Chapter Two Hundred and Five Dao Demon Competition
Soon, a young Demon Sect disciple entered the circle. He clasped his fists and saluted, and said, "This time, I'm going to challenge you, until the point is reached, which fellow Taoist is going to give me some advice?"
This disciple of the Demon Sect is at the Tiangang stage. The elders of the Dao Sect looked at the disciples under their disciples. Before they could say anything, someone flew up to him and stood in the circle.
Yue Chen was about to say something but stopped, thought about it and then gave it up. The junior brother's move must have a deep meaning. Besides, after going up, it is impossible to come down until the competition is finished.
That's right, the person flying up was none other than Wang Ming.
He thought quite simply. This place was the Dragon Palace. As the son-in-law of the Dragon Palace and a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he was bound to get off to a good start and bring face to both parties!
As soon as the two sides met, they started fighting without any nonsense. In this first game, both wanted to win a good point, so they did not hold anything back and decided quickly.
As soon as Wang Ming came on stage, he held the Mirror of Desolation in his left hand and the Tianjin Yunlei Sword in his right hand.
Seeing the demonic cultivator attacking, he turned the mirror and a beam of dark light shone over, immediately freezing the demonic cultivator in place and making him look dazed.
Wang Ming didn't wait for him to recover, and struck directly with his sword. If he was hit, with the sharpness of the divine gold, the demon cultivator would probably be split in half immediately!
Fortunately, the demon cultivator was not a waste. Feeling the sharpness of the approaching sword, he gritted his teeth, roared, and came back from his trance.
The demon cultivator quickly retreated, and the fairy sword immediately passed by and struck the ground. The deep sea rock was cut into two pieces silently like tofu.
The demonic cultivator took a deep breath, and he did not dare to be careless anymore, so he took out his magic weapon.
He saw that the demon cultivator was holding a foot-long ink-colored gourd in his palm. He carefully pulled out the stopper of the gourd, and suddenly a strangely cold yellow water with a strange smell spurted out, straight towards Wang Ming.
Before the water flow came close, Wang Ming felt a little dazed. He didn't dare to be careless, so he quickly called out a small yellow cauldron and put it on his head. Threads of yellow light hung down, covering him tightly from head to toe.
"Netherworld Yellow Spring Water!" Wang Ming said solemnly.
This demon cultivator must be a disciple of the Xuanming Demon Sect. This sect specializes in the Netherworld Grimoire, is good at using the Five Ghost Soul Capturing Technique, and can communicate with the Netherworld Hell.
But looking at the devilish cultivator's cautiousness and the look of pain in his heart, it seems that this Netherworld Spring Water is not easy to come by.
The water of Netherworld Yellow Spring can cleanse your memory. If you let this water get on your body, you will immediately become an ignorant idiot with no memory at all.
Wang Mingsheng was cautious, so he did not get close to the demon cultivator. He only stayed far away, holding the fairy sword in his hand and summoning the thunder from the sky.
One after another, the sky thunder struck down and fell into the underworld water, immediately evaporating a lot of the underworld water.
The demon cultivator felt extremely distressed and quickly put away the water from the underworld and took out a demon sword to fight with.
There is no way, the divine thunder suppressed the demon cultivator too hard, and all his magic weapons were restrained. Now he can only rely on his physical body to fight with his own magic power.
Now, the two sides were evenly matched, and we fought back and forth for many rounds.
When the demonic cultivator struck with his sword, his fist would follow shortly after. Wang Ming was a little overwhelmed at first, but gradually he got used to this fast fighting method.
He put away Xiaoding and Luolu Jingdou, and fought with only the fairy sword.
Towards the end, Wang Ming's Heavenly Thunder Slash became more and more smooth. Both sides slashed horizontally and vertically, and exchanged blows with fists. The fight was extremely enjoyable.
The elders of the two sects watching the battle also nodded in appreciation.
Master Tailin was very proud. As a mortal disciple, he was no worse than anyone else with a special physique. He could often come from behind. This really made him feel great and happy!
Yue Chen gradually felt relieved and secretly sighed in his heart. His junior brother had really grown up and was about to start a family. He couldn't care too much and cause more troubles.
In the end, Wang Ming's Shenxiao thunder method was better than the Netherworld Magic Code, and the two gradually decided the winner.
I saw the immortal sword slashing horizontally, and a huge purple sword light with the sound of thunder struck the demon cultivator. In an instant, the divine thunder exploded on his body, splashing out bursts of black smoke.
Wang Ming took advantage of the momentum to pursue him and struck him with another sword. The demon cultivator quickly flew back and used his sword to block it.
"choke!"
With a crisp sound, the fairy sword struck the demon sword, and the demon sword immediately broke into two pieces and fell to the ground!
The demon cultivator said "Wow!" and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his spirit suddenly became depressed.
Seeing Wang Ming attack again with his sword, he hurriedly shouted: "I surrender!"
Wang Ming's fairy sword stopped in front of him. If he shouted slower, he might be about to hit him.
The magic cultivator wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, clasped his fists and said, "Brother Taoist is superb in thunder skills. I admire you. Let's go and admit defeat. People like Brother Taoist must be enlightened!"
This demon cultivator was also a cheerful person, and he didn't care about his injuries. He took Wang Ming and went down to drink.
Yue Chen held his forehead and ignored him, looking towards the field again.
The Taoist sect got off to a good start, and many disciples became excited.
This time, the one who came on stage was a disciple from a second-rate Taoist sect. He was also very capable. He showed brilliant moves and showed murderous intent at every turn.
However, the opponent's demonic cultivator was a scheming person. He would fight from the beginning, and occasionally take advantage of the disciple's moves to connect and launch a fierce attack.
This demonic cultivator is a person who specializes in cultivating the body. He looks like a big man with a beard, but he is very careful. When the disciple's magic power is slightly exhausted, he rushes forward and strikes with both fists, looking like a crazy demon.
After a flurry of punches, the Taoist disciple quickly fell into a disadvantage.
He was unwilling to accept it, and stared angrily, spitting out a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, and landed on the fairy sword. Immediately, the fairy sword became brighter and more murderous.
This demonic cultivator was also able to fight. He roared angrily, his body more than doubled in size, and he smashed down with his fist as big as a cattail leaf fan, trying to shake the fairy sword with his iron fist!
"Bang!"
The two figures in the field separated as soon as they touched each other, and the disciple flew straight out of the circle and hit the ground heavily.
The Demon Sect disciple also had his fists burst open and blood flowed downwards. Although he was seriously injured, he still stood firmly in the circle.
In this sentence, there is no doubt that the demon cultivator won. The demon cultivator had to take out a pill and swallow it in the field, which finally stopped the bleeding.
Yue Chen admired this demon cultivator a little. He had strong fists but was as careful as hair. He was brave and resourceful. As long as he didn't fall in the middle, he would definitely be a figure in the future.
He summoned the Clam Girl and asked her to find out about the demon cultivator.
If you want to inquire about a woman, she must report it to the fourth princess and take good care of your new uncle, Ben Nu thought with a smile.
Soon, Clam Girl turned around and reported: "Fourth Sister, that demon cultivator is a disciple of the Fengtian Sect, the first-class sect of the Demon Sect. His name is Niu Mang, and he is currently at the Tiangang Stage."
Niu Mang? That’s why Niu Mang was named, but he’s not reckless at all! Yue Chen sighed.