Ma Zimo's purple lightning is no longer a series of lightning, but an overwhelming purple grid. The ring is filled with a faint white mist at some point, which is like a dream under the reflection of the lightning. This is Ma Zimo's trick.
These innumerable lightning powers erupted at the same time, and their power was much stronger than ordinary eighth-rank thunder calamity, enough to kill a late eighth-rank immortal in an instant.
Ma Yunteng didn't know the usefulness of his white mist, but he was also experienced in many battles and knew that these things were definitely hidden dangers, so he quickly formed a seal before the white mist approached, and the vast white mist turned into the power grid above him. Less than three feet away.
Ma Yunteng didn't dodge or evade. Ma Zimo was feeling sorry for the other party who saw through his light mist ahead of time. He didn't expect that he would come to touch his power grid. He immediately concentrated his energy and poured his whole body mana on the thunderbolt stick. The purple grid covered Ma Yunteng's body, even if the six immortals in the audience shot at the same time, it was too late to save him!
Boom! Ma Yunteng crashed into the purple power grid that was fully activated.
Ma Zimo could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his chest. He wanted to watch Ma Yunteng struggle in the death trap he set up and die completely, and he couldn't miss a single bit.
However, the expected desperate struggle did not happen. Ma Yunteng continued to lose momentum, rushed to Ma Zimo in the blink of an eye, and hit Ma Zimo's chest with his right fist.
Ma Zimo instinctively used the Thunderbolt stick in low gear, and the next moment Ma Yunteng's left fist flew to his face. Then the right fist hit him hard on the shoulder again. 牺如 xindingdianxsw.com 牺ࣳ 4
Ma Zimo reacted and wanted to resist, but Ma Yunteng's fist was really too fast, completely beyond the speed that a mid-eighth-rank immortal should have, and each punch was heavier than the other, with a punch that pierced the heart and lungs. The icy cold air made him feel numb after the first punch, and his reaction was a little slower than usual. Si minus Si
He seemed to have lost his sense of pain, and vaguely felt that countless fists fell on him, and the screams of the audience seemed to go far away, until he struggled and barely avoided Ma Yunteng's stormy fists and stood back in the ring Now, he still can't figure out why Jack Ma is not afraid of his purple grid attack?
That was enough to kill a late eighth-rank immortal. Even if he was an eighth-rank immortal, it was impossible for him to ignore it so easily and still have the strength to attack him.
Waves of chills surged in his body. If Ma Zimo hadn't been soaked in the fairy spring for several years, he might have been beaten into a puddle by Ma Yunteng at this moment, and it was impossible to continue standing on the stage.
Even so, he was still seriously injured, and the most frightening thing was that his confidence was completely shattered by the accident just now.
What is the reason why Ma Yunteng is not afraid of his lightning attack at all? ! If even his ultimate move couldn't restrain him, what hope did he have for victory? !
"Ma Zimo, he shouldn't have found Ma Yunteng Ma Yunteng is simply his natural nemesis!" Guwan Xianjun sighed, and the two geniuses in the sect were in conflict. It seemed that Ma Zimo was destined to be sacrificed one already.
Encountering a silent and thunderous immortal at the eighth rank was a near-death experience. Ma Yunteng was able to survive, and the benefit he gained was that he had the physique of a ninth-rank immortal in advance, and it was tempered by the purest thunder and lightning. The impact of lightning-like mana attacks on him will be greatly reduced.
Just now he was able to resist Ma Zimo's strongest lightning attack, relying on this. Although he could not avoid getting injured, the situation was much better than Ma Zimo's.
Ma Zimo's water and thunder dual spiritual roots, the strongest thunder-type kung fu is no match for Ma Yunteng, and the water-type kung fu is not as good as Ma Yunteng, the ice-type single-spiritual-root fairy. The only advantage in cultivation is because just now He had miscalculated his opponent's strength and lost it. Now he is suffering from internal injuries and his confidence has been shattered. Basically, the defeat is already doomed.
Ma Yunteng took out a few elixirs and swallowed them, and then became more aggressive in a moment. Ma Zimo also hurriedly took a lot of elixirs for healing and replenishing vitality, but the effect was obviously far from the former.
Immortal Jixiang in the audience couldn't help being envious: "The disciples of Lingyun Sect eat pills like jelly beans, and they seem to be top-grade!"
Zhu Bo Xianjun sighed: "The luck of the Lingyun Sect is so good that people are jealous. It's different to have a seventh-rank alchemist in charge!" Those eighth-rank immortals saw it in their eyes, so they were a little more polite to the Great Elder.
