Boom, Dushan was hit by a punch and flew out hundreds of meters.

But he was very stable when he landed. Obviously, it was not because he was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand it, but because he chose to retreat.

Large pieces of blood dripping from the ground were not from Dushan, but from the fingertips of Vajra. People with sharp eyes could see that Vajra's palm was separated by a hole, and blood was flowing out from there.

The one who was injured in this association was King Kong. Although this injury was just a skin injury to him. The fist was twisted and blood stopped and the wound was healing quickly, he was injured after all, while Dushan was as stable as a mountain. There was a Qingfeng sword in his hand.

"Ho roar roar..." King Kong roared in anger, crushing Dushan like a tank, and attacked continuously with his left hook and right hook.

This time Dushan did not resist hard anymore, but instead walked in a smooth sword, and his body was dancing between his fists like a duckweed that was not under force. The green sword passed by the Vajra's hands from time to time.

Although he was strong, his martial arts were gentle and his exquisite martial arts were not captured by King Kong.

Du Xiaohu was happy. Cash Kung was not as powerful as expected, but was dominated by Dushan. If this situation continues, victory will be a matter of time.

The Witch God Temple was disappointed, and complained more about Chen Yang. Some people even taught a lesson with shamelessness: "There is only one monster that can't be used, but only knows how to defeat the enemy with brute force. If this monster is commanded by me, let alone the master of the Nascent Soul stage, the master of the Tribulation stage can easily be won."

"Wu 381, besides being lucky, you are just a waste..."

Chen Yang was also giving advice to King Kong. Although this guy grew up in the demon world and grew up in various battles since he was a child, he was against the same huge monsters. The first time he was against human cultivators, especially those who were agile like Dushan, was really inexperienced. He came up and beat and bumped, but he seemed very passive.

While observing Dushan's moves, Chen Yang combined the sword-breaking strike to analyze and resolve the problem with his practice, and at the same time guided the Vajra to respond in his mind. During this period, Chen Yang not only practiced his skills, but also did not relax in the cultivation of the Supreme Soul-Chasing Sword Technique. He had already learned the fourth sword-breaking strike. In his eyes, the sword technique of the world was as transparent as it was, and it was easy to find the tricks to resolve it.

"Raise your legs and point out your fingers to attack his Yongquan acupoint."

"Turn around and attack three meters behind him..."

With Chen Yang's guidance, the attacks of King Kong became more and more organized. Some seemingly purposeless attacks were a big trouble in Dushan. If you continue to use the original sword move, you will be hit by the fists and feet of King Kong who are there.

Although he killed the wounds on the body, he was actually suffering from the recoil of the power of the King Kong. If he was really hit by a punch, it would be direct.

The weak Vajra is in the trick, but the strength is crushing.

Seeing that he was suppressed step by step by step by step, Dushan no longer dared to hide. With a low roar, his skill was completely exploded. The Qingfeng Sword exploded with a sword light of more than five meters long, and his degree doubled and stabbed King Kong's chest. He had already shown all the strength to defeat the mid-stage master of tribulation.

In a hurry, Vajra had no time to dodge, so she could only raise her hand to block it. The Qingfeng Sword was completely penetrated into his arm, cutting a big hole two feet wide. The pain made Vajra's arm fall and could no longer be used in a short period of time.

"Aoaoao, a hateful human." King Kong was completely crazy. He could have followed Chen Yang's instructions before, but now he was too lazy to defend.

The body shrank quickly and became as tall as Dushan. The fists, feet, tail, mouth, and all the weapons were greeted at Dushan together. There was no routine, only the instinct attack of the monsters.

This is the strongest state of King Kong. When he gets crazy, even a million-year-old monster can resist a few moves.

When the Qingfeng sword stabbed King Kong, it made a metal-like impact sound. Dushan could not hurt at all, and King Kong's iron fist had reached the top of his head.

He punched Dushan so hard that he fell out. This time he could no longer stand and staggered. King Kong had already chased him and had another two-fist combo.

Bang bang bang, Dushan had no room to fight back, and the Qingfeng sword fell, his body obviously collapsed, and blood was scattered everywhere.

Crack, King Kong stepped on Dushan's chest with the last foot, tearing off his sword-holding arm. He waved it above his head, as if the giant monkey was alive.

Dushan had already fainted and was beaten to the point of being beaten half a breath.

"I lost the first game." Du Xiaohu announced with a grim expression, his face as gloomy as the bottom of the pot, and his eyes looked at Chen Yang as if he wanted to eat people.

The Witch Temple was also silent. Even though they clearly won, they felt their faces were dull, as if they were ruthlessly slapped in the face. They were cursing Chen Yang for having good luck, but there was a powerful monster.

"Okay, Wu 381 is good, your monster is good, too." The Witch God's praise was also pale and powerless, obviously perfunctory.

Du Xiaohu couldn't even listen to this, and shouted anxiously: "What are you waiting for? The second competition begins. That Witch 381, it's your turn this time."

He had secretly ordered that Chen Yang must be killed on the ring, and the master of the Tribulation Period was also changed. He was an old monster who had accumulated 30,000 years of tribulation.

This guy's name is Du Tian. He is so old that his face is full of wrinkles like dry bark. There are not a few white left on his head, and his eyebrows are longer than beards. He is holding a dragon-headed crutch and shaking his way.

Although he looked like this, the Witch God felt a little sad when he saw it. He felt that Du Tian was amazing and he might be bitten by him after he ended up. Many old monsters who stagnated during the Tribulation Period were even more terrifying than the Mahayana Masters.

"Witch 381, he practices black magic, and has a connection with our witchcraft. You have to deal with it with all your strength." The Witch God rarely reminds you kindly.

Black magic is branched out of witchcraft, but it is more evil than witchcraft. Witchcraft is cultivated by animals and plants, while black magic is cultivated by living souls or even living people. Although the level of cultivation is amazing, because it is too evil, it has never been accepted by the witch tribe. When both parties meet, they are in the same power as water and fire.

The Witch God kindly reminded Chen Yang that there were actually tribal hatreds inside. The Witch Clan and Black Magic are born enemies, and the Xiaohu Sect came out, which also touched the bottom line of the Witch Clan.

Chen Yang recalled Vajra and threw him a healing pill to take Vajra to recover from the outside. He walked into the competition field and just entered the formation barrier, he felt a cold body. The temperature here was dozens of degrees lower than outside, and the black magic had been cast.

Flashes of evil and negative emotions came from Chen Yang as they entered, as if countless unjust souls were chasing Chen Yang. With Chen Yang's powerful mental power, they were all in a daze. The soul in the sea of ​​consciousness only cleared all negative emotions and their eyes became clear again.

"Hehehehe, the boy is a little calm, and he can be unmoved by the interference of my 100,000 resentful spirits." Du Tian's hissing and laughing, his voice making people stand upright, which was so ugly.
Chapter completed!