Chapter Five Hundred and Twentieth Four Successive Challenges

The dazzling light on the field disappeared in a flash.

On the side of the arena, the figure of Chi Yanzi emerged, the red golden flame on the surface of his body dissipated, and he opened a mouthful of blood, and there was a deep wound on his chest, and the blood swarmed out.

His face was extremely pale, his whole body shook, and he half-kneeled on the ground, holding the golden spear in his hand to prevent himself from falling down.

On the other side of the arena, the blood on Fang Hui's body also dissipated, and the black helmet on his head "clicked" and shattered, revealing a strange young face with a burn scar on his eyes and cheek.

He held the bloody broad-backed giant sword on his shoulder, turned around slowly, and looked at Chi Yanzi.

"You have good strength. If you challenge other people, you may still have some chances. It's a pity that you chose me." Fang Hui said coldly.

The corner of Chi Lizi's mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Fang Huisheng, Chiyanzi failed the challenge!" In mid-air, the red-browed young man announced the result, and waved his hand to open the barrier of the ring.

Fang Hui flicked his body, flew back to the far right side of the ring, and returned to his original position.

Immediately, two figures in green robes flew up from the arena, one left and one right took the seriously injured Chi Yanzi down.

Immediately, there was a buzz of discussion under the arena, all of them were amazed at the powerful strength displayed by the high-ranking disciples.

Chinizi lost the first battle, which made the challengers very weak. They looked at each other for a while and no one dared to play again.

The red-browed youth moved his eyes, and was about to take out the hourglass again.

At this moment, the figure disappeared, and a blue figure appeared on the ring.

"I'm going down to Qingchangtian, and challenge senior brother Tang Chengquan who is ranked ninety-fifth." It was Qingchangtian who stepped onto the ring.

Shi Mu's eyes flashed, Qing Changtian's body skills were strange, his strength was much higher than Chi Yanzi's, and he was ranked 27th among the 108 of them. I don't know what the result will be.

A bald young man with a golden copper ring on his wrist flew onto the ring, looking at Qing Changtian.

"Tsk tsk, challenge me, you're still a little too young!" Tonghuan youth Tang Chengquan shook his head and sneered.

"Please!" Qing Changtian put away his usual smile and said coldly.

"The competition begins!" The red-browed youth activated the protective restraint of the ring and announced.

As soon as the words fell, Qing Changtian's figure blurred for a while, and disappeared from the stage immediately.

The next moment, his figure suddenly appeared behind that Tang Cheng's body, stabbing the opponent's back with a willow leaf dagger in his hand.

The speed is so fast, even lightning is not enough to describe it, and many people in the audience stared blankly!

Tang Chengquan didn't seem to have time to react at all, and stood there in a daze.

Qing Changtian was overjoyed, the willow-leaf dagger in his hand shone brightly, and a cold light like flowing water emerged from the blade, stabbing fiercely on the back of the young man in Tonghuan.

A muffled sound of "Boom" came out!

Qing Changtian's expression changed, the short willow-leaf knife in his hand was like a diamond being stabbed, it couldn't penetrate at all.

At this moment, Tang Chengquan moved his arm, turned into an afterimage, and hit Qing Changtian's chest.

"not good!"

Qing Changtian's expression changed, he stepped a little, and dodged to the side extremely quickly.

"Boom"!

Qing Changtian flew out, rolled in mid-air before landing, his body staggered, and a bloodstain flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Although he tried his best to dodge just now, due to the short distance and Tang Chengquan's speed, he couldn't dodge completely, and was scratched a little and suffered some minor injuries.

Qing Changtian wiped off the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at the young man in Tonghuan, his eyes became a lot more dignified.

At this moment, Tang Chengquan's figure has changed drastically, a layer of bright golden light emerged from his body, condensed into a set of golden transparent battle armor.

The battle armor is composed of pieces of golden armor, covering every part of this person's body, and even a golden helmet is covering his head.

Golden dragon patterns emerged on each leaf, shining bursts of golden light, like countless golden dragons swimming slowly, exuding unstoppable power, standing proudly.

"It turns out that I am practicing the dragon pattern gold armor technique! Although this technique is only an earth-level defense secret technique, it needs to be infused with dragon blood to temper the body when it is practiced. The difficulty is not inferior to some heaven-level secret techniques. Seeing this power, it has already been cultivated. It is rare to reach the Dacheng realm." On the high platform, the old man with white beard said.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt on the side nodded and said:

"The defensive power of this technique is really good. If Qing Changtian can't burst out with strength beyond the initial stage of Tiantian, I'm afraid he won't be able to break through this golden dragon pattern armor at all."

On the ring, Qing Changtian's face was pale, his eyes fixed on the dragon pattern armor on Tang Cheng's body, as if he was thinking about the way to crack it.

"Junior Brother Qing, it's my turn now!" Tang Chengquan looked at Qing Changtian and grinned.

As soon as the word "Ba" fell, his whole body turned into a dazzling golden light, and he rushed towards Qing Changtian at an extremely fast speed.

Qing Changtian's eyes flickered, and with a long whistle, his figure flickered and turned into an afterimage, dodging the opponent's attack like catkins blown by the wind.

Tang Chengquan's face turned cold, he stepped on the ground suddenly, turned around, and continued to rush towards Qing Changtian.

