After a short distance, Gao Congyang's face became even more ugly. After all, after a series of confident measures, not only did he fail to achieve any results, but he fell into a rather embarrassing state. This is obviously unacceptable for a monk who thinks highly of himself.
Sooner than later, all this competition on the ring did not last too long. This series of collisions consumed the mana of the two fourth-level monks. It is also a big pressure for them.
After all, for the winner, this is not the last round of battle, it is just the beginning. There will be a series of subsequent battles that need to be faced head-on. This so-called Trial Conference of Hundred Tribes is not only for the The test of a monk's explosive power is also a test of endurance.
If you barely win due to excessive consumption or heavy damage in a battle, the impact on subsequent battles will also be extremely obvious, and it can basically be declared the outcome of this Hundred Tribe Trial Conference. Officially over.
Sun Mingsheng had already suffered a lot in the first round of the battle. In the end, he barely won the battle based on the opponent's emphasis on and fear of the physical body.
If the family had not prepared in advance and carried out a targeted recovery with high-quality elixirs that could heal injuries and restore spiritual power, this round of fighting would not have been able to persist to this point.
So after this period of relative confrontation and exhaustion, Sun Mingsheng's face also looked livid, and there was a constant feeling of emptiness in his dantian, and he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.
The Gao family, which alone occupies Zhending County and Zhending Lingshan, may be better than the Sun family in terms of strength, but the family has a big business and consumes all kinds of resources and spiritual objects. Not a few.
The Hundred Clans Trial Conference involves a stable supply of financial resources for the family’s spiritual stones for the next hundred years. Every time you advance up the rankings, you will have a lot of profits. Naturally, you cannot give up and waste it in vain.
"Gah ah ah, Sun Daoyou's powerful method, every move and every move of this seems to be inherently restrained." Dwarf monk Gao Congyang laughed angrily, looking even crazier.
However, during the development process, due to various means, other changes occur, and the monks who are different from ordinary people always have their own inverse scales, and their tempers are usually moody and unpredictable.
For this so-called threat from language, Sun Mingsheng did not have any substantive feedback except his livid face. The burning ax turned into a fiery red light, twisting, moving and flickering in the air. .
Every time a transfer is completed, a huge ax shadow will appear on the spot, and instantly a new round of attacks will be launched towards the dwarf monk from all directions, and then a fight will break out between the two. It is a fierce battle, and judging from the current situation, it is obvious that the winner cannot be determined in a short time.
Sun Mingsheng and the dwarf monkIn this battle, because they will encounter talented people, their respective strengths are basically on the same level, forming a relatively confrontational situation.
In another battle that was unique to the early stage of foundation building, Sun Mingzeng, a monk from the Sun family, firmly gained the upper hand with an absolute advantage.
"Fellow Daoist Bai's cultivation is only at the second level of foundation building after all. How about reaching that point?" Sun Mingzeng looked at the old acquaintance from the Bai family opposite him who was also the lover of his younger brother Mingsheng. He was occupying every move. While you have the upper hand, you must also control the strength of your attack.
"Although I am just a little girl, I am also a genuine monk. If Fellow Daoist Sun wants to win, he must use his methods quickly. The best way is to defeat the little girl in an honest and fair manner, so why bother here?" With a look of sympathy, Bai Qingling was quite generous during the battle.
Facing Sun Mingzeng’s persuasion, he not only did not retreat at all, but instead waved a second-order low-grade spiritual sword and the long sleeves in his hand more gracefully.
"Forget it, today I have fulfilled my Taoist friend's wish. If I am accidentally injured, I will make amends after the battle." Sun Mingzeng's face was also corrected after hearing this, and naturally he would not delay any longer.
The huge flying knife gourd couldn't help but spin in the air, and the three flying knives engraved with a large number of patterns turned into a stream of light and hit Bai Qingling.
With the support of sufficient mana, the Dingshui Flag changed its focus on defense in previous battles. Instead, it was constantly waving in the air.
Every time after completing a swing, a large amount of water-attribute spiritual power of different shapes will condense, cutting out like an arrow from the string.
This so-called cutting is not an attack in the normal sense. Each spiritual weapon of different shapes condensed with mana seems to be cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
The angles between each spiritual weapon seem to be the same, but there are some slight differences. Perhaps just a piece of flesh and blood about the size of a palm can withstand the condensed energy of ten water-attributed spiritual weapons. The cutting of weapons.
As the direct bloodline of the ancestor of the Bai family, Bai Qingling is slightly inferior in terms of cultivation. However, with the assistance of various spiritual weapons with endless magical power to make up for it, her combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated.
Especially a small, lamp-shaped defensive weapon that is only half the size of a palm. A small but extremely bright heart of fire continuously shoots out layers of light masks.
Under the impact of a steady stream of spiritual weapons condensed from various water-attribute spiritual powers, except for the bursts of light, he looked completely unmoved.
Only the three flying knives ejected from the flying knife gourd can cause some damage. Every time an attack is completed, the fire will flicker on and off due to the large consumption of mana.
Judging from Sun Mingzeng’s fighting skills and acumen, he had already accurately discovered the pattern within just two rounds of back and forth.
Decisively sacrificed a piece of Zhang Ling Talisman to kill Bai Qingling.After all the attacks were repulsed, a black, round iron lump carrying infinite force from top to bottom fell viciously on his head.
"Crack" was heard as a crisp sound was heard, and the light, which had been burning continuously and had a rather simple overall shape, was finally completely extinguished.
"Bai Daoyou accepts" The huge black iron ball stopped at a position about Bai Qingling's feet.
"Fellow Daoist Sun is very powerful. This little girl is willing to lose this battle and accept the defeat." Bai Qingling gave in quickly and jumped out of the ring.
Sun Mingzeng successfully won the second battle and once again accumulated one point for his family.
At this time, the second round of fighting among other monks in the family has also ended. Only Sun Mingsheng is still in a confrontation. However, after a series of fierce battles, Sun Mingsheng has also been faintly To gain the upper hand, as long as there is steady development and no obvious changes, it is not too difficult to win the final victory.
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