Chapter 293 The third round and the end (please subscribe, please collect)
As the only female cultivator in the Foundation Establishment period in the Sun family, the reason why Sun Shengmei has been able to reach this point and easily defeat the enemy with quite fierce means in the battle mainly relies on her own accumulation and a lot of experience. The deputy exchanged his life for his injuries and was in the desperate Saburo state.
Of course, the strength accumulated over the years also shows great effectiveness. Under normal circumstances, monks with the same level of cultivation are no match for these old cultivators who are constantly using various weird methods.
Among small and medium-sized families like the Sun family, only these old cultivators with cunning methods have the strength and possibility to fight across the ranks.
After the second round of the Hundred Race Trial Conference ended, the four monks who were qualified to participate in the next round of battle simply encouraged each other and then each went into the inner cave to adjust their breath.
According to the rules passed down from hundreds of tribes trial conferences for thousands of years, no matter how fierce the competition was in the last round of battle, all monks only have one night to adjust their breathing.
After all, the original purpose of holding this conference was also to select some high-quality monk seedlings, so the potential for continuous battles is naturally indispensable.
One night passed in a blink of an eye, and it was naturally not enough for a group of monks who had already gone through two rounds of tests.
Even with the full support of his family and the help of some rare elixirs on the market that could restore mana in his dantian and heal his wounds, Sun Mingsheng's face was still pale without a trace of blood.
Sun Shengyuan, who suffered heavy losses in the second round of fighting, was even less than what he was when he was in his prime. There was no hope of victory in this round of fighting.
"The four of us entered the third round of the battle. It was already a combination of the family's strength and luck. This round of battle is mainly about self-preservation. If we are defeated, we must give up decisively." Lest they be arrogant, before the battle began, Sun Shengyuan He took the trouble to warn him around him.
After two rounds of elimination, the number of remaining monks at three different stages of cultivation is less than a hundred. If everything goes well, one day will be enough.
Judging from the current situation, the remaining monks only need three to five days to finish, and the results of the family rankings within the entire Song Kingdom will also be presented.
In the late stage of foundation building, there were less than thirty monks left, and the battle would be over in two rounds. Sun Shengyuan also took the stage to participate in the battle in the first batch.
"It's really unlucky for me to meet fellow Taoist Taoist Jing. If others are still capable of fighting, I can only admit defeat when facing fellow Taoist Taoist." After seeing his opponent clearly, the wry smile on Sun Shengyuan's face was even better.
"You're welcome, Fellow Daoist Sun."
Jingdao friend Jing Shubin, a monk on the ninth level of foundation building, is only one step away from condensing the golden elixir. His experience is quite legendary, and he has the qualifications to practice the Five Spiritual Roots.
According to common sense, his whole life will probably be spent in the early and middle stages of Qi refining, but this Jing Shubin just doesn't believe in the existence of fate.
Since the third level of Qi Refining, he has been wandering around the entire Song Dynasty cultivation world, looking for various opportunities everywhere, and narrowly escaped death many times. Occasionally, he broke into the cave of a senior under the attack of monsters, and received a mantle and inheritance. In addition to a large number of In addition to the spiritual objects that assist in promoting cultivation, a copy of the "Five Elements Qi Gathering Art" that is compatible with the Five Spiritual Roots monks has also become his bag.
It was by this chance coincidence that Jing Shubin's cultivation level began to improve rapidly, breaking through the bottleneck and advancing to foundation building in just twenty years.
From then on, his pace of continuous exploration not only did not stop, but began to go beyond the scope of the Song Dynasty. There was no news for a hundred years, and he reappeared as a genuine ninth-level foundation-building monk.
Because all five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth are present, its combat power is even better than that of monks of the same level. The Great Five Elements Cishan is even more famous as a trump card. It has defeated several direct monks from the four major sects head-on.
Therefore, after encountering this opponent, not to mention that he had suffered a lot of trauma, even in his heyday, he still had no power to fight back.
In the arena where the monks competed in the middle stage of foundation building, Sun Shengmei also encountered a powerful opponent. A kind-faced, fair-haired and fairy-like Lao Shu held an extremely weird Zen staff and waved it to create wind. Contains considerable power.
Moreover, this veteran commander also had a lot of combat experience, and he had a clear prediction of every attack by Sun Shengmei.
Perhaps this old boss with a rather unremarkable face also comes from a similar family, and he attaches great importance to rankings, and every point cannot be given up easily.
This also determines that no matter who wins or loses in this battle between two long-standing female cultivators, it will be a battle that cannot be easily decided.
"I'm lucky enough to win one and a half moves, Taoist friend Sun, I accept." In another battle, under the suppression of a strong fifth-level foundation-building monk, Sun Mingsheng looked at the man who was only an inch away from his neck. Spirit Sword can only accept defeat as the result.
"Kang Daoyou has a profound cultivation, and I am convinced of my defeat." No matter what he thought in his heart, this time Sun Mingsheng could only swallow the bitter pill of failure. Perhaps the only thing to be thankful for was that he failed too quickly and was not injured.
In the battle between the monks in the early stages of foundation building, Sun Mingzeng's opponent was a monk who rarely used a long bow for long-range attacks.
This monk should practice an extremely rare inherited technique. In addition to his extremely flexible body shape and long bow for long-distance attacks, there are five second-level low-grade palm-sized monkeys around him. .
The spirit monkey itself is not good at frontal attacks, and its combat effectiveness is extremely pitiful. However, the flow of spiritual power driven by each change in body shape has a certain blessing effect on the monk himself.
This made the strange monk's figure appear even more mysterious and elusive, which also caused Sun Mingsheng's every attack to be in vain.
It was the first time for Sun Mingzeng to see this kind of palm-sized monkey, so he was not too clear about its details for a while.
However, as a purely auxiliary spirit beast, with its own limited potential, its auxiliary role for its master is destined to be quite limited.
The longbow spiritual weapon with long-range attack effect is of course elusive and can ensure the monk's own safety to the greatest extent, but its natural limitations also exist.
Longbow spiritual weapons are rare in number, but once they adapt to their offensive methods and strength, their deterrence will be greatly reduced, and more of them will have the effect of three axes at the beginning.
"Fellow Taoist's methods are nothing more than this." Sun Mingzeng had a lot of combat experience, but after three or five rounds of back and forth, he had already figured out the key.
The Dingshui flag formed a layer of aqua-blue defensive light on the body, and the gourd of flying knives above the head trembled strangely, breaking the previous state and showing four flying blades.
"Go" only saw one finger from his hands