Qiankun Gourd

Chapter 337: Ghost Head vs. Ghost Head

"Entering the third round are Mingshui Peak led by Han Li and Lijin Peak led by Zhu Lang!"

“Senior Brother Ye...!” “Senior Brother Ye...!” “Senior Brother Ye...!”

“I wish you, Brother...!” “I wish you, Brother...!” “I wish you, Brother...!”

Disciples from various peaks came to cheer for the peak they favored.

Zhu Xiu smiled slightly, then waved his sleeves. The seven huge arenas spun around and transformed into seven small discs again, flying back into his hands.

"Now we will have the third round!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Feng, Qian Bowang and Yin Rou appeared in the square in a flash. Ye Feng was in front, and Qian Bowang and Yin Rou were on the left and right sides respectively.

Zhu Lang, accompanied by an ugly man and an enchanting woman, appeared in front of Ye Feng and the others in a flash.

Whoosh whoosh!

Without saying a word, both sides jumped out and started fighting.

At the beginning, neither side showed their true strength, and they all rushed forward with magical weapons in hand.

Ye Feng waved his hand, and the blood-red sword appeared in his hand. His body was as fast as thunder, and he turned into a trail of afterimages and attacked Zhu Lang.

Zhu Lang held a blood-red spear in his hand, and his body turned into a red shadow, rushing towards Ye Feng.

Bang bang bang!

For a moment, the two fought together.

Qian Bowang, holding a bloody long sword, charged at the ugly man opposite him. The ugly man was holding a sledgehammer and was extremely ferocious.

As soon as they met, Qian Bowang was knocked away.

"Dong Chui, I didn't expect your strength to be greater than before!"

Qian Bowang was secretly surprised, but his expression remained calm and he spoke calmly.

"Brother Qian, I'm not going to lose to you this time!"

After Dong Chui finished speaking, he swung the sledgehammer at Qian Bowang. Qian Bowang didn't dare to meet the blow and dodged while taking the opportunity to attack the other party.

Yin Rou held a blood-red sword in her hand and fought against the enchanting woman. The enchanting woman also held a blood-red sword in her hand and rushed towards Yin Rou.

bang bang!

Two graceful figures drew two beautiful arcs in the air, which made the male disciples lick their lips in delight.

"So beautiful!"

"The two beauties from the Seven Peaks compete with each other, a rare sight once in a century!"

The hearts of those old bachelors were even more agitated.

"Han Li, I heard that you have already cultivated the Xuan Yin Sutra to the fourth level! It would be meaningless for us to compete in swordsmanship, how about we compete in the Xuan Yin Sutra?"

"Well! Since Senior Brother Zhu wants to compete in the Xuan Yin Sutra, I, Han, will accompany you!"

Ye Feng flew back in a flash and nodded slightly.

"good very good!"

Zhu Lang smiled slightly, made a hand gesture, and a black vortex emerged in front of him. Then, a huge ghost head flew out of the vortex.

This ghost has two horns on its head, eyes shining with green light, and rows of sharp teeth exposed, looking extremely terrifying.

Woohoo!

As soon as the ghost head flew out, it let out a strange cry.

Hearing this voice, everyone's attention shifted from the two graceful figures to Ye Feng and Zhu Lang.

"The fourth level of the Xuan Yin Sutra? Senior Brother Zhu has also cultivated to the fourth level of the Xuan Yin Sutra!"

Someone shouted in surprise.

"Senior Brother Zhu is the first among my seven peaks' disciples in the foundation-building stage. It's not surprising that he has cultivated to the fourth level of the Xuan Yin Sutra!"

Someone said calmly.

On the high platform of the square.

"Brother Zhu, you hid it well enough!"

When Lao Jindi, the head of Disha Peak, saw this scene, he looked at Zhu Xiu who was standing aside.

"Haha! These are all the results of Zhu Lang's hard work in daily practice. In fact, I didn't know that he had practiced the "Xuan Yin Sutra" to the fourth level!"

Zhu Xiu smiled slightly.

