The Wind Magic Cannon is a move in "Divine Wind Escape". After Yuan Futu practiced the black earth gale formation, he had a deeper understanding of this wind-based skill book, and saw a dark blue light erupting from his fingertips.
, turned into a rainbow and hit Sun Tianwei directly on the back.
Boom! Green light explodes!
Sun Tianwei felt as if his back was torn apart by a huge force, and his whole body fell to the ground like a falling meteor, causing the arena to tremble violently.
Until this moment, he still couldn't figure out how Yuan Futu escaped the attack and quietly appeared behind him.
All the secrets are contained in the high-grade innate spiritual treasure, the Gale Wind Seal, but at this moment, he has put it into his storage bag and collected his breath.
Yuan Futu looked at Sun Tianwei who fell to the ground. His clothes completely exploded. Even though he had reached the Dharma God realm and had true energy to protect his body, and his physical body was extremely strong, there were still shocking wounds on his back.
In the blink of an eye, a white figure appeared out of thin air on the ring. He put his old hand on Sun Tianwei's body. Powerful true energy surged, and the wound was immediately sealed, and the bleeding stopped.
"How is he?" Yuan Futu walked over and looked at Gong Yangjue.
Gong Yangjue sighed deeply, turned around, looked at Yuan Futu with his cloudy old eyes, as if trying to figure out all the secrets in him, and said: "You won, Tianwei can no longer fight."
Hearing the words "You win", everyone in the arena was shocked. They didn't care how much they lost on this bet, they just marveled at the strength of this veteran.
If a practitioner in the Hunyuan realm wants to defeat a master in the Dharma God realm, there is no chance, but it is only one in ten thousand. But this slim chance was caught by Yuan Futu. With other advantages,
Success is achieved by defeating the big with the small, and defeating the strong with the weak.
Gongyang Jue helped Sun Tianwei up and said in a deep voice: "Sir, the victory this time was due to strategy and spiritual treasure. Although Tianwei lost completely, he should be convinced. After this battle, he must have benefited a lot. For
He should thank you to lay a solid foundation for him to be promoted again in the future."
Yuan Futu did not expect that Gongyang Jue would say such words. He was worthy of a man who had lived for hundreds of years. His tone was full of wisdom and magnanimity. He cupped his hands and said: "I have no intention of hurting Sun Tianwei, but this battle must be fought with all my strength."
Go, otherwise I will be the only one who falls. How is he injured now?"
A smile appeared on the corner of Gong Yangjue's mouth, he nodded slightly and said: "The Yuan Shenhai was not hurt, but the physical body will take a longer time to recover, and it can be cured with some conditioning."
When Yuan Futu heard this, he was heartbroken. His purpose was to deal with Pang De and he had no intention of hurting others.
Gong Yangjue's eyes wandered over him, and he said meaningfully: "You do have the demeanor of Elder Fang when you were young, but if you want to make achievements in practice, you must be solid step by step and not opportunistic. It is always necessary to rely on external forces.
Being leftist is not a long-term strategy."
Yuan Futu knew that he was talking about using the Swift Wind Seal, so he just nodded and did not answer directly.
At this moment, the hundreds of disciples around the ring were all silent, their eyes focused on the elder Fang Huanzhen. Yuan Futu stood beside the ring, his eyes fixed on Pang Pang, who was standing in the crowd not far away.
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Pound looked at him, and there seemed to be fire burning in his eyes. His fists were clenched involuntarily, and his nails were embedded in his flesh, making a squeaking sound. Before that, he had obviously ignored this good-for-nothing veteran. In terms of strength, if Sun Tianwei were replaced by himself in this competition, I am afraid he would also be in danger.
But now, he has seen through Yuan Futu's tricks, and will definitely be prepared for the decisive battle the next day.
Bang bang bang!
A burst of solitary applause came, and a rare smile appeared on Xiao Nan's stern face. His two rough palms opened and closed, making a cheering sound. Suddenly, the cheers spread from ten to ten, and everyone was cheering for Yuan Yuan. Applause for this wonderful battle at Pagoda.
Hearing the deafening cheers, Yuan Futu was extremely excited. After practicing hard for so long, he finally got rid of the label of Fang Huanzhen's direct disciple, and gained the recognition of Tianxuan Sword Sect with his real strength.
On the steps, Shen Wuyu's eyes widened, with an incredible look in his eyes. Among Sun Tianwei's thousands of swords, he clearly saw a flash of cyan light. This light was very familiar to him. And it can be determined that it is a spiritual treasure of high grade.
"Wind magic...spirit treasure...could it be?" Shen Wuyu's eyes narrowed, as if he thought of something.
Nangong Qiushui's realm was unpredictable, so of course he also noticed the green light and thought to himself: "It's so strange. He clearly relied on the power of the spirit treasure to teleport behind Sun Tianwei. This is definitely not a chaos spirit treasure. How can it look like this?" Is it the Gale Seal that Yan Li used before?"
Yan Li, the deputy leader of the Qinghu Gang, was injured by her Netherworld Xuanyin Sword. At that time, Yan Li tried his best to escape, using the top-grade innate spiritual treasure.
But Jian Twelve always maintained a kind smile, his wise eyes seemed to understand everything, and he calmly touched the handle of the seat with his fingers.
At this moment, Yuan Futu walked down the ring amidst cheers. His attitude of defeating the strong by the weak may make some inner disciples feel uncomfortable, but for the outer disciples, he is a completely inspirational and positive example. He was immediately Thousands of outer disciples have established an extremely good image in their hearts.
Lin Wan'er hurriedly walked up to him and asked, "Are you injured? I have the God-Returning Pill here." As she said that, she put the jade bottle in his hand.
Yuan Futu took the opportunity to squeeze Lin Wan'er's smooth little hands, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I'm fine." After that, he swallowed a God-Returning Pill, and the life beads that were on the verge of running out suddenly became full again. stand up.
Lin Wan'er suddenly retracted her hand, her face filled with shyness.
Xiaonan patted Yuan Futu's shoulder with his hand and said: "Well done, I didn't expect you to hide it so deeply. It seems that my inheritance of the formation is promising."
"Although You Fang is really here, you can't be my master, but I have long decided to be your apprentice. I will definitely work hard to practice formations in the future and carry forward our Tianxuan Sword Sect's signature in the casting of spiritual treasures!"
Yuan Futu has been practicing hard in the sword tower for so long, and he is well aware of the mysteries of formations. In terms of formation cultivation, he is almost a monster. He will naturally have to practice hard in the future. After all, the higher the realm, the more powerful equipment is needed. Instead of spending a lot of money to buy a spiritual treasure from Jushen Tongbao, it is better to forge it yourself.