Chapter 771

The sparring between Tie Zheng and Ao Pan attracted the eyes of almost everyone.

They were both Golden Core-level, although they were suppressed by the magic array here, making their cultivation performance suppressed to the peak of Foundation Establishment.

But their actual combat power was still at the top level among the participants.

One was a martial cultivator, one was a body cultivator, naturally suitable for the Xingyun Trial of the Xuanjia Cave.

Including Lu Zeng, the three Golden Core cultivators all had the possibility of becoming the final winner. Perhaps, this sparring between Tie Zheng and Ao Pan also indicated the identity of the final winner!

Tie Zheng and Ao Pan stood opposite each other.

Tie Zheng's bronze beast face covered his face, his eyes became sharp, and the twelve beast-head copper bells hanging on his waist trembled slightly.

Ao Pan was hunched, his face like a knife cut, his eyes one big and one small, there must be something strange.

Ao Pan looked at Tie Zheng, and suddenly fixed on the joints of the other party.

He let out a low roar, his hunched body like a spring compressed to the limit, suddenly exploding with an impact force.

Ao Pan took the initiative to attack, pouncing towards Tie Zheng.

Accompanied by this action of his, a Xuanbing Armor flew out from his sleeve and quickly turned into a bronze sword.

The sword tip trembled slightly, like a poisonous snake raising its head, the sword body emitting a dark green luster, carrying a cold and bone-eroding aura, stabbing straight at Tie Zheng's heart!

For a time, exclamations rose one after another.

This bronze weapon not only had magic power, but also had artistic conception, surprisingly the seventh Xuanbing Armor.

Ban Ji felt his breathing stagnate, feeling envious.

"If I had such a sword, the probability of winning in the end would soar several times!"

But he didn't.

The one he finally obtained was a bronze saber, which was his fifth Xuanbing Armor.

By the sixth one, it was indeed a sword. But he consumed too much, helplessly fell into a stalemate battle, and had been unable to take it down, finally dragging it until the third stage opened.

Very regrettable!

Tie Zheng's eyes under the beast face narrowed slightly, he reached out to grasp the void, and then the Xuanbing Armor close to his body flew out, turning into a—kitchen knife.

The kitchen knife was thick and heavy, the blade edge flashing with cold and hard mysterious light.

Tie Zheng raised his arm and lifted the knife, facing the sword light, slashing fiercely!

His saber style was simple and direct, the saber light was quite restrained, emitting a rigid and hard momentum, an artistic conception that could cut off all hard objects.

Everyone exclaimed again.

Because this knife was also the seventh Xuanbing Armor!

"Saber!" Ban Ji's pupils dilated in an instant, his greed rising.

"Even if it's a kitchen knife, it's still a saber!"

"Good saber, good saber, if I had such a saber—"

Zheng—!

The next moment, the saber and sword intersected, the ear-piercing sharp sound tore through the air of the karst cave, and also tore at the eardrums of the watching crowd.

The air exploded, lifting a wave of air mixed with golden light and saber glow.

Ao Pan and Tie Zheng both retreated, stepping hard, stepping the stone ground of the karst cave into cracks inch by inch.

The two eyes clashed more fiercely, pouncing towards each other.

Dang dang dang dang!

A series of dense saber and sword clashing sounds sounded like popping beans, sparks splashing constantly.

The battle fell into a stalemate.

Two seventh Xuanbing Armors, the strength was not much different.

In the fierce confrontation, Ao Pan's eyes narrowed slightly, keenly noticing that his bronze sword body had many small gaps and cracks.

And the kitchen knife in Tie Zheng's hand was as bright as new, almost seeing no damage.

"Everyone is the same Xuanbing Armor, all Qingliu Copper, why is the one in his hand so durable?"

"Is it his aptitude blessing? Or the hardness of the martial arts itself?"

The confrontation was at a disadvantage, Ao Pan's body shook, shaking out three Xuanbing Armors, each turning into weapons, attacking towards Tie Zheng.

Tie Zheng also did not show weakness, also flew out three Xuanbing Armors, attacking instead of defending.

He was silent, once engaged, he revealed a beast-like aggression and invasiveness.

Everyone watched intently.

Ning Zhuo was also like this.

He concentrated his attention, secretly evaluating: "Tie Zheng and Ao Pan's martial arts realm both reveal the characteristics of the Master level, above me."

"Close combat, I can't beat them. This point also fits my estimation."

"As for their ability to manipulate, it is lackluster."

Tie Zheng is a martial cultivator, Ao Pan is a body cultivator, neither is good at mechanism arts. Ning Zhuo's mechanism realm reached the Master level, so he saw many shortcomings at a glance.

Ban Ji snorted coldly, his foundation in mechanism arts was stronger than Ning Zhuo's, so he naturally saw the missing parts of Tie Zheng and Ao Pan.

The sparring continued.

Gradually, Ao Pan occupied the upper hand.

