Chapter 581 Winning

Faced with the middle-aged monk's behavior, the old man surnamed Yan had a look of anger on his face. It was really irritating for a mere mid-stage Foundation Establishment monk to act like this in front of his peak Foundation Establishment realm.

Cruelly, the old man surnamed Yan kept ejecting his hands, and the fiery snakes quickly shot towards the middle-aged monk who was running away.

Fire Snake Technique, among the primary spells, is an intermediate spell. As long as the monks have reached the fourth level of Qi Gathering Stage, they can practice it.

Moreover, the fire snake sacrificed by the spell at this time can stay in the air for a period of time, and can be connected with it through the monk's spiritual thoughts, and can also be slightly controlled.

However, this kind of spell is rarely used in foundation-building monks' battles. Therefore, the power of the spell is not powerful, and it is only equivalent to the power of a high-grade magic weapon. It cannot be used against the spiritual shield of foundation-building monks. Causes no damage at all.

But at this time, the middle-aged monk opposite him didn't even activate his spiritual shield. As long as a fire snake touches his body, it will definitely be burned.

In just a moment, dozens of fire snakes appeared on the battlefield. Under the deliberate control of the old man surnamed Yan, they wandered around in a small space.

At this time, there was still not much room for Qin Fengming to move. Faced with this situation, Qin Fengming, who was running away quickly, did not panic at all.

He saw his hands waving continuously, and ice bullets flew out from under his hands. Under the attack of dozens of ice bullets, a fire snake was hit in an instant and disappeared.

The speed of Qin Fengming's Ice Bullet Technique was several times faster than that of the old man named Yan who used the Fire Snake. Under his attack, the Fire Snake within the shield actually appeared in a balanced state. The number has been maintained at twenty or thirty, and has not been able to increase.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Yan was even more angry and said angrily:

"Hmph, fellow Taoist Wei actually wants to win with this. I will play with fellow daoist to see if fellow daoist has more magic power, or if I am more skilled."

The old man is also a person who understands. By this time, he has already understood that the monk opposite is consuming the mana in his body. As long as the mana is not enough, he will inevitably give up.

But as a peak foundation-building monk, even though he has activated two more top-level spiritual weapons than his opponent, with his profound magic power, how can he still be afraid of his opponent? Thinking of this, he became fierce in his heart, and he kept sacrificing spells in his hands, and fire snakes flew out of his hands.

This kind of fighting, but among several competitions at the same time, seemed very lively, with fire snakes dancing wildly, ice bullets flying in all directions, and the sound of crackling was endless. A figure not only flashed within the shield, but also left an afterimage behind it.

Xiao Qinghao, who was sitting in the stands, was greatly puzzled by the behavior of the monk surnamed Wei. As soon as the monk surnamed Wei fired the fire bomb, the old man surnamed Yan would immediately bow his head and admit defeat.

But the middle-aged monk showed no signs of it. He used a martial arts technique as if he was playing in the field.

As time continued to pass, the monk surnamed Yan became more and more impatient. With his peak cultivation level of foundation building, half of the spiritual power in his body had been consumed at this time, but the middle-aged monk who was still avoiding the scene still did not appear. A state of weak mana.

The old man surnamed Yan knew very well the depth of mana in a monk's body at the peak of foundation building and in the middle stage of foundation building.

According to conventional judgment, the opponent should have already exhausted his mana and lost. But at this time, the other party did not stop.

"Hmph, I want to see how much magic power you have." As the old man surnamed Yan became furious, the speed at which he took out the fire snake suddenly accelerated a bit.

Seeing such a change in his opponent, Qin Fengming felt happy. By this time, he also knew that most of his opponent's magic power had been consumed. As long as there was another moment, the opponent's magic power would be exhausted.

Exciting spells consumes much more mana than driving spiritual weapons to attack the enemy. Under the circumstances where the old man surnamed Yan does not care about the cost, the rate of mana consumption increases sharply.

If Qin Fengming himself does not have the liquid in the mysterious gourd,

At this time, he had already given in defeat for a long time.

However, after being replenished with the mysterious liquid, he was not in a state of depletion of mana at this time. However, in order to give the old man opposite him the illusion, he still looked extremely pale, as if he was struggling to persevere.

In the eyes of the old man surnamed Yan, this situation is as if the opposite monk will give up as long as he persists in attacking for a moment.

But no matter how hard he redoubled his efforts, the monk on the opposite side was still like an invincible little strongman, stubbornly wandering around and avoiding. This scene lasted for more than half an hour again.

When the old man surnamed Yan realized that the spiritual power in his body was less than one-tenth of the original, it was too late.

Qin Fengming, who was always paying attention to the opponent's expression, saw that the opponent's expression was like this, and he already knew that the opponent's power was no longer sustainable. When he saw this, he no longer avoided it. With a wave of his hand, four top-level spiritual weapons responded. Hands fly out.

In a flash, he intercepted two of the opponent's spiritual weapons, while the remaining spiritual weapons circled around him and slashed away at dozens of fire snakes.

The fire snake, which is equivalent to a high-grade magical weapon, is not a single-hit enemy of a top-grade spiritual weapon. Just like wormwood encountering a sharp blade, they were cut into several pieces one after another, and the spiritual energy was scattered and dissipated in the air.

With a thought from Qin Fengming, the two spiritual weapons flashed and flew quickly towards the old man surnamed Yan who was stunned.

The old man surnamed Yan, who was shocked by the excessive consumption of spiritual power in his body, suddenly raised his head and saw that the other party had sacrificed four top-level spiritual weapons at this time. After destroying the medium-fire snake he had sacrificed, he It was flying towards him standing up quickly.

When he saw it, he was shocked, but he was also a person rich in fighting. Without hesitation, he immediately used two top-level spiritual weapons to intercept the opponent's two spiritual weapons.

The four pairs of spiritual weapons began to attack and collide continuously in the air, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

After using the spiritual weapon to attack, Qin Fengming did not make any more moves, but his face changed. There was no color on his face, and he looked very calm, as if he had not engaged in any competition just now.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Yan was very puzzled as to why the other party would do this, but he knew in his heart that he was unable to save himself this time, and it was only a matter of time before he surrendered.

"Fellow Daoist Wei's methods are indeed very clever. I made one careless move, but I was defeated at the hands of fellow Taoist."

As the old man surnamed Yan said the words of surrender, Qin Fengming put the spiritual weapon back into his sleeves with a wave of his hand. Holding his fists and cupping his hands, the old man surnamed Yan slowly left the arena with a look of shame.

Qin Fengming won the battle without any blood, which surprised everyone present.

A monk in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment actually competed with a peak Foundation Establishment monk in a magical contest, and finally returned victorious. Such a surprising thing appeared in front of him, which made people puzzled.