Chapter 369 Defeating Little Master Yueyang
After Li Chang went down, Yang Tianyou did not choose to rest and continued fighting.
Still no one from the monks below came on stage. After all, the scene where Li Chang was beaten so hard that he couldn't fight back was really a bit heartbreaking.
Even if some monks are warlike, they prefer evenly matched battles rather than crushing without any suspense.
No one likes to be beaten, so they can only randomly choose the formation.
After three breaths, a middle-aged woman wearing a Taoist robe and still charming was sent to the ring.
She glanced at the handsome young man standing opposite, leaning on a knife, and took a deep breath.
After the light screen announced the start of the fighting, he took out a fiery red bead and smashed it at Yang Tianyou.
God is pitiful. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't admit defeat in the ring competition and couldn't let go, the middle-aged woman would never take the initiative to attack someone so much more powerful than herself.
The blazing flame bead was like a small meteor, mixed with surging fire and heading straight towards Yang Tianyou.
Seeing this, he hooked his finger, and Xinghui quietly appeared, with a clanking sound, and flew the beads away.
Then, two colors of blue and blue electric light swirled and intertwined, and there was an invisible force to hide the form. The silver starlight suddenly disappeared from the sight of the middle-aged woman.
The latter's pupils were constricted, and the fatal feeling was like countless fine needles pricking the surface of her skin. However, no matter how she searched, she could not find the star.
Ding! !
A thick protective shield suddenly appeared. The middle-aged woman was sweating coldly. She squinted her eyes and looked at the three-foot flying knife that appeared on the right side of her neck. She made a "dong" sound and swallowed her saliva.
If it were a real fight, her head would be in a different place at this moment.
Walking off the ring in a daze, the middle-aged woman remained silent for a long time.
On the ring, Yang Tianyou stood upright, like a strange peak, exuding brilliant power.
From the moment he entered the Four Elephants and Nine Levels, Yang Tianyou almost swept all the way. The journey went smoothly. His confidence became stronger and stronger, and his sword intention became more sharp and domineering.
The way of the sword is the way of invincibility, the way of indomitable progress.
At present, with the exchange rate of hundreds of thousands of foundation-building monks, if Yang Tianyou can really sweep through the Four Symbols and Nine Levels, then he can use this to lay the foundation of the sword's power.
With the great power of man, we nourish the unity of heaven and man, and achieve unparalleled sword power!
This is a practical path, and many disciples of great forces will choose this path when they have no way forward in their artistic conception.
Fighting in all directions, cultivating my power, finally uniting heaven and man, breaking the barrier of Tao!
Yang Tianyou's change in momentum was naturally noticed by the monks below.
Some are surprised, some are envious, some are jealous, and some take it for granted.
For example, that Li Chang was talking eloquently to his new friend, "As expected of the man who defeated me, Li Chang. When the Xiuhe brothers develop their momentum, they will surely be able to sweep through the invincibles, achieve the realm of sword power, and break through to the Nascent Soul." , transforming into a god is no problem!”
The old man next to him laughed and joked, "Young Daoist Li was beaten up, but you met this outstanding person. What a blessing!"
"Of course……"
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As time passed, Yang Tianyou barely rested, one game after another, and half an hour passed in the blink of an eye!
"Sixteenth game, winner, make peace!"
A man in black with a sluggish look walked down the ring. He was not weak in strength, and he fought Yang Tianyou several times before the latter found the opportunity and knocked him off the ring.
"I'll fight you!"
A childish voice came. Wearing a blue Taoist robe, the young man, who looked about eleven or twelve years old, jumped onto the ring, put his hands on his hips, looked at Yang Tianyou and said.
"Little Master Yueyang!" Yang Tianyou whispered.
This man is the heir of the leader of the Haiyuan Sect. He has a noble status, but due to physical problems, he grows very slowly. He is obviously in his thirties, but he still looks like a teenager.
And not only the appearance, the character of Little Master Yueyang is also the same as that of an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, very out-of-the-box and active.
I don’t know what Haiyuan Sect Leader thinks, so he is not afraid of being included in the Four Elephants and Nine Levels by allowing his precious son who has not grown up.
However, although his personality and appearance are at the level of a teenager, Yueyang Xiaozhen's strength cannot be underestimated.
