Chapter 210 This arena will be ruled by me
"Hahaha... Then forgive Hu for being presumptuous!"
A monk who looked like a big man in the late stage of the Golden Elixir took the lead and stood under the stage. The crowd stood on top of a ring before.
Under his leadership, the atmosphere suddenly became lively.
The entire ten arenas are now full of people.
Although the number of people is full, it does not mean that these quotas already belong to them. They still need to go through some necessary competitions, so that people can be convinced and convinced.
It looks like there are ten arenas, but in fact, only these four arenas have cultivators fighting on them.
Such arenas are actually very small for the Jindans.
Many people are completely unable to do this.
For some immortal cultivators, such an arena would actually be a hindrance. After all, the space above the arena cannot be too large, but fighting is different from a life-and-death fight.
But some people are at home in such an arena.
It can be said that he is a king in the arena! !
Yes, this person is Gu.
From now on, this arena... will be ruled by him! !
Gu Changsheng waved his big hand, and three spiritual swords formed a "small heavy sword formation". The finished glyph stopped between the eyebrows of a female cultivator in front of him. The tip of the sword As long as he moves forward half an inch, he can easily take his life.
The female cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Elixir in front of him suddenly came back to her senses after being stunned for a moment, her eyes widened like apricots, and a trace of fear appeared on her face.
First he touched his forehead with one hand, then he cupped his hand towards him and said in a clear voice:
"I lost!"
< br>She admitted defeat very simply.
And Gu Changsheng also took back his three spiritual swords.
This arena is now guarded by him!
And now he still has half an hour to restore the spiritual energy in his body. No one can challenge him again within half an hour.
Taking this female cultivator in the middle stage of the golden elixir, Gu Changsheng actually did not waste much spiritual energy at all. Half an hour was far enough.
He sat cross-legged in the center of his own arena.
Before recovering the lost spiritual energy in the body, I took a look at the situation in other arenas. Well... the middle stage of the Golden Core was still on these arenas. Now, he was the only one left in the entire ten arenas.
And those in other arenas are now at least late-stage Jindan monks.
No one has challenged the Jindan Perfectionists in the six arenas. They watched the fighting in the other arenas with great interest. From the looks of it, it was as if they were not the defenders.
Both are defenders, but the gap is really big!
Gu Changsheng also saw that many people below were looking at him in the arena, looking eager to try.
A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
Closed his eyes.
I really think he is a soft persimmon.
If you challenge other people, even if they are in the arena guarded by Jindan Dzogchen, you may still win, but if you challenge him in this arena, you will definitely lose, and there is no chance of winning at all. !
I can only say that it depends on who is the lucky person who wants to challenge him.
Half an hour later.
Gu Changsheng finally opened his eyes again. And a man who looked like a scholar also flew to the top of the ring he was guarding and stood in front of him.
Gu Changsheng glanced at him, he was a late-stage Golden Elixir!
He shook his head with a very calm expression.
The lucky guy has appeared.
I hope there will be fewer such lucky people after this lucky person.
And this must be resolved quickly! !
The two distanced themselves, stood on one side of the arena, looked at each other, and saluted each other.
Gu Changsheng wore the broad sleeves of his Taoist robe and waved his big hand, and three, three, and three more, a total of nine third-level magic weapons and spiritual swords appeared neatly in front of him.
“Huh?!”
The scholar Jin Dan, who had just sent out the two magic weapons he had, looked at the person in front of him and opened his mouth slightly in surprise. Nine magic weapons, and it was a fucking formation!
Is this still a person? !
Didn’t there only be three handles in the last game? ! !
However, no matter what he thought, a heavy sword formation had already appeared on this small arena. For a moment, the entire arena could be seen, with the sound of swords chanting and the sound of the spiritual sword flowing in the distance. vertically and horizontally.
So this arena will be ruled by him! !
In such a small arena, no one can escape the attack range of the Zhuxian Sword Formation, and everyone can only catch his sword forcefully.
And how many swords can these people take? !
For a time, all the eyes on Xianlai Island turned towards him, including the eyes of a Nascent Soul.
"Hiss... Master Fuyun is really a sharp swordsman. He actually has such a method. It's really impressive!"
"It's not a swordsmanship, it's a sword formation. , and it is also a sword formation with nine third-level magic weapons and spiritual swords, so it is certainly very powerful!”
Some people among the people below the ring started discussing.
Under everyone's discussion, the shortcomings of Gu Changsheng's sword formation were also clearly guessed by everyone.
As long as the spiritual energy in his body is insufficient, such a sword formation is not a concern at all. Of course, any method will be like this if the spiritual energy is insufficient. However, this sword formation consumes a lot of spiritual energy.
Suddenly, while the spiritual swords on the ring were still cutting and crisscrossing, a spiritual curtain suddenly covered the entire ring.
“Huh?!”
Gu Changsheng only felt that his spiritual swords were cutting into the endless cotton and air, as if something was hindering his progress. In the end, these spiritual swords were blocked on the spiritual curtain.
And this spiritual curtain only shook slightly.
“Stop it.”
A ethereal and slightly lazy voice suddenly sounded.
And this voice... is none other than the Nascent Soul Lord of Piaomiao Lake, Fairy Suming.
"Is this the strength of Nascent Soul?!" Gu Changsheng recalled the sword formation to his side, and his heart was now greatly shocked.
This was the first time he experienced the strength shown by a Nascent Soul, which was equivalent to the first level of the Immortal Killing Sword Formation of the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir. It was actually so powerless in front of the Nascent Soul! !
Hiss, Nascent Soul... it's really terrifying.
Even if he sends out all the spiritual swords in his hand, he may not be able to block a few attacks in front of Yuanying.
After all the spiritual curtains on the arena have dispersed.
Only those below could clearly see the current situation on the stage.
The scholar who stood on his knees in front of Gu Changsheng no longer looked as high-spirited as when he entered the ring. His crown of hair had become messy, and there was still a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.
(End of this chapter)