No one really thinks I'm a master, right?

Chapter 219

"So what about the high-ranking shikigami, you Chrysanthemum Clan are destined to be trampled under the feet of our Gangmen Clan forever." Gangmen Pianzuo felt waves of despair and helplessness. The second form is of no use either.

"I told you, I'm not from the Juhua family, White Fox, defeat him and let's go home!"

"Well, it's about to go!" The three-tailed white fox disappeared in place, and when it reappeared, it was already on top of the huge Xueyue Rentu. This move was exactly the same as the way Xueyue Rentu attacked her just now.

"If you like it, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Half of Xueyue Rentu's big mouth had been blasted to pieces. He howled happily, his whole body squirmed, and finally healed the injury on his face, but suddenly he felt a huge and unmatched aura oppressing his head, and he was so frightened. to escape.

However, how could a shikigami at the peak of the middle rank escape the attack of the upper rank? With just one grab, the three wind blades were white and crystal clear, like ice crystals reflected in the warm winter sun. Tu Qiqi's words were divided into three sections.

The three-tailed white fox stepped into the void, staring coldly at the three groups of squirming stumps. A blood-red five-pointed star array emerged below it, emitting bright blood light. The blood light was extremely viscous, killing the blood moon people. The stump was tightly wrapped, sinking into the formation bit by bit.

"If you want to run, how can it be so easy!"

The three-tailed white fox was also amazed at how powerful this monster's vitality was, and when it opened its mouth to spray, an energy ball surrounded by electric light crashed down.

"Boom!"

Dazzling white light like a small sun rose into the sky, and the huge and intense shock wave radiated in all directions. The three-tailed white fox curled its slender and flexible tail, and pulled Ampere Qingming on his back to protect him. The audience on the stage suffered.

The formation formed by several powerful onmyojis was as fragile as paper, and could not even block the shock wave a little bit. The violent energy turned the tens of thousands of spectators on their backs. Jump, a mess.

As for the nearest Gangmen Pianzuo, he did not die by accident, but was firmly blocked by the shield issued by the sacred staff that only the patriarch was qualified to master, passed down from generation to generation by the Gangmen clan. The damage he received was also the strongest, and even with the protection of the sacred staff, he still couldn't completely resist it. After all, his cultivation was not strong enough to exert the maximum power of the staff.

"puff!"

After the shock wave, Okamon Pianzuo spurted a mouthful of blood, his face was like gold paper, his veins and bones in his body were broken, and he fell limply on the ground. He was rescued by Okamon's flying body, and shouted "admit defeat", fearing that the three-tailed shikigami would come again one time.

After looking at the devastation for a long time, An Beiqing said loudly: "Where is the elder of the judge? He has come out to announce the result of the game!"

"I, I am here!"

Among the crowds in the stands in the distance, the ruling elder "crossed mountains and ridges", finally climbed out from the bottom, wiped the blood all over his face, and shouted: "Ampere Qingming succeeded in the challenge, temporarily the leader of this competition, who is there?" Still want to challenge?"

No one made a sound except for howling and crying.

Just kidding, whose head is so hard, to keep up with the high-ranking shikigami?

The ruling elder swallowed a elixir, stepped onto the ring, bowed respectfully to Ampere Qingming, and said loudly: "Since there is no challenge, then the elder officially announces that the leader of this competition is Ampere Qingming! "

Apart from the painful groans of "humming, chirping", the audience was silent again, not even a single person applauding.

The ruling elder swallowed in embarrassment, and said apologetically to Ampere Qingming, "My lord, please come with me to meet the priest of Amaterasu Shrine."

"Then it's hard work for you!" Ampere Seimei sat cross-legged on the back of Sanwei Shikigami, and followed the ruling elder through the air.

The supreme god king of all the people of the Wa Kingdom is Amaterasu God. As the high priest of Amaterasu Shrine, he is the only one who is qualified to communicate with the Great God. Naturally, his status, authority, and glory are not comparable to ordinary people.

He was wearing the high priest's robes glowing with precious light, and he sat in the luxurious throne with a blank expression on his face. In the solemn and solemn temple, there was a row of huge generals about three meters in length. The depressive atmosphere here makes me feel very uncomfortable.

The ruling elder is also a priest of the shrine. After reporting the game situation truthfully, he presented a piece of jade, cast a spell, and a water mirror appeared, one of which played the scene of the game just now.

The high priest read it slowly, waved his hand, and ruled that the elders packed up quickly and stepped aside.

"Ampere Qingming, this name appeared here at this time, and the prophecy of God Amaterasu has come true. Go down and rest. Tonight, you will face the Chinese world of cultivating immortals. Your name will shine brightly and be recorded in the history of the shrine." The priest gave a few more words of encouragement, and then let the two leave.

