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Chapter 455 Final Battle (1)

"This…"

Ying Chen scratched his head, for some reason, although he and Yun Zhi were men, but he couldn't let go in front of Yun Zhi for some reason, it always felt so strange.

"Oh! What is a big man afraid of..."

Yun Zhi couldn't understand Ying Chen's shyness, so he took two steps forward, grabbed Ying Chen's neckline with both hands, and pulled hard.

With a "poof", Ying Chen's collar was instantly torn off, exposing his muscular chest.

Yun Zhi looked at the deep sword wound on his chest, his eyes shrank unconsciously, and then quickly narrowed his eyes again. He took out a few silver needles from his waist and stabbed them into the wound on Ying Chen's body with ease. on some acupuncture points.

"Puff puff puff!"
After the silver needle pierced Ying Chen's body, it immediately turned into a magical ray of light, pouring into the wound on Ying Chen's chest.

Ying Chen only felt that the pain in his whole body was reduced, and the pain in the wound suddenly disappeared a lot. He looked down and found that the wound on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. He couldn't help being a little surprised.

"Yunzhi, you know how to do medicine?"

"What's so strange about this, the eldest sister can do it too? Her medical skills are not weaker than mine."

"Sister Yun is also this powerful?"

"Yeah, but she doesn't want to give you a needle..."

"why?"

"She said... she was afraid that she would lose control of herself when she saw you looking so cheap, and she was worried that she would stab you to death with a single needle."

"..."

The wind is sunny, the sun is shining, the sky is blue, and there are no clouds in the sky. Such a beautiful scenery is reflected in the embrace of nature, which is really refreshing.

"Today is the last day of the Dao Discussion Conference, today we will witness who is the final winner!"
Standing above the void, Hei Lao looked at the many audiences and disciples below, and said loudly: "I will announce that the finals of the Dao Discussion Conference...start now!"
While speaking, he waved his hand casually.

Immediately there was a loud rumbling sound from the Heavenly Sword Stage.

The square stones seemed to be pulled by something, and they were suspended from the ground one after another, forming a huge arena in midair.

The arena was in the shape of a square, surrounded by thick chains, and the other ends of the chains were connected together to form an incomparably wide passage leading to the Heavenly Sword Stage.

"This is the 'Sky Ring'. It is said to be a special battle arena built by the ancient immortals. The material is made of special ice meteorite crystals. It is so strong that it is difficult for me to stay on it even if I attack with all my strength." Make a mark."
Old Hei introduced with a smile, paused for a while, and then spoke again.

"This 'Sky Beat' has another magical function. Its biggest magical function is to isolate any external attacks and energy fluctuations, to better ensure the authenticity and fairness of the game, and to prevent some external factors from affecting the game. Influence."
After Hei Lao finished speaking, his body moved slightly, and he was already standing in the center of the huge "Sky Ring", and the surrounding chains immediately made rattling noises, as if welcoming Hei Lao's arrival.

"In the last individual competition, a one-on-one elimination system will be adopted. Ten players will take turns to draw their opponents, and then the final champion will be determined!"
Hei Lao shouted loudly.

"Now draw lots to decide who will play first!"

The words fall.

In front of the ten participating disciples were floating wooden cards one by one. The wooden cards were condensed from pure profound energy and emitted a faint white light. It was impossible to see what was written on them.

The ten disciples participating this time are... Hong Yang and Hong San from the Temple of Strength; Lan Meng and the second sister Tu Qing from Tu Gugu; Tan Lin and Jian San from the Heavenly Sword Sect; Li Yuan and Li Yong from the Taixu Sect; Huiwu and Huiguang of Yunlin Temple.

These people are all the best among the five top sects, and they are also the best among the younger generation of disciples in the God and Demon Continent.

Ten people came to the stage to draw wooden cards, all of which were engraved with numbers.

"Number five?"

Hong San glanced at the wooden card in his hand and nodded with satisfaction. No. [-] was in the middle, and he didn't have to be the first to play, but he had a certain advantage. This way, he could check the opponent's strength and make some preparations in advance.

"Brother, what number did you draw?" Hong San asked to the silent Hong Yang.

"Number one?"

Hong Yang took the wooden sign and glanced at it, with a dumb expression on his face.

Having said that, why is it that he takes the lead every time?
Whether it's a team competition, a special competition, or the current individual competition, their Temple of Strength always plays at the front.

Didn't it mean... the strong are always the finale?
Could it be that their power temple is too weak to be valued by other sects, so they are ranked in the front?
Without giving Hong Yang much time to think, Hei Lao stood on the Sky Ring and said in a deep voice.

"Now there are disciples who have drawn the No. [-] and No. [-] wooden cards to appear on the stage!"

Hong Yang smiled wryly and shook his head. His figure was agile, and he swept towards the sky ring, while thinking about who his opponent would be.

at this time.

A bald-headed man also walked towards the ring. This bald-headed man was very strong, with a thick back and a waist. He was wearing a navy blue monk's robe, and his body was filled with a sense of violent power.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's Dharma name is Huiguang, and we will fight in a while. I hope Master Hong will be merciful."

Huiguang came to the ring, clasped his hands together, and said to Hong Yang with a simple and honest face.

Hong Yang frowned, and then nodded with a half-smile: "Master's name is Huiguang? It sounds familiar... If I remember correctly, among the two candidates who were most qualified to compete for Buddhist disciples at the Yunlin Temple, one One is called Huiguang, right?"

Huiguang narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words, and then sighed softly: "That's right, that person is the poor monk."

"It seems that you failed in the election for Buddha's son? And you also lost to a young monk who was white and tender." Hong Yang looked down at Huiwu who was below the ring, and there was a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Huiguang shook his head: "Benefactor Hong's words are wrong. Brother Huiwu's Buddhist practice has reached the Mahayana stage, and he has also practiced the Nine-turn Vajra Kung Fu. His strength should not be underestimated, but the poor monk's Buddhist practice is only average, not enough. hanging teeth..."

"Is that so... then stop gossip and let's fight."

Hong Yang smiled when he heard the words, nodded noncommittally and didn't speak again. He flipped his palm, and a huge mace appeared in his hand.

Huiguang glanced at the huge mace in Hong Yang's hand, a look of fear appeared in his eyes, then he slowly raised his hands, drawing a strange pattern in front of him, muttering something, a layer suddenly appeared in the palm of his hand Faint golden light.

Holding the mace in his hand, Hong Yang walked forward in three steps, one step at a time, each step brought out sonic booms, and the aura on his body continued to rise, like a peak, heading towards Huiguang rushed over.

"Extreme Strength·Golden Wire Strangling!"

The mace in the palm of his hand was raised high, and Hong Yang used all his strength as soon as he came up.

The wind howled in the air, as if it was about to tear the entire sky apart, and the mace smashed down towards Huiguang with unparalleled momentum.

(End of this chapter)