Jiang Jingwei's red hair moved without wind, spreading like seaweed, and granular flame elements floated between her fiery red hair.
Outside her body, there was a spherical air world, the outer layer of which was reddish particles moving and colliding rapidly, and the inner layer was distorted air.
At this time, Jiang Jingwei seemed to have changed into a different person, from a carefree and aggressive girl to a goddess who controlled the flames, majestic and violent.
"Crack, crack."
Her bent forearm recovered, and the resentful spirit on her shoulder screamed shrilly, as if it had been burned to a certain extent, but it still entangled the girl's body tightly and continued to grab her essence.
To sacrifice everything for the master's order is the most basic accomplishment of a spirit servant.
"The furious one, worthy of being the fire master with the purest bloodline." Zhao Chenghuang's proud face finally revealed a solemn look.
Obviously, he knew the reason for Jiang Jingwei's sudden outburst.
"I'll get rid of this troublesome corpse first, and then I'll have a good fight with you." Jiang Jingwei grinned at Zhao Chenghuang.
Without waiting for Zhao Chenghuang to respond, she sank her knees, turned into a stream of flames, and crashed into the corpse's arms.
"Bang!"
In the flame explosion, she flew out with the corpse on her back. During the process, there were continuous explosions. Jiang Jingwei was like a double-kick firecracker, pushing the corpse to the edge of the molten lava, away from Zhao Chenghuang.
Then, she held the corpse's ankles with both hands, swung it in the air, and smashed it down.
The corpse fell heavily into the molten lava, splashing large pieces of bright lava. Jiang Jingwei also jumped into the molten lava, holding down the head of the corpse that was about to jump out, and pressed it back into the "pool".
At this time, Zhao Chenghuang was at the other end of the molten lava pool, dozens of meters away, and there was no time to stop it.
Zhao Chenghuang made a decision immediately, calmed down his emotions, closed his eyes, and stood still.
He wanted to personally control the Yin corpse and fight Jiang Jingwei at the bottom of the pool.
The travelers who were watching the battle stepped forward, leaned towards the crater, and looked down.
A large number of bubbles came out of the magma, gurgling continuously, and a stream of "undercurrents" rolled upwards, and the smell of sulfur became stronger.
The battle in the magma seemed very fierce, but unfortunately no one could see it.
Zhang Yuanqing watched the magma while listening to Guan Ya beside him:
"I heard that the elders in the clan said that the core ability of the fire master in the saint realm is to stimulate potential. Angry, reckless, and impulsive are their shortcomings, but in the saint stage, they become advantages.
"The furious are like dynamite, which explodes at a touch and can burst potential anytime and anywhere. This is something other professions cannot do.
"Jiang Jingwei has the purest blood of the fire master in the world. Although she has not reached the saint level, if she is in a desperate situation, she can easily burst out the hidden power in her blood."
"So that's it!"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded. With her extraordinary body, she burst out with the fighting power comparable to that of a saint. Jiang Jingwei's innate blood is enviable.
In this case, it will not be a big problem to deal with the level 4 Yin corpse. After all, it is just a Yin corpse, not a real fire master.
Without the Yin corpse, I don't know how Zhao Chenghuang will deal with it.
You know, the Yin corpse is an important support for Zhao Chenghuang to rank first.
While her thoughts were flying, the magma gushed "crash", and Jiang Jingwei jumped out of the boiling "liquid", holding the Yin corpse with bent hands and feet in her hand.
There was a lot of noise and discussion in the crater.
Jiang Jingwei ranked sixth in the top 20 list, but killed Zhao Chenghuang's Yin corpse. This result was beyond many people's expectations.
With this strength, he should be able to squeeze into the top three.
"Little princess is awesome!"
"Long live the little princess!"
A small group of people shouted particularly loudly, led by a red-haired young man with his arms crossed and a proud face. The lackeys behind him cheered and cheered loudly.
These fire masters were like huskies. Zhang Yuanqing moved his eyes and looked into the distance, wanting to see the reaction of Taiyi Sect, but was surprised to find that the group of guys were surprisingly calm.
In the field, Jiang Jingwei casually threw the Yin corpse on a column and laughed wildly with his hands on his hips:
"It's so refreshing. I haven't had such a refreshing fight for a long time."
Zhao Chenghuang opened his eyes and didn't look at the Yin corpse whose hands and feet were broken. This loss was within his control. After the battle, he could use the power of Taiyin to warm and nourish the Yin corpse in ten days or half a month.
