Chapter 1061: Grassland Competition (Part 2)

On the field of prairie warriors.

Longli, who appeared on behalf of the Caolu Tribe, used a secret technique to transform his body into a half-tiger beast.

Visible with the naked eye, powerful aura spurted out from his body surface, and the turf under his feet was lifted by the pressure. The whole person looked like a tiger ready to attack.

"My tiger-shaped half-animal transformation technique is a kind of all-out fighting technique. I can't hold on for too long, so it's better to strike first." Long Li from the Caolu Tribe looked at Jia Shi from the Buck Tribe opposite, and his heart was racing. Calculate.

"Physical Technique—Tiger Form Fist!"

Long Li suddenly made a move. He waved his fists and rushed towards Jia Shi on the opposite side. The shadow of tiger claws appeared under the wind of fists.

Just when Longli launched his attack, Jia Shi, who was representing the Buck tribe on the opposite side, had a stern look in his eyes and patted his waist with one hand.

A black shadow jumped out and landed on the ground in front of him.

boom!

A large cloud of black mist rolled away.

There were shadowy figures in the black mist, exuding the dark aura of monsters.

The black mist subsided slightly, and a huge black triangular snake head emerged from it.

What is striking is that there is an emerald green horn in the middle of the black snake head.

Serpent beast!

The next moment, the huge snake beast twisted its body, as fast as a black lightning, and pounced on it.

Before Long Li could react, his body was wrapped around and around by the snake beast's long body.

"ah--"

Long Li roared and tried to struggle, but found that as he breathed, the dragon snake beast got tighter and tighter, and he suddenly lost his balance and fell to the ground.

He only felt as if his body was imprisoned by cold iron chains. After just a dozen breaths, the technique of half-animal transformation was completely decadent.

Without the blessing of the half-animal transformation technique, Longli's eyes turned outward, foamed at the mouth, and lost consciousness.

On the opposite side, Jia Shi didn't even move an inch, as if he was watching a good show of a snake catching a mouse.

The auditorium suddenly became lively.

"It's a snake beast."

"This Jia Shi is actually a beast exorcist."

"It's really terrifying that such a powerful monster can be driven by him at will."

"Encircled by the giant snake, Longli completely lost his resistance."

"The Longli Warriors won't be entangled to death by that big black snake."

...

Under the green flag, Mai Xiaoqi looked anxious, "Grandma, if this continues, Brother Longli will be entangled to death by that black snake."

Ram, the tribe's matriarch, slightly turned the deer-headed scepter in her hand and whispered: "This is the rule of the competition. Longli's skills are not as good as others."

On the field, Jia Shi smiled contemptuously and made a move with one hand, "Hei San, come back."

As if it understood Jia Shi's words, the huge black snake let go of its body and swam to Jia Shi's feet.

The gong at the end of the game sounded belatedly.

"In the second battle, the attacker, Jia Shi from the Buck Tribe, wins. The defender, Long Li from the Cao Deer Tribe, loses."

The black-robed Jiashi patted the spiritual pet bag on his waist with one hand. The huge black snake became about the size of a foot in a cloud of smoke and flew back into his spiritual pet bag with a swish.

After that, Jia Shi put on his big hat.

The sharp eyes hidden under the brim of the hat peered at Mai Xiaoqi under the green flag opposite, thinking to himself: "Mai Xiaoqi, you are the only warrior with the ancient deer bloodline in the entire Luming Grassland. The ancient deer bloodline is really enviable. ”

Jia Shi couldn't help but lick the corner of his mouth greedily. His tongue was forked, like a snake core.

The Bucks tribe erupted in cheers from beneath the yellow flag.

"Jia Shi, Jiashi."

"Warrior, warrior."

"Stag, stag."

...

"Next, the contestants of both sides in the third warrior match are Hongyang from the Caolu Tribe on the defending side, and Jiansen from the Balu Tribe on the attacking side."

Grass

Deer tribe, warrior Hongyang appears.

