Mortal Bones

"Three Corpses Cave, Nangong asked!"

On the Bronze Sparrow Tower, Nangong Wen bowed from a distance and looked at Xu Taiping with a smile.

Although the dimple on the right side of his cheek makes his handsome face look softer, it still cannot conceal the arrogance in his eyes.

"Nice to meet you."

Xu Taiping's expression remained calm.

At this time, the Black Prison Boy spoke again:

"According to convention, once the five bells ring, the competition will begin."

He immediately added:

"Before this, you are not allowed to use your magic power. Those who violate this will be judged as losers."

They both nodded.

"boom!"

"clang!……"

Almost at the same time as the boy's figure disappeared, the sound of a bell rang above his head.

Xu Taiping and Nangong Wen both looked stern.

Then Nangong Wen was seen slowly retreating.

Obviously, he was distancing himself from Xu Taiping at this time.

Xu Taiping did not move, Jing just stood there motionless.

"clang!……"

After the third bell sound, Nangong Wen had already retreated to the edge of the arena.

It has to be said that at this distance, even if Xu Taiping could get close using the Wind and Thunder Step, the amount of magic power consumed would be enormous.

In this way, the next time you attack, you will have less mana available.

After all, even at the current level, the magic power that can be mobilized in one breath is still limited.

"clang!……"

Just as Xu Taiping was thinking secretly, the four bell sounds rang out.

For a moment, the eyes of both Xu Taiping and Nangong Wen became fierce.

"clang!……"

When he reappeared, he was already thirty feet in front of Nangong Wen.

"boom!……"

The next moment, accompanied by an ear-blasting sound of gas explosion, the aura fluctuations around Xu Taiping suddenly surged.

At the same time, a fist shadow that combined the power of wind, thunder and lightning flame, along with his fist that had already been swung out, heavily smashed towards Nangong Wen.

"bass!……"

Just as Xu Taiping was about to swing his fist, there was a sudden sound of a sword ringing, and Nangong Wen actually drew his sword out of its sheath in an instant.

And the knife carried an extremely cold aura and force.

"boom!……"

In just a moment, the sword force collided heavily with Xu Taiping's fist.

Also colliding were Xu Taiping's huge fist shadow and Nangong Wen's long sword shadow.

"Bang!--"

Amid the deafening collision sound, Xu Taiping's fist shadow and Nangong Wen's knife shadow shattered almost at the same time.

The two were also affected by the recoil force when the sword and fist were broken.

They all took a few steps back.

But before Xu Taiping could stand still, Nangong Wen raised his left hand, which had already prepared the spell, and shouted angrily:

"Fuyao Iron Rain!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a whirlwind with a diameter of a hundred feet rose up with a "boom" with Xu Taiping as the center.

In an instant, Xu Taiping's swirling gale was completely trapped in it.

“Zheng!”

At the same time, accompanied by a sharp sword sound, dozens of flying sword phantoms formed by pure wind element appeared in the swirling thick gale.

These virtual images of flying swords directly transformed into a sword formation, and began to rain down swords continuously, flying towards Xu Taiping in the center.

“Bang, bang, bang!…”

Although the rain of swords did not cause much damage to Xu Taiping's body, which was now at the Great Saint level, the combination of the sword rain and the strong wind made Xu Taiping feel as if he was trapped in a quagmire, and it was very difficult for him to move.

Even if he used the Wind and Thunder Step, he could only move and dodge.

Upon seeing this, Hanjian Tianjun in the audience immediately said with a stern expression:

"This should be the Nine Transformations of the Blue Sky from the Three Corpse Cave, right?"

The Great Sage Tianshu nodded and said:

"That's right."

He took a deep breath and continued with a serious look:

"If nothing unexpected happens, Nangong Wen should have already mastered the art of controlling the wind to the highest level."

"Otherwise, it would be impossible to perform it so quickly and freely."

Hanjian Tianjun nodded gently:

"It's really getting hot."

As they were talking, they heard a loud "bang" and then they saw Xu Taiping on the Bronze Sparrow Tower transformed into a real dragon over 300 feet tall and then punched out.

"boom!!!……"

In an instant, six huge fist shadows, with Xu Taiping as the center, suddenly slammed heavily in all directions.

"Bang!--"

In the end, under the astonished gazes of the monks watching the battle, the Wind Prison Sword Formation that Nangong Wen transformed into with the Nine Changes of Qingming was actually smashed to pieces by Xu Taiping's punch.

Hanjian Tianjun immediately sighed:

"After your warriors' physiques have broken through the Great Saint Realm, your combat power is indeed somewhat terrifying. No matter what kind of magic or supernatural power you face, you can break it with just one punch, one knife, or one sword."

The Great Sage Tianshu smiled and said:

"It's more interesting to fight like this."

As the two were talking, Xu Taiping, who had shattered the wind prison with one punch, was seen punching Nangong Wen with a billowing heat wave formed by the power of his blood and energy.

"bass!……"

But at this moment, another sharp sound of a knife rang out.

Immediately afterwards, Nangong Wen roared:

"Soul-killing Blade, Hungry Ghost Shura!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a bright knife shadow, which was at least one or two hundred feet long, appeared. The blade was wrapped in a puff of phosphorescent green smoke, and it suddenly slashed towards Xu Taiping.

"Bang!"

Facing Nangong Wen's knife, Xu Taiping took a step forward without any hesitation, and then roared with the breath of a king:

"Ten thousand! Two thousand punches!!!"

In an instant, a huge fist shadow, like a dazzling meteorite, smashed straight towards the knife shadow at the speed of wind and thunder.

"Bang!……"

With a loud bang, the huge knife shadow with phosphorescent green smoke almost cracked immediately.

But just as the knife shadow was about to completely shatter, Nangong Wen's face did not show any fear at all. Instead, he shouted excitedly:

“Shura!!!”