Dugu Baitian said: "Senior, that's a great reward."
Yang Rui also smiled and said: "I think the young hero's martial arts are quite similar to the genius of the generation who saw the dragon disappear three hundred years ago - the nameless magic skills. I wonder if the young knight has some connection with him?"
Dugu Baitian's heart moved. He knew that what Yang Rui was talking about must be the arrogant genius of the Dugu family who created the Mingwang Immovable Mind Technique three hundred years ago - Dugu Suifeng. He thought to himself: Of course there is a reason for joking. That's me
Grandpa's grandfather's... who knows, they are our ancestors anyway.
However, he said: "This junior's martial arts are indeed self-created. As for the nameless junior mentioned by the senior, I have never heard of it."
"Oh, so that's it. That unknown person is a great figure of his generation and the last known martial saint in the continent. Alas, there has not been a saint in the continent for three hundred years." Yang Rui's face was full of loneliness.
Dugu Baitian was shocked. He didn't expect that Dugu Suifeng was once a saint-level being. To reach the saint-level realm is to turn one's hands for clouds and rain, and to be able to change life and death. He thought to himself: Could it be that Suifeng
Is the ancestor still alive? It seems that the old man and the others have hidden many things from me. I must ask them carefully when I have time to go back.
Li Chang smiled and said: "Old man, don't feel sad that others still compete in martial arts."
Yang Rui laughed and said: "I'm sorry, people tend to be wordy when they get older. The martial arts competition will continue."
Dugu Baitian once again confronted the old Taoist Yinbeard. At this time, the old Taoist's face was quite ugly. Not only because Dugu Baitian had caught his 'Luoying Colorful', but more importantly, there were two king-level masters in the field who were clearly dissatisfied with Dugu Baitian.
Have a good impression.
A fierce look flashed in the old Taoist's eyes and he said: "Dugu Baitian, please accept the second form of my Falling Palm: Thousand Miles of Snow." As he spoke, he spun around him, making his body look like a top.
Large swathes of iceflakes and snow leaves swarmed toward Dugu Baitian like a blanket. The biting cold wind blew at him, causing his cheeks to ache. He used his energy to protect his body and tried his best to resist, but after a while he turned into a snowman.
The old Taoist laughed proudly, "The light of a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon."
His disciples were also extremely proud.
The onlookers were shocked, and Ding Ping and others were even more anxious.
But at this moment, a heaven-destroying aura rippled across the field, and those with weaker skills immediately fell to the ground.
The five king-level masters looked at each other and couldn't suppress the shock in their hearts and said at the same time:
"Is it the emperor's consciousness?"
"Is it the emperor's consciousness?"
"Is it the emperor's consciousness?"
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At this moment, a loud shout shook the entire audience: "Nine-turn first move: Eight-level heroic wind unfolds." The iceflakes and snow leaves on Dugu Baitian's body exploded like fireworks, and everyone hurriedly dodged. The old Taoist opened his mouth in surprise.
He knew something was wrong as soon as the heaven-destroying aura appeared. He suddenly remembered what his apprentice Lu Feng described: "The heaven-destroying and earth-destroying divine attack is irresistible." He was then
He still didn't believe that he had finally seen it this time. Seeing the weaker man fall limply to the ground, he finally understood that the spiritual cultivation of the young man in front of him had far surpassed his.
Dugu Baitian's heaven-destroying aura, like the arrival of an ancient demon god, spread out from his body and filled the entire audience. His tall and majestic body, like a mountain, intimidated everyone present, making them feel the urge to worship him.
The strength is overwhelming and the world is unparalleled!
The flying ice flowers and snow leaves did not reach three feet around Dugu Baitian before they exploded, melted, and disappeared.
There may be many people present who can achieve this kind of skill, but no one can compete with him for his aura. Dugu Baitian stood there quietly, like an overlord coming to the world and an emperor lording over the world.
The whole place was filled with the aura of a demon king looking down on all living beings. Everyone present was deeply shocked. The five king-level masters were no exception.
Dugu Baitian shouted: "Silver Beard lets you see the second move of the Nine Turns Cultivation Technique: Dominate the World and take the move." This move was the result of his sudden enlightenment from the 'shattering blow' in the underground palace.
He escaped from it again. The power may not be as powerful as the 'shattering blow', but it is more suitable for the regular display of his skills at this time. The strong and powerful palms struck the silver-bearded old man with an indomitable momentum.
Although the silver-bearded old Taoist was shocked by Dugu Baitian's terrifying spiritual cultivation, he firmly believed that his actual skills were far superior to his opponent. At that moment, he also shouted: "Thousands of miles of snow is falling." His crystal-white palms appeared like white jade.
A faint light greeted Dugu Baitian. A violent storm and snow instantly filled the entire place, bringing a bit of coolness to the hot summer day and making the arena even more eerie.
The palms of the two people finally collided firmly together. "Bang", a violent storm and snow immediately raged across the audience, and everyone hurriedly took cover.
Dugu Baitian took a few big steps back and then spat out a mouthful of blood with a "plop" sound. Before the blood even hit the ground, it turned into traces of blood mist, and then turned into bright red blood crystals that fluttered to the ground.
Everyone was shocked. It seemed that the temperature between the two men in the competition had dropped to a terrifying level.
