Chapter 290 Defeat and Victory (Please subscribe, please collect)
After a short distance, Gao Congyang's face became even more ugly. After all, after a series of confident methods, not only did he not achieve any results, but he fell into a rather embarrassing state. This was for a self-esteemed person. It is obviously difficult for a very high monk to accept this.
Sooner or later, all this competition on the ring did not last too long. This series of collisions consumed the mana of the two fourth-level foundation-building monks, and it was also an inconvenience for them. Little pressure.
After all, for the winner, this is not the last round of battle, it is just the beginning. There will be a series of battles that need to be faced head-on. This so-called Trial Conference of Hundred Tribes is not only a test of the explosive power of the monks, but also a test of the explosive power of the monks. A test of endurance.
If you barely win due to excessive consumption or heavy losses in a battle, the impact on subsequent battles will also be extremely obvious, and it can basically declare the official end of the Hundred Tribes Trial Conference.
Sun Mingsheng had already suffered a lot in the first round of the battle, but in the end he barely won the battle based on the opponent's emphasis on and fear of the physical body.
If the family had not prepared in advance and carried out a targeted recovery with high-quality elixirs that had dual effects of healing wounds and restoring spiritual power, this round of fighting would not have been able to persist to this point.
Therefore, after this period of relative confrontation and exhaustion, Sun Mingsheng's face also looked livid, and there was a constant feeling of emptiness in his dantian, and he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.
The Gao family, which alone occupies Zhending County and Zhending Lingshan, may be better than the Sun family in terms of strength, but the family has a big business and consumes a lot of various resources and spiritual items.
The Hundred Clans Trial Conference involves a stable supply of financial resources for the family's spiritual stones for the next hundred years. Every time you advance a ranking, you will have a lot of profits. Naturally, you cannot give up and waste it in vain.
"Gah, gah, gah, Sun Daoyou's powerful methods, every move and every move of this seems to be inherently restrained." Dwarf monk Gao Congyang laughed angrily, looking even crazier.
However, all these monks who are different from ordinary people due to other changes due to various means during the development process always have their own insecurities, and their tempers are usually moody and unpredictable.
In response to this so-called verbal threat, Sun Mingsheng did not have any substantive response except for his livid face. The burning ax turned into a fiery red light, twisting, moving and flickering in the air.
Whenever a transfer is completed, a huge ax shadow will appear on the spot, and a new round of attacks will be launched towards the dwarf monk from all directions. Then a more intense battle will break out between the two, and from then on. Judging from the current situation, it is obviously impossible to determine the outcome in a short period of time.
In this battle between Sun Mingsheng and the dwarf monk, because they will encounter talented people, their respective strengths are basically on the same level, forming a relative confrontation.
In another battle that was unique to the early stage of foundation building, monk Sun Mingzeng, who was also from the Sun family, firmly gained the upper hand with an absolute advantage.
"After all, Fellow Daoist Bai's cultivation level is only at the second level of foundation building. How about reaching that point?" Sun Mingzeng looked at the old acquaintance from the Bai family opposite him who was also the lover of his younger brother Mingsheng. While gaining the upper hand with each move, he must also Control the strength of your strike.
"Although I'm just a little girl, I'm also a real monk. If you want to win, fellow Daoist Sun, you'd better use your methods quickly. It's best to defeat the little girl in an honest and fair manner. Why bother to look sympathetic here?" Among them, Bai Qingling is quite generous.
Facing Sun Mingzeng's persuasion, not only did he not retreat at all, but he waved a second-order low-grade spiritual sword and the long sleeves in his hand even more gracefully.
"Forget it, today I have fulfilled my Taoist friend's wish. If I am accidentally injured, I will make amends after the battle." Sun Mingzeng's face also changed after hearing this, and naturally he would not delay any longer.
The huge flying knife gourd couldn't help but spin in the air, and the three flying knives engraved with a large number of patterns turned into a stream of light and hit Bai Qingling.
With the support of sufficient mana, the Dingshui Flag also changed from its previous state of focusing on defense in previous battles. Instead, it was constantly waving in the air.
Whenever a swing is completed, a large amount of water-attribute spiritual power of different shapes will condense, cutting out like an arrow from the string.
This so-called cutting is not an attack in the normal sense. Each spiritual weapon of different shapes condensed with mana seems to be cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
The angles between each spiritual weapon seem to be the same, but there are some slight differences. Perhaps only a piece of flesh and blood about the size of a palm can withstand the cutting of ten weapons condensed with water attribute spiritual power.
As the direct bloodline of the ancestor of the Bai family, Bai Qingling is slightly inferior in terms of cultivation. However, with the assistance of various spiritual weapons with endless magical power to make up for it, her combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated.
Especially a small, lamp-shaped defensive weapon that is only half the size of a palm. A small but extremely bright heart of fire, which continuously shoots out layers of light shields.
Under the constant impact of spiritual weapons condensed from various water-attribute spiritual powers, except for the bursts of light, he looked completely unmoved.
Only the three flying knives ejected from the flying knife gourd can cause some damage. Every time a round of attack is completed, the fire will flicker on and off due to the large consumption of mana.
Judging from Sun Mingzeng's fighting and acumen, he had already accurately discovered the pattern in just two back and forths.
After decisively using a Zhang Ling Talisman to repel all Bai Qingling's attacks, a black round iron lump carrying infinite power from top to bottom fell viciously on his head.
"Crack" was heard as a crisp sound was heard, and the light, which had been burning continuously and had a rather simple overall shape, was finally completely extinguished.
"Fellow Daoist Bai agreed." The huge black iron ball stopped at a position about Bai Qingling's feet.
"Fellow Daoist Sun is very powerful. This little girl is willing to lose in this battle. She is willing to be defeated." Bai Qingling simply admitted defeat and jumped out of the ring.
Sun Mingzeng successfully won the second battle and once again accumulated one point for his family.
At this time, the second round of fighting among other monks in the family has also ended. Only Sun Mingsheng is still in a confrontation. However, after a series of fierce battles, Sun Mingsheng has also gained the upper hand. As long as he develops steadily, There were no obvious changes, and it was not too difficult to win the final victory.
"Fellow Taoist, you want to defeat me so easily? Isn't it too whimsical?"