bantayden Chapter 620
Chapter 620
Lin Zirong was also stunned.
Zhou Qing and Gao Dawei didn't even know what to say.
As for the surrounding Longmen disciples, they all gasped, with excitement and excitement in their eyes. It's not that they haven't seen the competition in Zhanlongtai.
But it was the first time that such anger was so strong.
Moreover, this young man has to deal with two monks who are in the third level of refining gods alone.
Definitely very interesting.
Zhao Sen chuckled: "What? Are you scared?"
Hearing the word fear, Li Hao and Lin Zirong's faces showed anger.
"Fart, no matter how talented you are, you have only just broken through. We are both in the third level of refining gods. Why are you afraid of you?"
After Li Hao finished speaking, he jumped directly onto the ring.
Lin Zirong who was beside him snorted coldly, left his name and handprint on the Zhanlong Token, and then also jumped onto the ring.
Seeing this, Zhao Sen also strode up.
"Brother Zhao, be careful!"
There was a lot of worry on Zhou Qing's face.
Li Hao and Lin Zirong are not weak in strength. He has been under the shadow of the two for so many years. No matter how hard he cultivates, he can't catch up with them. There is still a lot of gap in talent.
Although Zhao Sen is now at the third level of refining gods.
But he broke through from the Nascent Soul Realm, and jumped several times in a row.
It's definitely not stable yet.
Compared with Li Hao and Lin Zirong, although they have just made a breakthrough, they have come up from the second level of refining gods, and they are already familiar with the realm of refining gods.
And it's still two-on-one.
The difficulty can be imagined.
"Don't worry, just teach them a lesson!"
Zhao Sen said lightly.
These words made Zhou Qing and Gao Dawei stunned for a moment.
They wanted Zhao Sen to be careful, but Zhao Sen said something like this.
"The personnel are ready. The contestant, Zhao Sen, will face Li Hao and Lin Zirong. The order to fight the dragon has been signed, and the competition can start at any time."
The old man stretched out his palm, and the Battle Dragon Order signed by Zhao Sen and Li Hao flew into his hand lightly, and then he just glanced at it casually.
Put the War Dragon Token in a jade box as a proof.
Even if it is an investigation in the future, there will be a basis.
"Zhao Sen, don't think that because of your good talent, you can be arrogant. Now that we are members of the Tiger Hall, it is not unfair to fight against you, a disciple of the Dragon Hall. Even if you are abolished, Longtang can't say anything either."
Li Hao narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Sen, and said in a cold voice.
"Tiger Hall?"
"Did I give up on Hutang?"
The corner of Zhao Sen's mouth raised slightly.
The taste in it seems to be ironic, but also seems to be disdainful.
"This guy!"
The crowd exclaimed.
They were a little surprised that Tiger Hall, as the most powerful existence among the three branch halls, was underestimated by Zhao Sen.
The faces of Li Hao and Lin Zirong were even more ugly.
What Zhao Sen said was correct. It was indeed the Hutang that Zhao Sen had given up on. Even if Cao Feng personally invited him, he still hadn't agreed.
"Stop talking nonsense, let's start!"
Lin Zirong had already assumed a fighting stance, a light flashed in his hand, and an extra long knife appeared, which was extremely powerful.
There are even more peculiar lines on the blade, which looks very shocking.
Others don't understand, but Zhao Sen can tell that it is a fourth-grade magic circle. In other words, the knife in Lin Zirong's hand is an intermediate magic weapon.
An intermediate magic weapon, even in the entire Southwest Division, can be considered a rare treasure.
I don't know how many strong people can't get one.
But Zhao Sen quickly figured it out, as Lin Zirong was in the realm of refining gods, he naturally knew a good craftsman, and only in this way could he refine such weapons.
"Howling Moon Knife!"
Someone recognized the origin of this long knife.
Li Hao was not to be outdone, a touch of blue flashed out in mid-air, and then a long blue sword appeared in front of him, floating quietly.
There is also a powerful force on this sword body.
"Empty Blue!"
"Another intermediate magic weapon!"
The surrounding discussions sounded again.
At this time, Zhao Sen understood that the Western Province was the weakest in the Southwest Division, but the Southwest Division was also at the end of the major divisions under Longmen.
Among the middle-level magical artifacts in other divisions, even if they are rare, some will appear.
But in the southwest division, Zhao Sen didn't see any of them.
To say that the only one that can reach the level of an intermediate magic weapon is probably the dragon shield in their hands.
Really more popular than dead people.
But fortunately, although the moon blade in Zhao Sen's hand is a low-level magic weapon, but because of the dragon and tiger blue, he added a magic circle on top of the moon blade.
It is also quite a fourth grade.
So as not to be suppressed by their weapons in battle.
"Come on, I will let you know the price of madness today!"
Li Hao swung the sword in his hand, bringing up sword shadows all over the sky, and then the sword shadows returned to one, and the sword went straight to Zhao Sen.
Both the body and the blade in his hand brought a lot of afterimages.
This strength and speed are in the triple realm of refining gods.
Absolutely the best of the best.
Coupled with the middle-grade magic weapon in Li Hao's hands, his own power has been greatly enhanced, and even vaguely surpassed the third level of refining gods by a lot.
"Not bad!"
When Zhao Sen saw this sword, he couldn't help admiring it.
This guy is powerful.
But for Zhao Sen, it is only very strong, and the others have no effect at all.
The moment the sword light was about to arrive, a white light suddenly flashed in Zhao Sen's hand, and it collided with Li Hao's sword, making that crisp metal collision sound.
The two bodies just separated.
The saber energy from Lin Zirong's side has already swept across.
Zhao Sen didn't panic in the slightest. He stepped lightly on the ground with his feet, stepped back more than ten meters, and punched out at the same time.
boom!
Lin Zirong only felt a powerful force flowing along the blade of his sword and pouring into his arm, his whole arm became numb.
The body also took a few steps back at the same time.
There was a lot of horror on his face.
"Why is this power so strong?"
"It doesn't look like he just broke through the power of the third level of refining the gods."
Lin Zirong's expression became dignified, and so did Li Hao on the side. The sword he had just started was almost thrown away by the shock.
If it wasn't for his strength here, I'm afraid the sword would have been dropped.
At that time, it would be a shame.
"But so!"
Zhao Sen's body fell to the ground lightly, and a gust of wind blew up under the soles of his feet, blowing away all the dust around him without leaving any traces.
"Come again!"
The faces of both of them were not very good-looking, so they were ridiculed by Zhao Sen.
And it's still two-on-one.
All of a sudden, sword light and saber energy continued to move across the ring.