Qing Yu's luck this time was not too good, the first game was him, not only that, but his opponent was the guy with the most condensed mana among the three late-stage foundation building monks.

Many people are not optimistic about Qing Yu, although his performance in the last game can be described as amazing, but still no one can believe that he can fight with a monk two orders higher than him.

Lin Wanguan said directly to Qingyu: "Immortal Master, you still admit defeat, it's not good if something really happens, you have already won the first game for me, and you have already made a lot of profits." ”

Qing Yu glanced at him with a smile, this proprietor said so, in fact, he still wanted to play, but he also wanted to try it out to see who could win between himself and the real monk in the late stage of foundation building.

I saw Qingyu dodge onto the platform, and looked at the middle-aged man with an ordinary face in the late stage of foundation building on the opposite side, "Fellow Daoist, please advise." ”

The middle-aged man nodded very kindly, "Little friendly bold, then, Daoist friend be careful!"

Qing Yu's eyes narrowed, to deal with such an opponent, he used illusion techniques to not be very effective, there was no way, he immediately took out the Yin Ghost Long Sword from the storage bag, this sword he had completely refined, but still did not find its name.

As soon as the momentum on his body was retracted, the "Ghost Dance Technique" was transformed into the "Yin Evil Technique", and the mana was injected into it, and the sound of a dragon's groan came from the sword body, and a sinister aura emanated from Qingyu's body, making the viewer look sideways.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, he slapped the storage bag, and a pair of cyan balls flew out of it, and then a series of wind blades sent out from the periphery of the balls, cutting towards Qingyu's vital parts.

These wind blades are not very powerful, they are just the feeling of elementary spells, but they can't stand up to their large number and speed.

Qing Yu flicked the sword body, and the sword body exuded a burst of ghostly cold aura, and he waved the long sword, only to see a layer of black mist permeated from the sword body of the long sword, and this layer of mist formed a shield in front of Qing Yu's eyes.

The middle-aged man couldn't see what Qing Yu was doing, but Qing Yu could easily see outside, and the wind blades hit the black mist, and they couldn't penetrate it.

Qing Yu took advantage of the fact that he couldn't see what he was doing, and hurriedly pinched the trick in his hand, and a bell appeared in his hand in the storage bag, and then floated in the air again.

The middle-aged man naturally didn't give Qingyu time to continue reacting, but he pushed with both hands, and the pair of round balls flew forward, heading towards the mist in front of Qingyu's eyes.

The moment the two balls hit the mist, they exploded with a bang, turning into countless powerful large wind blades, all of which flew in one direction.

Qing Yu was at a critical moment, he couldn't move at all, these wind blades had already cut through the first layer of black mist, he had no choice but to quickly put away the bell in his left hand, held the sword in his right hand, and stepped back under his feet, the long sword hit a sword flower in the air, and a cloud of mist condensed into a small shield and hit the fog shield.

The backlash of the bell in his hand made Qingyu suffer a little bit of injury, who would have thought that the two round balls of this person were not magic weapons, but a spell developed by himself.

Seeing that this blow did not work, the middle-aged man frowned slightly, and took out a small cyan banner from the storage bag. ”

It seems that this is a very famous and superb magic weapon, many people know it, and its power should not be underestimated.

For a long time, among the various alien spirit roots, the thunder attribute is the most violent, the wind attribute is the most elegant, the speed is fast, there is no trace, and the power is not inferior to other spirit roots.

Qing Yu didn't dare to be careless, and pushed the "Soul Shock Bell" in his hand, and the long sword in his right hand also stabbed forward at the same time, and the black mist that seemed to be weak and weak turned into small black daggers, but they were not used to attack, as if they were waiting for the middle-aged man's reaction.

But if they could see the mana fluctuations in Qingyu's body, they would find that most of the mana in Qingyu's body was injected into the bell in his left hand.

The middle-aged man waved the small flag, snorted coldly, he shook his hands, and the hands that held the little flag were blue, so that the mana in his body was like a flood that had leaked his mouth, rushing into the small flag.

After Qingfeng Banner obtained such a huge amount of mana, the blue light on the surface of the banner was even more dazzling, making people dare not look directly, and the momentum alone was much greater than that of Qingyu.

At this time, I saw that he pointed to the banner with his left hand, and a huge cyan wind blade rushed towards Qingyu, not only that, you can find that this wind blade is different from before, it is also followed by a cyan "line", with this "line", the man can control the specific actions of this wind blade, and add mana support to it.

Qing Yu also saw the power of this spell, the long sword in his right hand was directly launched, and all the daggers were also pierced together, which means that Qing Yu's mana is profound, otherwise just this blow can consume all his mana.

However, this blow still could not withstand the tremendous power of the Wind Blade, and the daggers only blocked it for a moment before they collapsed with a single touch, but the long sword blocked the way of the Wind Blade.

But Qingyu felt that he couldn't last too long, so he quickly put all his attention on the "Soul Shaking Bell".

The middle-aged man naturally wouldn't give Qing Yu a chance, only to see a cold sweat break out on his forehead, and the wind blade suddenly doubled in size, instantly crushing Qing Yu's long sword.

At this time, Qing Yu also completed the preparation for the sacrifice of the Soul Shaking Bell, the power of the Soul Shaking Bell is still far above the long sword, but even the sacrifice is slower, and fortunately, Qing Yu's divine sense is strong and the mana is strong, otherwise even he would not be able to use two superb magic weapons at the same time.

The soul shaking bell made a burst of piercing sounds, and Qingyu also hurried up, with a low cry on his mouth, and with a wave of his right hand, his left eye instantly turned gray, and the momentum on his body could not be suppressed, and the strength in the later stage of foundation building exploded.

The middle-aged man's eyes became empty at this moment, and Qingyu took advantage of this time to hurriedly go to the side of the platform, pulled out the long sword that had just been shocked on the platform, and then put it on the man's neck.

The man also regained his clarity at this time, he took a deep breath, looked at Qingyu twice, and then said slowly: "Be merciful to your subordinates, I admit defeat." ”

Qingyu's series of shots just now made the audience stunned, and it wasn't until the man admitted defeat that someone screamed.

This battle was so exciting that even the old man in the Yudan period on the side applauded, he looked at Lin Wanguan on the side and nodded.

Before the man stepped down, he looked at Qingyu twice, and Qingyu also walked off the stage with a pale face.

Lin Wanguan looked at Qingyu with excitement on his face.

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