Mortals start by seizing the soul of Shequ

Seeing his expression, Yan Kuangge sighed softly, returned the ball to Qin Qingyu, and then called Xie Duanyang over.

"In that case, just practice for this fellow disciple!"

As he spoke, Yan Kuangsong gently pressed his palm on Xie Duanyang's back.

Immediately, there was a strong and concise spiritual power pouring in.

"This is..."

Xie Duanyang's instinct was to lighten his hair for a moment, but he was immediately suppressed and began to absorb and digest the magic power of this golden and fire mutually reinforcing force.

It didn't take much effort on his part to merge it with his own spiritual power, with almost no consumption, and he could easily temporarily elevate Xie Duanyang to the peak of the ninth level of Qi training.

As soon as he saw Yan Kuangge, he felt that his breath was instinctively close to each other.

Now there is no doubt anymore. The other party obviously practices the same "Metal Gold Method" as him, which was not mentioned in the information given by Yuan Bo previously.

"Could it be that Elder Yan wants to take me under his wing? That would be great.

Although his cultivation has not reached the level of elixir formation, it is not a bad thing."

Thinking in his mind, Xie Duanyang never slowed down his movements.

No matter how you feel about the big man named Fu, at least on the surface, he has done enough etiquette.

He cupped his hands at him, reached out and grabbed the two flying knives into his palms, and Xie Duanyang's body swept back at the same time, creating a suitable distance for fighting.

Fu Yang comes from one of the three major Yuanwu families, so he doesn't need help from others like Xie Duanyang.

After applying a "rejuvenation technique" to himself and swallowing a bright red elixir, Fu Yang's breath also grew stronger.

Although it has not yet returned to the peak of the thirteenth floor, it is still no lower than the twelfth floor.

But immediately, Fu Yang took the initiative to lower his breath to the same level as Xie Duanyang.

This time it was a competition between two magic weapons. If he used his powerful magic power to overwhelm others, he would be admitting defeat.

But when Fu Yang put on the half-year-old lion-headed pocket, the black gold armor, and the crimson cloak one by one.

Auras of light appeared on the three magical instruments one after another, connecting to one place, showing a golden luster, covering other parts of the body that were not covered by the magical instruments.

Immediately, there was an immovable momentum.

With Yi Jia on his body, Fu Yang immediately calmed down and raised his hands at the same time.

Immediately, two fireballs the size of washbasins were born at the same time, drawing two arcs and attacking Xie Duanyang from the left and right.

As for himself, he stomped on the ground with all his strength, and used the force of the shock to kill him with electricity.

If other monks at the ninth level of Qi training were to face Du Yang's series of attacks, they would inevitably be in a hurry.

It's just that although his movements are quick, his body skills are stiff and lack of variety. It's obvious that he has not practiced Qing Gong's body skills.

Xie Duanyang just shook his body, and six or seven figures separated, avoiding the fireballs and the big man like a ghost.

The left hand continued to hold the flying knife, and the other one flew out of his hand, slashing diagonally towards Fu Yang.

The clanging sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

A trace of flame burst out from the flying knife, which offset the luster on the opponent's body.

The spirit armor dimmed slightly, but returned to normal in an instant. The big man paused and was about to raise his hand to grab the flying knife.

The flying knife took advantage of the situation and flicked back.

Xie Duanyang pursed his lips lightly. Three spiritual materials were used in refining the "Black Gold Lingbao Armor".

But it is different from Tan Qingyu's bead blessing three different defensive spells. It combines the power of the three pieces into one place to protect the whole body.

Every time you attack a point, the spirit armor will be distributed to the whole body to bear evenly.

Unless you use the best magic weapons or talismans, during the foundation building period, almost no one can break it, and the opponent does have crazy methods.

However, Xie Duanyang just tried his best to test the quality of this spirit armor.

Now that it has been tried out, it is naturally time to take action.

Another flying knife came out, a different scene from the previous one.

The two knives were mixed with Baichao Stone and the red cloud copper that Xie Duanyang had previously used.

Why is red cloud copper so easy to say? The veins are born near the earth's fire magma, and naturally contain a flaming aura. This type of ore is the most produced in the Shenbing Sect.

Both Fu Xie and Fu Xie have the power of fire, and the spider silk used in the Lingbao Armor is also of the same type. The flying knives cannot exert much power at all and cancel each other out.

Baitide stone is a stone located at the port of a river. It is formed after hundreds of years of tidal waves and is naturally filled with water vapor.

As soon as this flying knife flew out, there was a slight chill, and little bits of fine ice crystals appeared in the air near the trajectory.

When Fu Yang was approaching, the light on the flying knife suddenly lit up, and six or seven ice picks appeared in response, sitting in a row, one after another, hitting the middle of Fu Yang's chest.

"A mere ice cone technique actually wants to break through my spiritual armor!"

Fu Yang was full of vigilance, preparing for Xie Duanyang's shocking killing move, but unexpectedly, he just waited for these ice picks.

At the same time, I was embarrassed and annoyed, but I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that Xie Duanyang's skills stopped here.

The effect of the ice pick was far better than that of the flying knife before, but it still failed to achieve any breakthrough. It only left a few bits of frost and then returned without success.

Then, the first flying knife flew out again, bringing with it a few fire bombs that landed at the location where the ice pick previously struck.

In this way, in front of nearly 10,000 disciples of the Divine Weapon Sect, as well as dozens of Danjie senior officials, the two started a boring battle.

Fu Yang's movement is cumbersome and he can't catch up with Xie Duanyang.

Xie Duanyang's ice cones and fire bombs were also unable to break through the protection of the spirit armor.

It has become a tug-of-war for deep spiritual power.

Many foundation-building monks have shown signs of impatience, but the pill-forming monks have not shown any signs of it.

The ones who feel the deepest feeling are actually those fighting monks who have just gone through the arena competition and fought several times in a row before finally grabbing a disciple spot.

They are good at fighting and fighting, and they can naturally feel the huge role Xie Duanyang's body skills can play in the Qi training period.

Moreover, during the fight, Xie Duanyang was able to ensure that the ice picks and fire bombs would always land in the same place, which showed that the rhythm of this fight was completely under his control.

If it weren't for the Wujin Lingbao Armor's defense being so powerful, Fu Yang would have been defeated long ago.

Just when most people thought that this battle would end with who would run out of spiritual power first.

Changes finally occurred.

An extremely subtle crisp sound sounded, mixed in the fighting and almost no one noticed it.

But once the sound started, it was almost impossible to stop, and it sounded nineteen times in a row, continuously.

A small crack appeared on the nail plate in the center of Fu Yang's chest, and then it quickly grew in size and spread vertically and horizontally.

"Pa!"

Pieces of black gold flew everywhere, and six pieces of armor shattered under Xie Duanyang's constant fire and ice attacks, revealing a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl in the middle.

The dark red light suddenly gathered, trying to fill it completely.

But it's too late.

Xie Duanyang let out a clear whistle, and the two swords of ice and fire flew out at the same time for the first time, rotating in the air, and bursting out with energy far more powerful than before.

He waved and put the flying knife in his palm, Xie Duanyang stood with his hands down.

Opposite Fu Yang, there wasn't even a single scratch on his body, but the black gold armor on his chest and back was completely gone.

It was split into hundreds of armor pieces by Xie Duanyang and scattered around the square.

The outcome has been decided.