original counterattack

"Clang—clang—"

The tower bell rang, announcing the official start of the competition, and the observers cheered excitedly.

Bai Jing didn't wait for the proctor to announce who would play in the first competition, and stuffed Xiao Qin Guangwang into Bai Ye's arms, and then jumped onto the competition field and hooked up with the people from Shifang Court: "Who wants to come down?" Compare with me."

Seeing that they were going to the Ten Square Court, the powerful practitioners of the cultivators would not ask for trouble, and looked at the people in the Ten Square Court one after another.

"Boss, I'll go meet him." Wuye jumped up to the competition field, watching Bai Jing coldly curl his lips.

At this time, a gust of wind blew up the sand on the ground, and suddenly the yellow dust rolled, blocking the figures of the two people on the field. When I looked closely, I saw that Bai Jing's body had turned into a mist of cold black mist and rushed towards Wuye.

Wuye took out two artifacts of golden thorn rings, which were covered with long and small thorns. He waved his hand, and the thorn rings flew rapidly, attacking the flying fog like a tornado. Huge shock and powerful coercion.

Because the monks on the spectator stage are low in cultivation and have various defensive protections, they can't see how much higher they are than the two on the test field.

The powerful men on the waiting stage were different. Their faces changed drastically. They were already monks in the Mahayana realm. The cultivation bases of the two people above are unfathomable, and they are far beyond the Mahayana realm.

The Elder Da Taishang hurriedly used the barrier to protect himself and Xiao Fengbo in his arms, and other powerful men followed suit.

Xiao Feng Bo didn't seem to be affected in any way, and the people who saw the competition on the field waved their little hands happily.

The friend next to the elder of the Grand Master said with a shocked expression: "Are the two people on the field really Mahayana monks? Why are they so far above us in strength? Are they sure they are Mahayana?" "

Elder Da Taishang couldn't answer his question, so he couldn't help but look at Elder Fu Yun and the people in Shifang Court. Seeing their calm faces, he frowned: "Maybe some things are beyond our control."

In the competition arena, the two played inseparably. The speed was so fast that people on the viewing platform could only see one black and one white shadow scurrying in the air. The specific situation was not clear at all. Even the big Those who are able can't see clearly the situation of the competition.

He Jun, who was sitting in the auditorium, said depressedly: "They are so fast, I can't even see their moves. How can I learn from them? Brother, can you see them?"

"No." He Sen lied to him, but in fact he could see it clearly.If before the fall of the gods, Bai Jing's cultivation was definitely above Wuye, and now Baiye is restricted by heaven's punishment, so he can only draw with Wuye. It can be seen that things are as Baiye said, Wuzang and the others are very likely It's just that the godhead is sealed, and the cultivation base is only slightly reduced, and it doesn't even have any effect on Wuzang and the others.

He Jun asked Mr. He and the others: "Grandpa, can you see clearly?"

Mr. He frowned: "No."

My aunt said, "I can't either."

He Jun was surprised: "Aunt Zu, you can't see clearly? Even you can't see clearly, let alone other people."

My aunt looked at He Sen: "Xiao Ye hasn't come back after leaving for such a long time, why don't you go look for him?"

He Sen looked at the waiting stage: "He went to find his friend, and he will go back by himself after the competition."

Before Bai Ye received a voice transmission from Bai Jian saying that he wanted to compete with Bai Lie and the others, and Bai Ye wanted to try Wu Zang's cultivation, so he proposed that he also go.

He Sen also wanted to go, but he used magic, and Wu Zang would be able to discover his identity.

As a son of God, he would leave a bad impression on his own people if he went against Wuzang and the others, so he didn't follow them.

The practitioners in the auditorium couldn't see the real fighting scene, and gradually became bored, and yawned again and again, and then started chatting.In fact, everyone wanted to leave, but they also wanted to know whether the cultivators won or the ghost cultivators won.

It is impossible to allow the two sides to fight endlessly, so the competition time for each group is half an hour.

After half an hour, if there is still no winner, the proctor will ring the bell to signal a timeout, and then judge the winner from the injuries. The more injuries and more serious ones, the loser.

Half an hour later, everyone finally heard Zhong Xiang: "Dang Dang Dang -Dang Dang Dang-"

Everyone cheered up: "Finally the game is over, who won?"

Everyone saw that the two in the sky were still inseparable.

"Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang—"the proctor rang the bell again, and shouted: "The competition is over, the competition is over, if you want to fight again, please leave the venue and continue. Others have to compete."

