Chapter 44 Drawing of lots

The token in front of Sun Ming instantly turned into a blue and yellow giant shield nearly one zhang long and about half a zhang wide.

The giant shield slammed into the swift golden sword. After a low sound sounded, the attack of the golden long sword was easily defused by the giant shield, and the golden sword itself was hit by the giant shield and flew out crookedly.

But at this time, the copper ring also slammed into Sun Ming's defensive light shield with a whistling wind.

This light mask had already withstood the attacks of seven or eight fire snake talismans before, but now it was hit by the full force of this copper ring, and it suddenly turned into a little spiritual light, shattered and disappeared.

The copper ring slowed down slightly by the light mask, and continued to smash towards Sun Ming himself. If this time it really hits the ground, then Sun Ming will definitely be seriously injured.

Although the physique of an immortal cultivator is far superior to that of mortals, it is impossible for them to withstand a blow from a magic weapon with their physical body alone.

Although the momentum of the copper ring was violent, Sun Ming's movements were also extremely fast, and after the giant shield transformed by the token knocked the golden long sword into the air, it quickly turned around and blocked the top of its head, just in time to meet the falling copper ring.

There was a dull loud bang, and the copper ring was also bounced back by the giant shield.

And at this moment, the golden long sword that was originally knocked away by the giant shield flashed with a faint golden light and stabbed diagonally from another direction.

Sun Ming was really depressed in his heart! The other party's magic weapon was obviously slightly inferior to him, but he still had the power to fight. Even if he used most of his spiritual power and used the sword ray, he still couldn't win in one fell swoop. The more time dragged on, the more unfavorable it was for him, after all, he was using a sword that consumed huge spiritual power to slash the opponent's defensive magic weapon. In the case that the other party doesn't cherish his magic weapon and has to carry it hard to scrap it, he can only spend spiritual power to destroy the other party's magic weapon little by little.

But not only that, but the other party was able to slap three magic weapons at the same time, and attack him at the same time without stopping. But he can only use one more defensive magic weapon, and it is inevitable that he will be in a hurry. And he didn't have any more spiritual power to maintain a protective shield that could cover his entire body's defenses. If he continues like this, if he is not careful, he is afraid that his cyan giant sword has not broken the opponent's golden shield, and he will be attacked by the golden sword and copper ring first.

Thinking of this, Sun Ming had no choice but to temporarily stop attacking the golden shield, and instead stabbed at the golden long sword with the cyan giant sword.

Zhao Di saw the green sword flying towards his Gongbu sword, and immediately understood Sun Ming's intentions. The other party wanted to rely on the unstoppable sharpness of the sword, directly destroy the Gongbu sword with three or two blows, and then concentrate on dealing with himself.

Although he still had two high-grade magic weapons in his storage bag that could be used to attack, he still didn't want to appear too rich until the last minute.

Among the outer disciples, there are already very few of them who have two high-grade Dharma weapons. He had already revealed three pieces, although they were all made of refined copper, a raw material that was not expensive, but they were also considered to be the kind of monks who were rich in flowing oil. If he took out one or two more high-grade magic weapons, he was afraid that it would arouse even more suspicion and speculation.

With such a taboo, Zhao Di didn't want the Gongbu Sword to be destroyed like this, so he hurriedly flew around Sun Ming's constantly changing direction with this golden long sword, not fighting the cyan giant sword at all.

This cyan giant sword belongs to the kind of magic weapon that is more powerful and less agile, and it is slightly inferior to the golden long sword in terms of speed. Under the deliberate avoidance of the other party, the cyan giant sword was never able to slash the golden sword.

However, whenever the cyan giant sword turned its head to attack Zhao Di, the golden long sword would quickly stab at Sun Ming. And the copper ring didn't stop at all, constantly hitting the giant shield, not giving the other party a chance to breathe.

This kind of situation of relying on the advantage of the number of magic weapons to play the opponent's magic weapons is very rare in the fights of the monks in the Qi refining period, and the monks who watched the battle in the audience also watched it with relish, and some people commented from time to time.

But Zhao Di and Sun Ming on the stage turned a deaf ear to the discussions of these people, and they were both using their divine sense and spiritual power to the limit. As long as one side is slightly distracted, it is very likely to become the loser of this competition.