"It seems that this time, Junior Brother Qu is the winner! Haha!"

The head of Xielian Peak, Lao Jinlian, smiled slightly.

"Junior Brother Song, let's see how your great disciple Han responds!"

Hua Jin glanced at Song Daonian.

Song Daonian just smiled and said nothing, waiting to see what happened.

The three Yuanying stage deacons and elders who were not far away had different expressions when they saw this scene.

Zhu Tonghao's face was full of smiles, while Hua Zheng looked at Song Wan coldly. Song Wan's face was calm at this time.

Ye Feng made a hand gesture, and a huge black vortex emerged, and a ghost head with two horns emerged.

Two huge ghost heads were floating in the air, both disliking each other. If their master had not spoken, they would have rushed over and killed each other.

"go with!"

"go with!"

Ye Feng and Zhu Lang shouted in a low voice.

The two huge ghost heads roared and rushed towards each other. Before the two sides got close, black ghost fire spewed out of their mouths.

Whoosh!

Two pillars of ghostly fire roared out and collided with each other in an instant, splashing countless sparks that scattered in all directions.

So everyone's attention was focused here. The competition between Ye Feng and Zhu Lang decided the competition between the two peaks. Although the battles between the other four people were also extremely fierce, they were far less exciting than those between the two.

"Two senior brothers, your cultivation is the same, and your skills are the same. It's hard to tell who's the winner, right?"

Someone was discussing below.

"To determine the winner, we have to see who has stronger magic power! Senior Brother Zhu Lang has long been the chief disciple of the Seven Peaks, and Han Li is just a rookie. He is definitely not a match for Senior Brother Zhu Lang.

Just wait and see! "

"Well said, I guess Senior Brother Zhu Lang will win!"

"I don't know where this Han Li came from. It's a pipe dream to think he can defeat Senior Brother Zhu Lang!"

"Han Li is overestimating his own abilities. They at Mingshui Peak are lucky this time. It's already good enough that they can get here."

“I wish you, Brother...!” “I wish you, Brother...!” “I wish you, Brother...!”

Except for the disciples from Mingshui Peak, the disciples from the other six peaks all cheered for Zhu Lang.

The disciples of Mingshui Peak were sweating in their hands at this time, but they dared not say a word.

Previously, when they heard that Han Li had cultivated the "Xuan Yin Sutra" to the fourth level, they all believed that Han Li would win without a doubt. But when they saw that Zhu Lang had also cultivated to the fourth level, they dared not say a word.

They knew that over the years, Zhu Lang was the strongest disciple among the seven peaks, and it would not be easy for Ye Feng to defeat him.

"Could it be...Could it be...Is Senior Brother Han going to lose?"

"Don't be discouraged. The competition is not over yet. Senior Brother Han may not lose. After all, both of them have practiced the Xuan Yin Sutra to the fourth level."

"But..."

"Everyone cheer up and cheer for Brother Han!"

“Senior Brother Han...!” “Senior Brother Han...!” “Senior Brother Han...!”

Seeing someone cheering for Ye Feng, the disciples of Mingshui Peak also started to cheer for Ye Feng.

How could they know that the "Xuan Yin Sutra" they practiced on a daily basis was an incomplete version of the Xuan Yin Sutra. Even if Ye Feng did not use his real cultivation, he would have no problem defeating Zhu Lang.

Just as the two huge ghost heads were spraying black ghost fire to attack each other, Ye Feng's ghost head suddenly swelled up all over, and the flames spewing from its mouth became several times larger than before, and its power increased several times.

With a bang, the flames of Zhu Lang's ghost head were shattered with one blow!

Zhu Lang Guitou's pupils shrank slightly when he saw this, and the next moment, the black flame was in front of him and swallowed him up directly.

Ouch...!

Zhu Langguitou let out a scream and disappeared in an instant!

Zhu Lang also spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Impossible, we are both practicing the fourth level of the Xuan Yin Sutra, how come your ghost head is so powerful!"

Zhu Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Ye Feng.