My sect is full of geniuses

Chapter 139 Backhand
As soon as the words fell, a statue of Fudo Mingwang appeared in front of him, Zhao Yang said with a disdainful smile: "It's still the same, can't we have some new tricks?"

"I've dealt with you enough!" Long Yu kicked the ground fiercely and killed Zhao Yang together with the statue of Fudo Mingwang.

Patting the dust off his body, Zhao Yang uninterestedly took out the Mountain and River Fan and said in a low voice, "I thought it was something powerful, but it turned out to be just a large Buddha statue. Forget it, let's finish playing and rest early."

After all, the fan of mountains and rivers shook, and the map of mountains and rivers surrounded him.

It has to be said that Zhao Yang did not disappoint his purple three-star talent, this is exactly a usage he figured out after taking over the Mountain and River Fan, instead of throwing the Mountain and River Map out, he surrounds it and uses a small amount of Qi to control it, The purpose of defense has been achieved.

Long Yu, who was hiding behind the statue of King Fudo Ming, saw Zhao Yang rushing towards him fearlessly, with a hidden smile on the corner of his drooping mouth.

"boom!"

The Demon Subduing Pestle fell heavily, but Zhao Yang did not panic, and manipulated the map of mountains and rivers to collide with it.

Taking advantage of the pause of the statue of Fudoming King, Zhao Yang accelerated sharply, passed him by the whole body, and smashed the purple square seal in his palm towards the unsuspecting Long Yu.

"puff…"

Long Yu couldn't dodge and was hit by Fang Yin in the middle of his vest. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and then he fell down weakly.

Witnessing the scene in front of him, Zhao Yang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart, and quickly gathered a hidden Qi shield and stuck it under his clothes.

Then he walked cautiously towards Long Yu who fell to the ground.

"Fainted? That's not right, then why didn't the referee remind him to end the game?" After the investigation, Zhao Yang whispered to himself in confusion.

However, just when he was in doubt, a sudden change occurred. The Fudo Mingwang Statue who stopped moving behind him suddenly swung the subduing magic pestle, and the collapsed Long Yu appeared out of nowhere, carrying a golden fist and the subduing magic pestle together. Left and right double-teamed Zhao Yang's retreat.

"Haha, I see that your broken map can block two attacks at once?"

Zhao Yang's face was ugly, and he glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, where the "Long Yu" was still crawling obediently, knowing that he had been fooled, but the situation was urgent, so he couldn't help hesitating.

Shanhe Fan was moved to the direction of Subduing Demon Pestle, while he himself hastily swung a palm print to fight Long Yu.

After the violent collision, Zhao Yang backed up a few meters, and slightly bent his waist. Xing Qing said that he was lucky to be careful, if it wasn't for the air shield just now, he might be injured.

But Long Yu, who succeeded in one blow, did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but closed his eyes on the spot, muttering something in a low voice.

Although Zhao Yang didn't know what Long Yu was reading, he thought it was not a good thing, and was about to get up to interrupt him, but suddenly felt a sharp pain coming from behind him.

"Hmm...how is it possible..."

Turning his head inconceivably, "Long Yu", who had already fallen to the ground, smiled and let go of the dagger stuck behind him, and slowly backed away.

"Let's go with peace of mind!"

Seeing that victory was just around the corner, Long Yu rushed forward with a grinning grin, apparently intending to take Zhao Yang's life away before the referee stopped him.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer, but Long Yu is getting more and more uneasy.

Why is he smiling so happily when he is about to die?Does he have backhands too?

"puff……"

Everyone present held their breath, the whole place was unprecedentedly quiet, and the sound of a sharp weapon piercing the flesh was too loud.

The onlookers in the back row stood on tiptoe, but the crowd in front blocked their sight like a city wall, so they had to ask loudly.

"Who won? Is it Long Yu?"

"It must be Zhao Yang of Taichu Sect."

"nonsense…"

There was a dispute in the back, but the audience in front didn't say a word, just stared at the ring in a daze.

"Tick tick tick..."

The blood kept hitting the ground of the arena like raindrops, stirring up waves of dust,

Long Yu had a look of disbelief on his face, lowering his head and staring at the spear that penetrated his chest.

Turning his head and looking at Zhao Yang, who was not injured at all behind him, he asked with difficulty: "You...why...but...maybe you don't have...a little...injury?"

"Want to know?"

Zhao Yang smiled slightly, and turned the handle of the gun under Long Yu's eager eyes, and when his eyes completely lost the light, he drew back the Nine Thunder Silver Spear, wiped the blood on it and murmured: "Sorry, but I don't really want to tell you..."

(End of this chapter)