"The supreme Amaterasu, the chosen one has appeared, and the great age is coming!"

The high priest had strange seals on his hands, muttering something to himself.

Mount Fuji is beautiful under the sunset, but under this intoxicating night, a life and death battle between the two countries is about to take place.

As soon as Yi Fan entered the arena, he could clearly feel the hostility and murderous intent of the tens of thousands of practitioners in the Japanese kingdom.

At the same time, there is also an extremely tragic victorious momentum. These people present are determined to die tonight. No matter what, they must keep the top ten talents of the Huaxia visiting group here, so as to prove the glory and glory of the world of cultivating immortals in Japan. strength.

Yi Fan smiled and didn't pay attention, just this group of scumbags, with one "Treading the Sky Breaking", big feet can trample a large area to death, and there is nowhere to run.

The visiting group headed by Qingniu and the Japanese spiritual community headed by the high priest met for the first time on a formal occasion after the great war of the century a hundred years ago.

Overtly and secretly, spies from all walks of life from all over the world used secret techniques one after another, trying to record everything that happened tonight without any omissions.

Of course, the Immortal Cultivation Circles of various countries hope that the Japanese will gain some momentum. It is best to severely damage the Chinese Immortal Cultivation World in the first battle, so that they can suffer less losses when it is their turn.

The rules of the game are very simple, the top ten against the top ten, free to choose the order of the battle, except for taking the initiative to admit defeat, life or death does not matter, until the last person loses in the battle.

Of course, no one would easily admit defeat in such a fierce competition.

After some simple opening remarks, the first duel between the two sides officially started.

The top ten young geniuses in the Chinese immortal world are all vying for the first match.

However, Qingniu shook his head, pointed at Yi Fan and said, "The first battle is the final battle!"

"I am in the world of Immortal Cultivation in China. For the first time in tens of thousands of years, I set foot on the territory of the Japanese Kingdom on a formal occasion. The first battle of the young Tianjiao is of great significance. We only need to win without losing, and we must win cleanly and beautifully. We must defeat their confidence in one fell swoop. Faith will make them tremble and despair when we mention our China's immortal cultivation world in the next thousand years, so that they will not be able to covet the slightest bit of covetousness from generation to generation. Now, I ask you, who has I will allow him to fight on behalf of my Immortal Cultivation Realm in China!" Qingniu was emotional, but after saying the last sentence, the top ten talents hesitated for a while.

There is no other reason, Cang Mingxue, the top ten talents, was taken away by Qing Niu and his ten big bosses to teach and teach them all since childhood, and they worked hard to save in the end of the Dharma era. Now everyone is the top of the golden core peak Cultivator, among the younger generation, no one can surpass him, and he has a lot of cards on his body, and he also has the treasure of the clan bestowed by his master.

It can be said that each of these ten people can surpass the challenge and crush the Nascent Soul monks with absolute advantage. If they can't do this, there is no need to take revenge on the overseas immortal world one by one with great fanfare.

But to achieve a one-hit kill and kill a Nascent Soul cultivator in seconds, it would be a bit embarrassing.

The signature supernatural power of monk Nascent Soul is the ability to initially manipulate the power of heaven and earth to attack the enemy on a large scale.

If they were to face off in the arena, under the rule that they could only admit defeat or die in battle, Nascent Soul cultivator would choose to admit defeat nine times out of ten, and it was almost impossible to encounter an opponent who would be instantly killed before it was too late.

So Cang Mingxue and the others glanced at each other, not knowing how to answer for a while.

"Senior Qingniu, although I, Cang Mingxue, am a woman, I can temporarily increase my strength and cultivation base by using the secret arts of my master's sect. At that time, I will sacrifice the treasure of Zhenzong, and I have [-]% confidence to kill their high-ranking onmyoji with one blow. !” Cang Mingxue thought for a while, and resolutely came out.

"Nonsense, this is the first battle. Afterwards, there are immortal cultivators from all over the world waiting for us. Now you are only using your potential cards to kill one person. What will you do in the future? I won't allow it. You should watch this first battle carefully and recharge your energy Rui, there are tough battles for you to fight!" Qingniu flatly refused.

Needless to say, Cang Mingxue must have cast a self-mutilation spell similar to "Tianmo Disintegration", in exchange for temporary strength at the cost of serious injuries to herself.

Cang Mingxue was still dissatisfied: "Then I dare to ask Senior Qingniu, who is qualified for this battle?"

"He, Yi Fan, the first battle must be him!"

Qingniu pointed to Yi Fandao who was video-connecting his family.

Yi Fan was startled, hurriedly said goodbye to his family and hung up the phone, saying, "Shall I go? Okay, how are you going to beat him, to death or to maiming him?"

　After laying the groundwork for several chapters, the protagonist began to pretend to be beeping and windy, sparks and lightning all the way.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)