At the same time, somewhere in the Hall of Fantasy Palace, which was dozens of feet in size, another fierce battle was going on.
At a glance, the entire hall is filled with mountains of blue stick shadows, stacked one on top of another, as endless as the vast ocean.
The source of all this is the shadow of a man whose entire body is wrapped in blue light, hanging in mid-air above the hall.
This man, who is thirty years old, holds a blue spiritual stick in his expressionless hands, and seems to be dancing in a ball randomly, but the shadow of the huge stick below seems to be rhythmic with his dancing.
Changeable.
At the same time, two human figures were suddenly among the turbulent stick shadows below. They were flashing and moving, desperately urging the spiritual weapons in their hands, trying their best to resist the waves.
One of them was a rather tall young man with purple eyes flashing. If Liu Ming were here, he would be able to recognize him at a glance as Zang Xuan, a young man from a foreign race.
His whole body was surrounded by a layer of earth-yellow light curtain that seemed to be real, but the light curtain seemed to have been hit by many sticks and showed signs of instability. In the other hand, he held a hand that was as tall as a person.
The khaki round shield was criss-crossed with several deep stick marks, and there were several dense cracks around it, but fortunately it did not break immediately.
But when he saw where Zang Xuan's violet eyes were sweeping, the roaring stick figure suddenly slowed down slightly, and then, as his stature became shorter, he barely managed to avoid it.
But at the next moment, the shadow of the stick on the other side had arrived. Zangxuan couldn't avoid it, so he had to block it with the round shield in his hand.
A series of muffled sounds of "bang" and "bang" came.
Three deep stick marks suddenly appeared on the yellow round shield, and several cracks extended to both ends.
Seeing this, Zangxuan couldn't help but smile helplessly.
Although the humanoid phantom beast in front of him is only in the middle stage of crystallization, its strength is obviously far inferior to that of ordinary crystallization in the early stage, and the round shield spiritual weapon in his hand is obviously not able to withstand several such attacks.
And once he loses the protection of the buckler, the consequences will be even more disastrous, but at the moment, there seems to be no other way.
Under the shadow of sticks all over the sky, with his strong cultivation, he could barely resist. He couldn't even think of fighting back, and getting out of the trap was beyond his reach.
Fighting alongside him on the other side was a short, fat young man with green eyes and wearing a green robe. However, his condition at this moment was a bit worse than Zangxuan's.
But he saw that his body was already covered in scars, and his left arm was hanging weakly to one side, unable to move at all.
There was already a hint of despair in this man's eyes. If it weren't for the low-grade jet-black ghost sword in his right hand and the top-quality soft armor he wore in his body, he would have died under the whirling shadow of the stick.
On the spot.
Suddenly, he raised the jet-black ghost sword in his hand, and suddenly several jet-black swords that were about ten feet long flew out with a "chichi" sound in the air. They slashed most of the blue stick shadows that were coming towards him.
It was broken, but there was still a small amount of stick shadow pouring in from the gap in the sword light.
The short and fat young man shouted loudly, his eyes flashed with green light, and his body suddenly turned like a gyro. Apparently he wanted to use his body in soft armor to catch the stick figure in front of him.
"Bang" sound!
As soon as the body of the short and fat young man came into contact with the stick shadow, a sudden flash of green light submerged the blue stick shadow. After the green light converged again, the blue stick shadow disappeared without a trace.
The pudgy young man's face suddenly turned pale. It was obvious that even with the protection of soft armor, the shadow of the stick would still have a considerable impact on him.
After another half a cup of tea, the earthy yellow light curtain that enveloped Zangxuan became a little lighter. It already looked a bit shaky, and the round shield in his hand was on the verge of breaking.
The short and fat young man's face was as pale as paper, and a trace of blood was secreted from the corner of his mouth. He was obviously seriously injured. The look of despair in his eyes was replaced by a kind of madness at this moment, and the dark ghost sword in his hand was aimless.
He was hacked indiscriminately and looked even more miserable.
At this moment, the young man above the hall seemed to have lost his patience. His eyes flashed blue, and his figure blurred before disappearing from where he was.
Immediately afterwards, the giant wave-like stick shadows from all directions below suddenly changed in momentum, and suddenly rolled towards the center with a density several times greater than before, with a roaring sound.
Before the shadow of the stick hit them, an invisible force appeared in the void around them, which felt like it would crush the two of them into flesh.
The sounds of "bang" and "bang" came one after another.
In the huge waves, the young man's figure suddenly turned into a dozen phantoms as he swayed, looming, and the blue stick shadow hit the two yellow and green figures like raindrops.
In an instant, Zang Xuan and the two received countless blows, and their bodies were beaten so hard that they were suspended in the air and unable to fall.
After a few breaths, the stick shadow in the sky suddenly retracted and turned into a long blue stick again, flying back to the expressionless young shadow's hands.
"Boom" and "boom" twice!
