"Lord of the Castle" The two elders from Mojiabao couldn't help but speak in unison.
Crazy, absolutely crazy, a guy with a lower level of Nascent Soul actually dared to fight one against three.
Could it be that the sword cultivator's pride was so reckless, it seemed a little abnormal, so the two of them asked their castle master for his opinion first.
After all, this matter was no small matter, and Mo Ziming had to nod or give a signal.
"Sign it.
Since he's paying for it, I'll follow his suggestion."
Mo Ziming's eyes turned cold and he strode towards the entrance.
"Hurry up, hurry up, you are dawdling, do you people in Mojiapu have this kind of virtue?"
This true king of the Southern Sword Sect seems to have looked down upon the people in Mojiapu from the beginning, and now he is even more disdainful.
I can barely restrain my bad temper.
The two Nascent Soul Lords of Mojiapu looked at each other.
Although there was fire in their eyes, they remained silent.
They quickly signed their names on the life and death contract, and then quickly followed Mo Ziming.
Gu Han summoned a disciple of the Nanjian Sect for him and brought him to the front row to watch.
After all the procedures were completed, he hurried to the center of the array.
If the four Nascent Soul Lords really fight together, the pressure generated will be extremely great, which will test the endurance of the forbidden array, and there is no room for any negligence.
"Hey, it would be great if something like this happened every day.
This Chu Sect Master is really good at life.
He is worthy of being the leader of a big sect.
He is bold and forthright.
How can he be like that Laozi Mo family fort master who not only eats my Nanjian Sect?
Yeah, you can’t stop talking and spouting everywhere.”
The True Lord of the Nanjian Sect smiled.
But when I think of Mojiapu, I curse again.
Like him.
Naturally, he knew more about Mo Ziming's affairs than ordinary people, and his dissatisfaction with him was much stronger than that of ordinary disciples.
"The show is about to begin."
He also sent out the final battle list immediately, letting the bookmaker determine the odds, and then began to accept bets.
The time given to the banker is at least ten breaths, enough for the monks who have the connection to make a decision.
In the room at the center of the array.
When he received the message from his subordinates, his eyes lit up: the number of monks who bought tickets to watch the show had almost doubled compared to the past, and this number was still increasing rapidly.
"I had forgotten that he was the leader of the Qingling Sect who killed Xia Houcheng.
A powerful figure rarely seen in the world.
Okay, delay the start time for another twenty breaths, and send the message at a higher level.
Let the sect spread the word."
After giving the instruction, he rubbed his hands together: Hey, he is so popular.
The commission this time should be quite powerful.
Thinking of the tea fee given by Chu He, he immediately spat: "Xiong, no matter how high the commission is, it is not as much as the one given by Sect Master Chu.
Alas, the big family is different.
Even the money is so generous."
In a large arena that is more than two feet above the ground and has a radius of about several hundred feet.
It is glowing with black color and runic patterns are constantly appearing and flowing.
Chu He is standing on the east side, while Mo Ziming and others are on the west side.
Stand still facing each other.
Around the ring, there are many formation disks that are glowing with a clear light and gradually turning into action.
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A little further away, there are layers of light and clear magic formation shields that stretch to dozens of feet away.
At least there are There are hundreds of layers, and with this level of protection, even if the Nascent Soul Master is fighting with all his strength, the monks in the audience can still be safe.
In addition to these weakening and protective magic circles, there are also protective magic circles operating depending on the distance and distance in the auditorium.
However, such thorough and thick protection has some impact on vision.
Therefore, high above the arena, there are several huge mirage mirrors that can synchronize the situation on the arena and make up for the lack of sight.
The outer layer is the auditorium.
It doesn't seem to be very grand, and can only accommodate more than a thousand people at most.
This arena should be just one of many on this island.
"Why is it so slow to activate the magic circle?"
Mo Ziming was a little impatient and couldn't help but roared behind him.
Little did he know that the elder of the Nanjian Sect had already delayed the time by twenty breaths in order to earn more ticket revenue.
"Fort Master, the battle is ahead, don't be impatient."
The elder of the Mo family on the left quickly reminded.
"Yeah."
He calmed down after hearing this, and then took a deep breath.
The authorities were blind to the onlookers, and the many embarrassments he encountered one after another, plus the fact that he had been grudged against Qingling Mountain for a long time, made him a little different from the past and could not keep his mind as calm as water.
The mental wavering before the battle may have a slight impact on combat power, but if the enemy is strong enough, they will make a fuss about it, and may amplify this slight difference a hundred or a thousand times and turn it into an advantage.
"Wow."
Like the turbulence of ocean waves, the pure white protective light of the magic circle gradually began to move.
The layers of magic circle were connected, and their power was rapidly increasing.
When layers of magic light covered the entire arena and there was no gap left, the elder of the Nanjian Sect who presided over the magic circle finally gave the starting prompt through the sound transmission magic circle.
