Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 259 No suspense

Author: Zhao Qi'an

Zhao Xiaomeng teleported and grabbed the throat of the Life Sect monk closest to her with one hand!

The monk was caught off guard and wanted to break free, but was horrified to find that Zhao Xiaomeng's hands were like steel claws and he couldn't break free at all.

At the same time, Zhao Xiaomeng shot out her right hand and directly sent a Life Sect monk who teleported to her side out of the protective formation!

The man fell to the ground with a look of disbelief on his face: I'm about to appear! I haven't even taken out any of my mechanisms yet!

Zhao Xiaomeng raised her hand and threw the Vitality Sect monk in her hand towards the three people from the Nightmare Sect.

The monk from the Life Sect couldn't help himself, and his body shot towards the three people from the Nightmare Sect like a cannonball!

The three people saw Zhao Xiaomeng's strength. They dared to confront Zhao Xiaomeng and hurriedly dodged. The man was also successfully sent out of the formation. His body was hit hard on the ground and he fell into unconsciousness. Before the three people had time to breathe a sigh of relief, they were surprised.

Suddenly, he discovered that Zhao Xiaomeng used the man's body to cover his figure, followed closely, and appeared in front of the three of them! Before they could react, he slapped two of them away with his palms, leaving only one female cultivator standing dumbly.

In place: too fast, unable to react, unable to lock her position!

In just one breath, Zhao Xiaomeng sent four people down!

Yu Zhiming's eyes were full of shock: Fellow Daoist Zhao has improved so quickly. If she attacks me now, I will not be her enemy in three moves!

Guo Xun had similar thoughts.

The two of them stayed away from the battle circle, back to back, not to cause trouble for Zhao Xiaomeng.

At the same time, the three members of the Sword Sect had taken this opportunity to form a sword formation, and three flying swords surrounded Zhao Xiaomeng from three directions.

Outside the sword formation, three spiritual beasts also surrounded her, blocking all her ways.

The lone Nightmare Sect monks and the Life Sect monks kept a close eye on Yu Zhiming and Guo Xun, guarding them against coming to help.

The monks who were originally scattered around the out-of-body and distracted battlefield also gathered around: Look this way first, this way quickly, if you don't look for a while, the fight will be over!

Zhao Xiaomeng forced Mengze out of the sea of ​​knowledge and said, "Quick fight! I leave those three little cuties to you, be careful not to kill them."

Everyone saw a fluffy spiritual eagle flying into the air, as if it was feeding!

And Zhao Xiaomeng opened his hands and grabbed Feijian!

"Ah! Doesn't she want her hand anymore?" Everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

The three sword cultivators were also shocked, but they had no intention of holding back: This was in the Sword Sect, and with the Tribulation Ancestor sitting in charge, they couldn't kill her!

To everyone's surprise, Zhao Xiaomeng's snow-white, slender little hands that looked like they could be broken by a bullet actually grabbed a flying sword in one hand without any sign of injury!

The two sword cultivators hurriedly made secrets, trying to control the flying sword and break free from control, but the flying sword did not move at all!

At the same time, Zhao Xiaomeng flew up with his right foot and kicked back the last flying sword.

The owner of the flying sword immediately made a gesture, trying to control his weapon, but found that the sword was so fierce that he could not stop it! It was not that it was completely uncontrollable, but the force of Zhao Xiaomeng's kick was too great, and the flying sword was unable to stop.

The sword wanted to turn around but couldn't slow down at all. He was panicking and reached out to catch the flying sword when it passed by him. However, while holding the hilt of the sword, he was led out of the protective formation by the flying sword.

"Is this a voluntary admission of defeat?"

"That female cultivator is too strong!"

"Who is this female cultivator from Qingyun Sect? She is so powerful!"

"The one with two thousand high-level spiritual stones on the demon clan's wanted list!"

"Zhao Xiaomeng! She is a direct disciple of the Tribulation Monk! No wonder she is so powerful!"

"No wonder!"

"She is a physical practitioner!"

"I think it's spiritual and physical cultivation!"

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Xiaomeng rotated the two swords in his hands and threw them towards the two sword cultivators. The two learned their lesson and did not dare to catch them with their hands. They allowed their weapons to fly out of the protective formation, thinking to wait a moment.

