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Dao Zhao stroked his beard and said.

"It has its unique features, and in some aspects it even surpasses the Celestial Master's Diagram. However, it is a kind of demonic cultivation method."

The young Taoist priest fell into deep thought, while the others displayed different emotions.

Chapter 1438 Unheard of

A great battle is unfolding.

A tiger's roar echoed across the field, and a red figure tumbled up and down at incredible speed. Although the zombie's walking posture was strange, its speed was unexpectedly fast. Its body was extremely hard, and when it crashed into something, it made a thumping sound, like hitting a dehydrated tree trunk.

Zombies don't feel pain, and they get up immediately after being knocked down.

They met in the ring.

Ah Jiu was enveloped by the shadow of the red tiger, and the energy that occasionally escaped stirred up gusts of wind that rippled in all directions.

Such a scene is unprecedented and unheard of.

The people of the Ancient Yin Wind World stared at him with wide eyes, excited and joyful: the power of the Tiger Fiend Scripture was an opening for them, like a door to a new world.

Those who practice martial arts are not as good as those who cultivate immortality.

This is the long-standing perception in China, a top-down hierarchy of contempt. As a boxer, no matter how famous you are or how strong your skills are, in the eyes of Niubitsi you are nothing more than an insignificant mortal.

Over time, the ancient martial arts world couldn't help but develop feelings of inferiority. Unfortunately, although the boxers fought flawlessly, they couldn't deal with supernatural creatures. Not to mention legendary monsters, they couldn't even do anything to the simplest evil spirits or ghosts.

Now the situation is different: the power Ju has demonstrated has shown them a future full of boundless hope.

Under such terrifying killing intent, the evil spirit dared not approach; its immense power and speed even overwhelmed the legendary immortal zombies.

If he can perfect this technique, the bull's nose will become insignificant; he can suppress them with just a flick of his wrist.

The Ancient Yin-Yang Realm side hurriedly engaged in battle, while the Dao Sect side frowned nervously.

The zombies on the arena were no ordinary species; they were treasures of the Guancheng Cangguan Tree. They were brought out this time mainly as a precaution, but no one expected that such a 400-year-old zombie would actually be blown away by the wind.

The battle in the ring became increasingly fierce.

Ajiu's hands transformed into blood-red tiger claws, each swing leaving a brief visual trace in the air. His attacks were fierce and brutal, accompanied by bursts of tiger roars, making him as terrifying as a vicious tiger.

The young Taoist priest was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his skin and cowered in the corner, too scared to move.

The zombie's clothes were torn to shreds, revealing its wounded body. Its ferocity was fully unleashed, and it showed signs of losing control. But in front of Ajiu, it had no chance to resist. It was knocked to the ground time and time again, its right arm was broken, its left leg was broken, its chest was hit countless times, and its heart was almost ripped out.

Seeing this, Master Mucang could no longer contain himself and exclaimed.

"If we don't resist, we'll admit defeat."

The referee stepped forward to stop him and, noticing Tszyu's ferocity, quietly slowed down the pace.

The Taoist sect conceded defeat, but the battle on the arena did not stop: Zhu Di's eyes turned blood red like a demon, he pressed the zombie to the ground, clamped the zombie's back with his legs, and grabbed the zombie's neck tightly with both hands, pulling it outward.

As the zombie's neck stretched, cracking sounds rang out continuously, and its muscles shattered like dead wood.

Master Kikuura's eyes turned angry. Ignoring the rules, he rushed forward. Xu Fu looked at him coldly, green flames burning fiercely in his eyes. The latter seemed to be struck by lightning and froze in horror.

"opened!"

Zhu Di roared and unleashed his full power, blasting off the head of the blue-faced, fanged creature. The young man looked up and howled to the sky, followed by a blood-red tiger shadow that moved with lightning speed.

A roar erupted, and killing intent boiled in the air.

Everyone was stunned. At that moment, what they saw was not a person, but a blood-red tiger exuding murderous intent.

The ferocious tiger devours people; it is savage and brutal.

Linda couldn't help but say, "I only taught him the first level of the technique, and he was able to reach this level."

Xu Fuhuan sighed.

"The Creator only gave him a fool's head and a body that many people envy. This guy is a born martial artist, a once-in-a-century talent."