He frowned, looked at Jiang Jingwei, and said:
"You can't maintain this state for long. Why didn't you use the props just now, but chose to go to extremes instead?"
Zhao Chenghuang was puzzled by her operation. The fire master did not have the means to restrain the spirit body, but what was Jiang Jingwei's identity?
This was a person with a more noble status and a deeper background than himself. It was easy for him to equip a tool to restrain the spirit body.
"Why do we need props? That's so boring." Jiang Jingwei put her hands on her hips and said, "I'm here to fight. If I want to win you, I'll win in an upright manner."
Zhao Chenghuang's stern face was obviously stunned. After a moment of silence, he slowly said:
"Okay, then I don't need props either!"
After that, he put away the little clay figurine in his palm, "I will rely on the power of the Night Wandering God to win you."
Zhao Chenghuang opened his mouth and sucked. The resentful spirit that lay on Jiang Jingwei's shoulder and grabbed a lot of her essence immediately turned into a stream of green smoke and flew into his mouth.
When the spirit servant entered, Zhao Chenghuang's eyes immediately burst into bloodshot, his pupils trembled violently, veins protruded from his forehead, and his face was hideous, as if he was in great pain.
"Uh ah ah."
He hunched over and roared in pain.
His body suddenly grew taller, his muscles swelled with blood, his skin turned blue-black, and gave off a metallic luster, his nails grew rapidly, and turned into black and sharp ghost claws.
In a few seconds, Zhao Chenghuang turned into a ghost with black aura all over his body, blue-black skin, black ghost claws, and bloodshot eyes.
His breath was cold and powerful, and the column under his feet was stained with a layer of white frost, which spread downwards. The boiling molten magma quickly cooled and turned into cracked black floating soil.
This. Zhang Yuanqing, who was watching the battle from above, had his pupils shrank slightly and was greatly shocked.
Only the Night Wandering God could understand the shock.
At this moment, Zhao Chenghuang burst out with an aura that surpassed the limit of the extraordinary realm. He did not use props, but relied on himself to surpass the extraordinary stage.
The method was very simple, which was to actively stimulate the Taiyin power in the body, making it out of control and violent, thus producing an effect like a raging fire boiling oil.
Zhang Yuanqing himself had also encountered a similar situation, that is, the time when he was "watched" by the Demon Eye Heavenly King, the power of the Taiyin almost went out of control, eroded the body, and transformed into a Yin object.
Just like Zhao Chenghuang now.
What is he doing? This is no longer dancing on the edge of a knife, but shitting on the table of the King of Hell. Zhang Yuanqing's face was full of disbelief. Could it be that Zhao Chenghuang looks like a cold and arrogant night wandering god, but in fact he is a rude and brainless fire master?
In astonishment, a message suddenly flashed in his mind: Zhao Chenghuang deliberately stuck in the extraordinary stage and delayed the promotion to a saint.
This is the note given by the official scholars on the top 20 list.
"He is like the Earth God. He deliberately stays in the extraordinary stage and repeatedly polishes a certain ability. The Earth God is invincible in defense, and he has reached the pinnacle of control over the power of the Taiyin?"
Sure enough, the top three characters are not simple, and they are all perverts. After thinking it through, he sighed silently in his heart.
"Oh? You can also unleash your potential like me?"
Jiang Jingwei seemed surprised, but also very excited.
"You can understand it this way. Anyway, you can't understand too complicated explanations." Zhao Chenghuang's voice became hoarse and gloomy.
The two rushed towards each other at the same time, and two rays of light, one black and one red, collided in the center of the magma, then separated and collided again.
Their speed was extremely fast, and the red and black lines ran around everywhere, rushing around, sometimes colliding in the corner, sometimes colliding in the center, like two irregularly moving bullets.
Every collision was a thunderous explosion, and the magma would explode into the sky.
Zhang Yuanqing had to wear the insight glasses and finally saw the movements of the two people clearly. Their collision was brutal and lacked skills. They separated at the first touch, leaving charred burns and bone-piercing claw marks on each other.
The rude battle to vent violence is the unique style of the fire master. He can understand Jiang Jingwei's operation, but Zhao Chenghuang shouldn't.
It seems that the price of losing control of the power of the yin is that one cannot perform the skill of the Night Wandering God exquisitely.
In the battles, Jiang Jingwei was covered with scars. On the other hand, Zhao Chenghuang was burned by flames and had his bones broken again and again, but his strong self-healing ability quickly repaired his injuries and his endurance was amazing.
