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Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Platform of Life and Death (2)

More and more monks are coming here, and many people don't know what is happening, and when they see others going, they are also driven to this place.

At this time, the auditorium around the stage of life and death was crowded, and there were more than 10,000 people who came to watch. But many more are uninformed. Some of them are completing their tasks outside the sect, some are in retreat, and anyway, as long as there is nothing important in the sect, all the people are rushing here.

The sect is too idle, and there is no fun at all. The platform of life and death is basically not used except for the big competition once every three years, and there are only a few huge duels. Most of them are geniuses who are demonic for a while, and they are also a few characters in the sect's classics.

Unexpectedly, after such a long time, there would be another dispute between life and death, and people who had nothing to do wanted to see the demeanor of the duelist.

Fan Changlong, who was originally teaching his disciples on the top of his own mountain, also got the news and rushed to the life and death platform with his disciples. But when he arrived at the stage of life and death, he was dumbfounded, wasn't it his grandson who stood on the side of the platform of life and death?

Fan Jiannan and Yan Nanchun stood beside Wang Yu on the left and right, many disciples and elders in the audience were not optimistic about Wang Yu's side, the gap in cultivation was too big, the three of them were all eighth-level Qi cultivation cultivators, Peng Hua's side was two people practicing Qi at the peak, one person was building a foundation and two layers of cultivation, and the level was completely suppressed.

"Nan'er, what's going on?" Fan Changlong shouted as soon as he arrived.

"Fight. Fan Jiannan was a little afraid of his grandfather, not only because of his cultivation, but also because of the majesty he had accumulated over the years.

"Fight, don't you look for death! Why don't you come down for me quickly!" Fan Changlong's face was a little embarrassed, his grandson was only practicing Qi eighth-level cultivation, and none of the three people on the other side were bad, didn't his grandson send him to death when he beat him in the past?

"Grandpa, I'...... I'm not going to lose. Fan Jiannan said timidly.

"You...... You can't get down!" Fan Changlong was also a little depressed, in front of so many people, he repeatedly asked his grandson to come down, but he didn't get any practical effect, he really lost face.

"Bang!" Fan Jiannan suddenly knelt down, "Grandson is not filial, please allow grandson to be willful once, after the beating, grandson will be guilty!" After speaking, he kowtowed heavily.

"Alas, yes, yes. Fan Changlong saw that his grandson was like this and no longer forced, if he wanted to fight, he would fight, and Fan Changlong also walked towards the rostrum.

The time was close to noon, Ouyang Yuansheng flew into the air, and said loudly: "Today, Peng Hua and Wang Yu will have a life and death duel on the life and death platform, and the old man will preside over it." However, in view of the particularity of this duel, it is a three-game competition, and with a colorful head, the winner is decided by three to two, and life and death are determined by heaven. The following points are judged to be lost: First, the person who is knocked out of the ring loses! Second, the person who dies loses! Third, the person who admits defeat loses! The opponent is knocked out of the ring or admits defeat, and the other party is not allowed to do it again, otherwise the sect will be dealt with by the criminal law!"

Ouyang Yuansheng announced the rules, he was the referee, once the opponent admits defeat or is knocked out of the ring, it is difficult to kill the opponent in time.

The first duel begins!

Yan Nanchun confidently walked to the center of the ring, the two of them were dozens of meters apart, but this distance was just a distance for Qi cultivation stage cultivators to lift their feet, and they could cross it in one breath.

Yan Gao's cultivation is an ice crystal fist technique, which is a close-range attack, and he wants to learn a good sword technique, but he doesn't have a good spirit sword. The two sides nodded their heads, but Yan Gao's eyes showed a strong sense of disdain.

"Since you use your fist, I don't need anything else, how about we fist to fist?" Yan Nanchun rolled his eyes and said "gently".

Yan Nanchun likes to attack the other's strengths with his strengths, and let his opponent lose to himself in the aspect he is best at, which is said to be a kind of perverted pleasure.

Hearing Yan Nanchun holding it up like this, the disdain and contempt in Yan Gao's eyes became even worse, "Since you are in a hurry to die, then I will fulfill you!" said that it was too late and that was fast, and the two of them moved together in an instant, and the two fists touched together, and the ice crystals scattered on one side, and the fire on the other. The fluctuation of spiritual power is really not small.

The elders on the rostrum were a little surprised, the eighth layer of Qi cultivation was able to withstand the opponent at the peak of Qi cultivation for so long, and there was a sense of unfinished, "Bang!" I don't know who suddenly increased in strength, and the two of them took three steps backwards together, leaving a clear line of footprints on the ground.

Yan Nanchun, who was retreating, grinned and shook his arm, "I'll rub it, it's so powerful, it's really full of ice power." "Maybe other people don't know, but Wang Yu must know very well that although Yan Gao's ice crystal fist is not bad, compared to the chill from Taiyin on Fan Jiannan's body, it is really a big deal, and it is not a level at all.

Compared with Yan Nanchun, Yan Gao seemed much calmer, but he was really uncomfortable! In the collision just now, it was clearly Yan Nanchun who was defeated, but it was he who really suffered a secret loss, he felt the fire in Yan Nanchun's body, and in the competition just now, he felt a heat wave rushing to his face, which made him feel suffocated.

During punch-to-fist, he even felt the chill of the power that seemed to consume his ice crystal fist.

Yan Nanchun was very bad, just letting the power of the sun lurk in Yan Gao's body, although it made him feel an unbearable heat, but it didn't bring him any real harm.

"Oh, it looks like you can't do without weapons. Yan Nanchun took out a sword from the storage pocket, which was the Xuantie Sword issued by the sect, a spiritual weapon that was not in the grade.

Yan Nanchun's purpose now is very simple, to make an opening in an important part of Yan Gao's body. "I'm coming!"

Yan Nanchun raised his sword and rushed towards Yan Gao, Yan Gao had enough spiritual power in his hand, and the power of ice crystals appeared again, but it was a little dimmer compared to the first time, needless to say, the power of the sun that Yan Nanchun ambushed in Yan Gao's body played a role.

Seeing that the two were about to make contact, Yan Nanchun smiled evilly, and the power of the sun spread on the blade of the sword, "Stab!" A sword mark appeared on Yan Gao's chest, he was a little surprised Why did Yan Nanchun's speed suddenly increase so much? Why did the sword cross his chest in an instant?

But in the eyes of others, it was Yan Gao's slow movements, which was an illusion, an illusion that Wang Yu had figured out and given the opponent an illusion of space when making moves.

Although Yan Nanchun's use of this technique is not very sufficient, it is more than enough to deal with Yan Gao.

Although Yan Gao couldn't believe it, but the sword mark was really in front of him, Yan Gao's face was a little hot, he was injured by his eighth layer of qi cultivation at the peak of his qi training, it was really embarrassing, Yan Gao took out a blue spirit talisman from his storage pocket - the ice needle talisman is a low-grade high-grade talisman. This is what he spent a great deal of money to exchange for contribution points from the sect, or is it an internal price, if people outside the sect want eight thousand spirit stones are cheap, he exchanged five thousand contribution points for it, and he was originally going to go out to travel and take risks to defend himself, but he didn't expect to use it here, he was unwilling.

But if he doesn't use it, he is very likely to lose, not only will he lose face, but Peng Hua will definitely not let go of himself after a while, he can only give up this low-grade high-level spirit rune to protect himself.

"Ice Needle Talisman!"