True Immortal of the Netherworld

On the arena square.

As soon as the competition began, the two sides fell into a fierce fight.

Murong Yu and Monk Sanshi were fighting together. The two of them were competing in the rock escape technique, and each had their own offense and defense.

The red-haired Gongsunzhi fought against the monk Sanyan, and the two sides fought hard with their fire escape skills.

The black boy Zhang Li and the Sanli monk were wrestling each other with horns, and it was unclear whether they would win or lose.

Xu Yang was the only one left in Xu Yang’s group. On the opposite side, among the four sons of Buddha and Tiger in Hongyitang, only the "Thunderstorm Tiger" Sanlei Monk is left.

The original name of Monk San Lei was "San Luo". Because his physical attributes were rare thunder and lightning skills, he was even more famous for his thunder and lightning skills. Therefore, he is called the Three Thunder Monk.

Xu Yang first glanced at Monk Sanlei opposite him expressionlessly.

The Sanlei monk was not tall, with a fleshy face and a dark complexion. There was a golden lightning mark between his eyebrows that was quite conspicuous, like a piece of beef with a golden knife and fork stuck in it.

What caught Xu Yang's attention was that Monk Sanlei wore a fist-sized golden bell on his waist. The surface of the bell was engraved with the shape of a golden tiger and the mark of lightning.

Xu Yang's consciousness swept away, "The bell on this person's waist is a treasure with thunder attributes, and the grade is at least that of a magic weapon. It seems that the information collected before is correct. This person is good at using thunder and lightning techniques and possesses thunder and lightning skills." , relying on magic weapons as a means of spiritual cultivation, as long as I use physical cultivation techniques to suppress him in close combat, I can achieve the best results. "

Under normal circumstances, cultivators will not easily show their magic weapons to others. They usually hide them in the Qiankun bag on their sleeves or in the storage bag on their waist. When attacking, cast spells to achieve a surprise victory.

It is relatively rare to see a magic weapon hanging directly on the body and exposed like Monk Sanlei.

In this situation, there are usually two possibilities.

First, the properties of the magic weapon are too strong and violent, and the space inside the storage bag or Qiankun bag is easily destroyed by the power on it, and there is no way to keep it in it for a long time.

Second, the attack of the magic weapon is speed-biased. Only when it is directly exposed can the attack be launched immediately.

At this moment, Monk Sanlei opposite was also looking at Xu Yang expressionlessly. He put his hands behind his back with a leisurely look on his face, "Little brother opposite, there are only two of us left here. Your three teammates are really good at it too." Choose your opponent. To tell you the truth, my combat power ranks first among the four Buddhas and Tigers. Therefore, I advise you to just admit defeat. Although it is an arena match, it is inevitable that there will be thunder and lightning. Casualties. If I take action, someone will be killed. But I, the San Lei monk, will not kill the unknown."

Monk Sanlei spoke rudely, and his eyes flashed with evil in Xu Yang's eyes.

He thought in his mind: "I am the leader of the four Buddha and Tiger sons of Hongyitang. How could I take the initiative to attack a nobody like you? If I take action first, I will be laughed at by the people around me. Just wait for you to take action first, and I will take the initiative to attack you." Whether you survive or die from the thunder technique depends on your fate, but it will probably be death."

Xu Yang was not angry when he saw this, and then he followed Monk Sanlei's example, put his hands behind his back, and said loudly: "Master, please remember. My name is Xu Yang, not the unknown person you mentioned. So don't feel embarrassed if you are defeated in my hands. However, I, Xu Yang, hate the two words most in my life. One is the three of the flat one, and the other is the thunder of the dark thunder. What a coincidence. You took up both words. Can I not hate you?"

As he spoke, Xu Yang took two steps forward naturally and then stopped. The distance between him and Monk Sanlei was about five or six feet.

The monk Sanlei opposite heard this and became angry.

His nose was trembling, and he cursed in his heart: "Grandma, you kid is really good at talking words. If there weren't so many spectators around here, I would have struck you with a thunderbolt, great monk, and even your mother would have been beaten to a pulp." do not know you."

Monk Sanlei's eyes were filled with fire. He couldn't help but touch the golden bell on his waist with his right hand. The index and middle fingers of his right hand shook unnaturally.

The spectators in the stands on one side of the two saw everyone else fighting fiercely, while Xu Yang and San Lei Monk were muttering there and had no intention of taking action.

They all booed.

"What are they two talking about?"

"Why don't you do it yet?"

"I think it's the boy in green who doesn't dare to take action."

"Are you two here to lecture on the Dharma?"

"We spent spiritual stones."

"Don't act."

"I really want to fight."

...

On the field, Monk Sanlei was furious. He first looked back and forth at the other people fighting, and said with a tight heart: "It seems that my three junior brothers did not take any advantage. When I came, I But the leader has promised us, the leader of the Red Clothes Hall, that we will never lose this arena match. Our Four Tigers are good at teamwork, and one-on-one cannot bring out the maximum combat power. I think this is called Xu Yang boy. It's stalling for time. If one of my juniors accidentally loses, they will have a four-on-three advantage and must not give them this chance. However, if I take action first, it will be a bit embarrassing to find a way to provoke them. This guy in green, let him strike first. I want to find a suitable distance and kill him with one strike."

Having an idea, Monk Sanlei pretended to be generous, took two steps forward, glanced at Xu Yang opposite him, stopped, smiled and said: "Xu Yang, I remember your name." I, Monk Sanlei, have defeated many people, and you will probably be ranked..."

