When Jiang Hanzhi saw that the person on stage was Lu Cong from Qinglong Academy, he was also shocked, but his expression soon returned to calm.
He looked at Lu Cong indifferently: "It turns out to be Brother Lu Cong. I have long heard that Brother Lu Cong's Ten Thousand Character Mantra is the most powerful sonic technique in ancient times. I just learned a lesson today."
Jiang Hanzhi was somewhat dissatisfied with the fact that Lu Cong was ranked ahead of him on the list of gods.
Over the past few hundred years, he has been in seclusion and practiced hard, and he has received many opportunities, and his strength has greatly increased. He believes that his strength is enough to aspire to be among the top three in the list of gods.
Today, he will let everyone know his true strength in front of all the strong men.
Lu Cong heard the strong flavor of challenge in Jiang Han's words, and suddenly grinned on his expressionless face: "Although you have really seen my ten thousand-character mantra, I won't let you down later."
When Jiang Hanzhi heard this, his eyes turned cold and he said no more. Black gas billowed out of his body, turning into clouds of ink that rolled around his body.
"This is the Jiang family's Ice Prison Technique!"
"It seems that Jiang Hanzhi has practiced the Ice Prison Art to the ninth level and condensed the power of Ice Prison!"
The powerful men from all directions started talking in surprise.
While everyone was discussing, with Jiang Hanzhi's body as the center, layers of black ice continued to condense on the ring and spread. Soon, they spread to Lu Cong.
Seeing this, Lu Cong's feet suddenly trembled, and streaks of golden light continued to emerge from his feet, undulating outward like ripples. Under the fluctuations of the golden light, the black ice condensed by Jiang Hanzhi's ice prison power was still unable to approach the tenth place in front of him. Husband.
Jiang Hanzhi's eyes narrowed, and he was secretly surprised.
I heard that when you practice the 10,000-character mantra to 4,000 words. The cultivator will generate ten thousand words of true power, making him invincible to those of the same level.
Was that ten thousand words of true power just now? Could it be that Lu Cong has mastered the 10,000-word mantra to 4,000 words!
Just when Jiang Hanzhi was surprised, the powerful people around him started talking again.
"Ten thousand words of true power! I didn't expect that Lu Cong's ten thousand words of mantra could be cultivated to the fourth level!"
"Legend has it that he has condensed ten thousand words of true power and is invincible below the god level!"
"Ten thousand words of true power, comparable to the power of a god-level powerhouse!"
Lu Cong listened to the discussion of the powerful people from all directions and looked at Jiang Hanzhi with a smile on his face: "Although your Ice Prison Technique is not weak, you have not yet reached the tenth level of Dzogchen. You are no match for me, Jiang Hanzhi. You are now It’s still too late to take the initiative to leave the ring.”
Jiang Hanzhi looked ugly. With a cold voice, a cloud of ink suddenly swayed all over his body, and he was in front of Lu Cong in an instant, and punched out to kill him.
The ink clouds are billowing. The terrifying fist force suddenly hit Lu Cong's chest from the ink cloud.
at the same time. There was a faint sound of sobbing and shrieking ghosts.
"This is the Wugui Fist of the Wugui Sect in ancient times!" Someone recognized Jiang Hanzhi's fist power. I couldn't help but be surprised.
"Witch-Ghost Fist?! Legend has it that those who are at the god level are hit by the Witch-Ghost Fist, and are haunted by thousands of ghosts, and their souls are devoured by thousands of ghosts. It is extremely painful!" someone else shouted.
Everyone was shocked.
Qin, the master of Qinglong Mansion, was also surprised when he saw Jiang Hanzhi actually using the Witch Ghost Fist of the Witch Ghost Sect in ancient times.
Lu Cong didn't dare to be careless when he saw the power of Wu Gui's fists rolling in. Golden light shot out from his whole body, and then he opened his mouth, and ancient runes composed of mysterious patterns flew out one by one.
Each ancient rune is like a small golden mountain, with golden light blooming.
The golden talisman collided with the Wugui fist.
The sky shook.
The arena exploded.