After a moment, when most of the strength of the sword was relieved and then the flying sword was called back, the three fellow Taoists of the Beast Taming Sect could not hold on for a few breaths!

Unexpectedly, the spirit beasts of the three beast control sects all lost control. The spirit eagle carried a fur ball on its back and attacked the two spirit beasts on the ground uncontrollably. The three people were trying their best to control their spirit beasts and had no time to do so.

Take this into consideration.

Zhao Xiaomeng took the opportunity to teleport to the two of them and knocked them off the ring with one punch and one kick.

"So fast! Seven!"

Yu Zhiming and Guo Xun then turned around and entangled the monks from the Nightmare Sect and the Vital Sect, preventing them from causing trouble!

Zhao Xiaomeng's opponents were only three monks from the Beast Taming Sect who had lost their spiritual beasts.

Without a spiritual beast around, in Zhao Xiaomeng's eyes, the three of them were like tigers with their teeth pulled out, and they were nothing to be afraid of!

The three of them were determined. They gave up the spirit eagle and called the other two spirit beasts back to them. The three of them and the two beasts surrounded Zhao Xiaomeng.

Attack simultaneously!

At the same time, the spirit eagle also got rid of the fur ball behind it and rushed down from directly above Zhao Xiaomeng!

No matter how you look at it, she has no way to escape!

"Pity!"

"Well, even if she can block the attacks of two or even three people at the same time, the attacks from the remaining humans and beasts will be enough to hurt her!"

"She is a direct disciple, how can she not have a spiritual weapon for self-defense!"

"Junior brother, you have just joined the Sword Sect, right?"

"How did senior brother figure it out?"

"I don't know about other sects. In the sword sect's grand competition, you are not allowed to bring magic weapons with a level higher than your own cultivation level! This is a competition for Nascent Soul monks. Their swords and body-protecting magic weapons can only be of the highest level.

magic weapon!"

"I've learned a lesson from you."

Suddenly, the battle situation on the field changed dramatically!

The spiritual eagle changed its direction midway and knocked its master out of the protective formation!

The three men and three beasts who besieged Zhao Xiaomeng were immediately gone for a third.

However, Zhao Xiaomeng seemed to have expected it. He punched one of the monks, knocking him to the ground, and rushed out of the encirclement through the gap. Before leaving, he did not forget to pick up the ankle of the monk on the ground, turned around and faced the only monk.

The remaining monk laughed.

One person and two beasts did not dare to hesitate, and immediately rushed forward to save the monk in Zhao Xiaomeng's hand. Zhao Xiaomeng flipped his right hand and used the monk in his hand as a weapon to spin out!

One person and two beasts were afraid of hurting the monk of the Beast Taming Sect, but also afraid of hurting themselves, so they hurriedly retreated! Zhao Xiaomeng did not touch them in the first attack, and then he took his second turn!

By the time it was their fourth turn, they had been forced close to the protective formation and had no way to retreat, so they had no choice but to give it a try!

However, they did not expect that Zhao Xiaomeng would not give them a chance to rescue their fellow sect members and directly threw them out!

At the same time, he teleported to the only remaining Beast Taming Sect monk and punched him out!

The two spirit beasts were aware that they were no match for Zhao Xiaomeng, so they walked out of the protective formation obediently.

At this moment, apart from the three people from the Qingyun Sect, only the female cultivators from the Nightmare Sect and the male cultivators from the Vital Sect were left in the protective formation.

Zhao Xiaomeng did not join the battle group immediately.

The two of them knew that they could not even defeat the opponent in front of them, let alone Zhao Xiaomeng who had not yet made a move!

That was the boss who single-handedly killed ten Nascent Soul late-stage Dzogchen masters!

No need to communicate, the two jumped out of the battle group and took the initiative to admit defeat!

In just one cup of tea, the competition between Yuanying Zhenjun was over.

The monk who came late saw only the empty protective shield and asked others in confusion: "Senior brother, why hasn't it started here yet?"

"The fight is over!"

"There are 15 people! Is the fight over?"

"Yeah! One against twelve, that's pretty fast!"