After the zombie disdainfully raised its head, the young Taoist priest did not hesitate, somersaulted off the stage, and vowed never to fight anyone again.

Dirk suppressed his trembling and spoke in as calm a tone as possible.

"We won!"

The middle-aged Taoist priest standing to the side looked dejected and his face was extremely pale.

He understood why the Taoist temple had removed the signboard: with the strength this young man had demonstrated, even the older generation with profound cultivation would not be able to withstand him, let alone the younger generation.

The second match ended, but there was almost no sound around. Pairs of eyes were watching the ring with protective intent.

Zhu Di was terribly wrong. The battle was over, but he did not restrain his inner energy. Instead, he looked around aggressively, his eyes revealing undisguised killing intent.

· ·Requesting flowers····· ······

Will this guy harm the audience?

An old Taoist priest said to his disciple.

"You see, this is the amazing skill—the deeper you master it, the easier it is to lose control."

The atmosphere was somewhat depressing.

Several old Taoist priests silently clenched their magic spells, ready to kill Zhu Di without hesitation should he make the slightest move.

Xu Fu coughed and said, "Ava."

The silver battle suit emitted a powerful bio-electric current, constantly stimulating A'Zhu's brain. Her killing intent subsided, reason prevailed, and the boy returned to his previous bewildered state.

The crowd inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief.

Niner hopped off the ring, walked up to Xu Fu, and invited him.

"I won again!"

"Ok!"

..... .... ....

Xu Fu nodded: "What would you like to eat for dinner?"

"Seafood, lobster"

"After the third game, we're going to eat seafood."

The boy nodded happily, completely unaware of how terrible his previous behavior had been.

Two of the three matches have already taken place, leaving only the final one. If Daozong loses, it will lose its transcendent status and become a stepping stone for Ajiu to reach the top.

This is an outcome that no Taoist believer would want to see.

Everyone couldn't help but show their worry. Kiku's fighting power was beyond their expectations. She even tore a hundreds-year-old zombie to pieces. No one could guarantee that they would win the third match.

Li Mo whispered to Zhang Ruochen.

"With your strength, can you defeat Zhang Ajiu?"

Zhang Ruochen considered it carefully.

"If I can go a step further and reach the level of the older brother, then there will naturally be no problem, but it is hard to say right now."

Li Mo asked in surprise, "Uncle-Master, you're no match for him either?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head helplessly: "The tiger shadow beside Zhang Ajiu is actually a kind of curse. It has a strong deterrent effect on demons and monsters, and Taoist arts will also be affected. Ordinary methods are useless. The only thing that can cause damage is the Thunder Technique. You should know clearly how difficult it is to cultivate the Thunder Technique."

At this point, I sighed and shook my head.

There are dozens of sects in Taoism. Thunder magic is the strongest and the most difficult. It is almost impossible to achieve anything before the age of thirty-five.

Remer frowned slightly and muttered to himself in a voice only he could hear.

"Losing is fine; keep moving forward."

Chapter 1439 Luck in the Lottery

After a short break, the third match began.

A'Zhu returned to the arena, his gaze fixed on the Taoist members gathered together. They were talking quietly among themselves. After a while, a Taoist priest wearing a purple robe and with a pale face walked out from the crowd.

The Taoist priest was quite old, probably around thirty-five years old. He coughed every few steps, giving the impression that he was terminally ill.

Dirk scoffed.

"Don't you have anyone else?" "Sending a patient to the battlefield."

You'll find out later.

The middle-aged Taoist priest ignored him and told the referee to get ready.

The purple-robed Taoist priest walked step by step towards the arena. Reaching the center, he let out a long breath, bowed to the crowd, and then spoke.

"My name is Wang Dan, and I come from the Shenxiao Sect."

He said this was a sect, not a school. Those who didn't know about Taoism were shocked. Among the major sects of Taoism, only one sect mainly cultivated thunder magic, which was the Shenxiao Sect. Thunder magic was powerful, but it could harm the body and mind. Cultivators of this sect were not short-lived. Therefore, the Shenxiao Sect did not have a separate school, but only this "877" sect.

The Shenxiao Sect is a general term for those who specialize in thunder magic.

Once everything was ready, the competition began.

Without hesitation, Aju rushed forward, when suddenly a strong sense of crisis came from above.