Previously, Zhao Jiuge was knocked away by the cold wooden ruler and fell to the ground. The energy and blood in his body was boiling, and all the bones in his body were numb. He could not move. He had no chance to use his trump card. Fortunately, the scarred boy was confident in underestimating the enemy and gave Zhao Jiuge a breather. Chance, who had been beaten silently by the scarred boy, was just trying to catch his breath, endure the pain in his body, and be able to operate his spiritual power smoothly.
Taking advantage of the scar boy's carelessness, he had no choice but to take advantage of it, holding a purple jasper gourd in his hand. Fluorescence flowed throughout the body and exuded warmth. It was the purple gold true fire gourd snatched from Taoist Priest Yiqing.
At this time, the jasper-colored body of the Zijin True Fire Gourd emits a transparent brilliance, and a ball of orange true fire surrounds it. Under Zhao Jiuge's operation, it resembles a roaring fire snake, and with its blazing heat, it is about to kill the scarred boy. Get involved.
The Hanmu Ruler, which originally relied on instinct to exude a faint chill, was suppressed by the fire that shot up into the sky. One was controlled by someone, and the other just relied on instinct. Of course, the power could not be compared.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge, who was in extremely embarrassed condition just now, suddenly jumped up again, holding a small gourd in his hand, everyone's eyes became excited, and at the same time they understood that the situation on the field was about to take another shocking turn.
Even the proud expression of the scarred boy suddenly stopped, his expression became stiff, and he cursed secretly in his heart, he was careless, how could he know that this kid has been waiting for the opportunity, although he cursed secretly in his heart, but the next moment , but the movement in his hand was not slow. He manipulated the spiritual power in his body to whiz by, and Han Mu Chi's spiritual light suddenly blazed.
"The two volumes of cold wood are full of wind and frost." The scarred boy's words were hurried, his eyes flinched, looking at the fire coming from the opposite side, the orange firelight shone on the scarred boy's face, dimming and brightening, as if It shows his mood at the moment.
As soon as the hurried words fell, the temperature brought by the flames instantly dropped again. The originally clear sky suddenly lost its color, and the sky became gloomy. A cold wind blew, like a knife cutting, mixed with... There was a little bit of wind and snow, but if the two were not competing, this scene would still be somewhat beautiful.
Bursts of cold wind rolled up, forming a vortex that slowly swirled and condensed. Then a cold dragon turned into wind and frost, fiercely impacted the oncoming flames. When the cold wooden ruler emitted an astonishing force, the sky was filled with The flames had become a little dim, and the intensity of the fire was a little smaller. At this time, it happened to be hit by the cold dragon that was transformed from the wind and frost in the sky. It instantly turned into small flames and fell into pieces, but it did not disappear.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Jiuge no longer cared about hiding his clumsiness, his face was ferocious, his eyes widened with anger, he bit the root tightly, and quickly instilled spiritual power. The green gourd trembled slightly in his hand, and the original transformation... Because the orange fire that was torn apart slowly gathered together again, it was about to fight against the wind and frost in the sky again.
The boy with the scar sneered. He had just suffered a loss and did not give Zhao Jiuge a chance. The spiritual power input into the Han Mu Ruler surged, and an even greater power emanated from the Han Mu Ruler. The sky was filled with cold wind and frost. The dragon became clearer, and a pair of dragon eyes became bright. Although it was transformed by spiritual power, its power was still something that no one could underestimate.
In an instant, his claws tore apart, scattering the orange flames that had just regrouped, and saw the real fire exuding a scorching heat disappearing bit by bit until it was gone.
The scarred boy who was squeezed out did not show any proud expression this time. The Han Mu Ruler was not an ordinary magic weapon. If he had not been able to cultivate it himself, the power it exuded would not be so simple. A good magic weapon also depends on who it is. use.
"It's better to show off your crappy magic weapon." Zhao Jiuge retorted because of his carelessness before, which made him a little embarrassed. This time, he simply stopped playing cat and mouse and directly disabled him. The dark eyes appeared with a fierce look, and that figure in the sky The feeling of oppression did not diminish at all, and he was about to rush towards Zhao Jiuge.
The cold wind was miserable, like a knife twisting, and Zhao Jiuge's face was hurt by it.
Looking at the dim purple gold true fire gourd in his hand, he sighed helplessly. The only magic weapon in his hand seemed to be damaged and could not be used for the time being. The direct grade of the magic weapon was too far away, even if the scarred boy repaired it Although I can't exert one-tenth of the power of the Han Mu Ruler, it seems quite easy to deal with the Purple Gold True Fire Gourd in my hand. Fortunately, I have a trump card. The Purple Gold True Fire Gourd in my hand is just for the purpose. Buy yourself time.
And now, I am finally ready!
The wind and frost rolled up all over the sky, and it was very close to his eyes, but Zhao Jiuge looked at the wind and frost that was getting closer and closer, unmoved at all. Instead, his eyes burst out with a ruthless look that refused to admit defeat, like a proud lone wolf, Even without the wolves, he still shines brightly.