Hearing what the supervisor said, Bai Jing flew towards Wuye with all his strength, and used the most powerful spell of ghosts and gods, Hell, to hit Wuye. Immediately, ghosts poured out from all directions and let out screams. , Flock to Wu Ye one after another, as if to drag him to hell.

Wuye's expression changed, and he hurriedly used a purification technique to resolve it, and then used the defensive barrier to block the attack.

With a loud bang, Bai Jing pressed the opponent to the ground, a big hole was blasted out in the ground, and dust billowed immediately.

When everyone heard the voice, they stood up one after another: "Who won?"

After the dust dispersed, everyone saw that Wuye was covered by a gloomy black mass on the ground.

Seeing that Bai Jing was full of yin and bloodshot eyes gushed out, the proctor swallowed his saliva and announced, "Ghost Xiu wins."

He would also judge that Bai Jing was a ghost cultivator when he saw the other party using a ghost cultivator's spell.

Seeing Bai Jing holding Wu Ye still, Bai Ye was worried that he would go crazy and lose control, so he called through sound transmission: "Third brother, come back."

Bai Jing withdrew his mind, looked at Wu Ye who was held still by him on the ground, snorted coldly with disdain, turned around and flew back to the waiting test platform, and said to Bai Ye and the others: "If it wasn't for the competition, he would definitely be killed. "

"Giggle—" King Qin Guang and the others giggled happily, waving their hands as if they were applauding Bai Jing.

Bai Jing rubbed the head of little Qin Guangwang: "You also agree with me killing him, right? After the competition is over, I will kill them and extract their souls to feed you."

Demon King, Ghost King: "..."

They became more and more curious about Bai Jing and their identities, not only were they not afraid of the gods, they even defeated the god guards.

Wuye rubbed the neck that was strangled before, and returned to his seat, and said to his companion through voice transmission: "Crazy, he is simply crazy, he is not a competition at all, he is fighting with me."

In the past, he would not even take his life because of the order of the god king, but now he is very resentful of his life. He enjoys his current life and doesn't want to die like this, so he has scruples when fighting, which is why he lost the competition.

Wushuang glanced at them lightly, "If they weren't crazy, they wouldn't be fugitives from the Heavenly Court."

Bai Jian gave the child to Bai Jing, and jumped onto the arena, ready to provoke the people of Shifang Court, and then the elder of the Qu family also jumped to the arena: "Devil King, I want to challenge you."

When the disciples of the Qu family saw that it was their own Supreme Elder, they immediately stood up and cheered: "The Supreme Elder—"

The Supreme Elder of the Qu family twitched his lips when he heard the cry of the disciples of the Qu family. He must win the competition and make the disciples admire him even more.

Bai Jian raised his eyebrows: "It's a waste of my competition time."

At the end of the competition, the losers will be eliminated and will not be eligible to participate in the subsequent competitions, but if they win, they will have to wait for everyone to take turns to compete once before they can participate in the second knockout round, unless there are fewer people on their side than cultivators. Have the opportunity to participate in the first round of the second competition.

The supreme elder of the Qu family wanted to win glory for the Qu family and make the Qu family more famous, and he didn't want to disdain to compete with him, so he was so angry that he shot at Bai Jian without waiting for the proctor to start.

Bai Jian didn't take him seriously at all. With a flick of his fingers, he easily dispelled the spell of the elder of the Qu family, broke through the opponent's defense and shattered the opponent's spiritual treasure, and shot the opponent hundreds of meters away. .

The elder of the Qu family spat out a mouthful of old blood with a puff, and before he had time to regret facing Bai Jian, he passed out.

Everyone exclaimed and stood up one after another.

The powerful men on the waiting test stand also stood up and looked at Bai Jian in disbelief.

"One move? One move to kill people in the Mahayana realm? Even smashing Lingbao, isn't that too powerful?"

"Who else dares to go up and fight the devil?"

"It is estimated that only people from the ten square courts dare to fight the devil king."

"The devil king is so powerful, will he destroy us cultivators?"

The people on the audience stage were talking about it, and He Jun was shocked, and quietly pulled La Hesen's sleeve, and said in a low voice: "Brother, I have always wanted to ask you, what is the relationship between the current Bai Ye and the Bai Ye in the antique shop?" ? Why does the current Bai Ye know the brothers and grandpa of the former Bai Ye, and still call them big brother, second brother, third brother and grandpa? And why are Bai Jing and the others on the side of Moxiu? And..."

He Sen replied to him lightly: "You ask too many questions."