He is good at illusions, and is especially good at creating all kinds of weird illusions to trap his enemies inside and let him tease and tease them.
Thinking of all the rumors, Yang Tianyou's eyes narrowed and he became serious.
He didn't want to experience those strange illusions in the rumors. Although it was not life-threatening, it would definitely be a different kind of blow to the monk's character.
"Hey, why are you looking so wary? My illusion won't eat you!" Little Master Yueyang put his hands on his hips, his childlike voice seemed light and agile, and coupled with his sculpted appearance, even if Even though he was pretending to be angry, he looked quite cute.
At least some of the female monks under the ring looked at Little Master Yueyang with a different kind of brilliance in their eyes.
"The seventeenth battle begins now!"
The light curtain appeared and then dissipated!
Yang Tianyou took action first, using the power of magnetism to push the star glow, and the lightning flashed away.
Little Master Yueyang didn't react slowly. He took out his natal magical weapon almost the moment Yang Tianyou took action.
A crystal clear colorful shell!
Ding! !
The starlight slashed on the shell, but only left a shallow mark, and soon, the mark disappeared.
It is not like the automatic repair of magic weapons, but it is similar to the healing of biological wounds.
brush!brush!
The starlight turned into a silver moon disk, and it no longer concealed the form with invisible power, but fully exerted the effect of the power of magnetism.
Swift, broken, law-breaking, sharp!
A starlight, struck with extreme speed, formed a shadow of swords all over the sky, and suddenly submerged Little Master Yueyang.
With his face flushed from suppressing the pain, Little Master Yueyang activated his natal shell to resist Xinghui's attack, while taking out a silver-white pearl and placing it on top of his head.
Wow! !
The pearl rotates, undulating layer by layer, like water creating waves and spreading.
hum! !
A strong mental impact was mixed with the water attribute aura. Fortunately, Yang Tianyou's true spirit was powerful, and the extended mental power barrier was tough enough.
Not to mention his dual cultivation of law and body, physical and spiritual shields, which also have a certain weakening effect on mental attacks.
The combination of the three, Yang Tianyou was only slightly dazed, then he woke up and continued to charge forward with the knife.
"Yeah, why doesn't it work?"
Little Master Yueyang panicked. This was the first time he failed with the Mirage Spirit Pearl, and the series of attacks he had originally prepared were shelved.
However, he is the heir of Haiyuan Sect Master after all, and he often enters the trial tower on weekdays. Although there are fewer life-and-death fights, he still has combat experience.
Little Master Yueyang took out a blue gong and drum, bent his index finger, and struck it gently with the protruding joint.
dong dong dong! !
The drum beat continuously, and layers of substantial sound waves swept out. The air and dust on the ring were cut in half by these sound waves, creating a vacuum channel.
Ding!Ding!
The crisp sound of gold and iron came to my ears. In the opinion of Little Master Yueyang, this sound was even louder than the sound he made by beating the blue urn drum.
Looking up, he saw the young man wearing dark purple robes, his body covered with a layer of armor with red as the base and green, blue, gold and silver intertwined.
This armor was so hard that it actually withstood the sound wave emitted by the blue urn drum, smashing it into pieces, and rushed towards him with an extremely violent momentum.
"Yeah, stop it!"
Little Master Yueyang was shocked, his little face wrinkled, and his two slender eyebrows almost formed a single line.
The mellow blue spiritual power surged out from his palm and poured into the colorful shell.
hum! !
With the blessing of a large amount of spiritual power, the shell shone brightly, and a thin layer of water curtain emerged, popping away the indiscriminate bombardment of stars.
At this time, Yang Tianyou just arrived!
He slashed down hard with his sword, and the whimpering air was like the desperate scream of a ghost. The several-foot-long, extremely condensed platinum sword struck the colorful shell in an instant.
Tear! !
The water curtain was torn directly, and then there was the layer of colorful shells.
This knife seems ordinary, but its lethality is extremely terrifying.
Except for the fact that Xuanyin's third-level magic power has not been used, Yang Tianyou is already at the peak of his strength.
It can definitely be called a full-strength attack by an early Jindan monk. This is his confidence.
boom! !
Debris flew, leaving half of the arena full of holes, and the formation shield appeared out of thin air, demonstrating the outcome of this fight.
"Seventeenth game, winner, make peace!"
