Meng Bai knew that these people now did not know that he had upgraded his body refining skills, and the giant spirit magic skill had retreated to the second line and turned into the Yellow Turban Powerful Skill. If he knew, he could be sure that his name as the Yellow Turban Powerful Skill was basically gone.

The Giant Spirit Divine Arts, the Yellow Turban Powerful Arts, and the martial arts are all excellent and very powerful. However, their origins are too low among gods and Buddhas, and they are cannon fodder and attendants, so they cannot be high-end no matter how they hear them.

Strictly speaking, Meng Bai is not the kind of vain person. However, this martial arts event is a great martial arts event, and you can’t be inferior to others at all!

Like him now, he has opened up the ancestral orifice between his eyebrows and practiced the Divine Eye of the Breaking Movement, and has a handsome appearance, strong body, and extraordinary sword skills. He thinks that the name "Erlang Zhenjun" is very consistent with him! Why didn't anyone think of this?

At this moment, Meng Bai was very anxious about the IQ of such a group of audiences, but there was no way. This name was called by everyone, and it was naturally formed and not for him. In that case, it would seem a little shameless. Therefore, Meng Bai could only suppress his heart and continue to wait for the audience's IQ to awaken!

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As the smoke and dust dissipated, Meng Bai's spirit flew down, met with Jiang Yan, and turned directly to the No. 11 ring.

As for how to clean up the mess in the No. 13 are all irrelevant. Next, there are only three games left in the game. It is okay to fight on the ruins, and it is okay to wait for others to change the other arena after the competition, but it is okay to have a big deal.

Meng Bai and Jiang Yan came to the 11th arena and suddenly discovered that Little Maitreya Fang Xing has already come on stage and is competing with Lingguan Wang Yaoqing.

This is the last game in the No. 11 arena, a competition for the top 100 places. A competition area, this is the first qualifying place, so it attracted many people to watch. They came a little late and could only stay on the periphery, but they couldn't squeeze in.

Fortunately, they have good eyesight, but they are not afraid to see clearly.

At this moment, the battle between Fang Xing and Wang Yaoqing is still in the tentative stage.

Fang Xing held the handle of the Yuan Magnetic Divine Sword with his left hand, but did not pull it out, nor did he activate his divine power. He only used his right hand to manifest the light knife and slashed.

Wang Yaoqing held a water-mill steel whip, which was the expert weapon of Wang Lingguan in mythology and legend.

His water-milled steel whip is obviously unusual, with black all over and there are some mottled marks on it. It should be a long-standing inheritance, not a newly cast object.

Wang Yaoqing used the family's secret thunder and fire demon subduing whip, which was mysterious and mysterious. He fought with Fang Xing's Vajra Light Knife, and rarely touched the edge, but more hit the body of the light Knife and the back of the knife. In addition, on the water-mill steel whip, a layer of red aura lingered over his water-mill steel whip, manifesting itself outside, stimulating the light Knife. Even if it was a head-on confrontation, the water-mill steel whip would have only a little more mottled marks and no damage to the root.

This is the first time Fang Xing encountered such a situation. In the past, when opponents were fighting, either with sixth-level weapons or avoiding and dodging. In this case, only Wang Yaoqing was involved.

This kind of fighting has both a sense of comfort that can be fought to the fullest, and a sense of indescribable awkwardness, which makes people very contradictory and cannot tell what the situation is.

Wang Yaoqing fought so hard, with all kinds of skills reaching the top, and no difference. "Ding Ding Dangdang--" After a fight, Wang Yaoqing suddenly gained the upper hand.

Meng Bai observed from a distance, and looked at the aura with the Breaking Movement Method, and savored the changes in the aura of Wang Yaoqing and Fang Xing. Suddenly, he found that Wang Yaoqing's momentum gradually strengthened as he fought, but Fang Xing decreased slightly. In this situation, it is obvious that in terms of real cultivation strength, Fang Xing is still weaker than Wang Yaoqing.

However, if the two of them continue, although Wang Yaoqing has the upper hand, it will be difficult to defeat Fang Xing. Because Fang Xing also has his own unique means.

His left hand was held on the handle of the Yuanmagnetic Divine Sword, and he was sent from time to time, and he made a move from time to time, as if he was about to pull away. Wang Yaoqing obviously knew that the Yuanmagnetic Divine Sword was extraordinary. Every time at this time, he became cautious in an instant. The strength of the attack immediately declined, and he would return the advantage that gradually rose.

Seeing this, Meng Bai, based on his understanding of Fang Xing, guessed that he should want to stimulate Wang Yaoqing, first of all, stimulate the state of divine attack, please let the gods go!

Although the power beyond one's control is very powerful, it comes at a cost to use and does not last long. This is the case with the Yuan Magnetic Divine Sword, and the same is true for the God-killing. At this time, it is obvious that if anyone takes action first, he will become behind in the continuous combat power and become a fatal weakness.

Of course, this does not mean that you will lose if you prioritize the extra method. If you can break the opponent's defense and end the battle in a short period of time, then everything will naturally be fine.

However, it is obvious that both of them are taking a steady path at this moment, but they are both restrained, suppressing themselves, and waiting for the opportunity to take action.

"Ding Ding Dangdang--"

The light knife and steel whip kept ringing, sparks flew everywhere, and burst out like thunder. Although the two of them had not erupted, they fought very fiercely and thrillingly, so the battle scene did not seem dull. The audience in the audience was relish and no one sighed and shouted.

In this way, the two of them passed dozens of moves. Suddenly, Fang Xingguang Knife restrained and turned back to the short pestle, used the Wei Tuo Pestle, and fought with Wang Yaoqing in close combat.

In this way, Wang Yaoqing's water-mill steel whip naturally extended forward three feet and approached his body. In this way, it seemed to become more dangerous, but Fang Xing was different. The unique method of Maitreya's lineage of cloth bag gripping was just enough to assist him.

The long sleeves floated and the long swing was rolled up. The whole wide robe was like a bulging wind, making a rustling sound, turning into countless soft whips, countless hands, twisting, locking, shocking, and pulling, using various techniques to assist the vajra against the water-milled steel whip. After more than a dozen moves, Fang Xing not only did not encounter any danger, but instead defended himself more and more firmly.

Moreover, Fang Xing was not entirely defending. His vajra would occasionally stimulate the light knife to appear again, and then display the crazy sword technique to counterattack. This kind of explosion without any sign of sign made Wang Yaoqing very troublesome to resist. Once the light knife had already cut through his chest and almost hurt him.

Under the arena, Meng Bai saw Fang Xing's change so nervously, but his tense mood was relieved and relieved.
Chapter completed!