Chapter 87

"Senior Jiang, this junior must do his best."

Zhang Qingyuan looked solemn, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice.

But there is no definite answer to whether or not to win this battle.

There are so many heroes in the world,

In front of the vast cultivation interface, Zhang Qingyuan was just a member of all beings, and the other party's cultivation realm was a small realm higher than his own.

No one knows what the outcome of the battle will be until they actually end the battle.

Zhang Qingyuan responded in a low voice, but he was still heard by the elders of the Jiang family.

Sigh slightly.

"Hey, fellow Daoist Zhang, I'm really sorry for involving you in this matter."

From Jiang Yuan's mouth, the first elder of the Jiang family has already heard of some experiences of Zhang Qingyuan's rise, since the other party can successfully defeat the monks in the early stage of the eighth stage of Lingyuan at the seventh level of Lingyuan.

It is not necessarily impossible to defeat the monks in the middle of the eighth stage in the early stage of the eighth stage.

After all, there is a glimmer of hope in my heart.

It's just that there are not many expectations. After all, Zhang Qingyuan didn't enter the eighth level of Lingyuan for a long time, not to mention that Zhu Xiangyu, as the opponent of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, is also the adopted son of Zhu Tao, the leader of the Loose Cultivation Alliance. It is estimated that it will not be worse. Where to go.

Trouble!

Whether this happens or not.

This time, stealing chickens is all it takes to lose rice.

But I don't know if this counts as clever, but is mistaken by cleverness.

"This person's cultivation is a ghost fire and ghostly art. It is a kind of partial sect. The method is biased towards the magic technique. The magic technique displayed has the effect of shocking the enemy's spiritual consciousness. Little friends should be careful. …”

The information about Zhu Xiangyu was passed into Zhang Qingyuan's ears.

This undoubtedly made Zhang Qingyuan's face even more solemn.

The cultivation technique that has the effect of shocking the enemy's spiritual consciousness, this characteristic may even be more powerful than the spiritual element characteristic cultivated by Zhang Qingyuan's fourth-layer water essence art!

on the ring,

Zhu Xiangyu swept his body and floated into the arena like a phantom, looking at Zhang Qingyuan with a gloomy and icy look in his eyes.

A gloomy pressure came oncoming.

Zhang Qingyuan took a long breath.

When he came, Zhang Qingyuan would not have thought that there would be a fight in the arena, and he would never have thought that winning or losing this match would become the key to the final victory of the Jiang family.

But whether it was the Jiang family being tricked, or the reason why the Jiang family was being calculated because of their own cleverness.

Anyway, when it came to Zhang Qingyuan, it had already become a game that decided the outcome.

There are too many calculations involved, and Zhang Qingyuan doesn't know what to do with the outside world, and he doesn't want to care about it. He just needs to try his best to win this battle.

Whoosh!

With both feet on tiptoe, the figure floated up and fell into the arena.

The two faced each other quietly.

The audience in the audience whispered.

"start!"

Without too many words, it fell with the voice of the referee in the ring.

Zhu Xiangyu took the lead.

I saw the light black spirit energy on his body surging, and there were words in his mouth. The fluctuating spirit energy finally ignited with a loud noise, turning into six fist-sized fireballs burning pale flames toward Zhang Qingyuan!

Like a ghostly spirit, it fills the surrounding space with a gloomy aura.

"What kind of magic is this?!"

Zhang Qingyuan looked shocked.

The fireballs were faintly like burning skeletons, exuding incomparably distorted arcs.

Obviously there is not too much hot temperature, but Zhang Qingyuan feels a biting danger!

Zhang Qingyuan's eyes flashed and he threw a punch.

Ling Yuan vibrated the air, and rolled up like a substantial air current and swept away.

boom! ! !

A strong explosion exploded, and pale flames swept across the field. It seemed that even the air was burned by pale ashes under the flames.

At this time,

Zhang Qingyuan only felt a loud bang in his head, and his whole mind was buzzing like a Hong bell at this moment!

His face turned pale, his body staggered,

Almost fell to the ground!

"not good!"

Zhang Qingyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, he didn't expect that just to test the strength of the opponent's psychic shock characteristics, he almost hit himself!

How terrifying is this ghostly fire? !

Zhang Qingyuan couldn't bear to think too much,

The following five pale fireballs came together with strange and inexplicable power, and the pale flames distorted the air.

Zhang Qingyuan will be drowned at the sight of it!

Just blasting a fireball, it was almost defeated by the shock of the spiritual consciousness, if it was hit by the remaining five fireballs, it would be fine!

"Yunyanbu!"

On the verge of death, Zhang Qingyuan didn't think much about it, he took the cloud and smoke step, Dacheng's body and martial arts immediately turned the whole person into an indeterminate cloud of smoke, and suddenly disappeared in place.

Boom boom boom! ! !

The pale fireball exploded in place, and layers of flames swept away.

Under the impact of the air flow visible to the naked eye, even many spectators in the arena below felt their heads dizzy, as if their heads had been hit with a stick.

Horrified, the monks all retreated in panic, staring at the top of the ring in awe.

"It is rumored that Zhu Xiangyu obtained this ghost fire ghost art during an expedition to the ancient ruins of the cave. The rank is unknown, but in fact, the tactics and martial arts of warfare have the ability to shock the enemy's spiritual consciousness. There are very few monks who can compete with them."

"Ling Yuan can shock the opponent's consciousness, and this technique is definitely of the highest grade."

Below the arena, someone spoke.

Some people's eyes flickered, not knowing what they were thinking.

at this time,

Above the ring.

Seeing that the exploding pale-white ghost fire was completely burned out, Zhang Qingyuan, who was several feet behind, was unharmed. Obviously, the previous shock of spiritual consciousness had recovered.

Zhu Xiangyu frowned slightly.

In fact, these six ghost fireballs are a means of success in his cultivation after he was promoted to the middle stage of the eighth level.

Back then, what he obtained from that ancient cultivator's cave was not only a ghost fire, but also a variety of other ancient arts and martial arts.

Those six ghost fires are the unique tricks he specially refined and condensed to attack the enemy based on a powerful technique he left behind.

In conjunction with the Ghost Fire Netherworld Jue, even a cultivator of the ninth level of Ling Yuan will suffer a big somersault if he is not careful.

However, the boy on the opposite side of the eighth stage of Lingyuan,

The other party was able to escape from it?

"Is it just not powerful enough, or is the boy on the opposite side strong?"

A question flashed across his mind.

However, Zhu Xiangyu's movements in his hands did not stop at all, his fingers twitched, and layers of dark spiritual essences swirled around him like black mist.

As the corners of his mouth moved, flames burst out, turning into black snakes in mid-air, turning towards Zhang Qingyuan's steering wheel.

The pale flame burns the air, like a skeleton fire, which is extremely terrifying!

After the previous blow,

How could Zhang Qingyuan dare to confront this strange method head-on?

Dacheng's cloud and smoke steps flickered, and his figure was ethereal, avoiding this heavy flame attack.