His weapons could not compete with Tie Zheng's kitchen knife in a head-on confrontation, but his technique of directing these Xuanbing Armors was much stronger than Tie Zheng's!

When more Xuanbing Armors were used, Ao Pan's advantage was obvious.

Ning Zhuo evaluated in his heart: "These two have collected the seventh Xuanbing Armor, there should be no eighth one."

According to the relevant intelligence he collected before, the sixth Xuanbing Armor can consume magic power, the seventh emits artistic conception, and by the eighth Xuanbing Armor, it can use momentum, carrying the most favorable battlefield for itself!

The later the Xuanbing Armor, the more powerful it is.

"According to previous records, cultivators who can subdue the eighth Xuanbing Armor are few and far between."

"If Tie Zheng and Ao Pan possessed it, they would definitely show it in such a critical sparring."

The eighth Xuanbing Armor has extremely strong combat power, there is no need to hide it, taking it out at the first time is very likely to become the deciding factor.

Dang dang dang—

Beside Tie Zheng and Ao Pan, six or seven weapons were circling, swords coming and sabers going, sticks coming and spears going, the battle situation was complex and dazzling.

The two transmitted thoughts with their spiritual sense, reached a secret agreement, both retreated one step, and suddenly stopped fighting.

Both had a sense of proportion and did not fight to the death as soon as they came up.

Just as Tie Zheng said, this was just a "sparring."

There were not only them in the field, but also other Foundation Establishment cultivators, and another Golden Core.

If the two fought to the death, wouldn't it let Lu Zeng sit back and reap the benefits?

Tie Zheng and Ao Pan were naturally not stupid.

The two walked to Lu Zeng together.

Lu Zeng's face was solemn, feeling a bit ominous.

Tie Zheng spoke first, his tone stiff: "This fellow daoist, have you obtained the seventh weapon? If so, you might as well show it directly."

Ao Pan nodded: "That's right, there's no need to spar anymore."

The two had just clashed for a while and found that fighting against cultivators of the same level, the Xuanbing Armors were not durable and were already pitted.

You know, they had just used up the only opportunity for repair and maintenance of Xuanbing Armors in the entire Xingyun Trial.

And the third stage had just begun, they didn't want to be the first to fall into the predicament of having no weapons to use.

Lu Zeng heard this question, his brows furrowed: "Two fellow daoists, who comes first? Whoever makes the first move, Lu will attack whoever!"

Lu Zeng could not take out the seventh Xuanbing Armor because he did not succeed.

In this situation, he could only express ferocity to maintain his own interests.

But the next moment, Tie Zheng and Ao Pan looked at each other and saw the intention between each other.

"Since that's the case—" Ao Pan smiled slightly and bowed to Lu Zeng.

Tie Zheng continued: "Offended, fellow daoist."

The two agreed, and then attacked at the same time!

Lu Zeng sighed helplessly and had to respond to the battle.

As soon as the battle started, Tie Zheng and Ao Pan occupied the upper hand. After all, not only did they have the advantage in numbers, they were also body cultivators and martial cultivators, good at close combat, while Lu Zeng was a genuine mechanism cultivator, and could only retreat and retreat.

Ning Zhuo's eyes reflected the confrontation of the three people advancing and retreating, and he analyzed in his heart: "Tie Zheng and Ao Pan's combat power is here, I'm afraid it's one of the best."

"Now, the first expert and the second expert have joined forces to deal with the third expert, this is a wise decision."

"If it were me, I would do the same."

Watching the sparks flying from the three-person battle group, constantly destroying the karst cave, stone chips flying, Ning Zhuo was also evaluating his own combat power.

"Lu Zeng's mechanism arts realm is at least Grandmaster level! If he also had the seventh Xuanbing Armor, then the game would be very complex. It is very likely that three Golden Cores would join forces to eliminate other cultivators first."

"Any one of them is stronger than me. Now this situation can be considered favorable to me."

The three Golden Core cultivators are each hundreds of years old, Ning Zhuo is only ten years old, barely counting as a fraction of their age.

Martial arts close combat has never been Ning Zhuo's main practice, it is too normal to not be able to compare!

"Lu Zeng's defeat seems to be the trend."

"Once he is eliminated, will the remaining two Golden Cores join forces to deal with us Foundation Establishment cultivators, or fight each other?"

Ning Zhuo tried to analyze the temperament of Tie Zheng and Ao Pan.

"Tie Zheng lives alone, hunting in the mountains. Ao Pan is good at using long whips, his battle style is to avoid the enemy's edge and respond to hardness with softness."

"Neither of these people is the kind who can't let go of their face, the possibility of joining forces to deal with us Foundation Establishment cultivators is very large!"

Ning Zhuo's thoughts were like electricity, quickly scanning the surroundings.

Foundation Establishment cultivators looked at each other, already eager to move.

Ning Zhuo bit his teeth: "The best strategy at the moment is actually for the Foundation Establishment cultivators to join forces to resist the two Golden Core cultivators."

