Chapter 119 Buddha's Magic Fight

After Gao Wuyi and Meng Wuji step down, Tianjian Zhenren shouted to the stage again: "Please draw the contestants of 'C. three' to compete on the stage."

As soon as the voice fell, a Buddha's name was heard under the stage: "Amitabha, the poor monk is coming."

I saw a figure rising under the stage. It turned out to be a bald monk. He stepped on a three-foot-square nine-petal lotus flower under his feet. He was wearing a yellow monk's robe and shoes. There were nine fragrant scars on his bald head. He closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows. His palms were closed. His palms were solemn. He slowly fell on the high platform. The nine-petal lotus flowers under his feet flew out and slowly became smaller. Falling into his hand, he raised one palm and bowed slightly to the heavenly blade: "Amitabha, the poor monk Xifanzong has no salute!"

On the other side of the platform, there was a figure jumping up. Feng Xiaotian looked at the costume on his body, but he was very familiar with it. It was the disciple of his old relative, the Blood Spirit Religion. The man's head was high and his expression was arrogant. With a bloody sword in his hand, he held a fist at the heavenly blade: "I'm the blood spirit brother. Ziji Tianchen came to participate in the competition and saw the real person of Tianjian!"

Feng Xiaotian obviously saw a trace of disgust in his eyes when he saw the Tianjian Zhenren. He thought to himself that this blood spirit religion seemed to be really not well-known?

"About the rules of the game--" Tianjian Zhenren was about to repeat the explanation just now, but Ji Tianchen turned his head and said loudly, "Senior Tianjian doesn't need to say more. These are known in the lower class, and the senior will announce the start of the game! Let's see how I beat the bald donkey off the stage!" The way he spoke was very arrogant. The speech is also quite arrogant.

Tianjian Zhenren was slightly angry, but it was not easy to attack with the younger generation, so as not to leave a handle for people, but he ignored the plan of Tianchen and turned to Wu angrily, "Do you know the rules of the game?"

Wu An's single palm stood up and bowed and said, "Amitabha, the poor monk has just been instructed under the stage, and he already knows it!"

Tianjian Zhenren nodded with satisfaction and raised his voice, "Since the rules of both of you are known, I won't say more. I hope you two can abide by it. The boundary of the guard platform has been opened, and you can do your best. In the second round of the C, the Western Brahman Sect is not angry about the blood spirit. The game starts now!"

Ji Tianchen had been ready to go for a long time. As soon as he heard that the game began, he didn't say a word of greeting. He immediately waved his sword, and a blood-red true qi shot like a crescent moon in the air.

Wu'ang seemed to have been prepared for a long time. He was not in a hurry. He waved the nine-petal lotus flower in his hand and spit out a little. A white light rose from the heart of the lotus flower, forming a dazzling light wall in front of Wu Ao. The crescent-like red true air hit the light wall, but there was no sound, like a stone sinking into the sea and disappeared without a shadow. No trace.

"Good baby!" Feng Xiaotian praised in a low voice.

When Qian Xiaosheng heard the words, he immediately lay in Feng Xiaotian's ear and said, "The boss doesn't know yet, does he? The nine-petal lotus flower in Wu's hand is the Bairuo lotus platform, the treasure of the West Fanzong Town School. It is said that not only the defense function is unique, but also the Buddhist disciples who sit on it and practice can get twice the result with half the effort. It is a rare top-quality spiritual weapon!"

Feng Xiaotian knew that the lotus flower must be extraordinary from this Prajna lotus platform, but he did not expect that it was also a top-quality spiritual weapon, so he was secretly alert in his heart. This anger may be his strong enemy on his way to promotion!

After taking Ji Tianchen's move, he smiled, raised one palm, and the only one bowed: "Amitabha, the benefactor, the poor monk is polite!"

"You bald donkey is also very talkative. If you want to fight, you can fight. If you don't fight, you can get off the stage. Don't give me chirling here!" Ji Tianchen looked impatient and said sly. Not to mention the real Tianjian beside him, even many people under the stage frowned.

The anger was very cultivated and was not annoyed. He still smiled and said slowly, "Good, good, benefactor, please give me advice!"

Seeing Wu's behavior like this, Tianjian Zhenren's eyes flashed with appreciation, and many people under the stage cheered him. In addition to Feng Xiaotian's admiration, the vigilance in his eyes was even stronger. He secretly said in his heart that Ji Tianchen was so rude that he could bear it. This Wu Ao is really not a simple role!

The Ji Tianchen roared, and the long sword in his hand danced wildly. The blood-colored real gas rushed to Wu's anger like a tide, and the momentum was amazing.

If there is no anger, it is still not urgent or slow. It just picks up the like lotus platform, hides its body behind the white light wall, and let the other party do it. The blood-colored true air hits the wall of light one after another, but it turns into ripples and disperses. The light wall is only slightly shaking, and it can't hurt without any anger.

After a cup of tea kung fu, Ji Tianchen also realized that he was doing useless work. If it went on like this, he took back the flying sword and pinched his hands into strange formulas. He danced desperately in the air as if he was crazy. The momentum on Tianchen's body rose sharply, and there were bursts of bloody ripples around Ji Tianchen as the center. It spread until the edge of the high platform encountered the boundary before it stopped.

