Ten thousand years after my death, my system is activated

As Ji Donglin walked to the competition area step by step, his aura gradually became condensed.

Facing Tianjiao, the Holy Land of the North Pole, who was a little higher than himself, he would naturally not be careless.

Seeing this, Jialong sneered, not paying attention to Ji Donglin at all.

Daoxuanzong also had no one left, and even let a boy who had just entered Yanshen come up to die.

"Go ahead, I'll give you three moves."

When Jialong opened his mouth, he was extremely proud, even facing the disciple of Dao Xuanzong, he dared to ask him to do three tricks.

When the people around heard the words, they couldn't help talking.

"You are worthy of being the pride of heaven from the Holy Land of the North Pole, and you are really not ordinary self-confidence."

"Hehe, with his strength, facing someone who is a small realm lower than himself, making three moves is really nothing, what a big-tailed wolf."

"Hey, as expected of being born in the Holy Land, I don't know how long this patriarch of Daoxuanzong can last."

"Ji Donglin, isn't that the scourge of the Ji family? I didn't expect him to join Daoxuanzong. It's interesting. Could it be that he still wants to take revenge?"

"..."
Everyone around the arena was discussing, and even some members of the Ji family looked at Ji Donglin with complicated expressions.

But Ji Donglin's face remained unchanged, and when he stretched out his hand, there was a bloody spear in his hand.

Looking at Jialong, Ji Donglin said in a deep voice, "Ji Donglin, please advise."

Before the words fell, the spear shot out, like a wandering dragon, killing Jialong with the breath of destroying everything.

At the same time, a strong evil spirit filled the gun body, causing Jialong's face to change drastically.

As soon as the strong make a move, they will know if there is one.

As a proud man, he can naturally see that this move is ridiculously powerful.

Ignoring the previous three-stroke agreement, Jialong's figure burst back, and at the same time, the long sword split into the air.

boom!
The sword energy collided with the long spear, and an astonishing spirit erupted in the field.

If it wasn't for the special handling of this place, the rest of the might could sweep everyone away in an instant.

puff!
The spear directly tore through the sword energy, passing through Jialong's abdomen, bringing up a rain of blood.

One move, just one move, Jialong was directly injured.

If it wasn't for Ji Donglin not intending to kill him, I'm afraid his life is in danger at this time.

This scene not only stunned everyone, but also stunned the disciples of the Arctic Holy Land. Could it be that they were dazzled?
Forcibly suppressing the injuries in his body, Jialong's face was ugly, and he tightly squeezed the magic weapon in his hand.

If there is a hole in the ground at this time, he really wants to find a hole to drill in.

It's a pity that he didn't, and he was the arrogance of the Holy Land, and he was hit hard by a disciple of Daoxuanzong who was a little lower.

This is a disgrace, a great shame.

"Okay! Very good! You are worthy of being the arrogance of Daoxuan Holy Land."

Jialong gritted his teeth and even admitted for the first time that Tao Xuanzong was a holy land.

However, this does not mean that he intends to admit defeat, so Jialong said coldly: "But in the face of absolute strength, a sneak attack can't change anything!"

In a word, directly define Ji Donglin's direct shot as a sneak attack.

"You don't have to be shameless. They obviously shot in an aboveboard manner. How could it be a sneak attack?"

"That's right, he said it's a three-way trick, tsk tsk tsk!"

Ji Donglin's expression remained unchanged, and he sneered and said, "So this is the arrogance of the Arctic Holy Land. He agreed to let me do three tricks, and it's fine if I change my mind midway, but he still slanders me out of thin air. It's really insightful."

Ji Donglin's words made many people around laugh secretly, after all what Ji Donglin said was the truth.

If they hadn't been afraid of the strength of the Arctic Holy Land, I'm afraid they would have laughed out loud.

When Jialong heard this, his face turned red, and then he snorted coldly: "Huh! First you show weakness, and then suddenly explode, I hope you can still laugh later."

Before the words fell, Jialong directly took the lead.

Having said that, he is not a fool, and he knows in his heart that this young man must be difficult to deal with.

