"I'm not a disciple of Maoshan, but I know how to do this! Wu Jian, use your skills to press the bottom of the box. Otherwise, even if I don't want to kill you, you will definitely die under the palm of the giant spirit!"
Fu Yang's voice suddenly turned cold, his eyes were stern and condescending!
Wu Jian was intimidated by his momentum, and for the first time a trace of fear and regret appeared in his heart.
"Maybe... I am really too arrogant? Shouldn't I act so domineering?"
He remembered that before going down the mountain, his master actually warned him: Don't be too domineering in your conduct, otherwise even if Laoshan is one of the three giants of Taoism, he will not be able to protect him in every possible way.
"No! I am the best among the young disciples of Laoshan, I can't lose!"
Wu Jian drove these distracting thoughts out of his mind, and the fine steel magic sword in his hand moved.
Huhuhu...
When he swung it, cold light shot out, and the sword energy was everywhere.
The sword gang that had become lighter and thinner reappeared, wrapping the magic sword. It was sharp and powerful!
"Your name is Fu Yang, right? I admit that you are very strong! But with my peerless Taoist skills in Laoshan, you can only bow down and worship."
"Let you see the first change of Beidou Sword Prison! Beidou Yao Light Sword Pojun!"
Hooray, hooray!
There were waves of sword sounds trembling and buzzing, harsh metal friction, and collision sounds.
The Beidou Sword Prison actually disintegrated on its own at this time, and the countless sword shadows that formed the "cage" were densely squeezed together, connected end to end, like huge "stegodragons"!
Shaking his head and tail, he was full of momentum.
As Beidou Sword Prison disappeared, the onlookers near the ring once again saw clearly the scene of the duel between the two. And then... they were collectively shocked!
In front of Wujian, countless translucent sword shadows gathered to form the only "giant sword".
It is three feet long and more than ten feet wide. It shines with cold silver light, exuding astonishing power.
Fu Yang's side was equally astonishing.
He saw a huge lifelike palm floating in the sky in front of him!
It's so vivid that even the palm prints can be vaguely seen, exuding a domineering and domineering aura.
"Oh my God! This, this is the palm of the Maoshan Sect's giant spirit!"
"Is this the legendary palm of the giant spirit? It seems that like the Beidou Sword Prison, it is also an undisclosed secret in the Taoist sect."
"That's right! Although the Maoshan Technique and Laoshan Technique are also widely spread among the people, even if they are not disciples of the sect, they are all very good. However, this level of magic cannot be learned by civilian practitioners..."
"Is this kid also pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger? In fact, he is a core disciple of the Maoshan sect?"
Just when everyone was astonished, the two people on the ring finally completed their strongest move so far!
Of course, if Fu Yang really tried his best, he would directly explode the ghost path and turn the martial sword into rubbish in an instant.
But if that happens, it will be exposed that he is a descendant of Ghost Dao. I don’t know how much trouble he will cause...I am afraid that the three giants of Dao Sect will send people to hunt him down!
So at this moment, the Maoshan magic giant palm that he learned from the "Unknown Taoist Book" given to him by Wei Ke is the best skill.
"Fu Yang, you should be proud of being defeated by my Beidou Yao's lightsaber!"
"Wu Jian, Maoshan Technique is much more famous than your Laoshan Technique. One palm of the giant spirit will definitely break the transformation of your Laoshan Sword Prison!"
While the two were talking, they finally used their respective Taoist techniques.
This is an upright show of strength!
The huge silver lightsaber roared towards us with its fierce sword blade.
The huge flesh-colored palm suddenly slapped forward, a hurricane swept across, and strong winds blew in the arena.
boom!!!
It was as if a thunderbolt struck the arena, causing a loud noise that shook the sky and the earth.
Beidou Yao's lightsaber and the giant spirit's palm collided with each other, and then exploded at the same time, with billowing air waves and a terrifying sound.
Under the shocked eyes of the melon-eaters, Wu Jian and Fu Yang were both shaken and flew five or six meters backwards, falling to the ground.
Who's winning?!
Everyone held their breath and looked at the two people lying on the ring.
Fu Yang's appearance at this time was extremely miserable.
He was covered in blood, and almost no part of his clothes, pants, or skin was in good condition!
Beidou Sword Prison was originally composed of sword shadow and sword energy, a 360-degree covering attack. Although he resisted 90% of it with all his strength, the remaining 10% was not fatal, but it also cut his clothes into pieces.
rag strips.
It looks like two hundred and fifty times more miserable than a beggar.
Even the underwear is so looming, revealing the shape of a big bird that is the envy of the melon-eaters!
Wu Jian's appearance looks much better.
Except for the broken jade hairpin on his head, which was disheveled and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, the clothes on his body were still relatively intact. Although he was very embarrassed, he was not as miserable as Fu Yang...
The black-faced law enforcer was suspended in mid-air, frowning, staring at the two life-and-death fighters below.
Who will get up first and give the opponent a fatal blow?
"Cough cough cough... It hurts so much! Damn you bastard."
Fu Yang suddenly uttered a Northeastern swear word he learned online and stood up unsteadily. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his right hand and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.
He walked step by step towards Wu Jian who was still lying on the ground...
Although it is slow, it is very stable!
Obviously, it was Fu Yang who won in the end!!!
The place under the ring boiled instantly, like a dynamite barrel being lit.
Although noise is prohibited in the Ghost Market as a whole, except near the arena during the life and death battle.
"It's actually this guy who is a private cultivator who won? It's simply unbelievable!"
"Did I witness the birth of a monastic genius?"
"The civilian cultivators actually defeated the core disciples of Laoshan? And they defeated a real person before they were even taught. How many years has this not happened?"
"Yes! The last time such a thing was confirmed to have happened was more than twenty years ago."
"That's amazing, my brother! Dali works miracles. Did Dali drink too much?"
It seems that among the people who eat melons, there are also young and funny monks like Fu Yang and Ah Huang... who even shout out that miracles can be achieved with great force.
Ah Huang and Mr. Xiong made a "yeah" gesture, which was so satisfying that they didn't want it anymore.
Sonorous!
Fu Yang pulled out the Laoshan fine steel magic sword that had fallen on the ring when the sword was knocked away just now, walked up to him, and gently touched his heart with the tip of the sword.
Looking at him condescendingly.
"Are you... giving up?"
Ahem...
Wu Jian spat out a large mouthful of blood, smiled bitterly and said nothing.
He forcibly cast the Beidou Sword Prison, and also used its first transformation technique: Beidou Yao Light Sword Pojun!
This was already regardless of the physical limits. But we still lost.
Nothing to say.
"In a life-and-death battle in the ring, Fu Yang, a private cultivator, won! As long as he is still in the ring, everything about Wu Jian belongs to him. No matter property, life, or even soul! This kind of deprived power is protected by the rules of the ghost market."
The black-faced law enforcer in the sky made a ruthless voice and landed slowly. It gave Fu Yang the power to control Wu Jian's life and death... (first update)