Chapter five hundred and twenty fourth successive challenges
The dazzling light on the field disappeared in a flash.
On the side of the ring, Chi Yangzi's figure emerged. The red-gold flames on his body dissipated, and he opened up and spurted out a large mouthful of blood. There was a deep scar on his chest, and blood swarmed out.
His face was extremely pale, and he shook his whole body, half-kneeling on the ground, holding the golden spear in his hand to prevent himself from falling.
On the other side of the ring, the blood on Fang Hui's body also dissipated, and the black helmet on his head "clicked" and shattered, revealing the face of an evil young man with a burn scar on both eyes and cheeks.
He put the blood-colored broad-backed giant sword on his shoulder, slowly turned around, and looked at Chi Yangzi.
"You are pretty good. If you challenge others, you may still have some opportunities. Unfortunately, you chose me." Fang Hui said coldly.
The corner of Chi Yangzi's mouth moved, but he said nothing.
"Fang Huisheng, Chi Yangzi's challenge failed!" In mid-air, the red-browed young man announced the result and waved his hand to open the ring.
Fang Hui straightened up and flew back to the far right side of the ring, returning to his original position.
Two green-robed figures immediately flew up from the ring, one on the left and one on the right, taking the seriously injured Chi Yangzi down.
There was a buzz of discussion under the arena, everyone was amazed at the powerful strength displayed by the top disciples.
Akariko lost the first battle, which made the challengers very weak. They looked at each other for a while and no one dared to play again.
The red-browed young man's eyes moved and he was about to take out the hourglass again.
At this moment, the figure flashed and a cyan figure appeared on the ring.
"I, Qing Changtian, challenge Senior Brother Tang Chengquan, who is ranked 95th." But it was Qing Changtian who stepped onto the ring.
Shi Mu's eyes flashed, Qing Changtian's movements were strange, and his strength was much higher than that of Chi Yangzi. He ranked twenty-seventh among the one hundred and eight of them. He didn't know what the result would be.
A bald young man with a golden copper ring on his wrist flew onto the ring and looked at Qing Changtian.
"Tsk, tsk, challenge me, you are a little too young!" Tang Chengquan, a young man with a bronze ring, shook his head and sneered.
"Please!" Qing Changtian put away his usual smile and said coldly.
"The competition begins!" The red-browed youth activated the protective restrictions of the arena and announced.
As soon as he finished speaking, Qing Changtian's figure blurred and disappeared from the stage.
The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared behind Tang Cheng's body, stabbing the opponent's back with a willow leaf knife.
The speed was so fast that it couldn't even be described as lightning, which made many people in the audience look stunned!
Tang Chengquan seemed to have no time to react at all and stood there blankly.
Qing Changtian's face was filled with joy, and the willow leaf dagger in his hand shone brightly. A cold light like flowing water appeared on the blade, and it stabbed the copper ring young man's back fiercely.
A muffled sound of "dong" came out!
Qing Changtian's expression changed, and the willow leaf knife in his hand was like a diamond being stabbed, unable to penetrate at all.
At this moment, Tang Chengquan moved his arm and turned into an afterimage, hitting Qing Changtian's chest.
"not good!"
Qing Changtian's expression changed, he stepped forward and dodged to the side very quickly.
A "bang" sound!
Qing Changtian's body flew out, rolled in mid-air before landing, his body staggered, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Although he tried his best to dodge just now, due to the close distance and Tang Chengquan's speed, he was not able to completely dodge. He was still slightly scratched and suffered some minor injuries.
Qing Changtian wiped away the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth and looked at the young man with the copper ring, his eyes became serious.
Tang Chengquan's figure had changed drastically at this moment, and a layer of bright golden light emerged from his body, condensing into a set of golden transparent armor.
The battle armor is composed of pieces of golden armor, covering every part of the person's skin, and even his head is covered with a golden helmet.
Golden dragon patterns appeared on each leaf, shining with bursts of golden light, as if countless golden dragons were slowly swimming, exuding an unstoppable power, standing proudly.
"It turned out that I was practicing the Dragon Pattern Golden Armor Technique! Although this technique is only an earth-level defensive secret technique, it needs to be integrated into the dragon's blood to temper the body during practice. The difficulty is not as difficult as some heaven-level secret techniques. Looking at this power, I have already practiced it.
It is rare to reach the realm of Dacheng." On the high platform, the white-bearded old man said.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt beside him nodded and said:
"The defensive power of this technique is indeed impressive. If Qing Changtian cannot explode with strength that surpasses the early stage of Heavenly Throne, I am afraid that he will not be able to break through this dragon-patterned golden armor."
On the stage, Qing Changtian looked pale and stared at the dragon-patterned armor on Tang Cheng's body, seeming to be thinking about a way to crack it.
"Junior Brother Qing, it's my turn now!" Tang Chengquan looked at Qing Changtian and said with a grin.
As soon as the word "ba" came out, his whole body turned into a dazzling golden light and rushed toward Qing Changtian at an extremely fast speed.
Qing Changtian's eyes flickered, he let out a long roar, his figure flickered, and turned into an afterimage, dodging the opponent's attack like catkins blown by the wind.
Tang Chengquan's face turned cold, he stepped on the ground suddenly, turned his body, and continued to pounce towards Qing Changtian.
Although he was fast, his movement skills were obviously far inferior to Qing Changtian's. He was easily dodged by Qing Changtian several times in a row.
