Chapter 7279 - Li Cang vs. Luo Shaobai

"Kneel down and admit defeat."

Xiao Guangming swept down with a thunderclap, hitting the ancient thunder dragon. Crack, two dragon claws broke, and then the huge dragon body was also swept into two pieces, spilling boiling dragon blood all over the sky, and thick bloody hot smoke emerged, like a blood curtain, dyeing the battlefield bright red.

Bang! Bang!

The ancient thunder dragon that was broken into two pieces fell into the battlefield, rolled several times, splashing a large amount of blood, and the ancient thunder dragon disappeared, replaced by Longchuan.

I saw that his whole body was divided into two parts with the waist as the boundary, his pale face was full of pain, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared blankly at the legs that rolled beside him.

"You bully the weak and fear the strong, now you know how powerful I am?"

Little Guangming looked down at Han Longchuan, raised his fist and threatened: "Admit defeat quickly, otherwise I will blow your head off with one punch."

Longchuan was full of frustration, fear in his eyes, and tremblingly said: "I, I admit defeat."

"Hiss!" The Blood Martial Saint was stunned, took a breath, and said in disbelief: "How is it possible? The Tree of Light is only at the Eight Tribulations Saint God Realm, but it actually split the Half-Step Ancient Saint Longchuan into two pieces?"

"Is this Tree of Light like the Heavenly Sword Saint God, also a demon?" The Demon Martial Saint said in doubt.

"Longchuan's axe skills are so powerful, but he was defeated so miserably? If it were us, wouldn't it be..."

Lingtian and Long Zhen looked at each other, and they couldn't help but shudder in their hearts, not daring to think about it anymore.

"My brother actually lost? Damn it!"

Long Yuan's face was gloomy, and anger flashed in his eyes.

Feng Li and Feng Li were silent at this. The surprise on their faces had not yet disappeared. They still felt unbelievable. They did not expect that their worries just now would become a reality.

Ji Xuan, Xing Xue and Bu Xiu monk looked at Xiao Guangming in surprise, and then looked at Lin Chen again. Birds of a feather flock together, and people of the same kind gather together. The people around the monster should not be underestimated.

Luo Shaobai and Hua Tianying watched coldly. This little fight was nothing.

Jiang Nanshan watched with interest and thought that this little fat man was pretty good.

"Xiao Guangming, you did a good job. I won't beat you this time." Zhatian said with a laugh.

Lin Chen and Tianle laughed in silence.

Chaos Qingniu suddenly said in confusion: "Lin Chen, Xiao Guangming has won, but why are the ancient saints not moving? Don't you recognize Xiao Guangming?"

"Yes."

Tianle and Xiaohuo also reacted, and looked around the ancient saints floating on the top of the mountain with puzzled eyes.

Xiao Guangming also realized it, frowned, and muttered: "No ancient saint has taken a fancy to me?"

Lin Chen comforted him: "Xiao Guangming, this is just the first competition. The ancient saints will naturally not make a rash choice, so you don't have to be discouraged, strive for the next time."

"Oh." Xiao Guangming nodded, but his fat face still showed disappointment.

"Humph, you beat me, so what? It's still nothing..." Longchuan said sarcastically.

"Shut up, reptile. Say another word and I'll beat you up again."

Xiao Guangming was angry and shouted, clenched his fist and shook it in front of him.

"..."

Longchuan swallowed his saliva and dared not say anything. He was already scared by Xiao Guangming.

"Humph, I beat you. Even if I can't do it this time, I still have the next chance, and you don't have a chance at all." Xiao Guangming snorted.

Longchuan was speechless when he heard this, and felt that his hope was slim. He immediately regretted challenging Xiao Guangming.

Xiao Guangming didn't waste any more time talking to him. He flew out of the arena and smiled at Zhatian: "I did a good job this time, didn't I?"

"It's just beating a reptile. What's there to be proud of? You should try to do better next time and get the recognition of those ancient saints." Zhatian hit him bluntly.

"Got it."

Xiao Guangming nodded with a sullen look on his face.

"Xiao Guangming, it's okay. You gave us a surprise this time." Tianle clapped his hands and laughed.

"Hehe, it's that cheap master who taught well."

Hearing Tianle's praise, Xiao Guangming was happy again, and a smile appeared on his fat face.

"The two magical powers you used last were taught by Senior Minghong, right?" Lin Chen asked.

"Yes." Xiao Guangming nodded.

"Senior Minghong didn't hide anything. You should practice harder in the future and live up to his painstaking teaching." Lin Chen reminded.

"Yes." Xiao Guangming nodded again.

"Brother, avenge me."

Long Chuan healed his divine body, stumbled out of the arena, and landed beside his elder brother Long Yuan. His legs were unstable, but fortunately he was assisted by his elder brother.

Long Chuan supported his younger brother's shoulders and said, "Just heal your wounds, I will avenge you."

"Yes." Long Chuan gritted his teeth and nodded, then sat cross-legged nearby and took pills to heal his wounds.

"It has not been passed down. It seems that the performance of the Tree of Light has not been recognized by the ancient saints who mainly practice the light." Luo Shaobai said without any change of expression.

"Brother Luo, do you have any idea of ​​taking action?" Hua Tianying asked casually.

"Don't worry, let these ants play first, and the strong ones will be the finale." Luo Shaobai smiled.

"Well, one victory is not enough to get the recognition of the ancient saints. Maybe defeating the winners will have hope." Hua Tianying said without comment.

"Luo Shaobai, dare to come up and fight."

At this moment, a cold shout with murderous intent came from the arena.

On the battle stage, there was a young man in a red robe, with a stern face, staring coldly at Luo Shaobai.

"Daddy, it's Li Cang. He has the courage to challenge Luo Shaobai, OK." Xiaohuo said excitedly.

"Can he defeat Luo Shaobai?" Tianle frowned.

"He should be able to fight, but it's hard to say who will win." Lin Chen said without hesitation.

"When we were at the foot of the mountain, Luo Shaobai belittled the Sword Spirit Star Region, and Li Cang and Che Zhou were angry about it. They challenged him in the first and second levels, but unfortunately they both failed. Now the third level is a test of strength, and they are really challenging Luo Shaobai again."

Mowu Shengzi, Lingtian, Tianjunzi and others were not surprised to see this, and whispered: "If Li Cang loses, the next person to challenge Luo Shaobai is probably Che Zhou."

Amid the gazes and discussions of the crowd, Luo Shaobai soared into the air. He had a handsome face, bright eyes, fluttering white clothes, and a jade-like temperament.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Luo Shaobai landed on the battle stage, looking at Li Cang on the opposite side, and said: "It's a pity that this competition can only be one-on-one, otherwise I would like to fight one against two and learn the swordsmanship of your Sword Spirit Star Region."

"Luo Shaobai, you underestimate us so much, and you will pay the price for it."

Li Cang's eyes were full of anger, and he flicked his sleeves. A blood-colored divine sword appeared in his hand, and the four holy origins of sword, killing, blood and heavy water surrounded him. The power of the ancient saints surged with it, and the momentum became stronger.

"No one present today can make me, Luo Shaobai, pay the price. You are not worthy."

Luo Shaobai laughed, and his right palm appeared out of thin air with his life-long divine weapon Shaoyang Sword, reflecting the brilliant sword light, shaking the void, and attracting the unparalleled sun sword light.

The Shaoyang Sword pointed at Li Cang on the opposite side, and Luo Shaobai said casually: "Defeat you in ten moves."