Taoist students

Chapter 54 Strong Enemy
"Smelly Taoist priest, who bet with you on a lifelong event!"

Hearing this, Mo Qianli was furious.

"Forget it, anyway, you can't do anything to me. I told you before that you don't cherish the opportunity."

Dongfang Mo shook his head.

"Shameless You!"

Mo Qianli's face turned ashen.

"Hmph! You are glib, I don't know if you can still be so sharp-tongued under Zhao's fist."

At this moment, Zhao Wou-ki, who was wearing a blue robe, let out a cold snort, and at the same time his figure flickered. In an instant, Dongfang Mo felt a blur in front of his eyes, and a blue figure suddenly appeared in front of him. At the same time, he saw Zhao Wou-ki's right hand forming a fist. No fancy punches.

Dongfang Mo narrowed his eyes, turned his fingers, and in an instant a thorn as thick as an arm went towards Zhao Wuji's fist.

"puff!"

Seeing that the thorn was crushed instantly, without even hindering it, it attacked Dongfang Mo's face again.

Dongfang Mo was startled, but he didn't panic. He pulled back suddenly, and his body slid back automatically without wind.

The wind was blowing from the soles of Zao Wou-ki's feet, and he was close to him. The fist followed him like a shadow, and Dongfang Mo could even feel the fierce wind on it.

But the next moment, Zhao Wou-ki felt a sudden pause under his feet.Looking down, it turned out that a few thin bamboos turned into dexterous vines, entangled his ankles, and his body leaned forward suddenly due to inertia.

Dongfang Mo would not let go of such a good opportunity, and with a flick of the whisk in his hand, he drew it straight towards his face.

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered, and at this moment he raised his arm, crossed his arms and put them on the front door, and at the same time his arm instantly swelled up a circle, showing a shining bronze color.

"Snapped!"

Whisk twisted into a strand, and instantly slammed onto his arm, while Zhao Wuji's soles were restrained. At this time, his body was subjected to a huge force, and with his soles as the center of the circle, his body fell straight backwards, right on his back. The moment he landed on the ground, he withdrew his hands and slapped the ground suddenly.

With a sound of "Boom!", he took advantage of his strength.

At the same time, his feet trembled, breaking the vine instantly, and his body spun and flew out in the air, twisted in mid-air, and stood firmly in the distance.

Dongfang Mo was startled. He heard Nangong Yurou say that Zhao Wuji practiced some kind of ancient body training method, and his body was invulnerable. At first, he scoffed at this, but when I saw him today, I didn't expect him to really dare to use the body hard-blocking method. The power of the weapon.

One must know that Fuchen used to be a real high-level magic weapon, even though its power is no longer as good as before, it is hard to imagine that someone can shake it with physical body, so I can't help feeling a little bit afraid of Zhao Wou-ki.

"Zhao's body has been refined into steel, and it's just a mid-level magic weapon, but it can't do anything to me!"

Zhao Wou-ki stood in the distance, lowered his hands slightly, and his arms returned to normal. It seemed that the brief confrontation just now did not cause any injuries to him.

"yes!"

Dongfang Mo narrowed his eyes, and let go at this moment, dozens of wooden thorns roared out.

Zhao Wou-ki curled his lips, this person threw his fists again and again, and the wooden spikes collapsed in an instant, but the next moment, Dongfang Mo had already appeared three feet away from him, and at the same time, with a wave of the whisk in his hand, the whisk filaments instantly elongated and twisted into strands In the shape of a twist, it wraps around its arms.

The corners of Zhao Wou-ki's mouth raised, and he let the whisk wrap around his arm, the power of the pure body shook slightly, and the whisk shivered instantly.

Compared with Dongfang Mo, he seemed to have expected it long ago, and did not show the slightest surprise.Mana was injected into his hand suddenly, and the blown silk that was shaken apart exploded in all directions, flying all over the sky.

In an instant, Zhao Wuji saw a vast expanse of whiteness in front of his eyes, at the same time, the thousands of filaments made a sound of "swish swish" breaking through the air, and the ends of the flicks turned into slender steel needles, piercing his whole body suddenly.

Zhao Wou-ki didn't dare to push him too hard, the tiger's body trembled.

"Buzz!"

A layer of faint transparent qi enveloped him.

"Crack...crack...crack!"

There was a sound like rain hitting the fence, and thousands of brushes failed to pierce the seemingly weak Gang Qi.

Dongfang Mo's expression froze, and he flicked his wrist without even thinking about it.Fusi turned around immediately, and wound up towards Zhao Wuji instead, wrapping him into a round white cocoon in the blink of an eye.

The next moment, Dongfang Mo yelled violently, turned his arms, and the dust whisk turned into a long whip, swung the white cocoon that wrapped Zhao Wuji up, crossed a semicircle, and smashed hard on a bluestone .

"Oh!"

The bluestone was like a layer of fragile eggshell, which was easily smashed, but the white cocoon was not damaged at all.

A flash of surprise flashed in Dongfang Mo's eyes, and the next moment it was replaced by a fierce wave, and he swung the whisk in his hand again.

