Chapter five hundred and thirty second evenly matched
The golden dragon's blood-red eyes were shining with cold light, staring at Zhao Jian motionlessly.
An invisible chilling aura instantly spread across the field. After transforming into a five-clawed golden dragon, Long Zhanye's mid-stage aura also came out, causing everyone under the ring to exclaim again.
At this moment, among the top ten high-ranking disciples, only Ling Feng could still maintain some composure, while the others had more or less surprised looks on their faces.
Shi Mu withdrew his gaze from the golden dragon and immediately looked at Zhao Jian, with a look of contemplation on his face. He didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhao Jian frowned slightly, but the expression on his face did not change much. He slowly moved the purple giant ax in his hand in front of him, assuming a fighting posture.
I saw the golden dragon snorting, spitting out two dragon breaths, then opening its mouth wide, and a golden flame surged out from the mouth, turning into a thick spiral fire pillar, rushing straight towards Zhao Jian.
The speed was so fast that he was less than ten feet away from Zhao Ji in the blink of an eye!
At this moment, Zhao Jian was holding the ax with one hand and holding the ax with the other hand, blocking the purple giant ax in front of him like a shield.
Raging flames poured down, all surging on the purple ax. The flames surged from the ax surface to the surroundings, causing the temperature around the entire arena to rise a lot.
In just the blink of an eye, the surface of the purple giant ax turned red, and the center was burned to a slightly transparent state. I was afraid that within a few moments, this spiritual weapon would be burned to waste by the Panlong True Fire.
At this moment, the black light on Zhao Jian's right arm suddenly lit up, and soon spread up, wrapping the entire purple giant axe.
Everyone saw that the red color on the purple giant ax quickly receded, and even the golden flames spurting on it also attenuated a lot, and the temperature around the ring also dropped a bit.
Seeing this, the golden dragon hovering in mid-air let out a roar and swept its giant tail downwards.
Zhao Jian was caught off guard and was swept into the air by the giant tail.
His hands were tied to his side by the dragon's tail, and the purple giant ax also fell, and he was unable to escape for a while.
The golden dragon roared, and the force on its tightly curled tail suddenly increased.
Zhao Jian heard the sound of friction against the golden scales of the dragon's tail in his ears, and felt a squeezing force as heavy as a mountain on his body.
At the same time, his body was squeezed, and every inch of his bones made a "clicking" sound of friction. His originally fair face also turned red, as if he was about to bleed.
In mid-air, the red-browed young man as the referee frowned, and was hesitating whether to step forward and stop the fight. Suddenly, a low roar of a beast came from the field.
"Ouch!"
Zhao Jian, who was about to be squeezed and twisted, suddenly looked up to the sky and let out an angry roar. His face became more blood-red, and two golden lights lit up in his eyes.
Seeing this situation, Shi Mu was greatly shocked.
Under his gaze, Zhao Jian's clothes were torn apart inch by inch, pieces of strong muscles bulged rapidly, and countless thick, long, and thick silver hairs grew on his skin, including his face.
Its mouth had sharp white teeth, and two long and thick fangs extended from between its lips and teeth. Its fingers also grew long sharp claws. In just a moment, it turned into a white giant ape that was over ten feet tall.
There is a faint blue light in both eyes.
"Shitou, what's going on with that white giant ape? Why is it so similar to you?" Cai'er asked via voice transmission.
"This Zhao Jian may also have white ape essence and blood integrated into his body." Shi Mu pondered for a moment and replied.
After transforming into a giant ape, Zhao Jian's momentum surged, and he immediately opened the golden dragon's restraints, opened his big hand, and grabbed the golden dragon's tail.
I saw the giant golden dragon's tail suddenly retracted, its body suddenly turned around, and it suddenly rushed into the sky close to the body of the white giant ape.
When one of its giant claws danced, it suddenly grabbed the white ape's chest and brought up a bunch of blood flowers.
"Ouch!"
The white ape felt pain, roared, took a big step, and jumped into the air. His arms stretched out like lightning, grabbed the tail of the golden dragon, pulled it down suddenly, and pulled it out of the air.
Pulled it off.
"Bang" a loud noise!
As soon as the golden dragon landed, the white giant ape jumped up again, clenched his fist with his left hand, wrapped in white light, and struck it on the head with a huge force.
"Boom!"
There was another loud noise, and more than half of the already dilapidated arena collapsed.
However, when the smoke and dust subsided a little, there was no golden dragon in the collapsed ruins, which aroused everyone present to be extremely surprised.
"Jie Jie!"
At this time, on the other side of the ring, a strange laughter suddenly came from.
Everyone saw Long Zhanye, who had transformed into a human body again, standing there covered in blood, with a ferocious smile on his lips, looking at the white ape not far away.
His left hand was still in the shape of a claw, and there was still some blood on the fingertips, which belonged to Zhao Jian.
"That's right! The Nine Transformations Mysterious Skill is really good, but that's the end of it!" Long Zhanye spat out a mouthful of blood and said this.
As soon as he finished speaking, his fingers were stained with Zhao Jian's blood, and he quickly drew a complex zigzag pattern on his heart. Then he recited an obscure secret spell in his mouth, and grabbed his heart with one claw.
