Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The first game was between third and fourth place.

Ma Xiaosong and Wu Tieshan stepped onto the ring, and a wonderful showdown was about to begin.

In the ring, Ma Xiaosong is as thin as a monkey and as agile as a monkey;

And Wu Tieshan is as tall as a mountain, showing an unshakable momentum.

The two stood in the ring, their eyes meeting, each other's thoughts on the other.

The disciples watching the match were talking a lot. They knew the strength and style of these two players very well.

Ma Xiaosong is known for his agility and wit, while Wu Tieshan is known for his immense strength and stability.

With the referee's order, the game officially started.

Wu Tieshan took a deep breath. He remembered the previous battle with Zhong Ling'er. The lesson from that time made him realize that pure strength cannot solve all problems.

Therefore, facing the extremely agile Ma Xiaosong, Wu Tieshan adopted a steady and step-by-step strategy.

Every step he took seemed steady and powerful, as unshakable as a mountain.

Ma Xiaosong was like a gust of wind, moving lightly on the ring.

His eyes sparkled with wit and shrewdness, constantly looking for flaws.

Ma Xiaosong, thin and agile as an ape, wields a beast fork in his hand, with the whistling of the wind every time he swings it.

Compared to him, Wu Tieshan was like a moving mountain. The hundred-jin iron rod in his hand drew heavy shadows in the air.

Ma Xiaosong's movement is extremely flexible. He is like an erratic phantom in the ring. Every dodge is just right and dazzling.

His beast's fork seems to be alive, sometimes as cunning as a snake, sometimes as sharp as an eagle striking the sky.

With his flexibility, the arena seemed to be his stage, and every step was exquisite.

As for Wu Tieshan, although his movements are not as elegant as Ma Xiaosong's, every step is steady and powerful, as if the entire arena is shaking with every step he takes.

Although the iron rod in his hand is heavy, there is a boldness in swinging it in his hand.

Every time he swung it out, there was a roar that broke through the air, as if it was about to tear the air apart.

Everyone watching the battle held their breath and watched. This battle between strength and skill, hardness and softness was dizzying.

Ma Xiaosong's dexterity and Wu Tieshan's stability are in sharp contrast, and each has its own merits.

As time went by, Wu Tieshan gradually showed his own tactics.

He took advantage of his strength and weight to press forward step by step, forcing Ma Xiaosong into a small space.

In this situation, Ma Xiaosong's flexibility was greatly restricted, and he had to choose to confront Wu Tieshan head-on.

The space became smaller and smaller, and Ma Xiaosong's movements became more cramped.

Although his beast fork is sharp, it is gradually losing ground in terms of strength.

Wu Tieshan became more and more courageous as he fought. The iron rod seemed to become a wall in his hands, firmly suppressing Ma Xiaosong.

Finally, in a competition of strength, Ma Xiaosong was unable to save himself and was hit hard by Wu Tieshan's iron rod, and his body was on the verge of collapse.

There was an exclamation of exclamation on the field.

Ma Xiaosong struggled to support his body, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, but in the end he was unable to resist and was defeated.

On the Qingyun Sect's competition ground, a crucial contest is about to begin.

The monks watching the battle held their breath and concentrated, their eyes focused on the decisive battle that was about to begin.

Lin Fan stood on the ring, holding the Qiankun Ax tightly in his hand. His unruffled aura seemed to silently tell everyone that he was the master of this ring.

His eyes were calm and firm, showing a monk's decisiveness and tenacity in battle.

In this martial arts trial, Lin Fan showed strength that made the entire Qingyun Sect recognize him again.

Zhong Ling'er still maintained her calmness and elegance when facing Lin Fan.

She held a light long sword, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, as if she was ready to meet Lin Fan's challenge at any time.

There was no trace of fear in his eyes, only determination and determination.

In her view, every battle is a test of herself.

Lin Fan has a deep understanding of Zhong Ling'er's strength. He knows that this seemingly weak woman is by no means easy to deal with in the ring.

He recalled the showdown between Zhong Ling'er and Wu Tieshan, and that relaxed posture made Lin Fan realize that she did not use her full strength in that battle.

When the moment of decisive battle arrived, Lin Fan waved the Qiankun Ax without hesitation and performed the first form of Star Slash: Wuji Ax Shadow.

The big ax seemed to come alive in his hand, causing waves of howling wind. The shadows of the ax overlapped one another, as if cutting through the space, forming sharp ax lights.

This momentum was so majestic that it seemed like even the air was split into two.

When Lin Fan swung his Qiankun Ax, it seemed as if he was going to split the entire world. The ax was heavily shadowed, carrying unparalleled power and power.

But in the face of this fierce offensive, Zhong Ling'er seemed particularly calm.

Her body was light and graceful, like a butterfly, shuttling between the shadows of Lin Fan's axe, and every movement was full of elegance and agility.

Her long sword danced in her hand, and every thrust was extremely precise, as if she had found every tiny gap in this storm-like attack.

This scene made the watching monks in the audience marvel.

In this martial arts trial, Zhong Ling'er became the first person who could counterattack when Lin Fan used the Star Technique.

Her performance not only demonstrated her excellent swordsmanship, but also her extraordinary wisdom and courage.

Seeing Zhong Ling'er's performance, Lin Fan's eyes flashed with appreciation, and then he changed his moves and used the fifth move of Star Slash: Galaxy Whirlwind Slash!

The Universe Ax rotated in his hand, like a huge galaxy, with endless power and magnificent momentum, seeming to involve everything around it.

At this moment, the storm in the arena became more and more fierce, and Zhong Ling'er's exquisite movement seemed to be somewhat powerless under the huge suction force.

Her figure was crumbling in the galaxy formed by the Universe Axe, and she was almost drawn into it by the endless power.