The sound of "Boom...boom...boom" continued.

Zhao Wou-ki was smashed to the ground again and again, and at the same time, the surrounding hard iron bamboo forest fell down in pieces.That scene presented a one-sided posture, so crazy.

Until nearly a hundred swipes, even the strong mana in Dongfang Mo's body couldn't help being overwhelmed.

So with a twist of the wrist, and at the same time loosen the flick, Zao Wou-ki's figure was ruthlessly thrown out, breaking a few waist-thick iron bamboos again, and setting off the bamboo leaves all over the sky.

Mo Qianli on the side was already stunned by this scene, and her mouth grew wide open. She never thought that this little Taoist priest would be so fierce.

But at this moment, Dongfang Mo was staring intently at the bamboo leaves flying all over the sky.

Waiting for the bamboo leaves to dissipate, a slightly thin figure gradually emerged, it was Zhao Wuji.But at this time, his face was pale, he was out of breath, and his blue shirt was damaged in many places, so he was in a panic.

"It's a weird magic weapon!"

The next moment, the corners of Zhao Wou-ki's eyes twitched, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes as he looked at Fuchen in Dongfang Mo's hand.

"Sure enough, it's copper skin and iron bones!"

Dongfang Mo looked at Zao Wou-ki's unscathed appearance with only a little disordered breath, and was extremely shocked.

"A mere fourth-order cultivation base forced me to use weapons. You are proud enough."

I saw Zhao Wuji pulled back with his right hand, and immediately took off a long weapon wrapped in black cloth, and at the same time took off the black cloth.

Only then did Dongfang Mo see clearly that this weapon was actually a black lacquered iron rod.

The iron rod was one zhang long, as thick as a wrist.

Zao Wou-ki threw the black cloth casually, and at the same time held the iron rod in his hand, caressing the shiny black body of the rod, his eyes seemed to be looking at the most precious thing.

But the next moment, the look in his eyes suddenly turned sharp, and at the same time he kicked, the iron rod instantly changed from vertical to horizontal, Zhao Wuji held the black rod tightly like a sword with one hand, and stabbed at Dongfang Mo's face unexpectedly.

Dongfang Mo had been on guard for a long time. At this moment, his figure flickered, and he appeared beside Zhao Wuji. At the same time, the whisk in his hand circled around a few iron bamboos, and stabbed him in the back from a tricky angle.

Zao Wou-ki stopped the long stick in his hand, as if he was fixed in mid-air, at the same time his palm slid across the stick, his body continued to move forward, the next moment he grasped the other end of the iron stick, and without looking back, he stirred it with his backhand, only to see the iron stick After a while of messing around, it turned into hazy stick shadows, and flicked away the whiskers behind him.

And the whisk was instantly scattered by the iron rod, and flew all over the sky again, entangled with it.

How can such tricks make Zhao Wuji suffer.

He stretched out his hand and pulled it, and he held the iron rod in both hands. At the same time, he turned his right hand, and he waved it into dense stick shadows.

The sound of "ding ding" became one piece.

The spurting whisks were shaken away one after another, making it difficult to get close to him.

And Zhao Wuji took this opportunity to get close to Dongfang Mo, and in the blink of an eye, he was already one zhang away from him. With a sweep of his long stick, he smashed towards Dongfang Mo's chest.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, at the very moment, he was about to run away in a flash.

But in the next moment, he discovered that his aura seemed to be locked, making it difficult to hide.

So when he gritted his teeth, a thick layer of rattan armor could be aroused on his chest.

"Snapped!"

The vine armor was instantly torn apart by the iron rod, and at the same time his figure flew upside down, breaking a few hard iron bamboos before falling to the ground.

"puff!"

At this time, he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

That stick was so powerful that it directly hit his internal organs and received a certain amount of damage.

But at this moment, Zhao Wou-ki shouted loudly, and didn't intend to stop.I saw him rising into the air, holding the long stick in his hand high above his head, and slammed down on Dongfang Mo again.

Dongfang Mo's face turned pale with shock. If this stick hits the ground, he might just turn into a pile of scum.

At this time, he wanted to escape, but was once again locked by a force of energy, but when he bit the tip of his tongue, the mana in his body surged suddenly, and he finally broke free from the locked breath, and his body disappeared in an instant, falling three feet away.

"Pong!"

There was a sound of explosion, and the place where Dongfang Mo was located was unexpectedly cut by the iron rod into a ravine nearly ten feet deep.

Seeing that the blow missed, Zhao Wuji frowned, the iron rod did not stop at all, and swept out in an instant, smashing a row of iron bamboos as if to destroy them, and then swept towards Dongfang Mo again.

Dongfang Mo took a deep breath, and followed the sound of Tiezhu falling, and his movements were not slow either. He saw a trick in his hand, and a few thorns flew out, trying to hinder the opponent for a moment.

A layer of stellar energy suddenly appeared on Zhao Wuji's body, even though the thorns hit the stellar energy and made a sound of shattering, it was difficult to pierce the stellar energy.

Dongfang Moshen took this opportunity to retreat a few feet, how dare he let him get close.