In the fierce fighting, the surface of the surging magma suddenly bulged, and then with a "crash", a large lizard covered with red scales broke out of the magma.
This lizard was huge, half of its body stuck out of the magma, and it was seven or eight meters tall.
Its amber vertical pupils flashed with violence, and its cheeks bulged, spewing red magma towards the fiercely fighting Zhao Chenghuang and Jiang Jingwei.
The magma was dense like rain, and there was no way to avoid it. Zhao Chenghuang's body was emitting white smoke, and large patches of blue-black skin were carbonized.
Jiang Jingwei, whose breath had been declining, seemed to have taken a breath. The molten lava splashed on her decomposed into dark red particles and merged into the air world covering her body.
The breath surged.
"Boom!" Flames exploded on Jiang Jingwei's body, penetrating the molten lava splashed on her head, and punched Zhao Chenghuang with a raging flame.
Before the "rage" state ends, she will fight to the death!
Zhao Chenghuang did not dodge or avoid, his face was cold, and his palm was like a knife, stabbing forward.
"Crack!"
A hook punch hit Zhao Chenghuang's side face, breaking his neck instantly, and his head turned 180 degrees to the back, and he saw his back.
"Puff!"
Jiang Jingwei also "bumped" herself into Zhao Chenghuang's hand knife, and black nails pierced from behind.
Jiang Jingwei was exhausted and fell down.
Zhao Chenghuang straightened his head little by little, slumped on the ground, and gasped for breath.
The big lizard that had stuck out the molten lava puffed up its cheeks and was about to spit out the second wave of molten lava.
The host of this competition, the young red-haired elder, shouted:
"Zhao Chenghuang wins!"
The big lizard swallowed the molten lava in its throat, snorted, and silently retreated into the volcano.
The red-haired elder picked up the seriously injured and unconscious Jiang Jingwei and returned to the crater for treatment.
The Hongying elder of Taiyi Sect exhaled a breath of Yin Qi, rolled up the Yin corpse and Zhao Chenghuang, rolled the man and the corpse back to his side, and handed them over to the disciples of the sect for treatment.
A deafening sound immediately sounded, and the scene exploded at once.
"Are they really in the extraordinary stage? Too strong, too exciting, this is the strongest duel since the ring competition."
"Jiang Jingwei's ranking is low, this girl is simply terrible, how can she burst out such a powerful force and almost defeat Zhao Chenghuang."
"This also proves that Zhao Chenghuang is really strong. What was the move he used just now? I have never seen the Night Wandering God of Taiyi Sect perform it."
The noisy discussion lasted for a long time. This battle was too unexpected and gave the extraordinary practitioners a great shock.
In the first five days of the competition, although everyone was impressed by the star players' strength, their calculations, and their many props, this was all within an acceptable range.
It is understandable that they are strong.
But the fighting power shown by Jiang Jingwei and Zhao Chenghuang just now is incomprehensible.
Is this the power that the extraordinary stage should have?
In the next two duels, Sun Miaomiao and Yinchi lived up to expectations and defeated their opponents, and successfully squeezed into the top eight.
The elder of the Red Fire Gang, who looked like a red-haired young man, said loudly:
"The fourth group of contestants enter."
The audience at the crater was excited, and the second battle worth looking forward to today was coming.
The tenth-ranked Guohezu fought against Yuanshi Tianzun.
The former was known as Xiao Qingyang, and the latter defeated the famous Maoshan sorcerer on the first day of the ring competition.
With the previous examples of Jiang Jingwei and Zhao Chenghuang, the audience threshold has been raised. I wonder what kind of surprises Yuanshi Tianzun and Guohezu can bring to them.
"There should be no suspense in this battle. Yuanshi Tianzun will definitely win. The Crossing River Soldier is a scout. No matter how strong a scout in the extraordinary stage is, it is limited and has too many shortcomings."
"Not necessarily. The Crossing River Soldier must be prepared. Moreover, neither of them is a fire master, and the scene crisis must also be considered."
"Looking forward to this dragon-tiger fight, Jiang Jingwei and Zhao Chenghuang fought too exaggeratedly. They are strong, but they have no technical content. Yuanshi Tianzun and the Crossing River Soldier are both very good at micro-control."
In the eager eyes of the crowd, Zhang Yuanqing entered the field with the Yin Corpse. On the other side, the Crossing River Soldier wearing rattan armor and camouflage military pants jumped down and landed steadily on the stone pillar.
The two looked at each other from a distance of 20 to 30 meters and nodded.
