"My Qixuan Valley's soul-stimulating ** will definitely have less side effects than yours! Let's see who can't hold on first!"
Bi Tinghua also fought tooth and nail. He couldn't afford to lose in this fight.
If the soul is damaged, the worst it can do is rest in bed for a few months. If you spend some sect contribution points, make connections, and get a few bottles of the best soul-nourishing elixir, you can restore it.
If you lose the game, your face will be completely lost, your anger will not be able to flow, and it will still affect your future practice.
Just like that, the offensive and defensive battle between Lin Ming and Bitinghua suddenly became more fierce. Lin Ming's reincarnation martial intent attacked like a tide. The demons and monsters around Bitinghua were destroyed one after another, but were reborn one after another!
"I'll defend you and attack. With three times the consumption of soul power, coupled with the soul-stirring secret method that has side effects, I don't believe your soul is made of iron. I see how many lives you've lost!"
In Bi Tinghua's opinion, the side effects of Lin Ming's soul-stimulating secret method must be much greater than hers. In addition, Lin Ming comes from a small place in the countryside, so it is impossible for him to understand the cultivation of souls after damage. Even if he did, he would not be able to get the medicine.
Maybe his cultivation level will plummet because of this!
Thinking of this, Bi Tinghua's mood suddenly improved, and the depression she had felt after using the blood ritual to stimulate the soul suddenly became brighter.
Many times, it doesn't matter how miserable you are, what matters is whether there is anyone who is worse off than you.
It is extremely scary for a person to face death. If everyone faces the end of the world together, there will be nothing to fear.
At this moment, Bi Tinghua's expression changed. In the fantasy space, the black vortex that gave him a headache disappeared, replaced by a group of thin hungry ghosts with only bones left. The lower limbs of these hungry ghosts seemed to be damaged by malnutrition.
He is short and thin, but has a huge head. His mouth is grinning all the way to the back of his head, with sharp and dense teeth, and a long blood-red tongue hanging out. Drool is constantly dripping.
"Could this guy also conjure up illusions to attack?" Bi Tinghua's face was gloomy. Before this, Lin Ming could only attack with black vortex, but now he had summoned such a group of hungry ghosts. He took it for granted.
These hungry ghosts were all imagined by Lin Ming.
"King Shura!"
After using the blood sacrifice to stimulate the soul, Bi Tinghua's soul power increased a lot, and she directly visualized King Shura, which was usually difficult to summon.
"boom!"
King Shura collided directly with the hungry ghosts. Dozens of hungry ghosts pounced on King Shura and bit them wildly. Then, with Bi Tinghua's increasingly ugly face, King Shura resisted for a while and was clicked.
Eaten...
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Half an hour and a quarter of an hour passed!!
But the two people still stood on the stage, with no intention of deciding the winner!
At this point, all the Huanzong disciples watching the game felt frightened. It is very dangerous for the game to reach this stage!
Skin and flesh wounds will heal in a few days, injuries to muscles and bones will take a hundred days, and injuries to the soul may take several years or even a lifetime.
Even if there are top-quality elixirs for conditioning, it will still take several months.
The two of them stood there for most of an hour, fighting to no avail. Do they want to fight tooth and nail?
"Senior Brother Bi seems to have used a blood sacrifice to stimulate the soul. Look, his eyes are bloodshot. It's definitely to the limit. If the beating continues, the soul will be seriously injured!"
"If we wait for one more stick of incense, if it doesn't work, we will ask the referee to force the end of the game. This game will be considered a draw. However, I think that guy surnamed Lin can't last for one stick of incense. Look at his face.
The redness is abnormal."
"Well, his soul power suddenly surged just now. He must have used some kind of secret method, and it is more powerful than the blood sacrifice soul-stimulating **. Generally speaking, the more powerful the secret method, the greater the side effects!"
After Lin Ming activated the pure soul power contained in the Sea of Spirits, the blood flow all over his body accelerated and his face turned flushed. To the disciples of the Illusion Sect, it looked like the sickly rosy color after using the soul-inducing secret technique.
"The incense stick is half gone, so how can Lin Ming still persist?" A disciple of the Illusion Sect said with a frown.
"Something seems wrong..."
The illusion sect disciple who spoke earlier frowned. The other party had been holding on for too long, but his soul power suddenly increased. There was no other explanation other than the soul-inducing secret method. Could it be that the other party had a set of top-quality soul-inducing techniques with no side effects?
Secret method?
This is absolutely impossible.
He immediately rejected this absurd idea. If there was such a secret method, wouldn't the warrior's soul power be endless?
At this moment, the female disciple next to him pointed and whispered, "Senior Brother Bi... he has a nosebleed."
"Um?"
When he looked back, he saw two streaks of red blood flowing out of Bi Tinghua's nose, which had already passed her mouth and was dripping down along her chin.
"Oops!"
"Stop the game quickly, the opponent is a lunatic who doesn't want his life!"
At this moment, Bi Tinghua swayed and fell to the ground on her back...
"Lin Mingsheng!"
With the referee's announcement, most of the audience had only one reaction. This boring game was finally over. From the beginning of the game, the two people locked eyes with each other for more than half an hour! There is something more than this.
A boring game?