?Being good and being good are silent.After briefly describing the scene that happened just now, Heng Zhi nodded slightly and looked at Guwan and Zhu Bo Xianjun with a thoughtful expression.
Cheng Zi timidly asked: "Hengzhi, what's wrong?"
Heng Zhi shook his head and said, "I'm afraid Yun Teng is in trouble, but it's not all bad"
牺如 bxwx.co 牺如。 Chengzi was startled and wanted to ask again, over there Mr. Ru Yixian has come to the stage to announce Ma Yunteng He won, and the audience cheered loudly. This time, Ma Yunteng really relied on his own strength to beat Ma Zimo, the most famous genius among the young generation of Qixia Sect, although he is not a moon worshiper. , but such strength won the sincere admiration of everyone.
Especially for him to have achieved such an achievement at the age of twenty-five, it is simply a miracle!
I don't know how many young female cultivators looked at Ma Yunteng with heart-shaped eyes. Of course, many of them secretly wondered why he looks exactly like the notorious young master Ma San?
He is obviously that person from the Lingyun Sect, why does he have a face that worships the moon to teach Ma Shi? Probably really a member of the Ma clan?
A sensational fighting contest in the whole city finally came to an end. Chengzi and Xueyuan went to Juxianju to collect the prize money, and together with Ma Yunteng and others, they agreed with Xiang Zhuanqian to visit Subaozhai.
After all, today they fought against the Qixia faction, and they won a complete victory, and several of them were injured or disabled. It would be embarrassing to live in the Qixia faction again, so Xianjun Wan and Xianjun Zhubo understood their thoughts, and they didn't force them. It is stated that after they recover from their injuries, they are welcome to go to Qixia to send Xianlingquan to practice at any time.
The attitude is only warm and friendly, which made Xueyuan feel a little ashamed. The two immortals of the Qixia sect are really too generous, and they don't care about their younger generation being repaired by them in public.
However, Hengzhi knew that it was all because of Ma Yunteng, and the people from Qixia faction might try their best to pull Ma Yunteng back to the Ma family, but he didn't know what conditions they would offer.
On the way to Subaozhai, Chengzi couldn't help asking Hengzhi: "Hengzhi, how do you know that Ma Zimo has a ghost weapon in his hand?"
Heng Zhi smiled and said: "I'm not a god, how could I guess that he has such a thing, but his situation and temperament, in the end, he finds that there is no hope of winning, he is very likely to put all his eggs in one basket and do some crazy things, so I let everyone Their respective fairy artifacts and self-defense magic weapons are ready at any time, and it is important to save their lives if they find something wrong."
Xue Yuan snorted: "This kid can't afford to lose like that?" She was still worried about Ma Zimo's blatantly using a ghost weapon, a high-level magic weapon, to attack Ma Yunteng in the ring at the end.
It's just that the Chaos Artifact from Flower God cannot be used or revealed, of course, otherwise, I don't know how much trouble it will cause.
Hengzhi's expression was a little dark and unclear: "He really can't afford to lose. If he loses, everything he has worked hard for so many years will be gone at once".
"It sounds like you know him a lot." Xue Yuan snorted.
Heng Zhi's eyes flickered, as if he didn't want to continue this topic, he leaned against the car wall by adjusting his breath and closed his eyes to rest his mind.
Xiang Zhuanqian has quite a status in Subaozhai, and with the special confession of the two immortals Jinshan and Yinshan, the hospitality standard received by the Lingyun Sect is no worse than that of the Qixia Sect.
When Yu Qing, Heng Zhi and Heng Er recovered from their injuries, it happened to be the time for the annual climbing party of the Luna Pagoda. Xiang Zhuanqian, Xiao Shou and others came early in the morning to invite a few people to go with them.
"For this pagoda climbing party, we Juxianju also started to bet to see which sect's disciples can be the highest and stay the longest. This year, your Lingyun sect is also among the bets. The bosses don't let my mother lose. Money, otherwise I will have to find a way to rob you rich families if I lose all!" Xiao Shou patted Xue Yuan on the shoulder and said.
Mi He Mi. "That depends on who you buy to win." Xueyuan said in awe.
Xiang Zhuanqian smiled and said: "Naturally, I bought you and won. Fortunately, I didn't place a heavy bet last time, otherwise I would have died miserably."
"That a small bet is fun, but a big bet loses. You should not buy it so heavily." Cheng Zi timidly suggested that they bought a heavy bet. How much pressure is there from their companions? In case they lose all, join forces to rob what should they do
Fengxiang laughed and said, "Junior Sister Chengzi, don't worry. Brother Ma can withstand even the silent thunder, we have confidence in him."