Time passed bit by bit, and the four or five magic weapons on the stage were flying around quickly, but the competition could not tell the winner. Sun Ming had already touched out a turquoise mid-grade wood spirit stone before the half-burnt incense, replenishing his spiritual power that was about to be exhausted.

But obviously, relying on spirit stones, even if it is a mid-level spirit stone to replenish spiritual power, its speed is far from catching up with the consumption during the competition.

Zhao Di was pleased to see that the sword was getting shorter little by little, from more than a foot long to seven or eight inches, and then to only two or three inches long, and finally disappeared completely.

And although his golden long sword was cut by the cyan giant sword in the escape, it still emitted a faint golden light, and it was not completely scrapped.

Sun Ming's face became whiter and whiter, and finally it was like a blank piece of paper. He never thought that in the face of Zhao Di, whose magic weapons and spiritual power were inferior to his own, he would not be able to win. He has been preparing for this foundation building competition for four or five years, not only using almost all of his net worth to get the best of the two high-grade magic weapons, the green sword and the camphor wood order, but also practicing the sword art for more than three years.

When the last trace of his spiritual power was exhausted, and he didn't have time to get more spiritual power from the spirit stone, Zhao Di's golden sword and copper ring attacked one after the other at the same time, and in desperation, he could only admit defeat unwillingly.

Zhao Di also had little spiritual power left at this time, and this was still the result of him using spirit stones to replenish spiritual power soon after the start of the competition, otherwise, it would be a matter of two words whether he or Sun Ming would exhaust his spiritual power first. Of course, if Zhao Di would run out of spiritual power first, he would throw out a dozen or so fire snake talismans before that, and it would be impossible for the other party to be able to defend it by then.

This battle completely shattered Zhao Di's idea of being a low-key person, and almost all the outer disciples knew that there was a disciple who had been a new disciple for two years, who could master three high-grade magic weapons at the same time, and also defeated Senior Brother Sun Ming, who was one level higher than him and a little higher in magic weapons. Even a few foundation-building monks in the sect noticed Zhao Di.

How did Zhao Di know that even if he was so careful to keep a low profile as much as possible, it still brought him a huge hidden danger.

Although Zhao Di won this competition, he couldn't get complacent.

In this battle, his magic weapon can be described as a heavy loss. The three magic weapons that appeared all left traces of Sun Ming's cyan sword slashing. Especially the Gongbu sword, at this time, I am afraid that even the power of the medium-grade magic weapon cannot be reached.

But this is the third round, and if you want to get Tsukidan, there are still two rounds of fierce battles behind. If these magic weapons are not repaired, the next competition will be embarrassing.

The golden shield is okay, presumably it can be repaired slightly, the copper ring must be re-refined with a medium-grade spirit stone, and the Gongbu sword can no longer be repaired, it must be remade.

There is only one short day left before the fourth round, and Zhao Di still has to meditate to recover his spiritual power, so it is absolutely impossible to finish all this matter.

If it was only to repair the golden shield and the copper ring, it would still be too late, but then he would not have the main attack magic weapon, and if he took out a new high-grade magic weapon, it would be too dazzling. Zhao Di was in a dilemma for a while.

To be strong and to keep a low profile is inherently difficult to have the best of both worlds.

Zhao Di was helpless, and decided to make a decision on the spot, if the opponent was not too strong, with copper rings, golden shields, and some talismans, he could win the competition, and he naturally did not need to use a new high-grade magic weapon. If he encounters an evenly matched master again, in desperation, he can only show the golden new "Immortal Slashing Flying Knife".

What made Zhao Di slightly happy was that in another venue, in a competition that was almost at the same time as the battle between him and Sun Ming, Jian Xin'er also defeated her opponent with difficulty and successfully entered the fourth round.

After a full day of rest, Zhao Di, who had completely recovered his spiritual power and physical strength, and had also repaired the golden round shield and copper ring, came to the fourth round of the lottery.

He picked out a paraffin wax pill casually, and after gently crushing it, a fingernail-sized piece of bamboo was engraved with the number "five nine" from top to bottom.

But Jian Xin'er, who ran to him from not far away and was full of peach blossoms, said a sentence that made him feel like a thunderbolt on a sunny day:

"Brother Wugen, I drew the fifty-nineth, what about you?"

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