"This Qing Changtian's physical skills are pretty good, almost as good as those of some thousand-year-old disciples." On the high platform, the middle-aged man in blue robe nodded with approval in his words.
"Although this guy has speed, he doesn't have any killing moves that are enough to break through the opponent's dragon-patterned golden armor. In the end, he will lose more than he wins." The white-bearded old man shook his head and said.
As soon as the two of them finished speaking, the situation in the ring suddenly changed.
Tang Chengquan, the young man with the copper ring, attacked several times without any effect. His eyes flashed, and he suddenly turned his hand and took off the golden ring on his arm, muttering something in his mouth.
The ring suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling golden light, and the next moment it disappeared from his hand without a trace.
When Qing Changtian saw this, he secretly said "No," and his body swayed and turned into an afterimage.
In a flash, the afterimage suddenly changed from one to three, flying in different directions.
There was a sneer on Tang Chengquan's face, he stopped speaking the curse and waved one hand.
The afterimage on the left flashed with golden light, and a golden ring suddenly appeared, covering the afterimage.
thump!
Qing Changtian's figure appeared, turned over and fell to the ground. His body was tightly trapped by the golden ring, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
At the same time, the other two afterimages also dissipated and turned into nothingness.
The figure flashed, Tang Chengquan appeared in front of Qing Changtian, with a golden dagger in his hand, he pointed at Qing Changtian's throat and said:
"How about it? Do you want to fight or not?"
Qing Changtian sighed and said, "I lost."
Only then did Tang Chengquan smile. The dragon-patterned armor on his body merged into his body in a flash. At the same time, the golden ring flew down from Qing Changtian's body and landed in the hands of the young man with the copper ring.
"Qing Changtian's challenge failed, the winner is Tang Chengquan!" The red-browed young man announced the result in mid-air.
There was an uproar under the arena.
"Even Qing Changtian was defeated. The strength of the upper-level disciple is so terrifying!"
"These old disciples are not easy to win. It seems that no one can successfully challenge this year."
On the platform, the other challengers looked at each other in confusion. The Wuzhi brothers, Jiang Shuishui and others who had not yet taken action did not look very good, and they felt like retreating in their hearts.
Qing Changtian is already considered the best among them. In the entry trial, he was already ranked second, second only to Zhao Jian who was ranked first. He only challenged the higher-ranking disciples who were ranked lower.
Such a disastrous failure.
"Hehe, if you want to challenge us with only such a small amount of strength, you are overestimating your capabilities. The strength of this generation is much inferior to that of the previous one." Among the crowd of high-ranking disciples opposite, there was a curly-haired young man ranked ninth.
He said coldly, with a sarcastic look on his face.
Several people around the curly-haired young man also let out a burst of sneers. Their eyes looking at the opposite person were full of disdain. Even those who were originally a little wary, their eyes were far less solemn at this moment than before.
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On the nearby high platform, the people, including the three guardians, all had silent expressions on their faces. They did not say anything to stop the situation below, and seemed to intend to condone the conflicts among the disciples.
All the challengers had angry looks on their faces, but when they thought about their recent achievements, they couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Some people who were originally very ambitious also had hesitant and struggling looks in their eyes.
Shi Mu glanced at the curly-haired young man, then set his sights on the Qinglan Monument, and found that the curly-haired young man's name was Shangguan Xin.
He looked at the person next to him and shook his head slightly.
It was understandable that Chi Nizi and Qing Changtian lost in the two matches just now. There was something wrong with Chi Nizi's fighting style, and Qing Changtian was just unlucky. The challenger just happened to restrain him. In fact, according to his observation,
The upper-level disciples are not as powerful as these challengers think.
"Zhao is not talented and wants to challenge Senior Brother Shangguan." A voice suddenly sounded, but it was Zhao Ji.
His body swayed and he landed on the ring.
There was a lot of discussion near the ring. You must know that this Shangguan Xin is ranked ninth among the top disciples, and his strength is far above Fang Hui and Tang Chengquan just now.
Shangguan Xin's face sank, his figure swayed, and he flew onto the ring.
"Okay, you dare to challenge me. You are very courageous. I don't care whether you have practiced the Nine Transformations Mysterious Technique or not. Anyone who dares to challenge me will always face death." Shangguan Xin said coldly with a hint of a sinister smile in his eyes.
Zhao Ji acted as if he had not heard what the other party said, and just looked at Shangguan Xin expressionlessly.
Zhao Ji, who was the first disciple ten years ago and now the first in the knockout round, threatened to challenge Shangguan Xin, and there was a frenzy at the gambling bureau, with people placing bets one after another.
Shi Mu used his spiritual power and discovered that the odds between the two were surprisingly similar.
At this moment, in the arena, Zhao Ji and Shangguan Xin had already begun to fight fiercely.
The black light flashed in Shangguan Xin's hand, and two black sledgehammers appeared, emitting astonishing spiritual energy fluctuations. They were a pair of top-quality spiritual weapons.
There seemed to be something special mixed in it, exuding an extremely ferocious aura.
He muttered something in his mouth, and the two black sledgehammers shone brightly, and in a flash they grew a lot bigger. Then he shouted in his mouth, waved his arms, and the two sledgehammers swung like flying, turning into two black hurricanes, heading towards Zhao Ji.