"The game begins!"
As soon as the red-haired elder announced, Zhang Yuanqing and the River Crossing Soldier drew their guns at the same time.
"Bang!"
The River Crossing Soldier pulled the trigger, but Zhang Yuanqing's gun failed to fire a bullet.
It wasn't the gun that had a problem, it was him. At the moment when the River Crossing Soldier raised his gun and aimed, Zhang Yuanqing felt a strong sense of crisis in his heart, which forced him to stop shooting and dodge.
But he had a feeling that no matter whether he went left or right, he would definitely be shot, and he was in a dilemma for a while.
In a brief hesitation, the River Crossing Soldier's bullet came.
Sure enough, no one could shoot against the River Crossing Soldier, not even Yuanshi Tianzun. Seeing this scene, the audience above had long been accustomed to it.
No matter who the opponent was, the River Crossing Soldier's classic opening was fire suppression.
The bullet hit the tall figure of "Dead No. 1" and was blocked by strong and full muscles.
Since you can't dodge, then don't dodge!
Zhang Yuanqing stretched out his arm from behind the corpse, aimed at the river-crossing soldier 20 to 30 meters away, and pulled the trigger.
Bang, bang, bang. The dark red trajectory drew parallel lines, forming a barrage of bullets to cover the enemy.
The river-crossing soldier had long seen through Zhang Yuanqing's shooting angle. When he raised his gun, he lowered his body and rushed to the side.
Da, da, da. The river-crossing soldier quickly leaped between the stone pillars, went around to the side, raised his gun and shot.
Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly changed the angle and went around to the side of the corpse.
The bullet was blocked by the corpse's body again. The dead man No. 1 absorbed the materials of the earth monster profession, and his skin was extremely tough and painless, making him an excellent shield.
While Yuanshi Tianzun dodged, the river-crossing soldier put away his pistol, his leg muscles swelled, and he ran wildly between the stone pillars like an agile cheetah.
Zhang Yuanqing used the cover of the corpse to stretch out his arm again and shoot.
Bang, bang, bang
The soldier who crossed the river did not dodge like last time, but charged forward under the bullets, and the rattan armor exploded with balls of fire.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing decisively moved away from the corpse and issued an order to meet the enemy.
The eyes of the deceased No. 1 flashed with ferocity, and he bent his legs and jumped high. His right knee bounced and he kicked out with a "snap".
The soldier who crossed the river seemed to have expected its action long ago. He kept charging, lowered his head, and avoided the whip kick while his shoulder happened to hit the hip of the corpse.
With the inertia of the leap, the soldier who crossed the river pushed hard with his shoulders and threw the corpse far away, and he fell down and stood on the stone pillar where the corpse originally stood.
The soldier who crossed the river did not look at the corpse thrown high in the air. He turned his feet, changed direction, and rushed towards Yuanshi Tianzun, who was two pillars away.
Zhang Yuanqing was not in a hurry and fired.
The river-crossing soldier in midair had no way to avoid it, and the explosive bullet exploded in front of his chest again.
Unable to hit his defensive props, Zhang Yuanqing made a prompt decision and went for a night tour.
As soon as his body was "erased", the magma under him "boomed", set off bright waves and spewed out blazing flames.
Under the indiscriminate attack, Zhang Yuanqing was blown out.
At this time, the river-crossing soldier who soared into the air happened to land on the same stone pillar as Zhang Yuanqing.
"Yuanshi Tianzun was approached."
"What a coincidence, the flames just erupted, his luck is too bad."
"This is not a coincidence, the river-crossing soldier is calculating the time, everything is within his expectations, he really deserves to be Xiao Qingyang."
The audience's low shouts came from above. From the ring match to now, every player who was approached by the river-crossing soldier has escaped the fate of a miserable defeat.
Guan Ya, Xie Lingxi, the Queen and others, as well as those who were optimistic about Yuanshi Tianzun, were all very nervous.
Even Zhao Chenghuang, who had closed his eyes to rest and concentrate on recovery, opened his eyes and began to pay attention to the direction of the battle.
At this time, the river-crossing soldier's shoulder suddenly felt cold.
The spirit servant kicked in the direction where Yuanshi Tianzun fled, and just kicked his shoulder. Immediately, the river-crossing soldier took out a horn and blew it.
The horn sounded tragic and desolate, containing the evil spirit and hostility of the battlefield.
The chill on the shoulder disappeared instantly, and the spirit servant retreated.
