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On the martial arts stage, Zhou Cheng and Chengzhi stood opposite each other.

Chengzhi has a handsome appearance and a sensation. He is obviously full of confidence in himself.

Facing this genius disciple of the Prajna Sect, although Zhou Cheng was sure to win, he did not relax his vigilance.

The lion also uses all his strength to fight against the rabbit, not to mention that the other party is not without resistance.

"The Chunyang Sect met once, and I never thought that I could compete with each other today." Zhou Cheng smiled slightly, and at the same time, the magic power in his body could be used to condense the magic weapon and explode a thunderous blow at any time.

"In the past, the donor had the cultivation level of the Spirit Stage, but now it is the perfect power Stage, and it is even more than the little monk." Chengzhi put his hands together and bowed softly, and then said: "It is probably a bit hasty to practice like this, and he may not be the opponent of the little monk."

On the high platform, Taoist Huaizhen raised his sword eyebrows and said to Yuan Li next to him: "You disciple, Taoism, has taught me a lesson."

Yuanli's eyes closed slightly, and the old god was there, and said lightly: "Don't be impatient if you are a real donor. You will know what is right and what is wrong later."

Taoist Huaizhen shook his head gently and said, "You disciple can't stand the three moves of Qingyuan."

Yuan Li frowned, opened his eyes and looked at the audience, and said, "It seems that I may not be."

On the martial arts stage, Zhou Cheng looked peaceful and did not care about Chengzhi's words at all. He said, "Since the little master has such confidence, he can condense the magical artifacts and attack them."

This is his usual style. Even if you say something magnificent, it will eventually be implemented in the real battle. If you lose, no one will remember what you said again.

Unexpectedly, Chengzhi shook his head and said, "It's better for the donor Qingyuan to come first. If I take action first, you may not have a chance to take action."

Why are these words so familiar? Zhou Cheng's mouth twitched slightly. Isn't this what he often says to others? Finally, it's time for others to use them.

But where did Chengzhi get the confidence? Its magic power is obviously not as powerful as mine, and the power of the same level artifact is even less than that of the scoremaker.

Or is he trying to deliberately attract me to attack?

"Why is the donor of Qingyuan hesitating?" Chengzhi's voice sounded again. The handsome little monk had a faint smile on his face and looked at Zhou Cheng with a gentle look, as if there was no malice.

Zhou Cheng narrowed his eyes and had some guesses in his heart. Then his magic power was used to condense the Qinglong Yanyue Sword. He did not choose to condense the second-level artifact, but chose the first-level artifact that he was most familiar with.

"Since the little master is so anxious, I won't delay."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Cheng turned into a blue light and shadow, and instantly came to Chengzhi's body. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword was raised high, with cold lights everywhere on it, murderous intent everywhere, the blade trembled, and the sound was like a dragon's roar!

Chengzhi's face did not change his color, his eyes were lowered, and his hands were still clasped together and he did not move.

The green light fell, like a star sinking and the moon slashed towards Chengzhi. If it was a battle of life and death, once this little monk was killed, he would definitely not be able to escape the fate of being cut off by one knife or two.

However, just as the sharp edge of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword was about to slash Zhongcheng, it suddenly stopped in mid-air!

Zheng!

A sound like a rumbling sound of gold and iron sounded. Zhou Cheng's blade suddenly stopped, and a golden light curtain suddenly appeared in front of Chengzhi, blocking the fierce and uncast attack.

"Amitabha!"

Chengzhi shouted out a Buddha's name, and the golden light curtain suddenly turned into a string of Buddhist beads, spinning endlessly in the air, while the Qinglong Yanyue Sword seemed to be trapped in a quagmire and was completely unable to make progress.

Then Zhou Cheng realized that the magic power he used to attack suddenly rewind and rushed into his body along the blade in his hand!

At the same time, Yuan Li on the high platform laughed and said, "Your judgment seems to be a little wrong."

Taoist Huaizhen was still closing his eyes to rest. He chuckled and said, "There is indeed a mistake. Qingyuan wants to win, only one move."

Yuanli's face turned a little gloomy and said, "Look at the donor, Chengzhi is about to win."

Taoist Huaizhen didn't even move his eyelids and said, "The little monk's defeat is already accomplished."

"You!" Yuan Li glared at his eyes and was about to argue with Huaizhen.

"Yuanli, sit in meditation." Shanhe's voice came, and Yuanli extinguished the anger in his heart and looked at the audience again.

But this time the scene completely stunned him.

Zhou Cheng actually pressed the blade of the Qinglong Yanyue Sword against the string of Buddhist beads and forced forward step by step. Chengzhi was unable to stop him, so he had to be forced to retreat step by step.

Under such circumstances, Chengzhi finally changed his color. He said in surprise: "Are you crazy? Are you not afraid of being shocked by your magic power?"

His string of Buddhist beads is called "Rotation Spiritual Pearl". While blocking the opponent's attack, he can return the opponent's magic power condensed into the artifact and form a huge impact on mana. Ordinary weapon refiners are caught off guard and cannot even breathe, and will be seriously injured and unconscious.

Although he had reserved something just now and did not activate the artifact with all his strength, he could also shake the ordinary weapon refiners away, leaving him without the power to fight again for the time being.

But Zhou Qingyuan was like a monster, and seemed to have no idea of ​​the impact of the backflow of magic power. He actually forced him to walk to the edge of the martial arts stage.

You know, every step you take is equivalent to attacking once, and you have to withstand a mana impact!

Even steel bars and iron bones cannot withstand such impact!

But Zhou Cheng seemed to be completely indifferent to this. He still walked forward slowly and said in a gentle tone: "Shock to death? It's just a magical impact like a breeze blowing on his face. How could it be that it could shock me to death?"

The magic power he condensed in the Qinglong Yanyue Sword is actually quite large. If the ordinary weapon refiner in the Power Stage suffered such a powerful impact, it would never be possible to continue fighting.

But Zhou Cheng is different. He has practiced "Taixu Wuji Dao" and "Fuxia Soul-raising Technique", which has extremely strong magic power, at least ten times that of a weapon refiner in the ordinary Power Stage!

With such a magic base, that little impact is really nothing.

Looking at Zhou Cheng's gentle smile, Chengzhi suddenly felt a little chilling on his back. What powerful magic power does the handsome Taoist in front of him have?

Kick!

Suddenly, a series of broken sounds sounded, and the string of Buddhist beads began to tremble slightly!

Zhou Cheng's eyes condensed, and a powerful magic power surged into the Qinglong Yanyue Sword again like the waves of the river and sea!

This time, no magic power was reversed, and this time the "Rotation Spiritual Pearl" exploded in Chengzhi's horrified gaze!

Bang!

After a muffled sound, endless golden rain of light flew, and waves of air burst into the air. Zhou Cheng stood still in place with a calm expression, as stable as Mount Tai, but Chengzhi flew backwards like a kite with broken strings.

The whole place was silent and silent.

On the high platform, Taoist Huaizhen closed his eyes slightly, his mouth was filled with a smile, while Yuan Li's face turned black and his face was as heavy as water.

After a long time, the voice of the monk in charge rang out.

"Qingyuan is the most beautiful thing in Chunyang Sect!"
Chapter completed!