Northern Abyss Immortal Clan

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Although the combat moves are a bit simple, the tongue fight adds a bit of fun to the battle.

The monk in the Palace of Setting Sun scolded: "The head-shrinking tortoise of the Wang family finally dared to show up. See if Lao Tzu will not kill you and avenge the elders of the sect."

Wang Daoxing said with disdain: "Fighting in the front, your predecessors in the Sunken Sun Palace deceived the less, and were killed by our ancestors, so do you juniors still have the face to report revenge?

It is said that the setting sun palace is mainly for refining the body, is your focus on the face of cultivation? "

On the side of the Netherworld Sect, there was a burst of laughter, and the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace couldn't help it.

Every time they made a move, they scolded each other.

The monks of the Palace of Setting Sun are superior in inheritance, and Wang Daoxing's actual combat experience is superior.

The cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace obviously hadn't experienced life and death much. After being scolded by Wang Daoxing for a few words, he lost his reason and came up to fight hard.

When fighting against opponents of comparable strength, only knowing how to fight brute force, it is strange not to be dealt with.

After the two fiercely fought for half an hour, the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace was somewhat weak, and Wang Daoxing gradually relied on his rich combat experience to gain the upper hand.

At this time, the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace could already concede defeat, and if he continued to persist, he would definitely lose.

However, this group of stunned young people would rather die than accept it.

Neither the elders of the sect nor he himself meant to admit defeat.

When the defeat was set, the cultivators of the Palace of Setting Sun used forbidden techniques, burning true essence and smashing Wang Daoxing to death.

Wang Daoxing has been fighting for a long time and naturally knows how to deal with it.

Use the unearthed amulets and magical runes to keep a distance from the opponent's hand, and use the charms to consume the opponent.

The forbidden technique cannot last, but the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace persisted for a hundred breaths of time, and his true essence was insufficient, and his whole person became very weak.

This person scolded the Wang family the most fiercely. Wang Daoxing would naturally not let him go, and cut him with a sword, and there was a loud curse from the side of the Palace of the Sun.

Although the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace was a second stunner, his strength was comparable to Wang Daoxing's.

The two died for more than half an hour, Wang Daoxing consumed more than 30 magic talisman, the consumption of spiritual power was very serious, and there were still many injuries on his body, so he offered to rest for an hour.

Wang Daoyuan immediately ran onto the court and handed it a rejuvenating pill and a dozen golden sliver peaches, so that he could recover his injuries and spiritual power.

Before the break was over, the referee flew over the duel field and announced: “For the sake of fairness, monks participating in the war are not allowed to use forbidden techniques, and offenders will be killed by the referee himself.

In addition, restrictions on the use of foreign objects.

No more than 20 magic charms can be used in each game, and the number of corpses, ghosts, and spirit beasts cannot exceed two.

Take no more than ten pills of all kinds of spirit pills, and no more than five catties of spirit wine.

This is blatantly targeting the Wang family, but the methods are not very clever.

Wang Daoyuan said to the second brother: "If you fall in the wind, you will admit defeat, don't take it hard.

Keeping a small life is the most important thing, and I will leave the rest to me. "

Wang Daoxing nodded without replying.

After the one-hour break ended, Wang Daoyuan withdrew from the duel arena.

The Ruins of the Sun Palace learned the lesson and sent a bruised monk.

This man was more than nine feet tall, he was a bit bigger than Wang Daoxing, his muscles bulged, and he seemed to be on the path of physical training.

This person is full of evil spirits, but this kind of evil energy is not the same as Xuan Yinquan's evil energy, but it seems to be accumulated by too many killings.

This spontaneous evil spirit will not damage the body, but it will easily affect the mind.

Seeing this person's evil spirit, there are hundreds of lives under his hand.

But he wasn't sure if it belonged to the human monk or the monster beast.

His fighting experience is definitely not weak, at least not inferior to Wang Daoxing

The monk took out the magic weapon, his magic weapon was not a long sword, but a second-tier low-grade mountain axe.

Judging from the clothes he wears, he is also an elite disciple of the Setting Sun Palace, and the inheritance of physical training is definitely stronger than that of Wang Daoxing.

This person's cultivation is also slightly higher than Wang Daoxing's, and he is only one step away from the fourth floor of the foundation.