"Blood spirit big ~ method?" Feng Xiaotian exclaimed at first sight. This scene was too familiar. When Feng Xiaotian was fighting with a real person in Yunzhou City, the capital of Zhao, he almost suffered a big loss in this move. Later, he accidentally broke into the Ghost Valley Mountain and met Tang Geng, the deputy head of the Blood Spirit Church of the Blood Spirit Religion, who was almost killed by this move. ( For details, see Chapters 29 and 40 of this book)

It's just that Tianchen's application is more powerful than the former. The blood color is stronger, as if it has condensed into substance. The light wall formed by the lotus platform can't resist and shrink back. There is no arrogance, so I have to retreat with the retreat of the light wall, and it is about to retreat to the edge of the high platform. The heavenly blade standing on the edge of the stage was shining with sword light all over his body, and his face was relaxed. The bloody ripples were difficult to get close to the first half of his body.

Ji Tianchen was overjoyed when he saw that there was no agging retreat, and he was overjoyed. While casting a spell, he said with a ferocious smile, "Hey hey, no bald donkey, now you know how powerful I am?"

Wu'ang put away his smile, with a solemn face. The monk's robe agitated, and his mana surged out all over his body. It was injected into the Prajna lotus platform in his hand. The white light was bright in front of him, and the light wall was also thickened a lot. For the time being, he confronted with the bloody ripples.

Ji Tianchen laughed wildly when he saw this: "Haha! Vulture donkey, you won't last long! I advise you to admit defeat as soon as possible! Otherwise, my blood spirit will suck you dry!"

The anger was not afraid. He raised his voice and said, "Amitabha, the benefactor, you practice this blood spirit. The law is really against the harmony of heaven. The poor monk advises you to take it back quickly, otherwise the poor monk will not be polite!"

"Haha! You bald donkey, how dare you blow the snail when you die. I'd like to see how you're rude?" Ji Tianchen was not willing to believe it. He laughed loudly, but his men did not relax. The blood ripples were like one by one, and they all rushed towards Wu's anguish.

No af, but there was no panic. He opened his mouth, and a strange note was sent out. Suddenly, there was a smell of sandalwood in the air, which made people smell intoxicated. Then all kinds of golden symbols gradually fell from the air, with the shape of lotus petals and the shape of "squicus", scattered down one after another, with thick blood. The color ripples are particularly obvious. The golden symbol falls in the blood color. Where the golden symbol falls, the blood ripples are absorbed by the golden symbol one after another.

Seeing such a strange scene, even the blade real person was surprised that day. Feng Xiaotian was stunned and muttered, "What kind of skill is this? How can it be so mysterious?"

Qian Xiaosheng pulled Feng Xiaotian's sleeve and whispered, "This is one of the great tragic magic spells of the Western Brahman Sect. It is said that it is very powerful, especially against the magic skills, and it has the effect of defeating the enemy. Today, at first sight, the rumor is true!"

"Ah? How did you, you bald donkey, learn the curse of great compassion? As soon as Ji Tianchen saw the golden symbol flashed, his blood ripples were getting lighter and lighter. He couldn't help but be shocked and hissed.

"Amitabha, good, good! My Buddha is merciful, and I turn back to the shore. If the benefactor admits defeat, the poor monk will not force him. Seeing that the bloody ripples were no longer a threat to the light wall in front of him, he stopped the spell of great sorrow and spoke slowly.

"You bald donkey thinks beautifully. It's not that easy for me to admit defeat!" Ji Tianchen was not willing to admit defeat like this. He suddenly bit his tongue, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the bloody ripples. The formula in his hand changed crazily. The bloody ripples continued to rush to Wu with a more turbulent force. In order to win, Ji Tianchen had already lost his own mana and was ready to break the kettle and sink the boat and die.

Seeing this, I didn't dare to neglect it. The Prajna lotus platform in my hand suddenly soared. In an instant, it was ten feet in size and wrapped it in. Although the bloody ripples were fierce, they could not attack at all. The defensive power of this Prajna lotus platform could not be underestimated!

With a fragrant kung fu, Ji Tianchen couldn't stand it first. His face was like gold paper, his body was shaking, and he almost fell down.

"Huh! Bald donkey, you have a good turtle shell, I'll admit it today!" That Ji Tianchen was also happy. Seeing that there was no turning point in the matter, there was no doubt that he would lose if he continued to fight, so he immediately took back the bloody ripples and simply admitted defeat.

When he hid in the Prajna lotus platform, he also separated the lotus petals and slowly walked out. He just saw that his face was pale and there was no trace of blood. Presumably the fight just now also greatly damaged his mana.

Seeing this, Tianjian Zhenren raised his voice and shouted, "As a result of the third game of Channel C, Xifanzong was not aated to win the blood spirit to teach Tianchen, and Wu was not to be promoted to the top 50."

"Humph!" Ji Tianchen snorted coldly and didn't say hello. He jumped off the stage and pushed the crowd away in the laughter of the people.

"Amitabha Buddha, the poor monk retreats!" Wu Xing saluted the heavenly blade real man with one palm, bowed to the bottom of the stage, waved his hand, and took back the Prajna lotus platform, and then jumped off the stage and floated away. The demeanor of the two can be seen immediately!