Douluo's rotation of the five elements

"interesting."

He stood in the hunting wind, looking down at Wu Qingfeng like a cat playing with a mouse.

Old pretense!

Wu Qingfeng curled his lips, and white light shone on his right arm, condensing into a lightsaber and holding it in his hand.

If the sneak attack fails, he is not in a hurry to take action again. Anyway, it is timed, it depends on how long the opponent wants to pretend.

Seeing the lightsaber in his hand, Ning Rongrong's delicate body, standing behind Dai Mubai, trembled violently, and tears burst into her eyes uncontrollably.

Oscar stepped forward and held him in his arms. He looked at Wu Qingfeng with extremely determined eyes and solemnly promised: "One day I will defeat him and avenge the Qibao Glazed Sect."

Zhu Zhuqing also expressed his condolences: "My condolences, Rongrong! As long as we practice hard, we can one day avenge you. Don't forget that you still have us."

"Yeah!" Ning Rongrong wiped away her tears and nodded with sobs, "I know, just seeing Grandpa Jian's soul bone, I couldn't help it."

……

Wu Qingfeng looked like he was stalling for time, and Qianjun Douluo finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Standing in the air, he grabbed the coiling dragon stick inserted into the ground and chopped it down on his huge body.

Huhuhu~

The Coiling Dragon Staff shattered the air. It was obviously a powerful and heavy blow, but it was so fast that it caused bursts of sonic booms.

Wu Qingfeng had no time to dodge, so he could only raise his left arm and use the five-color divine light to protect himself from the blow. At the same time, murderous aura crazily poured into the lightsaber in his right hand.

Boom~

Shocking weather waves swept across, and a gray mushroom cloud rose.

"cut!"

Wu Qingfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and the lightsaber in his hand suddenly struck down.

The icy-cold killing intent suddenly locked onto Qianjun Douluo, condensing his energy and spirit, and the Condensing Killing Sword Technique that he exerted with all his strength was like a crack in the white space.Shoot along the Panlong Stick to the opposite side.

Ding Ding Ding ~

The continuous sound of gold and iron clashing resounded throughout the world, and sparks were scattered all over the sky on the dragon stick.

Seeing Qian Jun Douluo trying to hide, Wu Qingfeng didn't care about the wound on his left arm that was cracked like a spider web, and used the law of gravity to forcibly freeze him for the blink of an eye.

However, in just the blink of an eye, he managed to hit the opponent with the Ningsha Sword Technique.

The sharp law on the sword light instantly tore apart Qianjun Douluo's body-protecting aura.

"The third soul skill, Coiling Dragon Body Protection."

Qianjun Douluo's pupils shrank sharply, and a trace of surprise flashed across his face.

Not daring to be too confident, the third soul ring suddenly lit up.

The black dragon coiled around the iron rod neighed and flew out to protect him.

Ding Ding Ding ~

The sword light collided with the dragon scales, causing a harsh roar.

Many people in the audience couldn't stand the sound and covered their ears.

Little Eleven had already run to the Fengjian Sect seat next door at some unknown time.

He excitedly pulled the corner of a cold girl in white, pointed at the white sword light, and said excitedly: "Sister, look, this is my brother's sword energy. Is it powerful?"

The cold girl caressed his little head lovingly, a rare smile appeared on her indifferent pretty face, and she nodded slightly.

"Yeah! Your brother is the most powerful."

The voice is ethereal and gentle, soothing like a warm breeze.

Little Eleven nodded his head like a little chicken pecking at rice, and then he felt a little sad, "Well! It would be great if my sister was my sister-in-law. Now that she has changed, she knows how to turn to my brother. And you are so good at swordsmanship, you can teach me I practice swordsmanship."

"Don't talk nonsense! If your sister-in-law hears it, she will definitely not spare you!" The cold girl lightly flicked his little head and scolded.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Chunyu Zuo's mouth couldn't help twitching, and his wrinkled old face was uglier than eating dead flies.

The dragon-patterned long stick was released, and Qianjun Douluo was driven back by the Condensing Killing Sword Qi. He only managed to stabilize his figure at the edge of the ring.

Ju Douluo happened to be maintaining a protective shield not far away from him and couldn't help but sneer.

"Old Chrysanthemum!"

Qianjun Douluo gritted his teeth, turned his head and cursed, his face turning red.

Wu Qingfeng is almost crying, please don't mock me!It's like I'm dragging it out until the end of time.

Looking at the cracked skin on his left arm, the five elements surging inside were exposed.Wu Qingfeng's mouth twitched in pain. Fortunately, he activated his martial soul avatar, otherwise he might not be able to save his arm.

"Take root!"

Wu Qingfeng shouted low, and Mu Zhi's right leg bone bloomed with emerald green light, and tree roots drilled out from his body, breaking through the hard surface and advancing bravely towards the depths.

The rich vitality passed into his body along the rhizome, repairing the cracked skin of his left arm.

The two sides were in a stalemate again. Apart from each consuming a little soul power, neither side was able to cause substantial damage to the other party.

Qianjun Douluo reached out and made a move, and the dragon pattern stick was held in his hand.

Dial, sweep, swing, pick, poke, chop.

The shadow of the stick was like a continuous wave, one stick followed immediately by the next, leaving Wu Qingfeng no chance to breathe.

He also saw that Wu Qingfeng had superb defense and strong recovery ability.

If he wanted to kill with one strike, he would have to use the ninth soul skill, but the Pope, Ju, and Ghost would certainly not be able to let him do so.

We can only settle for the next best thing, use this kind of stick technique, and chase him continuously without giving him time to recover.

