Chapter 41: A Hundred Years of Light Victory over Bears

As the six gods become more and more proficient, he has also figured out a lot of rules, the six gods need to divinate six times in a row, before forming a hexagram, a hexagram to a thing, different things, the spiritual power consumed is not the same, the key is the first divination, some major things, or related to celestial phenomena, events that have a significant impact on the future, in the first divination will consume a lot of spiritual power, every time he encounters this situation, he will be cautious, according to the relationship between the matter and himself to decide whether to divination, if the first divination consumes very little spiritual power, then, this matter will not have a big impact on the future, it will not cause any changes in heaven, and he will continue divination with confidence. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

These competitions of the Five Peaks Competition, although it is a grand event in Xiaohan Mountain, but it is a small matter compared with the general trend of the whole world, not even a drop in the ocean, even if Wang Tong does not use the Six Masters of the Divine Calculation, with his strength, he can also defeat the opponent and enter the top ten elite disciples, and he and Mei Yunxi are the first battle of the ranking battle after he becomes the top ten elite disciples, no matter whether he wins or loses, he is among the elite disciples, so strictly speaking, it is not a change of life against the sky, nor is it a tampering with history, so the spiritual power consumed is very small.

After several deductions, he found that Mei Yunxi's realm and cultivation in the way of the sword were far beyond his imagination, so he simply gave up the deduction, victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, and if you lose, you lose, and it has nothing to do with the overall situation.

Of course, if he ran into Mei Yunxi before entering the top ten elite disciples, he would have to use his own strength and even hole cards to fight with Mei Yunxi.

The next morning, it was already dark

The nine rings have long been crowded with people, and today is the penultimate day of the Wufeng Competition, which means that the most exciting scene of the Wufeng Competition is about to begin.

Wang Tong stood in a group of senior brothers, his expression was indifferent, there were only forty disciples left, and the two games could be compared, he was placed in the second game, but the opponent was Xiong Bainian, a disciple of Qingxuanfeng.

After the first game, the winners and losers were divided, three of the five disciples under Wang Huai's seat should fight, among which Jin Ziyang abstained from withdrawing due to the problem of demons, his opponent won without a fight, and the remaining two, one is Tong Xiang, the other is Gu Dachao, one wins and one loses, Gu Dachao looked a little depressed when he got out of the ring.

In the ring, Wang Tong looked at Xiong Bainian opposite, with no sadness or joy on his face.

Xiong Bainian and Shi Nanping in general, are the big hits of this big competition, known as the prestige among the disciples, this Xiong Bainian is different from others, when he was young, he also bumped into the fairy fate, and got a Buddhist loose cultivation inheritance, in addition to cultivating the method of Xiaohan Mountain, but also cultivating the dragon elephant of Buddhism, there is a magic weapon in his hand called the dragon pestle, the power is huge, it is a high-grade magic weapon, it is a level higher than Wang Tong's dragon sword, and the performance in this big competition is also extremely amazing, no matter what kind of opponent, it is a pestle down to achieve victory, without encountering any trouble, in the eyes of others, it is definitely Wang Tong's strong enemy, but Wang Tong does not care, After several deductions, he knows several of his opponents very well, and even how to win easily.

Because of the body exercises, Xiong Bainian's figure is extremely tall, and he is one or four feet long, and the muscles on his body bulge, just like a large Schwarzenegger, several sizes bigger, Wang Tong stood in front of him, just like a three- or four-year-old child facing a tall adult, and when he stood there, the whole person was covered by Xiong Bainian's shadow.

"Qingxuanfeng bear for a hundred years. โ€

"Lian Yun Peak Wang Tong!"

Although they both know each other's identities, but the two of them have their names according to the rules, and as soon as the names are passed, it means that the competition has officially begun.

Simple, brutal!

This is the characteristics of Xiong Bainian, his golden dragon pestle is an extremely large weapon, the pestle on the ground does not feel, once the wheel is up, the trajectory will occupy half of the entire ring, so that people have no way to retreat at all, either forward, or backward, or upward, forward is to carry with this huge heavy magic weapon, retreat and fall into the ring, before his two opponents have one of them choose the sword upward, but it is a trap, on the top, a big mudra is waiting for it, the vacuum mudra of Buddhism, directly with the unparalleled huge force to press down, instant killใ€‚

The second opponent saw that he couldn't go up, so he carried it hard with the dragon pestle, and it was even more miserable, his bones were shattered, and he was almost killed.

In Wang Tong's opinion, this bastard is actually playing hooligan by taking advantage of the terrain conditions of the ring, if it weren't for the limited space in the ring, the two opponents would not have lost so quickly and so miserably, but in comparison, it is still easy to deal with the vacuum mudra.

So he didn't hesitate to choose upward.

At the moment when the dragon descending pestle swept in, Wang Tong rushed up with his sword, and the dragon sword turned into a sharp sword light, and he rushed out directly.

In the sky, a large hand of vitality about a foot wide formed, and it was fiercely pressed down.

Wang Tong didn't care, he was really angry, the sword was like a dragon, and he hit the vacuum hand fiercely, and the vacuum hand was instantly pierced by the sword light, Xiong Bainian snorted, and his face was shocked.

