Chapter 253 Wang Daoyuan's First Battle

"Beiyuan Immortal Race ()"

Although the fighting moves are a bit simple, the tongue fight adds a little fun to the fight.

The monk of the Setting Sun Palace scolded: "The tortoise of the Wang family has finally dared to show its head. I will not kill you and avenge the elders of the sect."

Wang Daoxing said with disdain: "When you fight head-on, your seniors of the Setting Sun Palace bullied the young and were killed by my ancestors, so you juniors still have the face to take revenge?

It is said that the Palace of the Setting Sun is mainly for body training, do you focus on cultivating the skin? "

There was a burst of laughter from the Nether Sect's side, and the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace couldn't hang his face.

Every time the two made a move, they scolded each other.

The cultivator of the Sunset Palace has the advantage in inheritance, and Wang Daoxing has the advantage in terms of actual combat experience.

The cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace obviously hadn't experienced life-and-death fights. After being scolded by Wang Daoxing for a few words, he lost his mind and came up with a hard punch.

When dueling with an opponent of comparable strength, it is strange that you only know how to fight with brute force and not be dealt with.

After the two fought fiercely for half an hour, the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace was somewhat weak, and Wang Daoxing gradually gained the upper hand by relying on his rich combat experience.

At this time, the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace can already admit defeat, and if he continues to persist, he will undoubtedly lose.

However, these stunned youths would rather die than surrender.

Neither the elders of the sect nor himself have any intention of admitting defeat.

When the defeat was decided, the monks of the Sunshine Palace used the forbidden technique, burning the real essence and fighting Wang Daoxing to the death.

Wang Daoxing has been in battle for a long time, and naturally knows how to deal with it.

Use unearthed armor talismans and magic talismans to keep a distance from your opponents, and use magic talismans to consume your opponents.

The forbidden technique could not last, and the cultivator of the setting sun palace only persisted for a hundred breaths time, and his true essence was insufficient, and the whole person became very weak.

This person scolded the Wang family the most fiercely, and Wang Daoxing naturally would not let him go.

Although the cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace is an idiot, his strength is comparable to that of Wang Daoxing.

The two fought to the death for more than half an hour. Wang Daoxing consumed more than 30 spiritual talismans. The consumption of spiritual power was very severe, and there were still many injuries on his body. He proposed to rest for an hour.

Wang Daoyuan immediately ran onto the field and handed it Huichundan and a dozen or so golden peaches to let him recover from his injuries and spiritual power.

Before the rest time was over, the referee flew over the duel arena and announced: "For the sake of fairness, the monks participating in the battle are not allowed to use forbidden techniques, and the referee will personally kill them.

In addition, the use of foreign objects is restricted.

No more than twenty spirit talismans can be used in each game, and no more than two corpses, ghosts, and spirit beasts can be used.

Take no more than ten pills of various types, and no more than five kilograms of spirit wine.

This is blatantly targeting the Wang family, but the method is not very clever.

Wang Daoyuan said to his second brother: "If you fall behind, admit defeat, don't take it hard.

The most important thing is to save your life, leave the rest to me. "

Wang Daoxing nodded and did not answer.

At the end of the one-hour break, Wang Daoyuan withdrew from the arena.

The Palace of the Setting Sun learned a lesson and sent a young cultivator with scars on his face.

This man is more than nine feet tall, a circle bigger than Wang Daoxing, and his muscles are bulging.

This person is full of evil spirits, but this evil spirit is not the same thing as Xuan Yinquan's evil spirits, but seems to have accumulated from too many killings.

This spontaneously formed evil spirit will not damage the physical body, but it will easily affect the mind.

Looking at this man's suffocation, his subordinates must have hundreds of lives.

But I'm not sure if it's a human monk or a monster.

His fighting skills are definitely not weak, at least not lower than Wang Daoxing

The cultivator took out the magic weapon. His magic weapon was not a long sword, but a second-order low-grade mountain axe.

Judging from the clothes on his body, he is also an elite disciple of the Setting Sun Palace, and the inheritance of body refinement is definitely stronger than Wang Daoxing.

This person's cultivation base is also slightly higher than Wang Daoxing, and he is only one step away from the fourth floor of the foundation building.

Wang Daoxing has almost no hope of winning, and it is not bad to be able to retreat.