Wu Qingfeng angrily withdrew the rooting skill of his right leg bone and stepped heavily on the ground again.

Amidst the loud rumbling sound, the earth cracked open again.

Rolling magma burst out from it, and pillars of fire rose into the sky.

The old man was playing too badly, so he just stared at his right leg and beat him with one stick after another. The tree root was shattered all over the ground by him in two strokes.

Even with Wu Qingfeng's strong defense, he couldn't withstand such torture.

With the interference of flames, Qianjun Douluo finally slowed down his swing speed, and Wu Qingfeng also had the opportunity to deal with it, dodging left and right to avoid many attacks.

As time passed, Qianjun Douluo's swing of his stick became less and less frequent.

The main reason was that the immortal fire split summoned by Wu Qingfeng grew too fast and almost filled the entire battle platform.

He also needs to start dodging the fire pillars. Being entangled in the immortal fire will definitely not be comfortable. Even a titled Douluo needs to continue to consume soul power to isolate himself.

The hourglass flowed down, and more than half of it passed in the two people dodging.

Wu Qingfeng was beaten until his whole body was bruised and his skin occasionally cracked.

Several places on Qianjun Douluo's body were burnt black.If this momentum continues, there will definitely not be enough time to defeat Wu Qingfeng.

The fire was blazing, completely flooding the entire venue.

Qianjun Douluo had no choice but to consume his soul power to block the flames.

"You brat, you only have two chances. Let's see if you can take this trick from me."

As he spoke, the sixth soul ring on his body rose up, and the stick shadows in the sky shrank fiercely and merged into one.

Terrifying fluctuations rippled on the dark coiled dragon stick.

Wu Qingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling a palpitation in his heart.

In his current state, even if he could take this move, he would not be able to escape the end of losing his fighting power.

However, under this terrifying power, he smiled.

He smiled obscenely, looking like a villain who had succeeded in his evil schemes.

Qianjun Douluo's heart skipped a beat, and he had a vague foreboding feeling.

Looking at the hourglass that was about to fall, Wu Qingfeng shouted loudly, "Elder Ju, Elder Gui, make a hole in the top."

At the same time, the huge martial soul's true form faded away, but its true form was not revealed.

The whole person disappeared.

The strange scene made everyone stunned on the spot, and only a few titled Douluo could sense his specific location with their breath.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei looked at each other and nodded at the same time.

The top of the hemispherical shield quickly melted to create a circular mouth with a diameter of ten meters.

The rich fire element, like sea water bursting its banks, found an outlet and suddenly rose into the sky.

"burst!!"

However, it wasn't over yet. The moment the hole at the top was opened, Wu Qingfeng's hoarse roar was heard, and he activated the Explosion Law with all his strength, detonating all the inextinguishable fire that had been gestating for a long time.

boom boom boom boom-

Amidst the thunderous roar, the protective shield was threatening to shatter.

This time, the flames really shot into the sky, side by side with the white clouds.

The sky was completely dyed red, and the clouds dispersed in the entire sky.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's expressions changed drastically. They quickly increased their soul power input and allowed the gap at the top to slowly expand outwards. Only then did they save the entire auditorium.

"Tmd, you kid is just playing dirty."

Qianjun Douluo, who was in the flames, turned green. He could no longer maintain the demeanor of the Sixth Enshrinement and directly cursed.

At the same time, the sixth soul skill was forcibly cut off.He used the Coiling Dragon to protect his body again and huddled in the corner, shivering.

The flames receded, and at the same time the last grain of sand in the hourglass fell.

The entire battle platform was beaten to pieces, leaving only the charred Qianjun Douluo and a Huo Ren.

After the Binghuo true body faded away, Wu Qingfeng collapsed to the ground helplessly, his face bruised and bruised.It's like being beaten by a group of people in school.

Meng Yiran ran up to the fighting stage, was picked up by a princess, and hurriedly ran back to the auditorium. His girlfriend was full of strength.

Qianjun, with a shameful face, jumped into the air and returned directly to Douluo Hall. Although he was only slightly injured, his soul power was only half consumed.But he, a dignified level 96 super Douluo, was turned into such a horrible state by a level 77 boy, and he really had no shame in staying here any longer.

The Cardinal flew onto the stage and announced.

"Congratulations to the leader of the Hehuan Sect, Wu Qingfeng, for passing the examination. Please... uh... cough cough... His Majesty the Pope will personally confer the title of Tenth Elder of the Wuhun Palace on a certain day."

Originally, according to the procedure, it should be awarded on the spot, but seeing Wu Qingfeng's miserable appearance, the cardinal acting as the referee changed his mind temporarily.

"Go and treat him." Bibi Dong ordered the cardinal beside him.

"Yes!"

Except for the bishop who acted as the referee, all the other 11 people came to Wu Qingfeng. The treatment was absolutely amazing.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the injuries in his body had basically healed. The only shortcoming was that his soul power was completely gone, which made his face look slightly pale.

During the treatment, the cardinal who acted as the referee had introduced the seven re-election rules in detail.

To put it simply, the Holy Dragon Sect, the Hehuan Sect, and the Fire Leopard Sect are the top three nominated sects.

The strongest men from these three major sects came on stage one by one to defend the challenge. (The Fire Leopard Sect is a 2v2 duel.)

Other sects can come forward to challenge, and the winner will replace the loser and remain on the stage to defend the ring.

The defender has a half-hour rest period after each battle, during which the challenger cannot initiate a challenge.

You will be promoted if you win three games in a row or if no one challenges you.