Several disciples of the Huanzong ran to the stage. At this time, Bi Tinghua's face was pale, her eyes were bloodshot, her nostrils were bleeding, and she had lost consciousness.
"Carry it away."
A female disciple who looked to be in her twenties waved her hands. She had no favorable impression of Bi Tinghua, but she was, after all, one of the top three core disciples among the younger generation of the Fantasy Sect.
She took a deep look at Lin Ming, hoping to find out some of the side effects of using the soul-stirring secret technique on him, but she was disappointed.
She didn't believe that there was any soul-stirring technique with no side effects, so there was only one explanation. The other party had always had some energy left, and was just pretending to be exhausted to induce Bi Tinghua to fight with him.
The woman's face turned cold, "You could have won a long time ago, but you deliberately let Bi Tinghua fight you like this?"
Lin Ming originally turned around to leave, but when he heard the woman's question, he stopped in his tracks and looked back at the woman. He did not deny anything. The soul power sleeping in his spiritual sea could not be explained at all.
He pointed at Bi Tinghua, who was still lying on the ground, and said: "Whatever you think, but if the person lying on the ground now is me, you, my junior brother, may be happy to make me worse. I have no feelings for him at all.
He's become like this despite using a heavy hand. Is it the sequelae of using a certain secret method? It's just a competition, and he would rather activate a secret method with side effects to deal with me. How much hatred is there?"
The woman froze for a moment, completely unable to say anything to refute.
"I didn't force him to use any secret techniques. He asked for it on his own, but you blame me for harming him. Is this the logic of your Qixuan Valley Fantasy Sect? You are only allowed to bully others, and others are not allowed to resist?"
The woman gritted her teeth and said: "You obviously had ulterior motives to induce Bi Tinghua to do this! There is no point in us trying to show off our rhetoric here. After entering the finals, you will meet Junior Sister Huan Xiaodie, a direct disciple of the Huan Sect.
, I hope that when the time comes, you can fight like a man and don’t admit defeat before the fight begins!”
"Of course you don't need to worry about this." After Lin Ming finished speaking, he turned around and left.
The surrounding spectators all made way for Lin Ming. In fact, in the eyes of most people, Lin Ming's performance in this battle was not remarkable.
After fighting for more than half an hour, he barely defeated Bi Tinghua. During this period, Lin Ming's face turned pale and flushed. It was obvious that he was not easy either.
Lin Ming's strength is considered to be slightly higher than that of Bi Tinghua. How will this strength compare to Jingchan Yu?
The odds given by the gambling bureau are: Jingchan Jade pays 1.80 points, Jingchan Stone pays 2.1, and Lin Ming pays 4.00 points.
Because of the battle between Lin Ming and Bi Tinghua, Jingchanyu's odds have increased, while Lin Ming's odds have decreased, but in general, the majority of people are optimistic about Jingchanyu.
After all, Jing Chanyu has always maintained her composure from beginning to end, and even no opponent can force her to move. Who knows how much strength she used to deal with Zi Ling?
Lin Ming seemed to be close to his limit when facing Bi Tinghua. Unless he kept his trump card in that situation, the probability of defeating Jing Chanyu was slim.
After the five undefeated players from the seven groups competed one by one, the remaining contestants were nothing to watch. Although those who qualified in the first round were all experts, they were still far behind the previous few.
Already.
The group stage quickly progressed to the second round.
Fang Qi was the first to play, and his opponent was Zi Ling. To Fang Qi, whether it was Zhou Yan or Zi Ling, there was no difference at all to him.
After one move, he was defeated in seconds!
"Fang Qi wins!"
The referee announced, and Zi Ling sighed sadly. She originally expected to enter the first tier, but now she has lost two games in a row. If nothing else happens, she will still lose against that guy named Lin Ming in a few rounds!
"The second game of the second round..." The referee paused intentionally when he said this, and the players present all paid attention, because all the games were temporarily arranged by the referee team based on the performance of the players, so the players themselves did not know who they would face.
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"The second match, Lin Ming versus Jing Chanyu!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire audience was in an uproar. Lin Ming versus Jing Chanyu was definitely the most interesting match among the seven groups!
Zi Ling and Bi Tinghua, who had previously maintained a complete victory, have lost. Only Fang Qi, Jing Chanyu and Lin Ming are left with a complete victory. Whether it is Fang Qi versus Jing Chanyu or Fang Qi versus Lin Ming, in fact,
There is nothing interesting to see. In everyone's opinion, there is no suspense about Fang Qi's victory. His direct disciple is too strong. His own cultivation at the peak of pulse condensation is equivalent to the strength of a mid-term master the day after tomorrow. No one can shake it.
The most interesting and suspenseful one is the match between Jing Chanyu and Lin Ming!
In the opinion of most people, based on the current situation, the outcome of this game is 73, with Jingchan Yuqi and Lin Mingsan.
What the real situation is, we can only know after fighting.
With her clothes fluttering, Jing Chanyu tapped her slender feet and landed in the center of the ring, "Respect the disciple of Chan Kingdom, Jing Chanyu." She still wore a veil that kept her mysterious, and her voice seemed illusive and ethereal.
"Lin Ming, please advise." Lin Ming casually crossed his fists as a salute.
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