Immortal Mansion: With mediocre qualifications, I have no choice but to live forever

The two moves used by Zhou Yiqiao are both his best attacks for many years!

Over the years, he has been able to win every time he fought with others, relying on these two tricks.

But today, he had to use two moves at the same time to barely block a fire dragon condensed by Wu Ning. From this, it can be seen that the gap between himself and this Yongzhou genius is not even a tiny bit.

"Hoohoo!"

While Zhou Yiqiao was pondering, the fire dragon was already rushing down, as if carrying a huge force, carrying a huge wave of fire, rolling towards his head.

Zhou Yiqiao did not dare to neglect, the true energy in his body was running wildly, and his blood was boiling, like lava spurting out, forming a three to four foot bloody figure behind him.

This figure is very similar to Zhou Yiqiao, with angry eyes and a ferocious expression.

"Village of Qi and Blood!"

Someone in the audience immediately recognized the strange noise and shouted loudly.

"Only those who have accomplished physical training can create such a virtual shadow of Qi and blood behind their backs when transporting Qi and blood in the body."

"I saw that Zhou Yiqiao was clearly a Dharma cultivator. Why did this happen!?"

When everyone heard this, they all started talking and it was very noisy for a while.

Zhou Yiqiao turned a deaf ear to this and stared directly at the fire dragon above his head, holding his breath and concentrating.

This was the only solution he came up with in a hurry, and it was also the first time he used his physical strength to defeat his opponent's attack!

He waved out his arms, and the qi-blood shadow behind him also punched the fire dragon. The two huge fist shadows collided with each other with the power of a stormy sea.

In an instant, the entire arena trembled violently, and the arena, which was already full of cracks, completely collapsed, filling the air with countless smoke and dust.

The Netherworld Sect elders who were always paying attention to the situation of the competition saw that the situation was not good, and stepped out in the air one after another. The seals in their hands continued to form a huge light shield, which firmly locked the battlefield between Zhou Yiqiao and the two.

The smoke and dust gradually dispersed, and the arena was in a mess. Among the ruins, two disheveled figures stood on a boulder, looking at each other in silence.

After a while, Wu Ning was the first to break the bottleneck.

"To be able to receive the second Fire Dragon Spear, he is already much more powerful than the trash in our sect."

"Since you have this strength, I won't beat around the bush anymore, be careful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the boulder under Wu Ning's feet exploded, and a figure used the force of the recoil to fly straight into the air, with dazzling firelight blooming from its body.

Immediately afterwards, the spear flew back into his hand, and the spear and the man merged into one, turning into a larger fire dragon emerging out of thin air and attacking Zhou Yiqiao.

When death was imminent, Zhou Yiqiao was indeed extremely calm. With a thought, various magic weapons appeared around him.

He clearly knew that the two moves just now were just Wu Ning's tests, and now, it was considered that the opponent was using his real skills!

The Zhenhai Pearl spun around, and a dense blue light floated out from the pearl. Along with Zhou Yiqiao's corroding magical power, Wu Ning was weakened by 40% of his strength in an instant.

"Shh!"

Taking advantage of the opponent's weakened state, Zhou Yiqiao used the Nine-curved Yin Luo Mirror, and his body swept quickly, appearing above Wu Ning's head like a teleport.

The light of the Jiuqu Yinluo Mirror suddenly surged, and a piercing cold light enveloped Wu Ning, freezing him in the air for an instant.

Zhou Yiqiao knew that with the opponent's strength, Jiuqu Yin Luojing would not be able to trap him for long.

With a move of his right hand, the Fixed Purple Bamboo Sword flew into his hand. He was also a man-sword fusion. In response to Wu Ning's method, he took advantage of this gap to stab the opponent in the face!

"Pfft..."

The surrounding space finally flowed, Wu Ning threw the spear full of energy, vomited blood and fell back, blood dripping from his chest, and the wounds were shocking.

Zhou Yiqiao easily dodged the attack, and threw the fixed purple bamboo sword into the air, pursuing Wu Ning relentlessly. However, he reached out and took another magical weapon beside him into his arms.

It seems that endless spiritual power pours into the Bahuang Disk, the black and white colors are brilliant, and the Bagua patterns rotate slowly.

The two spells of Ji Yin and Ji Han caught up with the fixed purple bamboo sword and came to Wu Ning in an instant.

Wu Ning's face turned pale, he gritted his teeth, activated his true energy, and cast a flame barrier in an attempt to neutralize the two attacks.

"boom!."

However, when this incomplete defensive barrier encountered Bahuangchousha, it fell apart in an instant, without even a moment of pause, and collapsed instantly.

Wu Ning faced the remaining Bahuang Thunder, and his figure was like a kite flying upside down, smashing into the gravel like a broken string.

"Did Zhou Yiqiao win?"

After a brief silence, there was a storm around the ring, and shocked voices came from the crowd.

"No...how is this possible!?"

Not to mention everyone watching, even several senior officials of Netherworld Sect looked surprised at this time.

In their eyes, Zhou Yiqiao had almost no chance of winning this match, but the scene in front of them clearly told everyone that Zhou Yiqiao defeated Wu Ning with just a few moves.

The elders looked toward the high platform where True Lord Xuanyun was, but saw that their sect master and the disciples of the Demon Sect had no expression on their faces at all, and were still staring at the center of the ring.

"Could it be..."

The elders were stunned for a moment, then looked away.

On the ring, Zhou Yiqiao also looked solemn, staring at the place where Wu Ning fell, not relaxing at all.

"Cough cough cough..."

Amid the smoke, Wu Ning held onto his wounds and stood firm. Although his face was pale and his breath was disordered, there was a smile on his lips.

"I take back my previous evaluation of you. You are much better than the trash in the sect."

As he spoke, he didn't care at all about the wounds still oozing blood on his body, and stretched his muscles for a while.

"You are still the first monk of the same level who lets me use the Chi Yan Sword after I perfected the advanced golden elixir."

"I have to admit that you are very good. If you were on the same starting line as me, you would be much better than me, but it's a pity..."

Wu Ning suddenly stopped talking, and the spear in his hand suddenly disappeared, replaced by a translucent red sword.

"The winner today must be me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword in Wu Ning's hand spit out black fire, and a suffocating and terrifying heat wave hit his face.

Even though they were separated by a curtain, everyone under the ring could still feel a burning pain on their skin.

The spectators who were close to the ring instinctively moved back due to the scorching sun, obviously knowing that Wu Ning was going to really use his full strength.

When the crowd was in commotion, Zhou Yiqiao showed a knowing smile on the ring, but it passed quickly and calmed down again.

In his original plan, forcing out Wu Ning's Chi Yan Sword was the perfect answer to his Yanzhou practice career.

But now that the opportunity to truly defeat the opponent is right in front of us, how can we let it pass easily like this?