Monk Sanlei counted his numbers on his fingers while squinting at Xu Yang opposite him, and then said: "It's about five hundred."

He changed his tone and continued: "However, I think you are just talking. You are the most cowardly opponent I have ever seen. A lay disciple is really embarrassed. Are you afraid of me, great monk? How dare you Do you dare to fight me?"

The reason why Xu Yang didn't take action immediately was certainly not because he was afraid of the San Lei monk opposite.

With Xu Yang's current cultivation foundation and methods, even though Ming Lin and A'Zhu are both sleeping, they are still more than enough to deal with Yuanhun Realm monks. Even against Dao Ming Realm monks, Xu Yang will not be timid in the slightest. This comes from Xu Yang's various trainings on the road to cultivation and his confidence in his powerful body and methods.

It's just that Xu Yang has been measuring the situation of the battle. He is observing the battle situation of Murong Yu, Gongsun Zhi, and Zhang Li. If one of the three is obviously at a disadvantage, he will immediately change his attack strategy and help them first.

Since the four of them were a team, he didn't want to put any of the other three in danger.

This battle must be won, and it must be won perfectly.

When Xu Yang saw that during the conversation between him and Monk San Lei, Murong Yu, Gongsun Zhi and Zhang Li were not losing, and even had a slight upper hand, the fighting spirit in Xu Yang's heart was quietly released.

As soon as his consciousness moved, a purple electric dragon leaped out from the three-color vortex in the Zifu space within his body.

"Hahaha." Xu Yang smiled heartily, pointed to the opposite side with his hand, and his expression suddenly turned cold, "You more than me."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a pop behind Xu Yang, and a pair of huge purple lightning wings unfolded.

The purple lightning wings rolled up, and a thunder exploded on the spot, and the purple lightning rolled like a tide.

The next moment, Xu Yang's figure appeared

In front of Monk Sanlei, the speed is so fast that it can be compared to teleportation.

This time, Monk Sanlei was frightened.

He has a thunder and lightning attribute and is quite familiar with the art of lightning escape. In his estimation, given the distance between him and Xu Yang just now, and with Xu Yang's cultivation level, even if he used his full power of Thunder Release, it would be impossible for him to directly attack him. In this way, no matter what, even if Xu Yang strikes first, he will have time to defend and the opportunity to take action calmly.

But the fact is that Monk Sanlei made a mistake in his judgment.

"Oops." Monk Sanlei's expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his hands outwards. With a push of magic power, golden electric arcs flew above his arms, quickly revealing the appearance of a thunder shield.

He wants to defend.

In such a short period of time, this thunder shield has not yet been fully formed.

At this moment, Xu Yang's fist had already been punched out.

Punch!

Thunder!

"Thunder Escape-Thunder Fist!"

In the blink of an eye, Xu Yang was hit by more than a hundred fists. Every time he punched, there was a sound of thunder and explosion. The sounds were connected in a series, and the thunder was rolling. The huge fist shadows connected into a piece, like a purple storm.

"Boom boom boom boom..."

The fist power blessed with the power of purple electricity turned into balls of purple electricity the size of wooden barrels and exploded on the surface of Monk Sanlei's body.

The thunder and lightning shield that the panicked monk Sanlei held up with his hands only took two blows before it was torn apart by Xu Yang's fist and turned into scattered golden particles that fled without a trace.

The body of Monk Sanlei, who was originally standing on the ground, was lifted up by Xu Yang's punch. It was as light as a red hydrangea, and then he was punched high into the air one after another.

Monk Sanlei's body flew upwards, while Xu Yang kept beating him from below.

At this moment, Monk Sanlei's eyes were protruding, the corners of his mouth were stained red, an unknown number of ribs were broken, his five internal organs were displaced, his heart was deformed, and his chest was covered in blood and flesh.

There was only one thought in his mind, and he threw out the golden bell magic weapon on his waist to fight back. But at this moment, he couldn't even take a breath, the mana flowed backwards in his meridians, and his soul trembled as if it had received an electric shock.

High in the air, monk Sanlei squeezed out a few tears from the corners of his eyes.

It's pain, or unwillingness.

He felt that he was a helpless bird with lost wings, or a kite with a broken string, and his fate was entirely in Xu Yang's hands.

Monk Sanlei lamented in his heart: "Xu Yang, I remember it. This name is so profound. I was unexpectedly attacked by him. Phew! I, Monk Sanlei, have lost all my face today. It really hurts."

At this time, the auditorium on the side where Xu Yang and Monk Sanlei were fighting was completely silent.

They were all stunned and shocked by Xu Yang's amazing performance. The collective was stunned.

High in the air, Xu Yang turned around gracefully and pressed his palm on Monk Sanlei's side.

boom!

A thunderstorm visible to the naked eye exploded, and Monk Sanlei's body fell heavily onto the ring, causing the ring to rumble and roll for more than ten circles before stopping.

At this moment, the crowd watching the game went crazy.

"I'm going to kill Monk Three Thunders with one strike."

"What's the name of the guy in green?"

"It's Xu Yang."

"Today he is a legend."

"This arena competition is a team battle, but it seems that one of the four sons of Fohu is missing, and he is already showing signs of decline."

"The spiritual stone I bet on is gone. These three thunder monks are not as powerful as the legend. It's really shocking."

...

Xu Yang's figure fell steadily back to the ground, stood in front of Monk Sanlei, and said loudly: "Remember? My name is Xu Yang."