Chapter 87: Willow Fire and Nether Art

"Senior Jiang, this junior will definitely do his best."

Zhang Qingyuan looked solemn, nodded slightly, and said in a low voice.

However, there is no definite answer to whether this battle can be won.

There are so many heroes in the world,

He, Zhang Qingyuan, is just one of the many living beings in front of the vast realm of cultivation, and the other party's cultivation level is still a small level higher than his own.

No one knows the outcome of the battle until the actual end of the battle.

Zhang Qingyuan responded in a low voice, but he was still heard by the elders of the Jiang family. This is the powerful spiritual power of a real person in the true yuan realm.

Slightly sighed.

"Hey, fellow daoist Zhang, I'm really sorry for involving you in this matter."

From Jiang Yuan's mouth, the elder of the Jiang family had already heard about Zhang Qingyuan's experience of rising, since the other party was able to successfully defeat the monks in the early stage of the eighth level of Lingyuan in the seventh level of Lingyuan.

That may not be impossible to defeat the monks in the middle stage of Yae in the early stage of Yae.

After all, there is a glimmer of hope in my heart.

It's just that there are not many expectations for this. After all, it hasn't been long since Zhang Qingyuan first entered the Lingyuan Eighth Layer. What's more, Zhu Xiangyu, as the opponent of the Loose Cultivation Alliance and the adopted son of Zhu Tao, the leader of the Loose Cultivation Alliance, probably won't be worse. Where is the difference.

trouble!

Whether it works or not.

This time, it's all about stealing the chicken and losing the rice.

But I don't know if this is considered clever but I was mistaken by cleverness.

"This person's practice is a ghost fire ghost art. It is a kind of side art. The method is biased towards the magic department. The magic that is cast has the effect of shocking the enemy's spiritual consciousness. My friend, be careful. ..."

Information about Zhu Xiangyu reached Zhang Qingyuan's ears.

This undoubtedly made Zhang Qingyuan's expression more serious.

A technique with the effect of shocking the enemy's spiritual consciousness, this characteristic may even be more powerful than the spiritual element characteristic cultivated by Zhang Qingyuan's four-level water element formula!

arena,

Zhu Xiangyu swept his body, and floated into the field like a phantom, looking at Zhang Qingyuan with a faintly gloomy and icy look.

A cold pressure came oncoming.

Zhang Qingyuan took a long breath.

When Zhang Qingyuan came here, he would not have thought that he would fight in the arena, let alone that winning or losing this match would be the key to the Jiang family's final victory.

But it doesn't matter whether it's the Jiang family being tricked, or the Jiang family's own cleverness and being tricked.

Anyway, when it came to Zhang Qingyuan's match, it had already become a decisive round.

There are too many calculations involved, Zhang Qingyuan can't figure it out as an outsider, and he doesn't want to care about it, he just needs to try his best to win this battle.

Whoosh!

With a light tip of both feet, the figure floated up and fell into the field.

The two confront each other quietly.

The spectators in the audience whispered.

"start!"

Without too many words, it fell with the referee's voice on the ring.

Zhu Xiangyu took the lead.

I saw the light black spiritual energy surging on his body, chanting words in his mouth, the fluctuating spiritual energy finally ignited with a bang, and turned into six fist-sized fireballs burning with pale flames and came towards Zhang Qingyuan through the air!

Like a ghost spirit, with a gloomy atmosphere permeating the surrounding space.

"What kind of spell is this?!"

Zhang Qingyuan looked shocked.

The fireballs faintly resembled burning skeletons, exuding terrifying twisted arcs.

Obviously there wasn't much scorching heat, but Zhang Qingyuan felt a biting danger!

Zhang Qingyuan's eyes flickered, and he punched out.

The Lingyuan vibrates the air, rolling up a real air current and sweeping away.

boom! ! !

A strong explosion exploded, and pale flames swept across the field. It seemed that even the air was burnt pale and ashes under the flames.

At this time,

Zhang Qingyuan only felt a loud bang in his head, and his whole mind buzzed like a crashing bell at this moment!

His face turned pale, his body staggered,

Almost fell to the ground!

"not good!"

Zhang Qingyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, he didn't expect that he almost hit himself with a punch just to test the strength of the vibration characteristic of the opponent's spiritual consciousness!

This Ghost Fire Nether Art is actually so terrifying? !

Can't tolerate Zhang Qingyuan thinking too much,

The following five pale fireballs came together with strange and inexplicable power, and the pale flames distorted the air.

Zhang Qingyuan will be drowned in sight!

Just blasting one fireball, he was almost crushed by the shock of the spiritual consciousness. If he was hit by the remaining five fireballs, it would be fine!

"Cloud Mist Walk!"

At the critical moment, Zhang Qingyuan didn't think too much about it, and took the cloud and smoke step, and Dacheng's body and martial arts immediately transformed the whole person into a misty cloud of smoke, which suddenly disappeared in place.

Boom boom boom! ! !

The pale fireball exploded on the spot, and layers of flames swept away.

Under the impact of the air current visible to the naked eye, even the many spectators in the arena below felt dizzy for a while, as if their heads had been hit with a stick.

The monks all around panicked and backed away, looking at the top of the ring in horror.

"It is rumored that Zhu Xiangyu obtained this Ghost Fire and Netherworld Jue during an expedition to the ancient ruins cave. Few high-level monks can compete with it."

"Lingyuan can shake the opponent's consciousness, and this technique is definitely top-grade."

Below the arena, someone spoke out.

Some people's eyes flickered, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

at this time,

Above the ring.

Seeing that the pale will-o'-the-wisp exploded and burned out, and Zhang Qingyuan, who was a few feet behind, was unharmed, it was obvious that the previous shock of spiritual consciousness had recovered.

Zhu Xiangyu frowned slightly.

In fact, these six will-o'-the-wisp balls are a means for him to practice successfully after he was promoted to the middle stage of Yae.

Back then, what he got from the ancient monk's cave was not only a ghost fire ghost art, but also various other ancient techniques and martial arts.

Those six will-o'-the-wisps are the ultimate attack trick that he deliberately refines and condenses based on a powerful technique he left behind.

Cooperating with the ghost fire and ghost art, even a monk with the ninth level of spiritual energy will fall into a big somersault if he is not careful.

However, the kid on the opposite side in the early stage of the eighth level of Lingyuan,

The other party was able to escape from it?

"Is it because the strength of the cultivation is not enough, or is the boy on the opposite side strong?"

A question flashed through his mind.

However, Zhu Xiangyu's movements in his hands did not stop at the slightest, his fingers flicked, and layers of dark spirit yuan surrounded his body like black mist.

As the corners of his mouth moved, flames burst out one after another, turning into black snakes in mid-air and circling toward Zhang Qingyuan.

The pale flame burns the air, like the fire of a skeleton, it is extremely terrifying!

After the previous blow,

How could Zhang Qingyuan dare to confront such a weird method head-on?

Dacheng's cloud and smoke steps flickered, his figure was ethereal and indeterminate, avoiding this heavy flame attack.