As the spiritual shield in front of him exploded, the expression of the monk named Fu who was trying his best to cast a spell suddenly changed drastically.

But if he wanted to make any move again, it was already difficult to do so. He turned sharply and tried to dodge behind him.

Just before his body moved, he suddenly discovered that a giant yellow beast was floating behind him. It was undoubtedly the saber-toothed beast of the old man surnamed Gu.

The old man named Fu did not know when he moved behind him.

Just when he hesitated for a moment, hundreds of swords and needles surrounded him, and he was unable to make any move.

"Thank you Daoist Gu for your mercy. I would like to express my gratitude here." After a while, hundreds of sword needles did not prick his face, but floated about ten feet in front of the old man without moving at all. Seeing this,

, the old man surnamed Fu turned red, cupped his fists and said.

"Hehehe, I was lucky enough to win a move. I hope fellow Taoist fellow Taoist Master Wu will never see it."

The old man surnamed Gu said, and with a wave of his hand, several spiritual weapons were taken into his arms. With a movement of his mind, the yellow giant beast swayed, and hundreds of swords and needles returned to the outside of its body. Then it was

The old man put the spirit animal bag into his pocket and disappeared.

The old man surnamed Fu bowed again and returned to the stands sadly.

From the time when the two of them fought to the time when the winner was determined, it was only a cup of tea. The more powerful the person, the faster he could determine the winner in a short time.

Because each high-level monk has a powerful secret technique, he can kill the opponent in the blink of an eye.

Although it is difficult for foundation-building monks to perform powerful secret techniques in a short period of time, their methods are much more comprehensive than those of Qi-gathering monks. It is not uncommon for a person to win or lose in a decisive manner.

"I was lucky enough to win the round. I wonder which fellow Taoist will end up competing with me again?"

Seeing the astonishing skills of the old man surnamed Gu, the more than 30 foundation-building monks present who participated in the competition couldn't help but be shocked. They couldn't help but secretly make calculations in their hearts. Several people immediately gave up the idea of ​​participating in the competition again.

After a long time, someone stood up and flew to the square.

"Although Lu Jimin's methods are not as good as those of fellow Taoist Gu, since he has arrived at the Xiao family, he cannot avoid them. He can only come out to show his shame. Please be merciful, fellow Taoist."

"Haha, I don't dare. Please take care of me, fellow Taoist Lu."

After careful observation, everyone present could clearly see that this monk named Lu had the same level of cultivation as Gu Jingzhang, and they were both at the pinnacle of foundation building.

Under the wave of the ancestor of the Xiao family, the two of them used their own methods and fought together.

This fight is exactly the same as the previous fight with the old man named Fu. At the beginning, each still sacrificed their spiritual weapons and fought with each other.

But the fight that followed shocked everyone present.

I saw the three spiritual weapons that the monk surnamed Lu had previously sacrificed. After fighting with the spiritual weapons of the monk surnamed Gu, he did not panic when faced with the remaining two spiritual weapons of the old man surnamed Gu. Instead, he raised his hand and

A small yellow bottle was sacrificed.

When the vial was spread out in the air, a thick, yellowish smoke suddenly emerged from it.

The smoke was so dense that, in just the blink of an eye, it spread twenty or thirty feet away. As the thick yellow smoke filled the air, a frightening "crack" sound suddenly came from the smoke.

Although the yellow mist blocked everyone's gaze, under the glance of their spiritual consciousness, everyone immediately discovered that within the yellow mist, there were three huge skeletons more than two feet tall, wrapped in a dense yellow mist.

Next, Zheng was brandishing a huge bone knife about ten feet long, fighting endlessly with the spiritual weapon of the old man surnamed Gu.

Looking at the pressure carried by these three skeletons, it was as much as that of the foundation-building monks. This discovery made all the foundation-building monks present feel frightened.

These three skeletons are equivalent to three fellow Foundation Builders. With the help of these skeletons, any Foundation Builder monk will never be able to match the monk surnamed Lu.

As the opponent of the monk surnamed Lu, Gu Jingzhang was also shocked at this time. There were three skeletons of this level, and even if he sacrificed the saber-toothed beast, he would never get close to the opponent.

At the same time, what shocked him even more was that his two spiritual weapons had slowly become sluggish in the yellow smoke.

This discovery immediately made him anxious. If he still wanted to defeat the opponent, it would be extremely difficult to do so if he did not destroy this spiritual weapon immediately.

At this thought, the face of the old man surnamed Gu suddenly darkened, and his eyes became extremely stern. He gritted his teeth and bit the tip of his tongue. A mouthful of thick blood spurted out from his mouth and floated a few feet in front of his chest.

, keeps spinning.

Then he kept chanting curses, and a large number of spells flew out of his mouth and were submerged in the swirling blood.

As the spell continued to blend in, the mass of blood continued to expand, and after a while, it became like a huge ball.

The magic spells are constantly moving inside the ball, and as the red ball rotates, it looks extremely mysterious.

"disease"

As the old man surnamed Gu let out a loud shout, he saw the huge ball flying rapidly into the yellow smoke.

"Bang~"

As soon as it came into contact with the yellow smoke, the huge red ball exploded immediately. As the ball exploded, a red mist suddenly transformed and followed the shock wave generated by the explosion towards the yellow smoke.

Swept away inside.

In the blink of an eye, the three tall skeletons within the smoke were wrapped in red mist.

When the red mist came into contact with the yellow smoke, the yellow smoke became as if it had encountered a nemesis, and disappeared one after another upon contact.

Even the smoke that enveloped the tall skeleton began to billow rapidly.

The old man surnamed Lu was shocked when he saw this situation. Although he had just seen the old man surnamed Gu perform a secret technique, he didn't take it to heart.

Because he knows that the secret techniques used by foundation-building monks are based on their own spiritual power. Only at the cost of losing their own huge spiritual power can the secret techniques be successfully activated.

At the same time, even if the opponent successfully activates the secret technique, he can only kill a skeleton released by his own spiritual weapon, and there is absolutely no threat to himself.

What's more, the skeletons released by his spiritual weapon can be said to be immortal within the yellow smoke. After being destroyed, they can be transformed again from the yellow vial.

But at this time, the secret technique used by the other party completely restrained his spiritual weapon, making it difficult for him to pose any threat. Even the thick yellow smoke was slowly decreasing. As time went by, it was bound to be destroyed by that

Completely destroyed by the red mist.

When the old man surnamed Lu saw this situation, he immediately thought about it. The yellow smoke rolled and he was quickly inhaled by the vial, and disappeared together with the three tall skeletons.

"Fellow Daoist Gu's methods are astonishing, and Lv is willing to be defeated."
Chapter completed!