This horn is a prop for the scout profession. The horn sound has the effect of deterring the enemy and can also drive away evil spirits.
Its owner is the river-crossing soldier's superior, a swordsman.
Zhang Yuanqing, who had just stood firm after being kicked, heard the desolate horn, and felt his heart tremble, and an indescribable fear and cowardice surged up.
Seizing the opportunity, the soldier across the river put away the horn, took two quick steps, and pushed his right knee against Yuanshi Tianzun's lower abdomen.
Zhang Yuanqing once again felt a sense of crisis that it was useless to dodge. This time, he was not affected by his mentality and no longer hesitated, moving to the left.
Bang!
The lower abdomen was in great pain, and his internal organs were churning. Sure enough, he did not dodge it.
After the knee strike, the soldier across the river retracted his feet, turned around, and threw a fierce elbow strike.
His style is to be proficient in basic movements such as punching, kicking, knee strikes, and elbow strikes. There is no complicated routine. He pursues the most practical and efficient way to defeat the enemy, with a series of fierce and sharp strikes.
With the specialized insight skill, he anticipated the enemy's moves and firmly suppressed the opponent.
Fists, feet, elbows, and knees fell on Zhang Yuanqing's chest, throat, and even crotch again and again. Because he knew that the Night Wanderer had a strong vitality, he fought without scruples.
Zhang Yuanqing tried to use the force to fall into the molten lava several times, but was pulled back by the soldier across the river and continued to beat.
Terrible close combat ability, this is a fighting master that even Guan Ya has to be wary of.
"Hah!"
The soldier roared, his waist sank, his leg muscles supported his trouser legs, and he channeled all his strength into his right arm. His fist pounced out like a venomous snake and hit Yuanshi Tianzun's throat hard.
The Adam's apple shattered, and the severely injured Yuanshi Tianzun's head tilted back and fell backwards.
But he was immediately grabbed by the soldier's arm and pulled back.
"You underestimated the enemy. To deal with me, you should use all your strength and all your props from the beginning, because as long as I get close to you, you will definitely lose."
The soldier looked at Yuanshi Tianzun who was falling towards him, summoned a pistol, put the muzzle against his abdomen, and decisively pulled the trigger.
Bang bang bang!
The gunshots rang out, as if they also rang in the ears of the audience outside the venue, and there was silence all around.
Many people were frightened by the brutal close combat ability of the soldier.
The battle lasted less than a minute from start to finish, because the flames erupted twice, and the third time had not come yet.
The monsters under the magma did not appear either.
It was an upset.
The River Crossing Soldier, who ranked below the Maoshan Warlock, actually defeated Yuanshi Tianzun.
And he won so quickly.
It must be said that players like this who specialize in a certain field can indeed burst out unexpected power as long as they seize the opportunity and make full preparations.
The River Crossing Soldier quickly emptied his magazine, frowned slightly, and a doubt flashed through his mind: Why didn't the referee call a stop?
As soon as this doubt arose from the bottom of his heart, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, and a sharp knife stabbed out from between his chest.
The River Crossing Soldier looked down at the sharp knife on his chest, and slowly and stiffly turned his head.
He saw another Yuanshi Tianzun standing behind him.
"You lose!"
The voice of Yuanshi Tianzun came to his ears.
Zhang Yuanqing did not use a scarecrow or a thug's boxing gloves in this game. Props cannot be used all at once. Under the premise of a perfect plan, it is the right way to use the right props according to the plan.
The core of this battle plan is "Mirror Flower and Water Moon", so the opening is to show weakness and actively give the opponent an inconspicuous flaw, and kill him with one blow when he thinks he has won.
Guohezu is a player who specializes in insight and belongs to the type of serious bias. Once this kind of player seizes the opportunity, he will burst out with full output and will never dare to fight.
Because there are too many shortcomings, delaying time means giving the enemy a chance.
So Zhang Yuanqing expected that as long as he sold an inconspicuous flaw, Guohezu would definitely take the bait.
Sure enough.
"You"
"From the beginning, you were not dealing with my real body."
Guohezu opened his mouth, although there was a flash of surprise and confusion in his eyes, he finally chose to remain silent.
The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. There is nothing to say. He covered his chest which was bleeding profusely and collapsed on the ground in pain.
At this time, the soldier who crossed the river saw that Yuanshi Tianzun, who had been shot several times by him, was like the reflection of the full moon in the water, twisting for a while and then dissipating.
The red-haired elder announced: "Yuanshi Tianzun wins!"