This proud lone wolf encounters a peerless ferocious beast full of viciousness. Who is stronger and weaker
The mysterious handprints were constantly waving and shaking in front of his chest. As the complex handprints formed, thick air waves like water waves were brought up, rippling around Zhao Jiuge's body. The sluggish breath was like the revival of all things, and the sprouts were sprouting and glowing. new luster.
The Sanskrit Heart Sutra skills in the body flow rapidly through the meridians, regardless of the depletion of spiritual power in the body. The golden-patterned dragon that has been entrenched in the Dantian of the body has already opened its eyes, ready to move. After being nourished by spiritual power, With practice, every inch of the dragon scales on the golden-patterned dragon's body becomes clearer and more lifelike. But this time, the golden-patterned dragon entrenched in the dantian is no longer one, but two!
Two golden-patterned dragons were entangled opposite each other, their sharp claws stroking back and forth.
Only yesterday did Zhao Jiuge remember that he could cultivate the second golden-patterned dragon in his own spiritual transformation state. He had the idea of giving it a try, but he didn't expect to finally master it. This was the reason why Zhao Jiuge came late this morning.
When I broke through to the Spiritual Transformation Realm, I ran into a gambling fight between the Xiao family in Dongyang City, and then I was chased along the way. I finally escaped, and met an evil enemy at the Graveyard. Finally, I met Su Su and went to the Xuantian Sword. Neither Zhao Jiuge nor Zhao Jiuge has ever practiced seriously and safely, so this matter has been delayed.
Until last night, he was lucky enough to practice it, and it was regarded as a trump card. This is why Zhao Jiuge always looked calm and unsurprised no matter what happened to the scarred boy, just because the confidence in his heart came from the Sanskrit Holy Body that he had always relied on.
When Zhao Jiuge's momentum reached its peak, the corners of his blue sword robe kept making noises. Not only were the people outside the venue silent, but they stared with wide eyes. They didn't even dare to breathe, as if they were afraid of being alarmed. At this time, the two people competing above, who would have thought that a simple battle between two little guys who had just entered the spirit transformation realm could cause such a big stir. This momentum and power would put the old disciples of the outer sect to shame. , no matter who wins or loses today, the future of these two people is limitless.
When the three coaches looked at each other, they all saw each other's shock. Even Wu Tianshan, who was wearing a yellow robe, and the cool woman with a red flying sword, looked at the movement coming from Zhao Jiuge with surprised eyes. It's not like a little guy in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm can do it.
Boom.
Finally, two waves in succession resounded throughout the Xuantian Peak. Along with bursts of dragon roars, two golden dragons with golden patterns showed their figures and appeared in the sky amidst the horrified expressions of everyone. The chants seemed to be filled with cheers and cheers. The two golden-patterned dragons were much more attractive than the cold dragon transformed by the spiritual power of wind and frost.
"Haha, I'm not as good as you with my magic weapon, but look at how I defeated you with my magic." Zhao Jiuge smiled slightly on his confident and sunny face. The dried blood at the corner of his mouth was unusually dazzling. As Zhao Jiuge's words fell, two streaks of blood hovered in the sky. The golden-patterned dragon has moved. This Sanskrit Holy Body can not only defend, but also attack!
Two golden-patterned dragons swooped towards the sky with their heads raised. After rising to a certain level, the two golden dragon bodies crossed and circled each other, like two dragons playing with pearls. The deafening dragon roars and the whistling wind catered to each other. , like a note of urgency.
After doing all this, Zhao Jiuge, who had just returned to the aura, was holding back the pain, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his face was flushed. The spiritual power in his body had been completely exhausted. If this blow could not defeat the sword, If the scarred boy said that, then he would have accepted his fate. By then, he would have no power to restrain the chicken, and he would definitely lose.
Looking at the shocking offensive, the scarred boy looked dull, and then the corners of his mouth showed bitterness on his stunned face. This country bumpkin, whom he had always looked down on in his heart, shocked himself time and time again, and this time even he felt a sense of powerlessness that was difficult to withstand. , Han Muchu, is already his trump card, and now he can only use the last trump card in his hand to fight Zhao Jiuge.
He let out a long breath, and the last bit of decadence on his face disappeared, and was replaced by a strong fighting spirit. He was sent to the southern barbarian forest for training since he was a child. When had he ever been timid! When faced with difficulties and dangers, when did one's own psyche experience a wave of disturbance
"The two volumes of cold wood are filled with wind and frost." A loud roar, with a decisive momentum, the wind and frost in the sky was more violent than the last time, and the cold wind and frost made the sight on the stage a little blurry. This was already the maximum power that the scarred boy could exert using the cold wooden ruler. This blow also drained away his spiritual power, and his face turned pale.
However, seeing that the sluggish look of Zhao Jiuge on the opposite side was no better than his own, the two of them made a final move at the same time to determine the outcome, a showdown. On the stone platform, the two people stood next to each other, with the wind and frost floating in the middle. The two of them ignored each other coldly, and then their sight was covered by the wind and frost in the next moment.
Although the wind and frost in the sky blocked the view, it did not affect the enthusiasm of everyone in the audience. Finally, the winner was determined after the long-term competition. In the exciting expressions of everyone, they collided together!