At the same time, he flicked the whisk and put it on his back, took a deep breath suddenly, pinched the fingers of both hands, and said quickly in his mouth.

Accompanied by his movements, Zao Wou-ki felt a strong wood aura swaying all over his body. Looking at the surrounding bamboo forests, there was no wind and the roots swayed automatically. The sharp bamboo leaves instantly stood up and turned into extremely sharp blades. , hundreds of them.

Seeing this, Zhao Wou-ki finally showed surprise in his eyes.

But following a strange syllable from Dongfang Mo's mouth.

"Duh!"

Hundreds of sharp leaf blades shot towards it in unison, densely packed like countless sharp arrows, covering their heads and turning them into a black mass.

Zhao Wuji was frightened, the iron rod moved back and forth between his left and right hands, and scattered the bamboo leaves flying in all directions, but because there were too many bamboo leaves, many of them still pierced on the stellar energy, which was still there at first. I can persist, but after a few breaths of effort, I start to tremble slightly.

Finally, with a sound of "Bo!", it shattered.

At this point, thousands of leaf blades stabbed towards Zhao Wuji, looking at this posture, it seemed that they wanted to trap him into a hornet's nest.

"Puff puff!"

The black leaf blade instantly drowned him.

After a few breaths, the bamboo leaves piled up to a height of ten feet.

"boom!"

In the next breath, the pile of bamboo leaves exploded suddenly, and a figure fell into Dongfang Mo's sight again.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji was out of breath, there were faint bloodstains all over his body, counting them, there were hundreds of them.

If he hadn't practiced the ancient body training technique, his body was several times stronger than ordinary people, and his own stellar energy had resisted most of it before, I am afraid that he would have to crush the teleportation talisman, even at this time, he still has lingering fears.

……

And above the main hall, the elders who were watching the second round of competition opened their eyes even wider, especially Elder Zhong, whose eyes were full of surprise.

"This kid only has a fourth-level cultivation base and can use such a method, not bad." The man who was about [-] years old looked at Dongfang Mo and said.

"However, this boy with a stick in his hand is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If I expected it to be correct, he should have practiced some kind of powerful physical training technique, and his level is not low." Pentecostal old man also said slowly.

"I just don't know which of these two will be better"

At this time, another fat old man looked at Elder Zhong and couldn't help but speak.

"In my opinion, it should be the boy with the long stick. After all, his realm is a whole level higher. It can be seen that the boy with the whisk is about to run out of skills." The five-year-old said.

"I don't think so." Elder Zhong didn't care.

"Both of them are good, and they definitely have the strength to challenge beyond the next level. The boy with the stick killed the sixth-level spirit beast Lightning Mink without much effort, and this fourth-level boy is even better. He was able to kill him. Forced like this, even if you are invincible, you can be proud."

While everyone was discussing, it took a long time for Elder Juechen to come back to his senses. The next moment, Gujing Wubo finally showed a long-lost smile on his face.

……

But at this moment, Dongfang Mo was already horrified. He didn't expect Zhao Wuji to be so difficult to deal with. Most of the mana in his body had already been drained. Zhao Wuji couldn't do anything about his nearly perfect wood stabbing technique.

"Miss Nangong, you still haven't come!"

At this moment, my heart is about to curse again.

Just when he was surprised, Zao Wou-ki tore off the blue robe on his body, only wearing a black gown, revealing his thin body.

"You are able to use the number of wooden thorns to such an extent. I am afraid that you are close to the realm of Dacheng. I really underestimate you. The technique of wood escape at the realm of Xiaocheng, the art of wood thorns and the armor of vines that are close to Dacheng, really let me People look at you with admiration. But today you are still hard to escape from Zhao's hands."

Zhao Wou-ki's body trembled, and the muscles in his arms that were not prominent suddenly tensed up, like tightened steel cables. With a shake of the long stick in his hand, there was a sound of an explosion of anger.

With a flash of his figure, he actually turned into three afterimages, attacking from three sides.

The sticks in the hands of the three afterimages waved at the same time, turning into dozens of sticks, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, and smashed at Dongfang Mo, who was currently empty of magic power.

Dongfang Mo was shocked, he didn't expect that Zhao Wuji's melee technique was so unimaginable, even the black-clothed youth was probably not as good.

At this time, he pulled back and retreated. From his extraordinary eyesight, the three figures were all fake, but soldiers never tire of deceit. Since it was difficult to distinguish the real from the fake, he dodged one by one.

But in the next instant, Dongfang Mo's retreat suddenly stopped, and he suddenly felt a strong wind blowing from his back. Turning around, he saw that it was the fourth Zhao Wuji.

At this time, the long stick in Zhao Wuji's hand had already been drawn towards his chest, the distance between the long stick and his chest was less than a foot.

Dongfang Mo turned pale with shock, reached out to touch the storage bag, and was about to use the high-level magic weapon, the tortoise shell, snatched from the short-lived ghost youth at the bottom of the box.

"puff!"

Dongfang Mo hadn't moved yet, the next moment, Zhao Wuji's long stick pierced a soft silk scarf.

(End of this chapter)