Beast Blood Panlong

Sanbao fell into deep thought while looking at Dragon Turtle Seiji who seemed to be sleeping.

After three full days, Sanbao neither thought of a way to defeat Sheng Er nor dared to attack Sheng Er easily. The two of them sat quietly in the seaweed like stone pillars.

"Seaweed, seaweed, yes, since the second level is set among seaweeds, it must be related to this, but what is the relationship?" Sanbao raised his head and looked at the seaweeds around him that were constantly swaying gently with the sea water.

Horizontal, transverse, vertical, oblique.

No, it’s hiding, hiding, cutting, blocking, killing...

Slowly, slowly, Sanbao seemed to see swords waving in the sea, sometimes dodging, sometimes slashing, sometimes defending, sometimes attacking.

Just when Sanbao was trapped in the special environment around him, Sheng Er's small and pitiful eyes seemed to be shining with a special glow.

"I understand, this is obviously an extremely advanced attack skill!"

A few hours later, when Sanbao finally woke up, he was startled by his own thoughts. The countless floating seaweeds around him looked like a set of advanced attack skills, and Sanbao had a feeling,

If he could successfully cultivate it, his power would probably be at least heaven-level.

So far, Sanbao has mastered only one heaven-level spiritual skill, the fire attack skill - Dance of the Vermilion Bird. His other talents include the Sky-shattering Blade, Illusory Sky Golden Body, and Purple Eyed Light.

level, but after all, it requires the power of blood to activate.

In other words, these magical skills can only be used from time to time and cannot be used continuously. However, the charging time of Suzaku Dance is extremely long. Generally speaking, there is only one chance to use it in a short period of time, which is similar to the innate magical power.

shortcomings.

The only thing here that can be used for a long time (relatively) is the Phantom Sky Golden Body, but the Phantom Sky Golden Body is mainly for assistance and defense. It is not very helpful for attacks. If you can master a pure attack, you can continue to perform it.

The heaven-level spiritual skills are probably another big improvement in strength for the Three Treasures.

"What's wrong with me? The most important thing now is to pass the second level. No matter what magical skills he has or not, what about the heaven level? Wait until I enter the Holy Island," Sanbao, who woke up, kept reminding himself.

, the most important thing for me right now is how to defeat the old turtle on the opposite side, rather than some heaven-level spiritual skills.

I believe that as long as you enter the Holy Island, you will definitely have heaven-level spiritual skills, and in the face of absolute cultivation and strength, the role of spiritual skills is not too great, just like the Three Treasures at this moment, although they are also considered to be the pinnacle of existences in Lingxuan.

But even if he meets the most ordinary spiritual saint, he is definitely no match.

As the days passed, although Sanbao kept thinking about how to defeat Sheng Er, there was no success. On the contrary, the surrounding pieces of seaweed floating in the water became more and more deeply felt in Sanbao's mind.

Counting the days, there are already less than twenty days until the Holy Island is closed.

On this day, Sanbao couldn't bear it anymore, and quietly issued a move of the soul sword from Yintang, while his eyes flashed with purple light.

"ah!"

There was a scream, and at the same time that San Bao attacked Sheng Er, Sheng Er's attack came as promised, as if he had expected San Bao to take action.

This time, Sanbao suffered heavy losses. His entire left arm was chopped off by a yellow sword light spit out by Sheng Er.

As early as in the Shenhuo Forest, Sanbao's left arm was broken off by the self-explosion of Xuanwang Yawa of the Shenhuo Zerg tribe. Later, it was connected to the left arm of another Xuanwang Xiao Lang of the Shenhuo Zerg tribe. Although it was different from his previous left arm.

It's a bit different, but Sambo has gradually gotten used to it over the years.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, my left arm is gone again.

"Senior, you, are you too cruel?" After bandaging the broken arm a little, Sanbao came to Sheng Er, his face could no longer calm down.

"It's not cruel. I'm just warning you that you can make a stupid mistake once. If you make it twice, it will be fatal. I didn't destroy your cultivation or even kill you directly. I'm already showing mercy. You still have one last time.

Opportunity, can we start?" Sheng Er's words were still kind, but the momentum revealed in his tone was completely different from before.

"No, you wait for me for two days!"

Sanbao knew that if he started now, he still had no hope of winning. He immediately ignored Sheng Er's confused eyes and swam directly into the depths of the seaweed jungle.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

In a dark jungle space, Sanbao sensed the swing of the surrounding seaweed with his soul power while waving the Kirin Knife in his hand with one hand.

Although he was no match for Sage Er in terms of endurance these days, seeing the seaweed moving with the water around him every day, Sambo had a special feeling, as if the blood in his body was also flowing with it.

Following his own feeling, he kept waving the Qilin Knife. Sanbao felt that the depression in his heart was slowly dissipating with the blade, and the blood in his body was flowing faster and faster...

"It's done!" A few days later, when San Bao stood with a sword in his hand, a set of sword techniques that were extremely rough, but whose power reached the level of heaven-level spiritual skills, was formed during San Bao's life-defying practice.

