Huang Yuantao let out a loud shout, and the small sword suddenly burst out of the ground and stabbed towards Wu Ge.

Wu Ge's expression was grim, and he unfolded his body and swirled back and forth with the small sword. Although he had not been practicing for a long time, he could also see that the material of this magic weapon was different from ordinary, and it was obviously carefully refined. Although Huang Yuantao's cultivation is not as deep as his, after all, he has been practicing for a long time, and his efforts on this magic weapon are naturally deeper than him. The flickering light on the small sword was enough to show how strong the true qi contained in it was, and he didn't dare to use his talisman to resist this magic weapon.

The situation on the court looked one-sided, and some of those who hoped for Wu Ge to win couldn't help but let out a sigh. But some monks who are experienced in fighting have their own opinions: yes, it seems that Wu Ge has fallen behind now, but the superiority of the scene actually does not mean anything. Having the advantage of the game but not being able to achieve a decisive victory is actually hiding a great danger, because it shows that your attack means cannot help the opponent. As long as the opponent can delay under your attack, they will naturally come up with a way to break your attack or even launch a counterattack. In the eyes of these monks, Huang Yuantao's shouting with excitement now just shows that he lacks actual combat experience, and his performance is really ridiculous.

These monks are absolutely right. Wu Ge started to fight with the small sword, in fact, he wanted to find out what the level of Huang Yuantao's magic weapon attack was. If the magic weapon contest between the two sides in the first round made Huang Yuantao see the defect of Wu Ge's magic weapon attack power, then Wu Ge now also sees Huang Yuantao's lack of magic weapon manipulation flexibility. In the eyes of outsiders, Wu Ge dodged the attack of the little sword, and every time it was dangerous, but Wu Ge had now come to the conclusion that Huang Yuantao's little sword flew slowly and at a tricky angle, and it was completely impossible to pose a real threat to him.

Wu Ge began to fight back. Taking advantage of the gap in the small sword attack, he waved his hand, and three qi blades slashed through different curves, breaking through the air and attacking Huang Yuantao.

In the last battle, Wu Ge was suppressed by the power of the formation, and the qi blade he sent out still broke Huang Yuantao's talisman spell. Although the talisman spell that was broken was only activated by Huang Yuantao with the formation, it was much worse than Huang Yuantao's own talisman spell, but now seeing the three qi blades flying, Huang Yuantao still didn't dare to slack off. He dodged one of the air blades that hit him head-on, but the other two air blades suddenly changed direction as he moved, striking him left and right. Huang Yuantao shouted, his palms danced together, and the two palms of thunder met the qi blade, and after a loud bang, they all returned to invisible.

Although he couldn't help but be a little frightened, Huang Yuantao still showed a smile: Now that I have a complete advantage, what can you do if you can attack me coldly?

However, those monks with rich combat experience all smiled with their palms: Wu Ge's three air blades flew differently, and they could change directions freely in such a short distance after Huang Yuantao dodged, which was enough to show that Wu Ge's consciousness was strong and his control of spells was exquisite—and it also showed that Huang Yuantao's small sword attack did not have a substantial impact on him at all; on the other hand, Huang Yuantao's tentative attack forced him to have a flaw, and even the flight of the small sword appeared to freeze for a moment...... In this battle, Mr. Wu won the battle.

Wu Ge completely figured out the other party's level, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smile. Now, there is no question of winning, the key is how to win. He had fought with Bobo countless times, and his body was already flexible to the point of perversion, and as soon as his mind moved, his body suddenly became faster and stranger than just now. Huang Yuantao manipulated the small sword to chase after Wu Ge, and one person and one sword almost turned into two rays of light that were difficult to distinguish.

Wu Ge suddenly stopped and stood firmly on the playground. Seeing Wu Ge stop suddenly, Huang Yuantao was willing to let go of the opportunity and commanded the little sword to stab at the top of Wu Ge's head......

It wasn't until the little sword was almost on the sidelines, and the playground and the battle-experienced monks all let out an exclamation in unison, that Wu Ge had a good time to move half a step to the side. The little sword grazed his arm and whizzed down, cutting through the concrete floor at his feet as easily as a cake, digging deep into the ground.

Wu Ge even paused for a moment so that Huang Yuantao had time to understand what was going on, and then he raised his hand unhurriedly, and with his fingers together, a fiery red light came out of his fingertips......

By this time, even those monks who were not experienced in combat understood that the offensive and defensive momentum of the two sides had been completely reversed. Huang Yuantao's small sword plunged deep into the ground, and although it didn't take much time to withdraw, it was enough time for the battle between the monks.

Wu Ge pointed at Huang Yuantao, and suddenly a fireball the size of a sea bowl smashed towards the other party. There was another burst of exclamations on the playground. It's true that sorcery isn't just "big", sometimes it's better to be smaller. Take the simplest fireball as an example, the fireball sent out by ordinary people is the size of a fist, and those who cultivate to a high level can make the fireball more condensed, only the size of a finger, but more powerful. The fireball of Mr. Wu's head is as big as a sea bowl, of course, it is not because his cultivation is not deep, this can only show that his strength is enough, but he did not deliberately condense it. And the reason why there is no deliberate condensation, most of it is to pursue the speed of spellcasting.

As if to confirm the monks' guesses, Wu Ge sent out a fireball and did not stop, and fireballs continued to appear between his fingers, and finally shot eight fireballs in a row like a machine gun fire, and shot at Huang Yuantao with a whistling sound. And Huang Yuantao already felt that the situation was not good when Wu Ge stopped and looked at him meaningfully, and at this time, he even increased the strength of his talisman spell to the maximum, and at the same time dodged and cast spells to meet the flying fireballs. However, his body skills were much worse than Wu Ge's, only dodging Wu Ge's two fireballs and shattering the other three. The remaining three fireballs smashed together on his protective air shield, causing the air shield to flicker, deform, and almost collapse.

There were a few sparse applause on the playground, and even a few bold ones began to applaud directly. However, most of the monks remained cautiously silent.

Huang Yuantao was annoyed and ashamed, pinched the finger in his hand, and yelled......

There was a sudden explosion around Wu Ge, and a piece of concrete not far from him suddenly bulged upwards like an erupting volcano, and then exploded, exploded, and scattered in all directions, and some pieces smashed on Wu Ge's protective air shield, but they all bounced off without causing any damage...... Then, Huang Yuantao's little sword staggered and flew out of the hole created by the explosion, looking like a lost person.

There was silence on the playground for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter. The vast majority of cultivators could see what this scene was all about: Huang Yuantao's small sword was obviously engraved with some kind of formation, which could send out attack spells like fireballs or lightning. Huang Yuantao suffered a loss under Wu Ge's attack, and naturally wanted to use attack to save face. It's a pity that this person's combat experience is too poor, and his ability to control magic weapons is too low, so he actually made a mistake in his busy work and issued a spell before the small sword came out of the ground. This time, most of the power of the attack fell on Xiaojian himself, and he was also counterattacked. Although he didn't suffer much substantial damage, he was at least so frightened that he almost lost control of the magic weapon...... This kind of embarrassment comes from a high-level monk who has been practicing for decades, which is really ridiculous and incredible. Many monks shook their heads while laughing: I really didn't expect the vice president to be so strong and competent. It seems that the rumors are true, people like him don't have a fight with Zhou Tou, let alone against Mr. Wu!