"Third brother, it's up to you." Mai Xiaoqi encouraged Hongyang who appeared on the stage.

On the arena, the two contestants stood face to face.

On the left side of the arena, Hongyang from the Caolu Tribe stood.

When he was born, the red sun happened to rise in the east of the tribe, so he was given an auspicious name, Hongyang. Hongyang has red hair and carries a five-foot-long broad-backed sword in his hand.

On the right side of the arena is Jiansen of the Balu Tribe.

Jiansen is about ten feet tall, with a slender build and long arms and legs, like dry branches. And hanging on his waist was a scimitar hidden in a scabbard. At this moment, Jiansen's hand was clenched on the handle of the knife, ready to unsheath the scimitar at any time.

...

When the two of them appeared, the surrounding crowd became lively.

"The Caolu Tribe has lost two games in a row. This time, I feel that the Caolu Tribe can come back."

"The Hongyang Warrior is a famous swordsman among the Caolu Tribe. The sword in his hand weighs more than two hundred kilograms and is called the Giant Horn."

"Jiansen from the Balu tribe opposite is also a powerful swordsman. The scimitar in the scabbard on his waist is what he is good at."

"I heard that Jiansen is a fast knife player. I wonder how fast he is?"

"A heavy knife meets a sharp knife. I've watched this scene for a long time."

"The duel between sword cultivators is going to be bloody."

In the arena.

Hongyang tied the belt around his waist with his hands, stared at the opposite side, and thought in his heart: "Jiansen from the Balu tribe is famous for his fast sword, and my big sword Jujiao is not slow either. I practice the heavy sword technique. As long as Jiansen's sword touches my sword, the weight of my big sword will suppress his scimitar. At that time, his scimitar will become extremely heavy. Let's see how fast he can be. I will definitely win this game."

Jiansen on the opposite side has a strange figure, with slender hands and feet, like a dead vine monster.

His eyes were as calm as a mirror, and he thought to himself: "Hongyang on the opposite side practices the heavy sword technique. It is said that as long as you touch the giant sword in his hand, you will be suppressed by a thousand pounds of force. As long as I keep a certain distance from him, no matter how powerful the heavy sword in his hand is, it can't hurt me."

Dang!

The gong of the game sounded.

Hong Yang pointed the tip of the broadsword in his hand at the opposite side, "Jiansen of the Deer Tribe, everyone says that your sword is fast. Today, I, Hong Yang, will let you use half of the sword, so you go first."

He urged his magic power, and a mysterious force shook the surface of his right arm holding the broadsword. The surface of the broadsword in his hand immediately showed the shadow of a huge deer antler, and clusters of air flow could be seen rolling on the surface of the blade, making a hissing sound, which was very scary.

Hong Yang had his own calculations in his mind. He practiced the heavy sword, which was a kind of sword technique that was launched after the opponent was attacked. He was good at suppressing the opponent's weapon with the power of his own sword in counterattacks. If he was allowed to attack first, people would see how he was going to use the sword, and it would be difficult to suppress the opponent.

Jiansen on the opposite side was not angry either. He smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and then said: "Hong Yang, you said it. Watch out, I, Jiansen, am going to use the sword."

Jiansen suddenly activated his body, and a blue soul domain emanated from his body. In the soul domain, blue tentacles could be seen by the naked eye, but it was a mutated soul domain.

"Soul Realm - Octopus Tentacles!"

Then, Jiansen rushed forward.

His feet stepped on the ground, the grass flew across, and his slender body was like a strange chariot.

Hongyang pointed the tip of the broadsword in his hand at the opposite side, using the sword as a ruler, and constantly calculated the distance of Jiansen's rush, and quickly calculated in his mind: "Given the length of Jiansen's arm and the length of the scimitar in his scabbard, he will attack when he is two feet away from me. I just need to calculate the moment when he draws his sword, and suppress him instantly with the big horn of the broadsword. Otherwise, if he is swung by his quick sword, I may not be able to get an advantage."

Six feet, five feet, four feet.