He Jun felt that if he asked any more questions, he would definitely be thrown into the competition field by his elder brother, or his voice would be silenced, so he quickly shut his mouth and buried this matter in his heart.

"This competition is the devil's victory." The supervisor quickly sent other monks to take the elder of the Qu family out of the field.

The Tianyin faction and the He family joked, "Although we are not on the devil's side, we still think we played well."

"The Supreme Elder of the Qu family thinks he is very powerful, and now he has finally suffered. He deserves to be beaten."

"The devil king should kill him with one palm."

The members of the Qu family asked anxiously, "Is the Supreme Elder alright?"

"The competition must not hurt the opponent's life, the Supreme Elder should just faint."

The members of the Qu family couldn't sit still anymore, they all got up and went to the treatment area behind the waiting table to check on the elder Tai Tai's injuries.

As soon as Patriarch Qu entered the tent, he immediately asked, "Master Hongde, are we Supreme Elder alright?"

The person in charge of treating the wounded is Master Hongde of Duankong Temple, whose cultivation has reached the level of Mahayana, but the monks in the temple are people who seek without desire, and the higher their cultivation, the less they care about things outside of them, let alone competitions. Therefore, the monks in the temple usually only compete with others in a small way, and never participate in large-scale competitions, but they are responsible for healing the wounds of the people in the competition.

Master Hongde fed the Elder of the Qu family the elixir, and then checked the tendons and spiritual roots in the body, etc.: "Patriarch Qu, please rest assured, the elder Taishang only hurt the internal organs, but it was not serious, so he only vomited blood. Pass out, and wake up after a while."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, their Qu family relied on the Supreme Elder to be in charge, if something happened to the Supreme Elder, their Qu family would be defeated from now on.

Master Hongde stood up, clasped his palms together and recited Amitabha Buddha: "I don't know if it's luck or misfortune that the demon cultivator has produced a demon king whose cultivation level is higher than the Mahayana realm."

The members of the Qu family said angrily: "Of course it is unfortunate. If this person is not eliminated, we cultivators will never have peace."

"I dare say that after the competition, the demon cultivators, demon cultivators, and ghost cultivators will lead their men to kill all the practitioners."

Master Hongde: "..."

On the competition field, Bai Jian returned to his seat depressedly and said, "I thought I could have a good fight with Shenwei, but someone who can't stand the scenery is really disappointing."

Demon King, Ghost King: "..."

They were really glad that when Bai Jian seized the position of Demon King, they didn't help or come to provoke him, otherwise the fate of the elders of the Qu family would be their fate.

Bai Ye said: "If you go down first, other powerful people will definitely want to challenge you. You should wait for Shenwei and the others to go down before going down, then you don't have to fight other powerful people."

Elder Fu Yun said with a smile: "My son is right."

On the side of the cultivator, seeing the ancestor Fu Yun and none of them going to the test field, they looked at each other and asked each other who would go down first.

"I'll go." The eldest elder of the He family handed Xiao Fengbo to his friend Fuxu Zhenren: "Take care of Yunsun for me."

"Okay." Master Fuxu took the child with a smile: "Don't worry, I will take good care of him."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Feng tightly grabbed the elder's clothes and hair.

"Oh..." The head of the elder Tai Tai felt a pain, and he shouted anxiously: "He Si, you let me go, it hurts me to death."

Uncle Feng excitedly shouted: "Go, go, go..."

"Where are you going?" The elder did not understand what he meant for a while: "Where are you going? Relieve?"

"Go, go, go..." Xiaofeng pointed to the competition field and giggled happily.

"He probably wants to compete with you." Daoist Fuxu smiled loudly: "As expected of your grandson Yun, he is brave enough."

The elder Tai Tai laughed angrily: "He is a child under one year old, how could he know how to be afraid, He Si, let go quickly, or I will send you back to your father."

On Bai Jing's side, he saw that Xiaofeng was about to end with the elders, so he was immediately happy, and put the little Emperor Song into the hands of a powerful demon cultivator: "You take the child to the end, and challenge the wife of the He family." Go to the elder and ask him to bring the child to the competition field."

Bai Ye and the others: "..."

Yaoxiu couldn't believe it and looked at him: "Take the child to compete? Are you afraid of hurting the child?"

Bai Jing patted Xiao Song Emperor's ass: "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

The demon cultivator couldn't help but look at the demon king.

The demon king looked at Bai Jian.

Bai Jian also wanted to see the children's fight, so he nodded with a smile: "Go."

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