Tuxian Road

The white-clothed monk bit his finger, and a bloody arrow flew out. When the six silver needles were soaked in blood, they immediately burst into light, and the aura inside them soared, even exuding a power that surpassed that of a peak-level monk in the late stage of alchemy.

In desperation, the monk in white injected his own blood into the six magic weapons, thus making the magic weapons more powerful.It's just that the attack power of these silver needles is only increased for a short period of time, and it is absolutely impossible to last for a long time.

Looking at Feng Fan's relaxed expression and controlling the purple shield to calmly resist the attacks of the silver needles again and again, the monk in white felt a little bad feeling in his heart. He knew that he had met a strong enemy.

Seeing that the shield in front of him calmly blocked all the silver needles, Feng Fan was not anxious, he had already seen that the opponent's attack with suddenly increased power would never last.Winning by using up the opponent's real energy can save the use of many talismans.If you want to win the first place, besides this round of competition, you have to go through three rounds of competition. Feng Fan doesn't want to expose too much of his means, so at this time, he suppresses the strongest strength he can display within an appropriate range. After the opponent consumes a lot of real energy, he will launch a thunderous attack, so as to make a quick victory.

The white-clothed monk squeezed a few spells with both hands, and as the true energy in his body surged out, the six silver needles suddenly gathered together, forming a thick silver cone.A powerful aura spread out, covering the silver cone.

"The breath of a monk at the initial level of Yuanying!" Feeling the breath from the silver cone, Feng Fan murmured to himself, and then injected his true essence into the purple shield in front of him.The Ancient Treasure Zimang burst forth, and then a monk's aura of the same level as the silver spike on the opposite side radiated out, unexpectedly it did not lose the wind in the slightest.Although the power of the two treasures is similar, the state of Feng Fan and the monk in white is very different.Feng Fan looked relaxed and casual, while the monk in white was slightly pale.

"Both of them can display the strength equivalent to the initial level monks of Yuanying's early stage. It seems that the competition on this field is particularly exciting!" With a sweep of consciousness, he secretly exclaimed.Similarly, the eyes of many monks around were all attracted by the competition in No. [-] field.

The white-clothed monk pointed at the silver cone with both hands in turn, and the magic weapon suddenly rose wildly, one zhang, two zhang, three zhang. . . . . .Until it becomes a giant five feet long.

"Go!" The monk in white pointed at the silver cone, and the magic weapon shot towards Feng Fan. With a loud sound of "铛", the silver cone encountered the purple shield, making a loud noise, and the silver and purple rays of light rushed towards the surroundings.

Under the control of the two, ancient treasures and magic weapons had countless fierce collisions.As the silver cone gradually shrunk, the white monk's face became even paler.

When the purple awns emitted by the purple shield became a little dim, Feng Fan pointed at Gu Bao continuously. After a huge amount of true energy swarmed out into the shield, Gu Bao radiated again, and his aura suddenly returned to its peak state .

After countless times of intense impacts, the silver cone finally turned into a miniature cone about an inch in length, and the monk in white lost a lot of his true energy.The monk in white looked a little ugly, and took out a panacea from his chest with his left hand. This panacea was the size of a longan, red all over, and exuded a refreshing fragrance.

The cultivator in white swallowed the elixir without hesitation. With the rapid absorption of the elixir's power, his body suddenly burst into a vigorous aura, and the fatigue that he had consumed a lot of real energy before disappeared without a trace at this moment.

Seeing that the monk in white recovered all his true energy after swallowing a fungus leaf elixir, Feng Fan smiled bitterly in his heart. It seems that this level of competition has reached the sixth round, and it will be very difficult to win each game.

The monk in white pointed at the miniature awl with one hand, and the awl instantly turned into six silver needles, and then flew back like lightning.After receiving the silver needle, the white-clothed monk changed the spells with his hands, and a puff of black smoke gushed out from his hands, like a ghost fog, exuding a strong evil spirit.The smoke kept vibrating, like a monster.

The white-clothed monk clasped his hands together, and the black smoke produced a violent stir, then quickly condensed and turned into a black spear.The spear is about a foot long and as thick as an arm.The white-clothed monk pointed at the black spear, and the spear shot towards Feng Fan with a sharp piercing sound.

An aura between the peak of the late stage of Huadan and the initial level of monks in the early stage of Yuanying surged out, overwhelming Fengfan, as if it wanted to destroy everything in Fengfan's position.