The power of the golden talisman and the Wugui fist dissipated at the same time.
Lu Cong took a few steps back, while Jiang Hanzhi took a dozen steps back, his face turning pale.
Lu Cong stabilized his body and opened his mouth again. This time, these golden runes were no longer one by one, but formed a string. When they burst out of the air, the space above the arena actually collapsed.
Jiang Hanzhi's expression changed, and the ink clouds all over his body condensed, forming an ink-colored armor.
Under the ring, Huang Xiaolong watched the two men fighting fiercely, his expression remained calm.
Although the strength displayed by Jiang Hanzhi and Lu Cong shocked everyone, in his eyes, they were just two older children playing around.
The strength of the two of them is still far behind Wan Long, who was promoted to the top of the God List.
In the ring, the fierce battle continued, but the more Huang Xiaolong watched, the more boring it became.
In the end, after a fierce battle of more than a hundred moves, Jiang Hanzhi was defeated by Lu Cong and was knocked off the ring.
Jiang Hanzhi was shot down to the ring. Looking at Lu Cong on the ring, although he was still unwilling, he could only touch the blood on the corner of his mouth and retreated behind the head of the Jiang family.
Lu Cong stood on the stage, a powerful aura enveloped all directions, and said calmly and domineeringly: "I wonder who still wants to see the power of Mr. Lu's ten thousand words mantra?"
This time, no disciple dared to enter the ring.
Although those ten amethyst water qin pills are tempting, who knows if they can still be alive when they fall into the ring like Jiang Hanzhi.
Seeing that no one came up to the stage, Lu Cong couldn't help but turn his head and look in the direction of Huang Xiaolong, and smiled softly: "Doesn't anyone from Xuanwu Academy dare to come up? If so, then I really have to thank you for giving us Qinglong Academy 20,000 high-level gods for free It’s a sacred stone.”
"After witnessing the power of Senior Brother Lu Cong's Ten Thousand Word Mantra, I think Xuanwu Academy has been scared to death for a long time. How dare I go on stage to compete with Senior Brother Lu Cong." At this time, a Supreme Elder from Qinglong Academy couldn't help but chuckle.
"I think so, but I didn't expect Huang Xiaolong to be such an idiot and give us 20,000 divine high-level divine stones for free!" Another Supreme Elder of Qinglong Academy continued.
The two of them talked to themselves, not loudly, but with the strength of everyone present, they could naturally hear clearly.
Liu Yun's face was furious and he was about to fly onto the stage. Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong stretched out his hand to stop him and said: "To deal with this Lu Cong, I don't need senior brother to take action. I will do it."
Fengyang, Liu Yun, Qi Wen and Chen Yang were all startled.
Feng Yang looked at Huang Xiaolong, nodded slowly and said: "Be careful."
"Master, please rest assured." Huang Xiaolong responded respectfully, then turned around and appeared on the ring in a flash.
Everyone was surprised when they saw that the man from Xuanwu Academy who went to battle was actually Huang Xiaolong.
When the Holy Mother of Yaochi saw Huang Xiaolong on stage, her beautiful eyes lit up and she looked thoughtful.
Qin Yi, the master of Qinglong Palace, sneered secretly.
On the ring, Lu Cong looked at Huang Xiaolong, shook his head and smiled: "Huang Xiaolong, to be honest, I admire your courage. You dare to go on stage even though you know you are defeated."
Everyone in Qinglong Academy also chuckled.
Huang Xiaolong's face was calm: "Originally, I wanted to give you a chance to live, but now it seems that you have no chance."
Lu Cong and everyone around were startled.
Lu Cong laughed, and the powerful men from all over the world couldn't help but shake their heads and looked at Huang Xiaolong with pitiful eyes.
"Huang Xiaolong, sometimes I have to admit that you are indeed quite talented in comedy." Lu Cong stopped laughing and looked at Huang Xiaolong playfully: "You said you originally wanted to give me a chance to live? Even if it is Now that He Feifan has broken through to the god level, he dare not say that he can kill me. Do you think you are stronger than He Feifan now?" (To be continued...)