As soon as he made a move, it was his ultimate move to beat Ji Donglin with one blow, and he would be ashamed.

"Dragon King Transformation!"

With a loud shout, Jialong suddenly turned into a half-dragon, half-human monster, and his aura surged.

His figure flashed, as fast as lightning, and even a cultivator in the realm of Yanshen found it difficult to keep up for a while.

Such a speed has surpassed Yanshen's limit.

But Ji Donglin is an ordinary person?

Before he joined Daoxuanzong, he was already a Tianjiao-level figure in Daohu Mansion, let alone now that he has practiced the Heaven-level Kung Fu and obtained a mysterious inheritance?
Facing Jialong's full attack, Ji Donglin thrust out his spear suddenly.

boom!
Jialong, who struck as fast as lightning, was directly pierced through the heart again, bringing out countless blood mist.

The raging spiritual power made him grunt, and his injury became more serious.

"Impossible, it must have been an accident just now!"

Jialong roared angrily, unwilling to believe it.

After using the Dragon King Transformation, not only his speed increased greatly, but his defense power also doubled.

Jialong didn't believe in evil, his body retreated suddenly, and he quickly opened the distance from Ji Donglin, and at the same time, he slashed down with his long sword across the air.

Terrifying sword energy filled the entire arena, sweeping almost everything.

Ji Donglin shook his head, and he could tell at a glance that Jialong's swordsmanship was not well practiced at all, so he stabbed directly.

The spiritual light gathered on the spear directly tore the boundless sword energy, and under Jialong's unbelievable gaze, it passed through his throat again.

boom!
The next moment, Jialong's upper body was blown up directly.

Of course, such an injury would not kill the Yanshen powerhouse, at most his body would be half-destroyed.

Ji Donglin's face was calm, and he said lightly: "You have lost."

At this time, Jialong was really horrible, and he wanted to say something, but he saw a figure flashing, and there was another figure in the field.

It was a slender woman in white.

This woman, wearing a veil, with a cold breath, like an iceberg, is another contestant from the Arctic Holy Land, and her cultivation has reached the late stage of Yanshen.

"Jialong, go down, this man's marksmanship is already superb, I'm afraid he has already practiced to perfection, you are no match." The woman said indifferently.

Hearing this, Jialong took a deep look at Ji Donglin, and after taking a healing elixir, he flew out of the competition area in shame.

Three strokes were defeated, and he could already imagine the ridicule after returning to the Holy Land.

"Later stage of Yanshen vs. early stage of Yanshen, this Arctic Holy Land is really... tsk tsk tsk." Someone said in a low voice, sarcastically.

"Holy land, let alone the late stage of Yanshen, even if Yangshen ends, it may not be impossible."

"That's right, people make rules, we can only abide by them."

"Hehehe, Daoxuanzong also has Tianjiao in the late stage of Yanshen, and the old man is already looking forward to it."

"..."

Jialong's attack before was directly ruthless and ruthless, but Ji Donglin defeated Jialong in the middle stage of Yanshen with three moves, and everyone looked forward to Daoxuanzong even more for a while.

After all, this is Daohu Mansion, they naturally hope that Daoxuanzong will win.

As for the Arctic Holy Land, everyone is so proud that their nostrils are turned upside down, so it is naturally difficult to make people feel good.

In this regard, the two people on the stage turned a blind eye, as if they only had each other in their eyes.

Ji Donglin's expression was solemn. He felt an unimaginable and terrible pressure from this woman.

This is not only oppression in strength, but also in spirit.

He knew in his heart that as time went by, he was afraid that the oppression in his heart would become stronger and stronger, and he might even retreat without a fight.

Thinking of this, Ji Donglin let out a low cry, and shot his spear like a silver dragon roaring.

The woman in white had long been waiting for Ji Donglin to make a move, so she waved her hand and a Guqin appeared.

The sound of the piano is ding-dong, and the sound is pleasant.

But streaks of spiritual power exploded in front of Ji Donglin as if they were going berserk.

The magic spear also seemed to have encountered a huge obstacle, its power was greatly reduced, and it turned back.