"It's up to you, Tugui Knife Technique!" Sanbao named the newly created knife technique Tugui Knife Technique, which shows his anger and hatred towards Sheng Er, the old turtle.

Unable to fight again and again, unable to fight even harder with endurance, Sanbao really didn't know how to get through this second hurdle of entering the Holy Island.

When they came to the place where the arm was broken again, Sheng Er was just as expected, lying motionless on the spot, either because he was too lazy to move or because he was waiting for the arrival of the Three Treasures.

Just when Sanbao was about to have the last competition with his opponent, Sheng Er's little head suddenly stretched out from the turtle shell, and then said to Sanbao: "Our competition will wait for now, another challenger has arrived!"

"Another one is here? Yes, the map issued by the Holy Island is full of ten points. There are always two guys who can understand the map!" Sanbao remained silent and stood aside.

After a moment, a middle-aged Lingxuan with red hair came into their sight.

Different from the white paper map held by Sanbao, the red-haired middle-aged man held a small black ball with a lightning dot on the surface and several other symbols marked from one to six.

Although the type of map is completely different from the Three Treasures, the things recorded on it are the same, the Holy Island and the six major levels that need to be passed before entering the Holy Island.

"Are you the guardian of the second level, or are you?" The middle-aged man looked at the Three Treasures, then at the Holy Second, and turned to ask.

"It's me, my name is Sheng Er, and I am the guardian of the second level. In this level, we are not competing with force, but with perseverance..." After Sheng Er explained the rules, the red-haired middle-aged man's expression was different from that of

Sanbao's expression was the same as before when he heard it.

As if San Bao had just entered the seaweed jungle, the red-haired middle-aged man asked no less than ten questions before he sat down cross-legged and then officially entered the competition with Sheng Er.

Sanbao could only sit in the distance and watch the two of them quietly, thinking about his turtle-slaying knife skills from time to time.

The red-haired middle-aged man seemed to have more endurance than San Bao. He only persisted for two hours. Seeing that there was no sign of Sheng Er moving, he took out a curved short crossbow from his arms and set up three

The small silver arrow shot out directly.

The crossbow was obviously a genuine spiritual weapon. The moment it was fired, the surrounding seawater was forced into a vacuum.

"First game, lose!" Sanbao shouted silently.

As soon as he saw the middle-aged man taking action, San Bao knew that the first game was definitely over, because the red-haired young man was not even as strong as San Bao himself. He was only at the level of San Bao Lingxuan. Not to mention dealing with Sheng Er, even San Bao could defeat him.

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Sure enough, after three arrows hit Sheng Er one after another, Sheng Er's little head lazily stretched out from the turtle shell, and then with a yellow light, the red-haired young man flew out.

Except that the time is shorter, it is almost exactly the same as the first time Sanbao lost.

"Senior, do you want to drink some wine? This is my Hongjiang specialty red fruit honey wine. The wine tastes extremely mellow. Try it!" Unlike Sanbao who started the second game quickly, the red-haired middle-aged man took out a few bottles from his arms.

Then he threw two bottles of fine wine to Sheng Er. The two used their spiritual power to avoid the sea water around them, and then started drinking.

The two were drinking and chatting. After a while, Sheng Er began to shake his head, seeming a little drunk.

"Senior, let's start!" After Sheng'er had just finished two bottles of wine, the red-haired middle-aged man proposed to start the competition. Although Sheng'er was a little reluctant, he still nodded.

However, unlike before, where he tried his best to remain calm, the red-haired young man was still drinking mead one sip after another. Although Sheng Er opposite him was motionless, his two small eyes were constantly turning back and forth.

"How about it, senior, if you let me go, I'll have about ten bottles of red wine here, so I'll give them to you too!"

"no!"

"Twenty bottles!"

"no!"

"I'll give you everything I have in my pocket, twenty-eight bottles?"

"make a deal!"

What Sanbao couldn't even imagine was that the red-haired middle-aged man easily passed the second level relying on a few bottles of red wine. After Sheng Er injected a stream of light into the spherical map in the hands of the red-haired young man, the red-haired young man went out to sea.

"Thank you, Senior Sheng Er, for helping me. If I achieve anything in the future, I will definitely remember the kindness of my senior!"

"This, is this okay?" Looking at the back of the red-haired middle-aged man who claimed to be boundless, Sanbao looked envious and at the same time blamed himself, thinking to himself, why didn't I think of this move?

Sanbao originally wanted to bribe Sheng Er with some specialties, but he was afraid that Sheng Er would tell him that he would learn from others, and he would definitely reprimand him. If he did it the first time, it would be a surprise, but if he did it the second time, he would be stupid.

Bracing himself and coming to Sheng Er, San Bao waved the sword in his hand.

"Senior, I have something in my mind these past few days and have created a set of sword techniques of my own. I would like to ask senior for some pointers. Is it possible?"

"Okay! I wonder if you have a name for this set of sword techniques. If not, I can help you pick one, Fuhai Sword Technique. What do you think?"