As Jiansen rushed forward, the distance between the two was getting closer and closer.

Cang!

The clanging sound of the blade coming out of the sheath sounded.

At this moment, the distance between Jiansen and Hongyang was still

four feet away.

At this distance, if the two of them drew their swords, they would not pose a huge threat.

But a surprising scene happened.

"Swordsmanship - Spinning Blade!"

The scimitar in the scabbard was unsheathed, and his long arm swung it, and the blade flew out of his hand.

The spinning blade, with the blessing of the octopus tentacle soul, had an erratic trajectory, jumping like teleportation, and arrived in front of Hongyang in the blink of an eye.

"Oh no -" Hongyang shouted that it was not good. He could not see the trajectory of the opponent's spinning blade at all, so how could he suppress it with the big knife in his hand.

In a hurry, Hongyang simply grabbed the handle of the big knife with both hands and swung it randomly, but it also added 50% of the swordsmanship.

After all, Hongyang has practiced swordsmanship for 20 years and is also a famous swordsman. In a hurry, he also has 50% of the way to draw the sword.

"Swordsmanship - Giant Horn Slash!"

The sword came out! The huge sword shadow fell, and a deer head with its head bowed against the horn appeared on the blade.

With a crisp sound, sparks flew.

Hongyang was immediately overjoyed. Jiansen's flying knife was stopped by me.

His wrist shook, and the skill of sinking the knife was skillfully added to it.

Clang, lang.

The big horn of the big knife shook, and the flying scimitar offered by Jiansen was hung on the blade.

A knife cultivator without a knife is not a knife cultivator.

In the fight between knife cultivators, the most taboo is to let the blade leave the hand. If the blade leaves the hand, half of the loss is lost.

An incredible scene happened.

Another scimitar was hidden under the original scimitar, and the spinning blade came down with a whoosh.

Hongyang, who was holding the big knife in his hand, had no time to react.

Puff, puff, puff.

The blade on the surface of Hongyang's right arm holding the big knife was spinning, and blood was splattering.

Ah——

Hongyang screamed and knelt on one knee. One of his right arms was bloody and could no longer be lifted.

The big knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, like a big fish out of water, jumping a few times unwillingly, and the domineering aura on it dissipated and remained motionless.

Jiansen on the opposite side waved his hands, and a pair of scimitars returned to his hands. The two scimitars merged into one and sheathed in a hurry.

The crowd watching around burst into exclamations.

"So it's the art of mother and child double swords."

"Flying scimitars, with the help of the mutated soul domain, who can defend against this?"

"It's a pity that the right arm of Hongyang of the Caolu tribe was disabled."

"This is too cruel for a sword cultivator."

......

Hongyang was carried off the field, and his injured right arm was bandaged tightly. Even if his right hand can be restored, it can't be restored to its original state, and the sword cultivation technique will be greatly reduced.

There were tears swirling in Hongyang's eyes, and he had to hold it back to prevent them from flowing out. Not being able to hold a knife is like taking his life for a sword cultivator.

Dangdang!

The gong sounded to signal the end of the match.

"Challenger, Jiansen of the Balu tribe won. Defender, Hongyang of the Caolu tribe lost."

Under the blue flag, the crowd of Balu tribe cheered.

"Dominating deer, dominating deer, tiger of the prairie."

"Jiansen, Jiansen, the master of swords."

...

Under the green flag of the Grass Deer tribe.

The matriarch Ram frowned, "We have lost three games in a row. Judging from the three players from the Buck Tribe and Ba Deer Tribe, they came prepared. This does not look like a friendly match, but a deliberate attempt to humiliate me. From the Caolu Tribe.”

In a tent of the Caolu Tribe.

Xu Yang opened his eyes and stood up.

"I just used the art of sealing pulses to temporarily seal most of the meridians in my body. In this way, the meridians can repair themselves better and faster during rest. As it stands, my body can only perform at the level of the Peiyuan Realm. "Xu Yang looked at his hands and whispered to himself.