bantayden Chapter 389 Wang Dezhu's Defeat
Chapter 389 Wang Dezhu's Defeat
Wang Dezhu was immediately angry. He knew that the opponent was strong, but he didn't intend to give up, and if he conceded now, wouldn't it be too shameful to go back.
When he left just now, he said that he would go back victorious.
"It's not time to admit defeat, I don't believe it!"
Wang Dezhu raised the knife again, all the energy in his body exploded, and the tiger came out of the cage, biting at Xu Tianhe.
Xu Tianhe shook his head, cast another strange spell in his palm, and then slapped the tiger.
A gust of wind blew up from the palm of his hand, which made Wang Dezhu's body a little unsteady.
The fierce tiger on the blade was even slapped away with a palm.
Even Wang Dezhu himself was blown away, and his body landed on the edge of the ring.
This is already Wang Dezhu's strongest strength, but it is still so easy to break in front of the opponent.
The energy and aura fluctuations in the whole body vibrated, and the blood in the body was tumbling, unable to stand upright at all, and could only watch helplessly as Xu Tianhe who was not far away kept approaching.
Feeling the aura fluctuation in the opponent's body, Wang Dezhu knew that he had lost.
And it was a crushing defeat.
Putting away the long knife in his hand, he slightly clasped his fists at Xu Tianhe: "I lost."
It would be embarrassing to fight any further.
So it's better to admit defeat directly, so that I can still lose some face.
Xu Tianhe didn't continue to attack Wang Dezhu, but clasped his fists in the same way: "Give way!"
He is a member of Lingxiaoguan, and Lingxiaoguanxiang has always been aloof from the world, and rarely goes out to compete with other sect disciples in normal time.
So there is no question of grievances at all.
When Ling Xiao watched the competition among his disciples, he basically clicked to the end, and there were very few scenes of actively hurting others.
This can be regarded as establishing a good reputation for their Lingxiao Temple.
"Xu Tianhe, a disciple of Lingxiao Temple, won!"
Gu Daozi announced the results of the competition at this time.
Wang Dezhu walked back with his head shrugged, his face very ugly.
This was the first time he faced such a defeat, and he felt a sense of loss all over his body.
"Hallmaster Wang, are you alright?"
After Zheng Xiong and the others saw Wang Dezhu walking down, they quickly asked with concern.
Wang Dezhu shook his head: "It's okay."
Then he looked at Zhao Sen who was not far away with some embarrassment, and then bowed and bowed down: "Sovereign, I lost."
Zhao Sen didn't have any surprises, but nodded calmly.
"It's not a loss for you to lose this competition. At the very least, it's to let you know that there are people outside the sky and people outside the sky. It's not a loss to lose to him, so we must practice hard in the future, and then win this game back."
Wang Dezhu's face was dignified, and then he nodded heavily in agreement.
"Yes, next time I meet him, I will definitely win!"
Zhao Sen breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this Wang Dezhu looks very carefree on the surface and has an eclectic personality, if there is a failure or a major blow to the things he believes, he will be more or less devastated.
And it was precisely this that Zhao Sen was worried about.
It is not a good thing to see that Wang Dezhu can easily walk out of failure.
Sense of shame and then courage.
In the future, Wang Dezhu will definitely not dare to be lazy, and will definitely practice honestly to increase his strength.
Next is the last match, but this match is still Lingzong vs. Lingxiao Temple.
"Chen Yali, disciple of the Spirit Sect, please advise!"
"Lingxiaoguan disciple Beishan, please advise!"
The two walked onto the stage one after another.
Chen Yali was still in the same sports attire, she looked youthful, beautiful and lively, but the power she had once exploded was something that no one dared to underestimate.
All of them stared at this competition closely.
They also wanted to see how Chen Yali would fight against the top three sect disciples in Western Province.
Beishan is a man in his 30s. He looks weak and has a lot of scholarly atmosphere. The weapon in his hand is actually a thick brush.
It looks like a whisk on weekdays, but you can only see the specific appearance when you take it out.
"This is also a magic weapon."
"Third-Rank Formation!"
Wu Yuanbao exclaimed.
A pen has become a magic weapon, and it has also been blessed with a third-grade magic circle. Some people will not believe it when it is said.
But the fact is that it happened before their eyes.
"Even if it's a rank-[-] magic circle, it's useless." Zhao Sen didn't panic at all, but said calmly.
He knows the extent of Chen Yali's strength best. It can be said that among the disciples participating in the competition, none of them can be his opponent.
Let alone a disciple of Ling Xiao Temple.
Even if you pull out a few junior Nascent Soul masters from these auditoriums, you may not be able to guarantee that you will be able to retreat unscathed.
"You go first!"
Chen Yali just stood there calmly, looking at Beishan not far away.
Although Beishan's strength was strong, Chen Yali was not weak, so she didn't take Beishan seriously, unless he still had the real Nascent Soul's power to pass on.
Unfortunately, Beishan did not.
"it is good!"
Beishan knew Chen Yali's strength, and this was not to belittle him, but to really give him a chance, otherwise, once Chen Yali exploded, Beishan might not be able to hold back.
The tip of the pen in the hand turns and floats directly above itself.
Although there was no ink in the tip of the pen, it seemed to have ink. As his body turned, the tip of the pen also followed, writing a big "attack" on the ground.
With the completion of the font, Beishan's entire aura has changed.
Like a sharp sword out of its sheath, it is extremely sharp.
"attack!"
With a low shout, Bei Shan, together with Gong Zi in front of him, went straight to Chen Yali with great momentum.
Seeing this scene, Zhao Sen couldn't help being a little surprised.
This method is especially like his talisman.
Using the pen as a medium, a powerful force bursts out to attack.
But to a certain extent, the power of Beishan still depends on itself, but the power of the talisman comes from the heaven and the earth, and has the power of the great way.
Compared with the power condensed by its own power, it is obviously much stronger.
"So strong!"
Many people burst into exclamation.
Although they didn't end in person, they could still feel the power emanating from Beishan, especially after adding the boost, they might be infinitely close to Nascent Soul.
Chen Yali didn't panic at all, she tapped her toes lightly on the ground, her body danced like a butterfly, and the frost in her hand suddenly shone.
Facing Beishan's figure, he slashed fiercely.
At the same time, strands of hair-thin sword energy rose all around, enveloping Beishan's entire body. This could only be regarded as the simplest move in the Feng Ling Jue.