Xu Zimo is generally optimistic about people who create their own martial arts or exercises.
Because what the world needs is fresh blood.
What is needed is strong people who will find their own way.
Rather than always practicing what the older generation left behind.
If everyone is like this, then how can all flowers bloom in practice?
So when Xu Zimo heard the words "A hundred soldiers reach the sky", he naturally wanted to take a look.
………
Po Jun's eyes were slightly closed.
The powerful force around him is constantly pouring on himself.
He has tempered his body for countless years and tempered it into countless weapons. At this moment, there was a dim light surging from them.
"This guy is crazy. He has condensed all the soul of his weapon."
"He will die if he does this. These geniuses are all crazy."
The audience below didn't understand and started talking about it.
This spirit is the essence of the weapon.
It can be said that without the soul, a weapon is like scrap metal.
It just rotted and shattered.
And you must know that Po Jun is a weapon in itself.
In doing so, he was risking his life.
"No wonder you said this move is imperfect," Xu Zimo said in a low voice.
"I'm afraid you haven't found anything that can replace the soul."
Because if you use this move once, it will be fatal.
So Po Jun has never used it in front of others.
When all the souls were condensed, Po Jun looked like a dying old man at this moment.
He aged a hundred years in an instant.
His broken body was still there, and it was already somewhat difficult to move.
Black hair turns into white hair.
But there was no panic on his face, only a slight smile, only relief.
Because above his head, countless spirits condensed into the shape of a gun.
"I like Qiang very much, the leader of a hundred soldiers."
Po Jun struggled to stand up.
He smiled and said: "Today, I will live and die with the gun."
He held a gun in his right hand, and at this moment, Po Jun's figure gradually became blurry.
The spear moved and poked directly at Xu Zimo.
The tip of the spear glowed with endless sharpness.
The void shattered, and roaring sounds continued.
Po Jun's figure also dissipated little by little as the gun moved rapidly.
Until finally, it completely disappeared.
Between heaven and earth, there is only one shot.
At this moment, Xu Zimo put away Ba Ying. He no longer defended, but wanted to test the gun with his own body.
Try its power.
This broken army used up all his life to strike, a brilliant strike.
There was a "boom" sound.
In the eyes of all the viewers, the spear passed through Xu Zimo's heart, and then his soul disappeared bit by bit between heaven and earth.
Xu Zimo's figure stagnated in place.
"This man is looking for death."
“I am too arrogant, thinking that because I am strong, I can ignore others.
He didn't even defend himself at all, so he deserved to die."
Almost no one thought highly of Xu Zimo.
Even Xiao Anshan frowned slightly.
He didn't understand why Xu Zimo did this.
At the same time, he secretly wondered if he could withstand the shot if he was put on the ring without defense.
The final result could only make Xiao Anshan shake his head.
he can not.
Therefore, he stared at Xu Zimo motionlessly.
I want to see if the other person is really capable or just arrogant.
"It'll be okay," Shangguanxian grabbed Liu Huohuo's palm and comforted him.
Zhang Hengzhi also stared wide-eyed.
…………
When that shot disappeared between heaven and earth.
Xu Zimo's chest also bloomed like a rose, with blood seeping out.
Xu Zimo closed his eyes slightly and fell directly on the ring.
There was a "bang" sound.
The surroundings fell silent again.
"Are these two people dead?"
"Then what's the verdict? A draw?"
"If this is the case, doesn't it mean that the final battle will be between Shangguanxian and Xiao Anshan.
Then there will be no suspense in the game."
Everyone was talking a lot, just as the referee was preparing to pronounce the verdict.
Suddenly a cough sounded on the ring.
Xu Zimo yawned and slowly stood up.
"Oh my god, this person is not dead yet.
The spirit spear penetrated the heart and shattered the soul, how could he not die?"
"Everyone, I disappoint you," Xu Zimo smiled.
He thought to himself: "Fortunately, I just opened the eternal life gate of the Three Lives Gate."
This shot is really strong.
The tens of thousands of troops that Po Jun has gathered together for hundreds of years are truly extraordinary.
It's a pity that the level of the two people is very different.
Xu Zimo has become a saint.
But Pojun cannot reach the realm of the Great Emperor.
It would be more fun if the two of them were at the same level.
"Referee, why don't you speak?" Xu Zimo asked.
The referee came back from the silence.
He said somewhat gloomily: "Xu Zimo wins."
As he walked off the ring, the way everyone looked at him changed.
"Xiao'an Mountain is in danger now."
This is a common thought among almost everyone.
Even though Xiao Anshan has always been invincible among the younger generation in the Chaos Fire Territory.
But the appearance of Xu Zimo still made many people start to waver in their hearts.
………
"A very exciting game." At this moment, someone in the crowd watching the game suddenly applauded.
The applause is particularly conspicuous.
Everyone looked back and saw a burly old man applauding.
"It's the leader of the Bing Sect, Ning Changhong."
Someone instantly recognized the old man's identity.
"He is applauding like this, even his own holy son has been killed."
"This may be the demeanor of a strong man."
Ning Changhong stepped forward step by step and came to Xu Zimo's side.
He smiled and said, "Pojun didn't lose unjustly."
"The disciples of the Bing Zong are very good," Xu Zimo also smiled.
"One general's achievements make thousands of bones dry up. After all, there is only one general, and everyone else is just bones," Ning Changhong sighed.
Because their Holy Son Pojun has now been reduced to bones.
Although he feels uncomfortable, he is not someone who cannot afford to lose.
After congratulating Xu Zimo, he left.
The footsteps of leaving were heavy.
Even a little old.
Since the six-to-three competition is over, the next competition will naturally be three-to-one.
Xu Zimo, Shangguanxian and Xiao Anshan will eventually decide on the top three.
Originally, the onlookers wanted to see the battle between the three.
Unexpectedly, Shangguanxian immediately admitted defeat as soon as he came on stage.
She believed that she was no match for Xu Zimo and Xiao Anshan, and quitting now would ensure her strength.
He can also win third place and have the qualification to go to the origin of the Fire Ancestor.
Why not do it.
Shangguanxian retreated, and only Xu Zimo and Xiao Anshan were left in the arena.
"I have been waiting for this battle for a long time," Xiao Anshan said seriously.
He held a sword in his hand, and the aura around him was constantly fluctuating.
"Oh," Xu Zimo nodded flatly.
"It's just that you are no challenge to me."
"Have you always been so arrogant?" Xiao Anshan asked.
"It would be more accurate to say confident than arrogant."
Xu Zimo smiled and said: "Because I am invincible."