Dugu Baitian's body was shaking a little and he spoke with difficulty: "Flying Flowers and Flying Leaves Falling to Heaven is indeed a unique skill. It's a pity that it fell into your hands and it is difficult to exert its due power. If you know the magic skill, you will be ashamed. You know it."
You are not worthy of using this skill at all."
After hearing what Dugu Baitian said, Taoist Yinbeard was so angry that he almost wanted to scold his mother, but he swallowed "I xxx." out of consideration for his own identity. But the "kind eyes and kind eyes" on his face kept dancing, "This junior is still trying to succeed even when he is about to die."
With the power of words and the third palm, I will definitely take your life."
Although he said that the third palm must take Dugu Baitian's life, he was not sure at all in his heart. He found that this young man was like a cockroach that could not be killed. His skill was not very high but he could not be killed. At this moment, the old Taoist suddenly
My heart was shocked, as if I had been hit by a hammer. I spat out a mouthful of blood.
Everyone in the venue started making noises.
"The old Taoist was injured by a junior..."
"That young man is amazing."
"If an old man is too shameless, he will bully the younger generation."
"It's really embarrassing to have such a high status."
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Everyone was talking. Almost everyone did not expect that Taoist Yinbeard would be injured and vomited blood. At the same time, they showed admiration for Dugu Baitian, a young master. But what surprised them was that Dugu Baitian vomited three big mouthfuls of blood in a row. How did they know this?
It was the result of Dugu Baitian's forcible use of emperor-level spiritual consciousness to attack. Although the old Taoist knew that he had been attacked by the opponent's powerful spiritual consciousness, how could he let him say that the spiritual cultivation of a young boy was even higher than that of an old martial artist?
Why don't you want to be laughed to death by everyone?
The five king-level masters in the field looked at each other with shock on their faces. Being able to use spiritual attacks to cause substantial damage to the opponent requires at least an emperor-level spiritual cultivation. And the person in front of him is
How could it not be shocking that a young man who didn't seem to have very strong skills in their eyes could actually do it?
"Okay, boy, you can do it." The silver-bearded Taoist wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "Boy, you are dead." Since he really felt the terrifying mental cultivation of Dugu Baitian, he made up his mind to get rid of this.
Big trouble in the future.
"Old Taoist, just come over here, I'm still afraid of you." Dugu Baitian's steps were shaky and he let the snowflakes dancing in the air fall on him. Everyone could see that he was at the end of his strength and his standing body was slightly shaking.
There is no way Shiver can take the last slap from Lao Dao.
"Young master, please admit defeat." A clear, melodious but anxious voice came from behind.
Dugu Baitian looked back and saw that Liu Ruyan and Shan'er had arrived outside the crowd at some point. It was Shan'er who was advising him just now. The usually cute little girl had a look of anxiety on her face. Liu Ru
Although Yan's face was calm, Dugu Baitian could see deep anxiety in her eyes.
He turned his head to the other side and saw the prince. Wang Fei and others were also looking at him with anxious expressions. They clearly wanted to persuade him to give up the competition but were hesitant. They knew very well that if they gave up, Dugu Baitian would lose more than just
It is the glory of victory that will make him lose confidence and courage, and he may even collapse.
Dugu Baitian looked at them deeply again and turned to face the silver-bearded old Taoist. The old Taoist had already been preparing for the cold light in his eyes, which was like substance. Dugu Baitian knew that this old guy had murderous intentions and was determined to get rid of him. He
Be careful and alert, put all your strength into your palms.
"Luotian Palace."
The old Taoist finally struck a terrible blow. His bright white palms hit Dugu Baitian with a sound of piercing the air. Dugu Baitian almost suffocated. The air around him seemed to have been sucked away, and there were only flying snowflakes and bones.
He felt chilly. He knew that if he faced the old Taoist's fatal blow "Luotian Palace" at this time, there would be only one word "death". He hurriedly flew vertically in the air, lifted his body to a height of nearly two feet, and then raised his head and feet toward the ground.
He rushed down and hit Taoist Yinbeard's Tianling Gai with both palms.
The silver-bearded Taoist's eyes widened in anger. He originally wanted to kill Dugu Baitian with this palm, but he didn't expect this kid to be so slippery and evade his sharp edge. He raised his palms high and blasted towards the sky.
Dugu Baitian smiled. He knew that his all-out attack on Lao Dao and his hasty attack had too great an advantage. Even if he was not as good as Lao Dao, he would not be defeated and died. Suddenly he saw that Lao Dao also smiled with a sinister face.
Kong was indescribably terrifying. But he had no time to think about it. The two palms collided together for the third time. But this time, the two palms stuck together silently.
Wave after wave of powerful internal force struck from Lao Dao's body like a tide and surged towards Dugu Baitian through his palms. The seemingly endless internal force quickly overwhelmed Dugu Baitian's already weakened internal resistance like a broken bamboo. Dugu Baitian
The long and scattered hair on his head and feet was covered with sweat on his face. Wave after wave of internal force shocks made his internal organs feel as if they were shattered and the pain was unbearable.
Finally, he could no longer hold back and spurt out large mouthfuls of blood from his mouth, directly towards Taoist Yinbeard. The steaming blood was blocked by his deep body-protecting energy and turned into particles three inches away from the old Taoist's door.