"But—this is unlikely."

Ning Zhuo's gaze fixed on Ban Ji, who was also staring fiercely at Ning Zhuo.

"Kill."

"Attack together, kill him first!"

"Whoever retreats first is a grandson, in the future joining the Wanxiang Sect and becoming fellow disciples, I will look down on him for a lifetime."

Many cultivators shouted, restrained each other, formed an allied army, and attacked Zhang Wangxing together!

Zhang Wangxing:??!!

He relied on the "Flesh and Blood Transformation Sutra" he practiced, and sang all the way in the early stage, but suffered a tragic loss at the fourth Xuanbing Armor.

By the sixth one, he could only support, was beaten passively, and hard-lived through the time, dragging it until the third stage opened.

When he arrived at the karst cave, he was only a pool of rotten mud-like flesh, wrapped in several bronze artifacts.

Fortunately, this time period was specifically for cultivators to rest and repair weapons, and did not allow cultivators to attack each other.

Zhang Wangxing used this opportunity to reshape his body and took a fierce breath.

But he did not expect that when the melee started, he was actually the first cultivator to be gathered fire upon.

"No—I was beaten in the second stage, and I have to be beaten in the third stage?!"

"In the second stage, only one weapon hit me, in the third stage, five or six cultivators, twenty or thirty weapons hit me?!"

"Really, really think I'm easy to bully?!!"

Zhang Wangxing's eyes were red, he roared, and fought back with five Xuanbing Armors.

Everyone was excited.

"Look, he only has five!"

(Zhang Wangxing roared: "Don't you only have five?!")

"He is the weakest!"

(Zhang Wangxing roared: "You are weak, you are the weakest!")

"Kill him first, kill him first."

(Zhang Wangxing was fierce but weak: "Come on, come on, whoever makes the first move, I will beat you hard!")

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, why don't you just admit defeat! I don't have the heart to beat you up."

(Zhang Wangxing was furious: "Hypocritical! You are the one who hit the hardest!")

Several heavy bronze battle axes slashed down fiercely, the sharp bronze long sword moves were tricky, the copper hammer was swung around, wrapped in bursts of evil wind, aiming at Zhang Wangxing's head.

The cultivators did not hold back. The Xuanjia Cave had a great array, which could effectively prevent cultivators from being seriously injured or dying. This had been verified in countless Xingyun Trials.

Soon, the brand-new wide gray robe Zhang Wangxing had just changed into was pierced and cut into pieces, like a few pieces of rags hanging on his body.

Zhang Wangxing was forced to open his bare thighs and flee in the karst cave.

Running from left to right, and from right to left.

He was followed by many cultivators.

Puchi!

A sharp bronze long sword stabbed through his left chest fiercely, where there was no Zhang Wangxing's heart.

Two bronze battle axes slashed down almost at the same time! One slashed towards his back neck exposed due to collapse, and one slashed towards his waist and abdomen. Zhang Wangxing had nowhere to dodge, and at the critical moment, his upper body folded to the right.

The spine made a tooth-aching crack sound, as if it had been forcibly broken by an invisible giant hand.

The battle axe slashing towards the back neck only cut off a few of his hair, while the battle axe slashing towards the waist and abdomen cut into his left ribs.

Zhang Wangxing tried his best to flee, but at this time, another copper hammer hit his back.

Pu!

Zhang Wangxing sprayed a mouthful of blood, mixed with internal organ fragments.

At this time, he happened to run near Ban Ji.

"Young Master Ban Ji, help me, help me once! I will repay you, I definitely will."

Zhang Wangxing asked Ban Ji for help.

Ban Ji retreated decisively.

Zhang Wangxing wouldn't give up, wanted to continue to approach, but Rust Disaster Craftsman attacked fiercely, forcing him back.

Zhang Wangxing was forced to change direction and continue to flee.

He fled with difficulty, fled near Ning Zhuo, and shouted with a seriously injured body: "Young Master Ning Zhuo, Young Master!

Save me, save me. I am willing to be a cow or a horse for you, I will help you deal with Ban Ji for free.

"I just need you to give me a hand, just give me a hand!"

"If I fail now, I am not reconciled, I am too not reconciled!!"

Ning Zhuo shook his head speechlessly and immediately avoided it.

He still remembered that outside the Xuanjia Cave, the first time he communicated with Zhang Wangxing, the other party asked him to offer a high price, and even threatened Ning Zhuo that he, Zhang Wangxing, might also be hired by Ban Ji.

Now the situation has evolved into this.

It's really a bit awkward!

Zhang Wangxing's reputation was poor, Ning Zhuo would of course not offend the public to maintain a cultivator he met for the first time.

However, just as he was retreating, Zhang Wangxing suddenly exploded with aura and threw out a chain.

"Ning Zhuo, where are you going!"

At the same time, several of the cultivators who were chasing and killing him behind him also attacked Ning Zhuo one after another.

This is a trap!!