"Grandma's, compare cultivation with me, the pit won't kill you!"

Breaking through the vacuum mudra, Wang Tong sneered in his heart, on cultivation, his cultivation has already reached the peak realm of the ninth heaven of mortal dust, but he is just suppressing the spiritual root that has not been cast, in terms of the quality of true qi, his true qi has been pure to a limit under the refining of Juntian's hercules, and it is also thick to the limit, it is no exaggeration to say that below the spiritual root sky, not to mention Xiaohan Mountain, it is the entire Kunxu realm, and no one can fight with him to cultivate, this is his confidence.

But his confidence knows that God knows that I know you don't know, Xiong Bainian obviously doesn't know, in the previous big competition, although Wang Tong also showed a good cultivation, but what really catches the eye is his swordsmanship, Xiong Bainian has always pursued a force to break through a hundred skill, no matter how high the swordsmanship, is it possible that you can still cut off my dragon pestle?

Now that Wang Tong easily broke his vacuum, he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

"Big man, take me with a sword!"

Xiong Bainian was in a daze, Wang Tong naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and at that moment, the sword light flashed, turned into a plum blossom, and fell under Xiong Bainian's cover.

Seven swords of plum blossoms, five plum blossoms

Feeling the power of this sword, Xiong Bainian just sneered, and as soon as he collected the dragon pestle, he faced the dragon sword.

It's still a trick to break with force.

It's just that something he didn't expect happened, and the plum blossoms did not fall, but dissipated out of thin air.

What's going on?

Xiong Bainian was stunned again, and even though he felt that something was wrong, an extremely hot breath surged from the ground.

This is......

As if realizing something, Xiong's hundred-year-old dragon pestle pressed down violently.

Rumble!!

The flames flew everywhere, and the dragon pestle smashed on top of a fireball the size of a wheel, scattering the fireball.

Level 1 Spell, Fireball Technique!!

Just now, when Wang Tong jumped up, his left hand pinched out several spiritual tricks at the same time, and a fireball technique hit out silently.

Spell!

Mortal cultivators will generally have one or two hands, but they generally won't use it, because mortal cultivators are far inferior to cultivators who cast spiritual roots in terms of channeling the vitality of heaven and earth, and the power of the spells cast is very different from those of spiritual root cultivators, and only when they have cultivated to the spiritual root heaven, can the power of the spell be truly displayed.

The greater purpose of cultivating spells in the mortal sky is to exercise the speed and proficiency of the pinching technique, and to prepare for the spirit root heaven, not to fight the enemy.

Wang Tong used spells to fight the enemy at this time, which was indeed beyond Xiong Bainian's expectations, but he was not alarmed, this level of fireball could not pose a threat to him at all, the dragon pestle was just a move, and the fireball had already been extinguished, that is, there was no need to descend the dragon pestle, this fireball hit his body, and it would not cause too much damage, after all, he was a rare body cultivator among the cultivators, and his body had already been cultivated like copper and iron, and one or two fireballs hit his body I am afraid that even the sparks will not splash a point, but out of instinct, he still subconsciously blocked itใ€‚

Wang Tong is waiting for him, in Wang Tong's previous deductions, this bear is a fierce opponent for a hundred years, holding the dragon pestle in his hand is like a steel fortress, it is difficult to regret moving, almost every time he wins extremely difficult, there are several hole cards to defeat him, only once, he inadvertently cast a fireball technique, and then saw the opportunity.

When Xiong Bainian was resisting the fireball technique, his body was exposed, and Wang Tong's long-accumulated true qi finally broke out, and the sword light of the dragon condensed, turning into a little starlight, and fell rapidly, as fast as lightning.

Xiao Tianxing's three major killing moves, Star Flow Thunder Strike!

The sword light shot in, Xiong Bainian could not avoid it, roared angrily, the true qi instantly spread all over the body, the muscles bulged, and the originally huge body as a mountain instantly hit another circle, and the muscles bulged, and he actually had to carry Wang Tong's blow with the strength of his body.

The sword light fell, like a meteor falling to the ground, and hit Xiong Bainian's right arm holding the dragon descending pestle.

Click!

The sound of broken bones came out far away, Xiong Bainian screamed, the dragon pestle came out of his hand, and smashed heavily in the corner of the ring, and suddenly the gravel flew wildly, and the huge body like a mountain retreated a few steps, until he retreated to the edge of the ring, Wang Tong's figure flashed, and he kicked on his calf, Xiong Bainian suddenly stood unstable, boom, fell from the ring, and smashed on the ground, his body was already heavy, this fall, the ground shook, and he smashed out of a shallow pit.

For a while, the audience was silent, and many people's eyes widened, looking at this scene in disbelief, even the mountain lord Yu Taixuan also showed a look of surprise, not to mention other people.

Wang Tong actually won, and if he wins, it's just that, and he won so easily.

No one thought that in just a few breaths on stage, Wang Tong would get Xiong Bainian out of the ring.

This was completely beyond their expectations.

"Wang Tongsheng!!"

There was a slight fluctuation in Elder Chuangong's voice, and he glanced at Wang Tong with approval, and rarely praised it, "Boy, you did a good job!"