Soaring of Galaxia Chapter 278: Zhongling Warrior Ghost Boy
"Xingluo Temple, Zhao Muzhi!"
"This person has heard of it, the first apprentice of the three hall masters of the Xingluo Temple, it is said that the strength is in the younger generation of the Xingluo Temple, and it is very good, the top five absolute candidates!"
"No wonder! The skill is so good, it seems that this battle is worth fighting."
Those who watch the excitement, your words and my words are full of excitement, giving pointers.
Qin Wushuang secretly walked around the two figures on the observation platform, already fighting together. This man with a red headscarf, although he has a peculiar appearance, is really good at his skill, and he is a bit brighter than Zhao Muzhi.
According to Qin Wushuang, this person should also be the top core disciple in the Tianji Sect. Otherwise, it would never be possible to have this kind of ability to compete with Zhao Muzhi.
"Hey, Brother Shi Feilan is not a vegetarian either. You deserve to be one of the top five outstanding figures among the core disciples of the Tianji Sect. How can this Zhao Muzhi stand up to Senior Brother Shi?"
"Well, this time the Eastern Three Kingdoms Exchange Tournament, our Tianji Sect will definitely be ranked first! What big Luo Empire, to our Tianchi Empire to participate in the Exchange Tournament, only the bottom, haha."
These people speak so, there is no doubt that they must belong to the Tianchi Empire. Qin Wushuang is curious now, this ring is here, is it recruiting masters to hunt down Shang Ye? Or is it just a demonstration to the Danyang Empire and the Daluo Empire?
Mingxiu plank road, dark Chen Cang?
While Qin Wushuang was thinking about it, the two people on the stage were fighting harder and harder. Zhao Mu is elegant on the outside, but he is actually quite arrogant and aggressive on the inside. At this time, there was a anger in my heart, and I doubled my life in the fight, and the two judges' pens were flying like a mountain dancing silver snake, and his pen power was stirring all over the sky.
Although Shi Feilan was very good, but seeing Zhao Muzhi's crazy fighting style, he was still a little unexpected, and Zhao Muzhi's momentum was taken over by Zhao Muzhi for the first time, and his momentum was really at a disadvantage.
Huh!
Zhao Muzhi's judge's pen, every time, with a strong secret energy, it can not leave the opponent's key points. Even though Shi Feilan was successful, Zhao Muzhi had the upper hand, and she really had no time to fight back for a while.
Zhao Muzhi uses dual weapons, and his attack frequency is fast. His attacks are basically known for being quick, accurate, and ruthless. Therefore, once Zhao Muzhi had the upper hand, it would be very difficult to win this battle.
Zhao Muzhi has worked hard since the Battle of Bifu Mountain, and his cultivation level has improved a lot more than half a year ago. Therefore, a pair of judge's pens can really be called the dragon **** of pens, and the horses are unbelievable.
One round, like a bullet fired from an automatic rifle, kept calling out.
Shi Feilan retreats, then retreats...there is no retreat, and she has fallen to the edge of the ring. Zhao Muzhi didn't allow him a chance to breathe at all, so he continued to follow up, and the judge generally snatched it up.
Puff!
A surge of spiritual power hit Shi Feilan's shoulder.
"Puff!"
The blood spattered, and Shi Feilan planted backwards. At this moment, a white shadow suddenly shot out from the curtain, caught Shi Feilan's body, and his sleeves flicked randomly.
The strong wind blew out from the sleeves, like an invisible wall of air, producing a huge counterattack force, which swept away Zhao Muzhi vigorously.
Zhao Muzhi was swept away by this huge strong wind, and there was no resistance at all. He directly retreated a dozen steps, his blood tumbling, and he looked at the white shadow in surprise.
The man pushed Shi Feilan behind the curtain and looked at Zhao Muzhi coldly.
Qin Wushuang looked at this man with red lips and white teeth. His face was clearly immature. He was surprisingly short and looked like a baby, but there was a little black stubble on his lips. This nondescript look. Gives a very strange feeling.
"A disciple of Xingluo Temple?" The strange boy said.
"Stop talking nonsense, who are you?" Zhao Muzhi looked at the strange boy.
The strange boy quacked with a weird smile, and suddenly his face sank: "My name is Ghost Boy, have you heard of it?"
"Ghost boy?" Zhao Muzhi's face was cold, "I haven't heard of it."
The ghost boy's expression sank: "I haven't heard of it? I hate ignorant people. Since I haven't heard of it, then you can accept your fate. I don't know the name of the bastard, there is only one end, and that is death! "
The ghost boy gave a weird laugh, and made a pair of hands. A pair of sharp claws appeared on the fingers of both hands. They were sharp and sharp, braving a gloomy light. Looking at this appearance, it was very scary.
"Hmph, pretend to be a ghost!" Zhao Muzhi was also jealous, but on the surface he was fierce and unwilling to lose to the ghost boy in aura.
Just now, this ghost boy swept away his sleeve at random. This cultivation base can be said to be far above his Zhao Muzhi, and it should be in the ranks of the spirit warriors.
However, the younger generation of Tianjizong has only one middle spirit warrior. This is a fact everyone knows. And that middle spirit warrior was not the ghost boy in front of him at all.
"Humph!" Guitong looked cold again, and said, "I hate people saying that I pretend to be a fool, kid, remember, uncle, I am the core disciple of the young generation of Tianji Sect, Guitong! Go to Huangquan Road, don't I remembered the name of the uncle wrong!"
When the voice fell, the ghost boy suddenly twisted his body and went down to the ground out of thin air. This drill didn't even drill a big hole in the ground, but disappeared directly on the stage.
This method made everyone who watched the battle cheer.