With a smile on his face, Feng Fan unhurriedly flicked the shield in front of him with one hand, purple brilliance scattered from the shield, forming a purple shield, covering Fengfan again, and the purple shield radiated Exudes the breath equivalent to the initial level of monks in the early stage of Nascent Soul.Feng Fan stared at the white-clothed monk opposite with a cat-and-mouse gaze, which made the white-clothed monk extremely angry.

There was a muffled sound, and when the black spear hit the purple shield, it failed to defeat it in a short time.The white-clothed cultivator's face became extremely ugly, and countless impacts failed to touch the shield's body, which showed that the defensive power of the purple shield was extremely strong.

Feng Fan leisurely controlled the shield, constantly consuming the opponent's true energy.If you can defeat your opponent without using talismans, it will be extremely beneficial for the next match. After all, using the same talisman many times will definitely make the onlookers suspicious.

After a muffled sound, the spear shrunk by half, and after countless attacks on the purple light curtain, it finally defeated the purple light curtain.The sounds of metal and iron clanging echoed through this area, making the onlookers in the surrounding area also shift their gazes here.The purple and black brilliance continued to shoot out, and the white-clothed cultivator temporarily boosted his attack power with secret techniques, not only failed to repel the purple shield in front of Feng Fan's body, but also quickly consumed his own true energy.

Feng Fan displayed the strength equivalent to that of a monk at the initial level of Nascent Soul to defend, and his true energy consumption was extremely slow. Once most of the opponent's true energy was exhausted, Feng Fan would launch a thunderous attack on the monk in white and defeat the opponent , so as to win this competition.

Seemingly seeing Feng Fan's purpose, the moment the black spear disappeared, the white-clothed monk quickly pinched a few spells with both hands, and a ball of black liquid gushed out of his hands.The black liquid condensed rapidly, and condensed into a black ball with a diameter of several inches in a very short time.A shocking evil spirit gushed out from it, galloping towards the surroundings.

"Heavenly Thunderbolt Spell!" Feeling the fierce aura emanating from the black ball that quickly formed between the hands of the monk in white, Feng Fan immediately understood what kind of spell the monk in white was casting, and murmured to himself, and then Inject the true essence in the body into the shield in front of him without hesitation.The shield skyrocketed, and at the same time, the purple awns bloomed.

"Go." After the white-clothed monk bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood at the black ball between his hands, the white-clothed monk let out a low voice, and then pushed with both hands, the black ball flew towards Feng Fan.

Feng Fan pointed at the purple shield, and the shield flew out. There was a loud "boom", and the surroundings trembled like an earthquake, and there was a deafening sound.The purple shield suddenly shrank by half, then quickly retreated a distance of a few feet, and then trembled a few times before coming to a complete stop.The black bead became invisible at this moment, and the violent fluctuation of true energy rolled back towards the white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk retreated rapidly, and at the same time desperately injected real energy into the real-energy shield around his body. Even so, the huge residual force bounced back, which still caused violent fluctuations in the white-clothed monk's true-yuan shield.The white-clothed monk inside the true essence hood felt the blood in his chest churning, as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, and almost suffocated.

When the purple shield stopped retreating, a little residual power from the explosion of the sky thunder rushed towards Feng Fan through the ancient treasure, causing Feng Fan's true essence shield to fluctuate slightly.

The monk in white clasped his hands together, and a miniature black dragon suddenly formed. After the monk in white sprayed a breath of energy at the black dragon, the black dragon surged.With a wave of both hands of the monk in white, the black dragon flew out.

In the void, the black dragon soared and quickly turned into a huge black dragon more than ten feet long.The giant dragon suddenly stopped in the air, opened its mouth wide, and sprayed a black flame towards Feng Fan.The temperature in the air suddenly rose, as if a magma erupted.Waves of heat swept towards Feng Fan, and everything around him seemed to be extremely scorched.

Feng Fan pointed at the purple shield, and the shield charged towards the black flame.When the two things met, they stopped at the same time.The purple shield was immediately surrounded by black flames, as if trapped in a huge black fireball.Under the burning of the black flame, the purple shield gradually brightened, first it was purple red, then red, and finally it seemed to turn yellow that was about to melt, as if it was about to be smelted in a furnace.

Feng Fan pointed at the purple shield in the air, and the ancient treasure suddenly rose sharply, breaking through the siege of black flames in an instant, and at the same time quickly changed back to the original purple color.The black flame trembled violently as the ancient treasure escaped, and then became invisible.The black dragon in the air shrunk a bit, and the white monk on the ground also paled a bit.