Chapter 290 Defeat and Win (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)

After a short distance, Gao Congyang's face looked even uglier. After all, after a series of confident means, not only did he not achieve any results, but he also fell into a rather embarrassing state. This was obviously unacceptable for a cultivator who thought highly of himself.

In a flash, all the fights on the ring did not last too long. This series of collisions consumed the mana of the two fourth-level foundation-building cultivators, which was also a great pressure for them.

After all, for the winner, this was not the last round of battles, but just a beginning. There were still a series of battles to be faced head-on. This so-called Hundred Races Trial Conference was not only a test of the explosive power of the cultivators, but also a test of their endurance.

If you barely win because of excessive consumption or heavy damage in a battle, the impact on subsequent battles will also be extremely obvious, and basically this can be declared the official end of this Hundred Races Trial Conference.

Sun Mingsheng had already consumed a lot of energy in the first round of the battle, and in the end, he barely won the battle based on the opponent's emphasis on and fear of the physical body.

If the family had not prepared in advance with a high-quality elixir that had the dual effects of healing and restoring spiritual power, this round of battle would not have lasted to this point.

Therefore, after this period of relative confrontation and consumption, Sun Mingsheng's face also looked ashen, and the constant feeling of emptiness in his dantian made him feel anxious.

The Gao family, who occupied Zhending County and Zhending Lingshan alone, may be stronger than the Sun family in terms of strength, but the family is large and the consumption of various resources and spiritual objects is also not small.

The Hundred Clan Trial Conference involves the stable supply of spiritual stones for the family in the next hundred years. Every advancement in a rank will bring considerable benefits, so it is naturally not to be given up or wasted.

"Ha ha ha, fellow Daoist Sun has powerful means. Each of these moves and styles seems to naturally restrain my skills." The dwarf monk Gao Congyang laughed in anger, appearing even crazier.

All these monks who are different from ordinary people due to various means in the process of development always have their own weak spots, and their tempers are usually unpredictable.

For this so-called threat from language, Sun Mingsheng did not have any substantial feedback except for his livid face. The Fire Axe turned into a fiery red light, twisting, moving and flashing in the air.

Every time a transfer is completed, a huge axe shadow will appear on the original place, and instantly launch a new round of attacks on the dwarf monk from all directions, and then a more intense battle will break out between the two. From the current situation, it is obviously impossible to determine the winner in a short time.

Because Sun Mingsheng and the dwarf monk will meet good talents in this battle, their respective strengths are basically on the same level, forming a relatively confrontational situation.

In another battle that was unique to the early stage of foundation building, Sun Mingzeng, a cultivator from the Sun family, had the upper hand with absolute advantage.

"After all, Brother Bai's cultivation is only at the second level of foundation building. How about stopping at this point?" Sun Mingzeng looked at the old acquaintance from the Bai family who was also the lover of his cousin Mingsheng. While gaining the upper hand in every move, he also had to control the strength of his attack.

"Although I am just a little girl, I am also a real cultivator. If Brother Sun wants to win, it is better to use your means quickly and defeat me openly. Why do you have to look sympathetic here?" Bai Qingling was quite generous in the battle.

In the face of Sun Mingzeng's persuasion, not only did he not retreat at all, but he waved a second-level inferior spiritual sword and the long sleeves in his hand more vigorously.

"Well, I will fulfill your wish today. If you are injured by mistake, I will apologize after the battle." Sun Mingzeng's face straightened when he heard this, and he would not delay any longer.

The huge flying knife gourd could not help but rotate in the air, and three flying knives with a lot of patterns carved on them turned into a stream of light and hit Bai Qingling.

With the support of sufficient mana, the Dingshui Flag also changed its defensive state in the past battles and waved in the air.

Every time it was waved, a large amount of water-attributed spiritual power in different shapes would condense, cutting like arrows from a string.

This so-called cutting is not an attack in the normal sense. Each spiritual weapon condensed by mana in different shapes seems to be cut into pieces by thousands of knives.

The angles between each spiritual weapon seem to be the same, but there are some slight differences. Perhaps only a palm-sized piece of flesh and blood will be cut by ten weapons condensed by water-attributed spiritual power.

As the direct descendant of the Bai family's ancestor, Bai Qingling's cultivation is slightly inferior, but with the help of various magical tools, his combat power is also not to be underestimated.

Especially a small lamp-shaped defensive magic tool that is only half the size of a palm, with a small but extremely bright fire heart, which continuously emits layers of light shields.

Under the impact of the endless spiritual weapons condensed by various water-attributed spiritual powers, except for the bursts of light, it looked unmoved.

Only the three flying knives ejected from the flying knife gourd could cause some damage. Every time a round of attack was completed, the flames would flicker due to the large consumption of mana.

With Sun Mingzeng's combat and keenness, he had accurately discovered the pattern after only two rounds of back and forth.

After decisively offering a series of spiritual talismans to repel all of Bai Qingling's attacks, a black round iron lump carrying infinite power from top to bottom fell fiercely on his head.

"Crack" only heard a crisp sound, and the light that had been burning continuously and had a rather simple overall shape finally went out completely.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist Bai." The huge black iron ball stopped a few feet above Bai Qingling.

"Fellow Daoist Sun is very powerful. I am willing to lose this battle and admit defeat." Bai Qingling admitted defeat and jumped off the ring.

Sun Mingzeng successfully won the second battle and accumulated another point for the family.

At this time, the second round of battles of other cultivators in the family had also ended. Only Sun Mingsheng was still in a confrontation. However, after a series of fierce battles, Sun Mingsheng had also gained the upper hand. As long as he developed steadily and did not have too obvious changes, it would not be too difficult to win the final victory.

"Fellow Daoist, you want to defeat me so easily? Isn't it too whimsical?"