Peach Fortune Ring

Then, a young man wearing a Taoist robe walked out from the side of the immortal cultivators. His cultivation level was one level lower than Madman Li's, and he was at the sixth level of innateness.

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Chapter 428 Losing Streak

"Madman Li, what do you call your Excellency?" Madman Li clasped his fists at the Taoist-robed youth.Please search () to see the most complete!The fastest updated novel

Unexpectedly, the young man in Taoist robes had an extremely arrogant personality, and he gave Kuangren Li a faint look: "You are an ordinary warrior, and you are not qualified to know my name. You should do it first, otherwise, you won't have a chance to make a move when I do it."

The other party's cultivation base was one step lower than his own, yet he still belittled him so much, Li Kuangren immediately became angry, and said to the other party in a cold voice: "You are looking for death!"

As soon as the words fell, Madman Li stepped out. His figure was like lightning, and he approached the Taoist robe youth in an instant. His fists were wrapped in blood-red air and went straight to the opponent's chest. The military killing fist created by the family's innate martial arts!

Kuangren Li kept in mind Song Yan's master's instructions, and every time he made a move, it was a killer move, and he still did it with all his strength.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two fists with a huge force of [-] jin bombarded the chest of the Taoist robed youth.

The opponent flew away at the sound.

At the moment when the other party flew away, Li Kuangren couldn't help thinking that this immortal cultivator was nothing more than that. At the same time, cheers came from the Yanhuang side.

The Taoist robed youth flew upside down for a few meters, but landed again unscathed. He disdainfully said to Li Kuangren, "Is that all you can do? You can't even break my defense!"

Most people didn't realize that when Madman Li hit the Taoist-robed youth with his fist, a layer of golden light suddenly overflowed from his body, and it was that layer of golden light that blocked Madman Li's attack.

Seeing this scene, Yanhuang's expression darkened slightly. It was really shocking and surprising that Li Kuangren's full-strength blow could not hurt a cultivator of the sixth level of innate talent.

"Come again!"

Anger flashed in Li Kuangren's eyes, and he stepped out again, heading straight for the opponent.

However, at this moment, the Taoist-robed youth threw something, which was a fist-sized gold seal, and as soon as the gold seal appeared in the air, it turned into a golden glow and hit Madman Li.

"boom!"

Seeing the golden seal bumping into it out of thin air, Li Kuangren was taken aback, and quickly punched him.

It was only when his fist collided with his golden seal that he felt a strong force coming from the golden seal. Although he tried his best to resist, he was still shocked and took several steps back.

Just when he was barely standing still, Jin Yin flew towards him again.

"Bang bang bang!"

Time and time again, Li Kuangren was bumped back again and again, and his face became paler and paler, because every time he was hit, a force would break into his body, and after several times, his internal organs had been shattered.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the people in Yanhuang Kingdom were a bit ugly. It was obvious that the opponent's level was lower than Li Kuangren's, but with the power of magic weapons, he was beaten back and forth in a row. It was really aggrieved and helpless.

But Song Yan glanced at this golden seal, but he showed a thoughtful look. This golden seal is a magic weapon, a second-grade treasure, and it is also the worst kind of second-grade treasure. Before he detected Seeing that the nine foundation builders were false daoist foundations and their disciples' real energy was mixed and impure, he had some doubts that the inheritance of this group of immortal cultivators might not be very good.

After seeing the magic weapon used by the other party, he became even more suspicious, because the magic weapon was so poorly refined, and the dignified second-grade treasure actually only had the function of "smashing".

After colliding with the golden seal several times in a row, Li Kuangren finally couldn't resist, and was hit by the golden seal on his chest, vomiting blood and flying backwards.

What everyone didn't expect was that after smashing Madman Li into the air, the cultivator disciple continued to use the golden seal to smash Madman Li's head, intending to smash his head.

"stop!"

Seeing this scene, Li Mu couldn't help but suddenly changed his face and shouted loudly, seeing the situation, he was about to rush out to save people.

However, just as he stood up, a cold snort sounded in his ears, and suddenly, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and fell back to his seat with a miserable expression.

On the field, Kuangren Li, who was in the air, saw that the golden seal was about to hit him on the head. In this life and death situation, he forced a breath of true energy and shot it out loudly.

"boom!"

Li Kuangren screamed and flew back, fell more than ten meters away, and passed out directly.

But the young man in the Taoist robe still had no intention of stopping, and actually manipulated the golden seal to fly over again, intending to beat Li Kuangren to death completely.

A cold light flashed in Song Yan's eyes, and he flew to Li Kuangren's side in a sway, grabbed his body and stepped back, even shouting: "We admit defeat!"

"Hmph, mortal warriors are really vulnerable!" the middle-aged Taoist robe said with a sneer as he retracted the golden seal.

It is typical to gain power and not forgive others. When these words came out, not only the faces of the Yanhuang side, not only the faces of the participants changed, showing anger, even the head of state, the nine elders, and the heads of the six major sects of the top ten families all changed their faces. How beautiful.

"In the first round, the Xianmen side won." Han Song walked out, announced the result, and continued: "The second round of the competition begins, please send the Xianmen side first!"

As soon as Han Song finished speaking, a handsome man in a Confucian robe stepped out from the group of immortal cultivators, looking extremely relaxed in his gaze.

"Please send players from the Yanhuang side." Han Song said again.

This young man in a Confucian robe is an immortal cultivator of the seventh level of innateness. If he wants to win, he must send warriors of the eighth level of innateness.

Therefore, Long Jian glanced across the group of innate eightfolds, and asked, "Who will go?"

"I'm going to meet him!"

As soon as the figure flickered, a man in black sportswear flew out and landed in the center of the field, standing opposite the Confucian robed youth.

Shi Shiran, a young man in a Confucian robe, said: "You are not my opponent. If you admit defeat now, you can still save your life. Otherwise, when I launch an attack, you will not even have a chance to beg for mercy!"

"Stop talking nonsense, take the call!"

The young man in the black sportswear shouted and drew out the soft sword at his waist to kill him.

However, at this moment, the young man in the Confucian robe smiled strangely, and his figure began to fly back. At the same time, he took out a jade talisman from his sleeve, quickly squeezed a formula and threw it into the sky.

"Look at my Thunder Talisman!"

"Boom!"

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, the jade talisman exploded, shooting out a thunderbolt, which instantly hit the opponent.

The young man in black sportswear screamed and fell to the ground, scorched all over, while the young man in Confucianism gowned up to him and kicked him on the temple with a kick full of true essence. Shocked the head of the young man in black sportswear into a paste, and then died.

Sure enough, there is no chance to beg for mercy!

As for Yanhuang's side, when they saw the other party ruthlessly attacking a person who had lost their combat effectiveness, they were both angry, helpless, and a little frightened.

And Song Yan's complexion was also a bit gloomy. If the competition continued, he was sure that the Yanhuang side would not only have no chance of winning, but even half of the hundred fighters who participated would be good enough to survive.

It's just that he was a little puzzled, what was the purpose of this contest with the cultivator?

[Author's digression]: Thank you [Crazy Cut Your Mother Bleeding] for the big reward

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