The two began to fight, and the cultivator of the Sunset Palace chopped down with an axe.

Wang Daoxing is a metallic cultivator, he can't practice Yunyan Escape, and he doesn't have any clever way to escape, so he can only take this axe.

However, he is also experienced in many battles, and he will not be foolishly hard-wired.

He held the hilt of the great sword in his right hand, raised it high, and dragged the blade with his left arm.

The giant sword was high on the right and low on the left.

Wang Daoxing took advantage of his strength to dodge to the right, dissolving most of his strength.

The cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace made this attack with great force, but was easily resolved by Wang Daoxing, and his face was a little bit unbearable.

However, for monks who play heavy magic weapons, the fighting style is usually head-to-head, with very few changes, and there is no need to play tricks.

The cultivator of the Setting Sun Palace didn't have any effect, and the second move followed, and the axe swept towards Wang Daoxing.

Wang Daoxing inserted the giant sword in his hand into the crack of the rock on the ground, held the hilt with both hands, and took the blow.

After all, there was a gap in strength, and this axe swept away Wang Daoxing even with his sword.

The giant sword was inserted into the crack in the rock, and the rock was shattered.

Wang Daoxing was hit as far as five feet, and only after he landed did he find that the giant sword in his hand was severely damaged, with cracks already appearing on the sword.

The magic weapon is abolished, and it may be life-threatening to fight again. Wang Daoyuan shouted: "Second brother, quickly admit defeat."

After Wang Daoxing struggled for a while, he called out to admit defeat.

The referee immediately announced the end of the duel, and the participating monks on the side of the Setting Sun Palace cheered, and Wang Daoxing walked out of the arena with a disappointed face.

Wang Daoyuan persuaded: "Second brother, don't take it to heart, after all, the inheritance of the body refining of the Sunset Palace is the strongest among the three major sects, and it is not something that our Wang family can compare.

Your defeat this time is not a crime of war. "

The duel on the field continued, and after two days of fighting, the battle in the early stage of foundation building was finally decided.

There are very few monks from this sect sent by the Nether Sect, and it is difficult for the monks of the affiliated family to compare with the disciples of the Setting Sun Palace.

In the end, the setting sun palace won the victory with the huge advantage of more than ten people left.

It was the turn of the monks in the middle stage of foundation building to duel, and the monks in the middle stage of foundation building from both sides came to the sidelines.

There are still half of the disciples of the sect in the setting sun palace, and there are only six cultivators of the sect on the side of the nether sect.

The referee announced the start of the duel in the middle stage of the foundation building. A monk on the fifth floor of the foundation building immediately jumped up from the Sunset Palace and shouted: "The timid rat of the Wang family, get up."

Wang Daoyuan stepped onto the arena and used his divine sense to swipe at his opponent. This guy is also a body-refining cultivator.

The physical strength is not weak, just like a fledgling chick with no combat experience.

It doesn't take much effort to deal with such Tie Hanhan.

Wang Daoyuan took out the Mo Jinjian and said disdainfully: "In the last few breaths of life, if I didn't leave a few last words, I just said such a nonsense."

As soon as the opponent heard this, he cast a defensive spell, swung the giant sword in his hand, and rushed towards him.

At this time, a small dark cloud in the sky blocked the sun, leaving a small shadow on the duel arena.

The power of Wang Dao's far-reaching consciousness spread out, suppressing the opponent.

Then, his whole person disappeared from the eyes of his opponent.

After a breath, Wang Daoyuan appeared three feet behind his opponent.

The Mojin sword was still dripping blood, the opponent fell to the ground, the defensive spell collapsed, and there was a bloodstain on the neck, which was still oozing blood.

There was an uproar in the setting sun palace, and someone asked the elders what was going on.

A cultivator of the Purple Mansion replied, "This cultivator of the Wang family has cast a first-order spell, Shadow Escape, which can hide in the shadows.

With the spiritual consciousness of the base-building cultivator, he could easily see through it, but his spiritual consciousness was too strong, completely suppressing his opponent. "

This shadow escape was obtained by Wang Daoyuan's anti-killing blood shadow assassin when he practiced Qi at the seventh level.

He didn't take it seriously before, but only used it a few times in the Green Liuzhou Mountain Forest.

Wang Daoyuan shook the long sword in his hand, shaking off the blood stained on the sword, and said indifferently: "The next one."