"Let me see what you are really capable of.
You are so arrogant and arrogant, like a moth flying into a flame."
Mo Ziming had a gray-black energy surge all over his body, which quickly spread, not only to him, but also to the two Mo family members behind him.
The elder also exudes this gray-black vitality.
In an instant, the black vitality was like an extremely wide black cloth, pulling open at an extremely fast speed, swallowing up all the light and heat.
The cold aura was swirling wildly, and it was blocked by hundreds of layers of magic circles.
The audience in the distance still felt a chill coming over them.
Not only that, the extent of the aura's power caused the first dozen layers of Dharma light to quickly condense onto a thin layer of ice.
Those light black cold air can be seen by everyone's naked eyes: it is in the form of a rolling scroll, not only impacting the surroundings, but every bit of cold air is like this.
"What kind of true method is this?
It has such power?"
Someone couldn't help but exclaimed.
"The Mo family in Qingzhou should be practicing the true method of Mu Qiong.
Unexpectedly, in the cold weather and the dark sky, Mo Ziming has cultivated to such a state."
A knowledgeable monk immediately replied.
"Hey, this vote is worth it.
The opponent of the Mo family is Chu He of the Qingling Sect, who once killed Xia Houcheng.
It should be a dragon-tiger fight.
It's a pity that the mirage is not good because of the isolation of the magic circle.
Recording, otherwise you can make a fortune.”
"With one against three, the opponent is so strong.
I am not optimistic about Sect Master Chu.
Anyway, I voted for the Mo family to win.
I hope they can do their best."
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Twilight Sky True Dharma It is said that if you practice to the extreme, you can even gather the supreme vitality to rush wildly and destroy the true method of the void.
The true energy he exerted, Yinhan Anji, belonged to the dark lineage in terms of the nature of his magical power.
"Cola" Recently, the array on the level of the arena began to make unpleasant noises.
If it hadn't been able to transmit extremely strong pressure to the rest of the array in time, it would have collapsed in an instant.
Mo Ziming and the three of them activated this magic power together, in order to turn the area of several hundred feet into their magic power domain, and then slowly control the Chu River.
As long as you take advantage of the magical realm, you will have the upper hand in attacks.
This has always been an unbreakable truth.
There was nothing wrong with what they did.
The only mistake was that they met a freak like Chu He.
Every benefit method in Chu He's hands can easily block their magical power, making it impossible to complete the coverage.
Even the Hanyan Sword Domain, which has the weakest magical power and is only in the complete realm, can still compete with its opponent.
"Is this the only means for the two rising stars in Qingzhou and unparalleled talents?"
Chu He sneered, pointed his sword in a straight line, and thousands of red and white sword lights shot out, dividing the sword area, determining the energy, and locking the vitality.
Easily blocking out all the darkness created by the Twilight Sky True Law.
A red and white sword domain that was more than a hundred feet wide forced him to push open, and it was still difficult to shake no matter how the black chao surged forward.
"Don't be complacent yet, it's still early."
From the depths of the darkness, Mo Ziming sneered.
"But I don't have that much time to deal with you.
I still have to kill all of you Mojiapu disciples."
Chu He also sneered and sent him back.
Immediately, a strange long box flew out leisurely, and thousands of bloody blades seemed to be waving.
The tentacles that kept coming out quickly formed a river of blood.
As soon as the blood river emerged, it was like an ice and fire python with its teeth and claws.
Wherever it passed, whether it was black cháo or the spreading condensed ice, it was easily broken into pieces and turned into powder and faint vitality.
The combined power of the blood river mixed with two middle-grade magical treasures can even surpass that of a high-grade spiritual treasure, and compete with a top-grade spiritual treasure.
The dark legal domain transformed by the Dusk Qiong True Law really can't stop its progress, it can only slow it down.
"Humph, who is ready to fight a war of attrition with you?"
Chu He noticed the opponent's strange movement and thought to himself.
The sword domain extended forward, and he also pounced forward and punched out.
When he moved, there was a sudden flash of light on his back, which made his escape speed increase a lot in an instant.
In a few seconds, he landed in front of Mo Ziming.
"How could you?"
Mo Ziming's face was full of surprise.
Everyone knows that if you open up the magical realm, you cannot attack the opponent, but masking your own aura can have miraculous effects.
Chuhe could not help but be shocked when he found the location so accurately.
"How could I possibly know that the magic technique practiced by my sect master is not your country thing?"
Chu He punched down, very simply and without any hesitation.
"Ouch" When the fist was first clenched, there was nothing unusual, but halfway through, countless rounds of swirling flames emerged, which were very fierce and hot.
At first glance, Mo Ziming had the illusion that he melted instantly.
What kind of magic formula is this?
It does not use magic weapons, but is driven by fists.
There's no way he should be a Qi practitioner.
How could this happen?
Mo Ziming was shocked and confused, but subconsciously, he also activated his natal magic weapon to withstand this blow
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