Wang Daoxing has almost no hope of winning, and it is not bad to be able to retreat completely.

The two began to fight, and the cultivator of the Palace of Setting Sun hacked it down.

Wang Daoxing is a metallic monk, who can't practice Yunyan Escape, and he doesn't have any clever escape methods, so he can only take this axe.

However, he is also well-versed in battles, and will not be stupidly hard-wired.

He held the hilt of the great sword with his right hand, raised it high, and dragged the sword with his left arm.

The huge sword is high from the right and low to the left. The mountain axe chops down and slides down the sword to the left.

Wang Daoxing took advantage of his strength to dodge to the right, dissolving most of his power.

The cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace sinks heavily in this attack, but Wang Daoxing easily resolves it, and his face is a little uncontrollable.

However, monks who play heavy magical weapons usually fight head-to-head, with very few changes, and they have no choice but to play tricks.

The cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace failed with one blow, and the second move came one after another, and this axe swept towards Wang Daoxing.

Wang Daoxing inserted the huge sword in his hand into the rock gap on the ground, held the hilt in both hands, and took the blow.

After all, there was a power gap, this axe swept Wang Daoxing away even with swords.

The huge sword was stuck in the crack of the rock, and the rock was broken.

Wang Daoxing was shot five feet away, and only after landing did he find that the giant sword in his hand was severely damaged, and cracks had appeared on the sword.

The magic weapon is useless, and it may be life-threatening if you continue to hit it. Wang Daoyuan shouted: "Second brother, quickly surrender."

After Wang Daoxing struggled for a while, he called out to admit defeat.

The referee immediately announced the end of the duel, and the participating monks from the Palace of the Setting Sun let out cheers, and Wang Daoxing walked out of the duel with a loss of face.

Wang Daoyuan persuaded: "Second brother, don't take it to heart. After all, the body training inheritance of the Setting Sun Palace is the strongest among the three sects, and it is not comparable to our Wang Family.

Your failure this time is not a crime of war. "

The duel on the field continued. After two days of fighting, the battle at the beginning of the foundation was finally decided.

There are very few monks from this sect sent by the Netherworld Sect, and the monks of the affiliated families are hard to compare with the disciples of the Palace of Setting Sun.

In the end, the Ruins of the Sun Palace won the victory with the huge advantage of more than ten remaining people.

It was the turn of the monks in the middle of the foundation building to fight, and the monks of the two sides in the middle of the foundation came to the sidelines~www.wuxiahere.com~ The disciples of the sect still accounted for half of the palace, and there were only six sect cultivators on the side of the Netherworld Sect.

The referee announced the start of the duel in the middle of the foundation construction. A monk from the fifth floor of the palace immediately jumped up and shouted: "The courageless rats of the king's family, get out."

Wang Daoyuan stepped onto the duel field and swept his opponent with his spiritual sense. This product is also a body-refining cultivator.

The physical strength is not weak, just like a fledgling chick, with little combat experience.

It doesn't take much effort to deal with such an iron man.

Wang Daoyuan took out the ink gold sword and said with disdain: "The last few breaths of life, it is not good to leave a few last words, so I said such a nonsense."

As soon as the opponent heard this, he cast a defensive spell, raised the giant sword in his hand, and rushed towards him.

At this time, a small dark cloud in the sky obscured the sun, leaving a small shadow on the duel arena.

The power of Wang Daoyuan's divine consciousness spread out and suppressed his opponent.

Later, he disappeared from the eyes of his opponent.

After a breath, Wang Daoyuan appeared three feet away behind his opponent.

Blood was still dripping from the ink gold sword, the opponent fell to the ground, the defensive spells shattered, and a blood stain on his neck continued to ooze blood.

There was an uproar in the Palace of Setting Sun, and someone asked the elders what was going on.

A monk from the Purple Mansion replied: "This monk of the Wang family casts a first-order spell Shadow Escape, which can hide in the shadows.

With the spiritual knowledge of the foundation-building monk, it could have been easily seen through, but his spiritual knowledge cultivation was too strong and completely suppressed his opponent. "

This shadow escape was obtained by Wang Daoyuan's anti-killing of the blood shadow assassin when he was practicing Qi 7th.

He didn't take it seriously before, just used it several times in the oasis forest.

Wang Daoyuan shook the long sword in his hand, shaking off the blood stained on the sword, and said calmly: "Next."