"Pfft" the five fingers penetrated the vagina, penetrated deep into the heart, and blood spattered out.
"Ouch!"
A heart-rending howl suddenly rang out in the middle of the arena, but it didn't come from Long Zhanye, but from Zibai Yuan's mouth.
Just as Bai Yuan flew up, he suddenly fell heavily from mid-air, covering his heart with a look of pain and struggle on his face.
"Boom"
"Dong...dong"
A drum-like sound sounded in the ears of everyone present at the same time.
"Is this... Zhao Jian's heartbeat?" Shi Mu frowned slightly, feeling startled.
As this sound sounded, the hearts of everyone present seemed to beat with this rhythm, and a feeling of boredom and nausea suddenly arose.
Shi Mu frowned and quickly circulated his inner energy to protect his heart.
After a while, the "dong dong" sound not only did not weaken, but became more intense, like a thunderous sound exploding in the ears.
On the ring, the white giant ape struggled to stand up, but after taking two steps towards this side, he fell down again. Two lines of blood slowly seeped out from his eyes as he looked at the dragon warrior.
The weaker disciples around the arena hurriedly retreated, and the slower ones began to see blood from their eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
At this moment, the middle-aged man in blue shirt, one of the three guardians, who was sitting on the green ring, suddenly flashed and appeared on the battle ring.
I saw his hands folded in front of his chest, blue light surged around his body, and a huge blue-light Pisces pattern appeared under his hands, spinning towards the ring and shrouding it down.
As soon as this layer of blue light fell, it instantly enveloped the entire arena.
At the same time, the sound of the heartbeat suddenly disappeared from the ears of the disciples around the arena, and the pain in their hearts immediately disappeared, as if it had never appeared before.
However, the white ape in the ring was not so lucky. He only felt bursts of tearing pain from his heart, his eyes were blood red, and even his consciousness became blurred.
Suddenly, he gritted his steel teeth and slammed his fists on the ground. His body was shaken and he lifted up several feet. He raised his head and let out an angry roar in the direction of Long Zhanye.
"Ouch!"
Along with this roar, circles of air flow visible to the naked eye suddenly flew towards Long Zhanye.
Long Zhanye's right hand still pierced his chest like a claw, and his face was as pale as paper. It was obvious that he was not feeling well after using this secret technique of mind control.
Faced with the White Ape's attack, he was ultimately unable to resist. He was shaken by the fluctuations in the airflow, and his body suddenly flew out and fell to the ground.
At the same time, the white ape's raised head lowered again, his body softened, and he fell heavily to the ground together with Long Zhanye not far away.
As soon as Qifang fell to the ground, the light on his body flashed, and his figure quickly shrank, changing into Zhao Jian's appearance again.
Before the red-browed young man could make a move, the middle-aged man in blue shirt had already flown onto the ring.
With a wave of his palm, a light blue light like water waves covered the ground, enveloping Zhao Jian and the two of them.
"In this round, Zhao Jian and Long Zhanye both fought to the point of exhaustion. It is considered a draw, and both of them maintain their original rankings."
After the man in blue shirt said this, regardless of the reaction of everyone in the room, he waved his sleeves and robe, rolled up the two people who had fainted, stepped into a blue vortex, and then disappeared with a sway.
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After the three people left, there was an explosion around the ring, and there was a lot of discussion everywhere. Obviously, no one expected that the outcome would be like this.
Not only under the arena, but also among the one hundred and eight high-ranking disciples, many people were whispering among themselves and discussing in low voices.
Shi Mu looked at the arena where he had just fought fiercely, his eyes flashed, and he fell into deep thought.
As the referee, the red-browed young man was stunned for a while before he came back to his senses. He glanced around and let out a loud shout:
"quiet!"
As the sound rang out, an invisible coercion instantly swept towards the disciples around the arena.
There was a commotion in the crowd at first, and then it quickly became quiet.
"The last round has ended. Is there anyone else who wants to take the initiative to challenge next?" the red-browed young man asked loudly.
There was silence among the remaining high-ranking disciples on the stage. Some of them looked at Shi Mu hesitantly, but in the end they still did not dare to challenge him.
"If no one challenges after ten breaths, I will announce the official end of the third round of trials." After a while, the red-browed young man said.
As soon as he finished speaking, the queue fell silent.
The red-browed young man didn't say anything to urge him, he just hung in the air and waited quietly.
Time passed breath by breath, until the eighth breath passed, and suddenly someone in the queue took a big step and walked out.
"Disciple Shi Mu, number thirty-seven, challenges the second-ranked senior brother Ling Feng." Shi Mu turned around and said to the person on the far left of the queue.
As soon as his words came out, a commotion broke out again in the crowd that had just been quiet for a while, and voices of discussion came and went:
"Are all the new disciples of this class crazy? One of them tied for the top spot on the Qinglan Ranking, and the other came to challenge for the second spot?" Someone shouted in the audience.
"Isn't this boy Shi Mu too dazzled by his previous victory?"
"Perhaps he still has some hidden tricks? At first glance, this kid is the best at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger!"