towards the eight battle platforms around him.

Now almost all the battles on the various battle platforms are white-hot, Bai Hong, the master of the Tianma rudder and helm, is slightly tired at this time, but he is still struggling to support, and the poisonous crow above his head has almost been cut down by him, but his opponent seems to be quite powerful, and he is not slow or anxious, as if he has already made a bamboo in his chest.

Liang Jiulin, the main helm of the Qinglong rudder, was fighting against a middle-aged monk, at this time, the bronze long mace in his hand flew up and down, and the Dao Dao Shadow almost drowned the opponent, and the spear in the middle-aged monk's hand struck left and right, but he couldn't take the slightest advantage.

Xu sensed Gu Feng's gaze, Liang Jiulin finally stopped retaining, only to see his figure spinning in place, and the next moment he let out a loud shout in his mouth, and at the same time waved his long hammer and slammed it towards the middle-aged monk again.

As Liang Jiulin's body rotated, the strength of his long gong was obviously enhanced, and the middle-aged monk had no choice but to hold the barrel of the gun with both hands and rush towards the long gong.

"Bang!"

"Buzz!"

Two consecutive sounds resounded over the entire arena, and the banging sound was the middle-aged monk exerting all his strength to pull down Liang Jiulin's long mace, but to his surprise, after the collision between the long mace and its spear, there was a sudden buzz, which was only one meter away from the middle-aged monk, and directly shook the middle-aged monk's mind blank.

The middle-aged monk secretly screamed in his heart that it was not good, and naturally knew that he had fallen into Liang Jiulin's plot, and Liang Jiulin seemed to have another mystery in his hand, but at this moment, it was too late for him to take other means, so he could only immediately open the protective aura and at the same time try his best to retreat.

However, in the next moment, the middle-aged monk only felt a strong force coming from his right shoulder, and his mouth was fishy, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood, and his body fell to the ground at a rapid speed.

Gu Feng smiled unconsciously when he saw this, this Liang Jiulin is also a scheming person, he didn't expect to win this battle so easily, and even Gu Feng noticed that on the waist of the monk who was fighting against Liang Jiulin, there was a black spirit beast bag that was squirming, and it was obvious that there was a powerful poison that had not yet had time to be released.

Ye Shengxuan, the helmsman of the White Tiger Division, was confronting a demonic boy in the air at this time, the young man urged a golden flying sword to slash at Ye Shengxuan, and at the same time held a blue fan against Ye Shengxuan, every time it fanned, a black gas would emerge from the fan, and roared towards Ye Shengxuan, and although Ye Shengxuan used internal force to support the defense at this time, the dual attack of the flying sword and black qi still made him scramble.

Compared to the two, the demonic boy obviously had the upper hand.

Song Wentian, the helmsman of the Golden Bull Division, is a middle-aged man with an unusually strong body, this person's martial arts cultivation has also reached the peak of the middle stage of the Tianhua Martial Realm, it is said that this manpower is infinite, and his arms have the strength of ten thousand catties.

At this time, the person who fought against Song Wentian was a young monk who was also tall and mighty, and it was extremely coincidental that the two of them actually used hammers, and now the two of them had already fought with real fire, especially the monk of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, who completely ignored what to cultivate

The true exercises and the secret techniques of the poisonous sect are just holding the hammer with both hands and fighting Song Wentian desperately.

When the ancient wind looked in his direction, the gray-robed old man took advantage of Sima Liangxing's defense against the attack of his magic weapon, and actually released three wisps of inexplicable green mist one after another, Sima Liangxing was careless for a while, and was actually wrapped around his right wrist by a wisp of mist.

As a result, the next moment, Sima Liangxing let out a miserable scream from his mouth, the mist turned out to be strongly corrosive, and before he could use his internal force to resist, his entire right wrist was already full of white bones, and the silver long stick in his hand even almost fell off his hand.

Seeing this, the gray-robed monk naturally knew that he couldn't miss the opportunity to win, and as soon as his mind moved, the magic weapon of the small mountain that had been hovering in the air immediately smashed towards Sima Liangxing again with a huge buzz.

Sima Liangxing's combat power had been sharply reduced by more than half, and he just resisted the magic weapon of the small mountain a little, and he was smashed to the ground with a "boom", and a large mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he was unconscious after just a little struggle.

On the last battle platform are two emaciated young men, one of them is Shi Feiling, the helmsman of the Extreme Martial Sect Flying Squirrel, and the other is a powerful monk with the cultivation of the Great Perfection in the middle of the Yuan Infant, this person's cultivation is the second highest among the nine people who participated in the battle of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate, Gu Feng just glanced at the battle platform, and knew that the result of this battle was not suspenseful, if it weren't for the Ten Thousand Poison Gate monks who were quite interested in Shi Feiling's martial arts exercises, I am afraid that the victory and defeat of this battle would have already been decided.

So far, among the nine battles, the Jiwumen side has won three and lost one, and the situation on the other five battle platforms is different, and Gu Feng can't see the clue for a while, but just as Gu Feng is secretly thinking in his heart, there is an unprecedented huge roar on his left hand, which attracts Gu Feng and Hua Xue, Liang Jiulin and the three of them turned their heads to look at each other, but the next moment the faces of the three of them showed joy almost at the same time, at this time Song Wentian stood in the air with a hammer in one hand, his face was ruddy, and there was blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth, but on the ground of the battle platform under him, the monk of the Ten Thousand Poison Gate was obviously even more embarrassed, at this time he was half lying on the ground, his arms seemed to be paralyzed, and as for his magic weapon, the heavy hammer, was rolling on the ground a hundred meters behind him.

"You are indeed superior to me in strength, but if you and I fight to the death, you will never survive, but since you and I have just agreed that this battle is only better than strength, then this battle is considered your victory. ”

At this time, the monk of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect said loudly, his words were neither humble nor arrogant, and he was obviously also a man of temperament.

"Then thank you Brother Fang, no matter what the grievances between you and my sect are after this competition, Song hopes to become friends with you!"

Song Wentian also replied quickly, and the next moment, his figure flickered to the side of the monk surnamed Fang, and pulled him up with a smile.

Seeing this, Gu Feng couldn't help but secretly admire, this Song Wentian seemed to be rough and barbaric, but in fact he was intelligent, before the battle began, he obviously led the Ten Thousand Poison Sect monks to make a promise that would be of great benefit to him, so now he won so smoothly.

However, before the three of them were happy, there were three bangs on the rest of the battle platform, and when the three of them turned their heads to look, the expressions on the faces of the three of them all instantly became solemn, because at this time, Ye Shengxuan, the master of the White Tiger Helm, Bai Hong, the master of the Tianma Dividing Helm, and Shi Feiling, the main of the Flying Squirrel Dividing Helm, were actually knocked off the platform at the same time, among which Bai Hong, the master of the Tianma Dividing Helm, was directly attacked by a poisonous crow and nailed to the left chest.

Gu Feng inevitably felt regret and regret in his heart, and the next moment he hurriedly joined everyone and turned to look at the only battle platform that had not yet been decided.