Zangxuan and the short, fat young man, who had been beaten almost out of shape, fell heavily to the ground.
At this moment, the body-protecting light curtain on Zangxuan's body had long disappeared, and the earth-yellow round shield that originally protected his body was shattered and disappeared.
Although he tried his best to protect the vital parts of his body during the blow just now, but at this moment, countless bones in his body have been broken. Deep depressions can be clearly seen everywhere, and his body is completely unable to move at all.
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The pudgy young man on the side was in even worse condition. A big hole had been stabbed in his chest, and the internal organs inside seemed to have been smashed to pieces. The vitality exuded was extremely weak.
As soon as the two bodies landed on the ground, two green rays of light emerged from their arms. As soon as the light flashed, their bodies disappeared from the hall in an instant, leaving behind various colored beads on the ground.
There are more than three hundred.
The young man's shadow just made a move with one hand, and all the beads flashed towards him.
…
On the wasteland outside the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace, there is still a scene of a sea of people, and the number of people is much larger than when it was opened.
At this moment, two green light groups suddenly lit up in the air in an open space outside the palace. After the light dissipated, two figures, one purple and one green, appeared and fell straight down.
Surprisingly, it was Zangxuan and the short, fat young man who had just gone through a tough battle.
The moment Zangxuan was teleported, he seemed to regain some clarity. During the fall, he opened his eyes with difficulty. After opening his mouth and spitting out another mouthful of blood, he found that he had been teleported out of the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace, with a face on his face.
He suddenly showed a look of joy, then fell to the ground with a "bang", his neck tilted and he fainted again.
The pudgy young man who fell next to him, the moment he hit the ground, the remaining ray of life finally drifted away, lying motionless in a pool of blood, looking as if he could no longer die.
"Isn't this... this person the first person to enter the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace on the first day?"
"That short, fat man seems to be an inner disciple of the Five Ghost Sect in Beiliang Mountain!"
"Tsk, tsk, it looks really dangerous inside. He was beaten like this. He's probably going to be crippled even if he's not dead."
Among the onlookers, some people immediately recognized Zang Xuan and the short and fat young man. Some people who could not pass the colorful stairs before but were still unwilling to leave began to gloat.
Just when everyone was talking about it, a little green light lit up on the arms of Zangxuan and Xuan. In a flash, they flew away into the distance like meteors passing through the sky.
"It's a fragment of the Blue Dome Sky Mirror!"
Someone immediately screamed in surprise, and those who moved quickly jumped into the air and started chasing after him.
Everyone's attention was immediately diverted from Zang Xuan and the others.
However, at this moment, after several muffled "bang" sounds, three huge auras appeared out of thin air in the sky, and then three rays of light flashed from the nearby void, including a green rainbow and a black aura.
After a blur, each of them quickly caught up with a fragment of the Blue Dome Sky Mirror.
The third wave of white light caught nothing because it was a little slower.
The next moment, a wave of water ripples appeared in the void. After a period of distortion and blur, three figures emerged out of thin air at the same time, presenting a triangular confrontation.
One of them is a green-faced man who looks like a zombie, with a stiff face and long dry hair hanging casually on his shoulders.
The other person was a boy who looked to be no more than twelve or thirteen years old. He had red lips and white teeth and was dressed in a gray robe. He was clearly the Haoyue boy from Cuiyun Peak of Taiqing Sect.
Both of them were holding a dull, old lens in their hands, looking at each other coldly.
As for the third person who had his hands behind his back, it was the white-haired old man from the Qianhui Merchant Alliance who had appeared at the auction in Changyangfang City before.
People who originally wanted to chase the fragments, but seeing such a formation, immediately fell back to where they were in anger.
The noisy crowd nearby also looked at each other in confusion.
"I didn't expect that fellow Daoist Haoyue from the Taiqing Sect and Dean Dai from the Haoran Academy would be here. Ruan is disrespectful." The white-haired old man failed to grab the fragment of the Blue Dome Sky Mirror, but he didn't show much annoyance on his face. Apparently,
He was very good at nourishing qi, and said with a smile towards the two of them.
The boy Haoyue and the green-faced man glanced at each other, with a trace of fear flashing in their eyes, but they did not want to be rude and each returned a salute to the white-haired old man.
"Fellow Daoist Ruan is also here. Could it be that he is also here for the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace?" Haoyue Boy said.
"Whoever comes here at this time is not here for the Blue Dome Fantasy Palace. Could it be that they have come all the way here to join in the fun?" Before the white-haired old man could speak, the green-faced man sneered.
"That's what Fellow Daoist Dai said, but I don't know who spent eight million spirit stones to buy a piece of Xuan Qingshi twenty years ago in Xuanyuan City, and was still happy for a long time. At that time, naturally this person could not just be regarded as a
Just joining in the fun." Boy Haoyue was not angry when he heard this, but said with a hehe.
(Oh my god, the fourth update is finally done!) (To be continued...)