But Cui Niu, a casual cultivator from the Daluo Empire, changed his expression: "Brother Zhao Muzhi, retreat quickly, this man can be magical!"
Zhao Muzhi saw the ghost boy suddenly disappeared, and he was also a little surprised. He was a little bit overwhelmed by this type of ground penetration method. In the battle at Bifu Mountain, the gray-robed elder Chen of the Tianji Sect was also good at this kind of ground penetration method, which was very difficult to deal with.
With the power of Qin Wushuang and Wei Yi, the man was killed.
Now, this ghost boy also understands this method deeply. Zhao Muzhi's figure leaped sharply and landed on the big pillar of the high platform, holding the judge's pen in his hands. As long as he saw a trace of earth pulse fluctuations, he would not hesitate to shoot out the judge's pen and nail the ghost boy to death!
"Woohoo!"
Suddenly, big holes are constantly being broken in the ground, and mud and dirt are rushing to the sky.
The judge pen in Zhao Muzhi's hand shot out, attacking two places in a row.
Boom!
The place where the judge's pen is placed is actually empty!
In an instant, Zhao Mu understood that this was Gui Tong's suspicious strategy. About to fly over to retrieve the judge's pen, at this moment, he felt that the big pillar under his feet burst open.
A ghost claw grabbed the senran chill and directly grabbed Zhao Muzhi's legs.
If this grasp is firm, you can cut off Zhao Muzhi's legs directly. Zhao Muzhi is worthy of being a master, with his feet on pads, he has leapt out, his body turned sideways, fell on the stage, took advantage of the situation, and grabbed the two judge's pens in his hands.
At the same time, with a flick of both hands, the Judge's Pen suddenly stretched out from the inside. It is the magical feature of Zhao Muzhi's pair of Judge's Pens. With a click of the machine, he can shoot the pen in the pen and shoot away.
The ghost boy was rushing over, hitting his claws, and grabbing Zhao Muzhi's two judge pens. The corner of the mouth grinned, the strength was already sound, the ghost grabbed the place where it was hard, and with a click, the chain in the bracket of the machine was directly cut off!
"Quack, kid, do you show off this skill too?"
The small body of the ghost boy, like a ball of meat, shot directly over, with cold light from both claws, and grabbed Zhao Muzhi close.
Since Zhao Muzhi's debut, this pair of judges has rarely met opponents. Few people can force him to use this trick. It is really unheard of to not want someone to cut the chain inside at this time.
As soon as the body sinks, he has to fall under the stage. In this battle, even if you admit defeat, you should protect yourself.
It's just that Gui Tong is a bloodthirsty person, and his heart is very abnormal. How can Zhao Muzhi escape? Seeing Zhao Muzhi's body retreat rapidly, his advancing speed accelerated, his claws interlaced, and he struck Zhao Muzhi's throat.
"Ah..." Cui Niu's heart rushed to his throat. If Brother Zhao Muzhi was caught by this claw, he would be finished. Xingluodian will lose a capable master from now on.
Under the consciousness of Zhao Mu, he took part of the judge's pen in his hand to protect his throat.
Ghost boy grinned: "What's the use of dying struggling?"
At this moment, Guitong suddenly felt a fierce attack from his side hitting his forehead.
Huh!
The ghost boy cried out that it was bad. If this grasp is true, Zhao Muzhi will definitely be unable to escape death, but if his ghost boy is hit in the head by this power, he will definitely be seriously injured. The momentum to break through the air is very heavy, with very domineering and fierce spiritual power fluctuations, and it can almost be judged that it is definitely a sneak attack by the spirit fighter.
The ghost boy gave a strange cry, and his body sank suddenly, fell to the ground, and fell to the ground again. Zhao Muzhi took this opportunity to withdraw more than ten feet away, looking at the ghost boy's eyes, full of guard and hatred.
Ghost boy roared and screamed: "Who, who is plotting against this uncle? There is a kind of stand up for me!"
Qin Wushuang smiled and said nothing, but looked at the excitement lightly. He clasped a stone just now and wanted to make a move at a critical moment. And his shot was very concealed. How could this ghost boy concentrate on dealing with Zhao Muzhi? How could he tell that it was Qin Wushuang's shot?
Qin Wushuang is surrounded by mediocre hands, and he can't see Qin Wushuang's details.
Cui Niu walked to Zhao Muzhi's side with lingering fear, and whispered: "Brother Zhao, let's take a step back. This demon is very fierce and definitely not at the core disciple level."
Zhao Muzhi nodded, just about to retreat, the ghost boy grinned and said: "Want to go? Is there such a cheap thing?"
Cui Niu reluctantly said: "Your Excellency~IndoMTL.com~The competition in the arena, even if we have already lost, we should stop there. You Tianji Sect is a big sect at any rate, and setting up a private arena here is even a competition. We should have a degree when we learn from each other?"
Ghost boy cried out strangely: "What kind of contest, that’s what they did, my ghost boy, I only like killing people, but I don’t know what it means to fight. This surname is Zhao, I don’t think he is pleasing to the eye, so I won’t kill him. , I can’t sleep well at night and can’t eat."
This person's style is extremely unreasonable, leaving Cui Niu speechless.
Zhao Muzhi pulled Cui Niu aside, and said in a deep voice: "Ghost boy, the core disciple generation of the Tianji Sect, can you have your name? Could it be that the elder of the Tianji Sect pretended to be the core disciple. He wanted to deceive him. Little, don’t you need to overwrite it?"
Ghost boy said gloomily: "Bullying the younger with the big? I'm only sixteen years old this year, can you be younger than me?"
Sixteen years old?
Hearing this, even Qin Wushuang who was on the side was stunned.
(To be continued)
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