The Fierce Taoist of Online Games

On the martial arts stage, Sun Youwei became more and more strenuous. He had already used the newly acquired Lingbao Giant Spirit Axe. However, the Great Sword Sect as a challenge sect did not lack such weapons. On the surface, Lingbao and Lingbao are evenly matched, but Sun Youwei just got the giant spirit axe, and it is far from handy to use. On the other hand, the giant sword on the mountain is full of sword shadows and dazzling.

If it were an ordinary competition, most of Sun Youwei would have been willing to give up and directly surrendered. However, this battle was related to the future and destiny of Tian Yuanzong. He would rather die than admit defeat. The five members of Tianyuanzong held the heart of death.

"Da Fool Sun! Don't think too much! Your mission is only one: kill him!" Zhou Xing saw that he had to lose if he continued like this. He didn't care whether he would distract Sun Youwei or not, using Tianyuan's secret technique of voice transmission. Said to him.

Sun Youwei was startled, and suddenly realized that he was really thinking too much. Others think too much, think less about the enemy, move slowly, and respond to it is not the best. Even if it is only a cent away, bits and pieces of small losses accumulate, and sooner or later they will suffer big losses.

It can be said that Zhou Xing awakened him with a single sentence, and Sun Youwei's spirit was immediately lifted. He hurriedly distanced himself, and at the same time, he was thinking about analyzing the current situation of the enemy and the enemy. Came out of his mind.

"This silly Sun, I have to remind me to wake up. It's really useless. Master should be allowed to follow and scold him." Zhou Xing saw that Sun Youwei's state had changed a lot, and his mood had improved greatly. Of course, this time, he did not dare to let Sun Youwei hear.

The battle continued. The cards on both sides came out endlessly, and both were injured. Sun Youwei looked miserable, but he did not hurt the vital parts. On the other hand, there were only two injuries in the mountains, one in the heart and one in the other. Lower abdomen.

At the beginning, Gao Shan was fierce and fierce. He had the upper hand, but he also consumed a lot of aura. He wished to fight quickly, but he did not expect to fight the opponent for a long time. His momentum has been declining. But Sun Youwei was not the case. Because the burden was too heavy, he was restrained from the beginning, attacking less and defending more, but saved his strength. Now that he turned from defense to offense, Gaoshan was somewhat unable to resist.

Zhou Xing stomped his feet with excitement, and kept shouting: "Slap him on the head! Hit him in the face!..."

Facheng patted him quietly to make him pay attention to his image. Zhou Xing nodded repeatedly and immediately sat down, but after a while, he forgot and shouted again: "Slap him in the face! Step on his feet! Poke him in the eyes!..."

This battle lasted three sticks of incense. In the end, Sun Youwei vomited blood from Gao Shan at a heavy price and died on the martial arts stage. Sun Youwei's white robe had long been stained red with blood, and at this time it was already shaky, looking bleak.

If it was placed in the past, he would have to kill the opponent to win, and now there is no need for this.

Han Jingyu had no expression on his face and said loudly: "The first game, Tian Yuan Zong wins!"

When Sun Youwei heard the announcement of victory, he felt relieved and almost fell on stage. Zhou Xing immediately jumped down and helped him to a resting place next to him.

The second competition will be held after a stick of incense, and there is still plenty of time. He will treat Sun Youwei here for internal and external injuries, stop bleeding and relieve pain, just like a medical expert.

"Junior Brother Zhou, I didn't think you would still refining medicine." Sun Youwei praised Zhou Xing's ability to dispense medicine according to the injury scene, use a pot to refining medicine, and his skill, pale.

"They are all low-level medicines for emergency, which are not enough. Also, just call me Zhou Xing. You can't be how old I am, and ask my junior to take advantage of me!" Zhou Xing said in a bad mood.

"A big day, a big hour is also big! Okay...Zhou Xing, thank you for waking me up in time, otherwise... I want to come now, I'm really scared, in case..."

Zhou Xing helped him run his vitality and blood, and said, "Fool Sun, as long as you try your best, no one will blame you even if you lose, just like if I lose, you don't blame me."

Sun Youwei couldn't laugh or cry, and hurriedly said: "Please don't give me a nickname. Also, don't lose. Neither you nor I can lose. Tianyuan can't afford to lose."

"I know! So much nonsense!" Zhou Xing struck his wounds several times, and the pain caused Sun Youwei's tears to come out.

Zhou Xing felt almost done, and when Sun Youwei changed into a new suit, he returned to the high platform with him.

Facheng patted Sun Youwei on the shoulder and praised: "Youwei, you won the first match for my Tianyuan, well done!"

Sun Youwei blushed, clasped his fist and said, "Fortunately, it's not a shame!"

Soon, the time for a stick of incense came. Han Jingyu was a vigorous and resolute person. He didn't want to waste time talking about those clichés. He directly drew lots and immediately announced: "The second showdown, Dongxuan!"

Hearing this, Zhou Binli stood up and bowed to Hong Hai and Facheng each. His body disappeared in a flash, and when he reappeared, he was already on the martial arts stage. He was already handsome, and his gestures and gestures were full of wind and chic. At this moment, he held a white folding fan and gently fanned it. The freehand feeling made him look at the young female disciples on the high platform, like a hungry wolf. To the little white sheep.

At the other end of the high platform, there was also a young man who got up and saluted Shangguan Wuji. His figure disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, he was already opposite Zhou Binli.

Zhou Binli smiled and clasped his fists, and asked: "May I ask this fairy friend Gao's name? I will be Binli next week."

The young man raised his chin and said with a stern face: "My name is Zhang Kuohai, you should have heard of it, because the peak cultivator of the Dongxuan realm who died under my hand can't count with both hands.

Zhou Binli shook his head and smiled: "I'm sorry, I really haven't heard of it."

"Okay! Okay! Okay!" Zhang Kuohai gritted his teeth and said three okay, his expression sullen.

Han Jingyu said: "The higher the level, the longer it will take to compete. I hope you will stop when you decide the winner. If it exceeds half an hour, the competition will automatically end. I will judge the winner based on your performance in the battle."

Zhang Kuohai said with a smile: "It doesn't take that long, I will solve him at most three sticks of incense."

Zhou Binli shook his head and said: "Three sticks of incense is still too long, half sticks of incense, half sticks of incense will solve you."

"The kid speaks wildly!" Zhang Kuohai was furious, his momentum rose sharply, and his cultivation instantly rose to the peak of the cave profound realm.

Zhou Binli smiled and shook the folding fan in his hand, looking calm and personable, and his momentum began to rise, a little slower than Zhang Kuohai.

Zhou Binli’s calmness made Zhang Kuohai a little confused. He was a little wary and didn’t rush to do it. But when he found that his opponent’s cultivation base was slower than him, he smiled and felt confident that he had to act first. , But immediately before launching the attack, he immediately dispelled this idea, because Zhou Binli's cultivation base continued to climb after reaching the peak of this realm.