Although he was fast, but in terms of his strange body skills, he was obviously far inferior to Qing Changtian. He was easily dodged by Qing Changtian several times in a row.

"This Qing Changtian's body skills are good, almost as good as some thousand-year-old disciples." On the high platform, the middle-aged man in blue robe nodded his head with approval.

"Although this guy has speed, he doesn't have the ultimate move to break through the opponent's dragon pattern gold armor. In the end, he loses more than he wins." The white-bearded old man shook his head and said.

As soon as the two spoke, the situation on the ring suddenly changed.

Tang Chengquan, the young man with the copper ring, failed to attack several times. With a flash of his eyes, he suddenly flipped his hands and took off the golden ring on his arm, muttering something.

The ring suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, and disappeared from his hand the next moment.

Seeing this, Qing Changtian secretly said "not good", his figure flickered, and his body turned into an afterimage.

In a flash, the afterimage suddenly changed from one to three, flying in different directions.

There was a sneer on Tang Chengquan's face, he stopped casting spells, and waved his hand.

A golden light flashed on the afterimage on the left, and a golden ring suddenly appeared, covering the afterimage.

thump!

Qing Changtian's figure appeared, turned over and fell to the ground, his body was tightly bound by the golden ring, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

At the same time, the other two afterimages also dissipated and turned into nothingness.

In a flash, Tang Chengquan appeared in front of Qing Changtian, with an extra golden dagger in his hand, and touched Qing Changtian's throat, saying:

"How about it, do you still want to fight?"

Qing Changtian sighed and said, "I lost."

Only then did Tang Chengquan smile, and the dragon-patterned armor on his body melted into his body in a flash. At the same time, the golden ring flew down from Qing Changtian's body and fell into the hands of the young man with the copper ring.

"Qing Changtian failed the challenge, and the winner is Tang Chengquan!" The red-browed youth in mid-air announced the result.

There was an uproar under the arena.

"Even Qing Changtian was defeated, the superior disciple's strength is so terrifying!"

"These old disciples are not fuel-efficient lamps, how can they win so easily! It seems that no one can successfully challenge this year."

On the platform, the other challengers looked at each other in blank dismay. The Wushi brothers who hadn't made a move, Jiang Shuishui and others all looked unhappy, and they felt like retreating in their hearts.

Qing Changtian is already considered the best among them. In the entry trial, he was already ranked second, second only to Zhao Jian who was ranked first, and he challenged only the lower-ranked high-ranking disciples. Such a fiasco.

"Hey, it's too overreaching to challenge us with only such a little strength. The strength of this year's people is much worse than the previous one." Among the high-level disciples on the opposite side, a curly-haired young man ranked ninth He said coldly, with a sarcastic look on his face.

The people beside the curly-haired young man also let out a burst of laughter, looking at the opposite side, full of disdain, even the people who were a little bit vigilant at the moment, their eyes are far less dignified than before up.

On the nearby high platform, the people including the three Dharma protectors all looked silent, and did not say anything to stop the situation below, as if deliberately condoning the conflicts among the disciples.

The faces of all the challengers showed anger, but when they thought of the record just now, they couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. Some people who were originally full of ambition also showed hesitation and struggle in their eyes.

Shi Mu glanced at the curly-haired youth, and then turned his attention to the Qinglan stele, and found that the curly-haired youth was named Shangguanxin.

He looked towards the person beside him and shook his head slightly.

It is understandable that Chi Nizi and Qing Changtian lost in the two competitions just now. Chi Nizi's fighting style is very problematic, while Qing Changtian's luck is too bad. The challenger happened to restrain him. In fact, according to his observation, The high-ranking disciples were not as powerful as these challengers thought.

"Zhao is not talented, and wants to challenge Senior Brother Shangguan." A voice suddenly sounded, but it was Zhao Ji.

He flickered and landed on the ring.

There was a lot of discussion around the arena. You must know that this Shangguan Xin is ranked ninth among the top disciples, and his strength is far above that of Fang Hui and Tang Chengquan just now.

Shangguan Xin's face sank, his body swayed, and he landed on the ring.

"Okay, you dare to challenge me, you are quite courageous. I don't care if you have practiced Nine Turns Mysterious Art or not, those who dare to challenge me will always have a dead end." Shangguan Xin said coldly with a smirk flashing in his eyes.

Zhao Ji acted as if he had never heard the other party's words, but just looked at Shangguan Xin with no expression on his face.

Zhao Ji, who was the number one disciple ten years ago and now the number one in the knockout round, threatened to challenge Shangguan Xin, and there was a frenzy in the gambling game immediately, and people bet one after another.

Shi Mu discovered that the odds of the two were unexpectedly quite similar through his spiritual powers.

At this moment, on the ring, Zhao Ji and Shangguan Xin had already started to clash fiercely.

A black light flashed in Shangguan Xin's hands, and two black sledgehammers appeared, emitting astonishing aura fluctuations. They were indeed a pair of top-grade spiritual weapons.

It seemed to be mixed with something special, exuding an extremely ferocious aura.

He was chanting words, the two black sledgehammers radiated brightly, and they swelled up a lot in a flash, then he let out a low drink, and with a wave of his arms, the two sledgehammers swung like flying, turning into two black hurricanes, headed towards Zhao Ji drop. (To be continued.)