Chapter 94: Fighting the Heroes (1)

Tang Ao's clean and tidy test caused the warriors present to put away their contempt, and began to attach importance to the seventeenth son He Lin.
"Hurry up and try it out, don't dawdle!" Tang Ao put on the shoe pad and provokes the disciples behind He Yuanjun.
"The elders let me go!" A disciple with the body forging stage nine-layer cultivation base begged Huo Ping, and then several martial artists with the body-building stage nine-layer cultivation base asked to fight, and there were even one or two nine-layer peak cultivation bases. The warrior requested to fight.
Fu Fu pondered for a moment, and pointed to a warrior wearing a black robe, "Song Yuanlong, you go. Don't be careless."
"Yes! Elder!" Song Yuanlong jumped out of the stands and landed on the Qiankun stage, holding his fists and bowing to Tang Ao, "Ruthless door, Song Yuanlong!"
This person who came to challenge was much more polite than the previous one, and Tang Ao also clasped his fists in return, "Seven Killers! Tang Ao! Please!"
Song Yuanlong didn't dare to hold it big, "drinking" Fu Xian's three life souls appeared on top of his head, a dark spirit ghost sword from the fourth heaven, a Tianze thin sword from the seventh heaven, and a red sword from the tenth heaven. Wind breaking axe.
As soon as the three souls of life appeared, He Yuanjun had a triumphant look on his face, "Huh. All the life souls of the three weapons are the main killers, and it depends on how your kid deals with it."
"Beat him to death!" He Yuanjun couldn't help but yelled, but he accidentally pulled the scar on his face and grinned in pain.
"Drink!"
Song Yuanlong's legs suddenly exerted strength, and rushed towards Tang Ao. The Tianze thin sword aimed at Tang Ao's bottom plate. Every time it attacked, it was unusually tricky and vicious; the dark spirit ghost sword just slashed around Tang Ao's chest. Open and close; and the big axe from the tenth heaven, the red wind breaking axe, has been hanging above Tang Ao's head, seemingly waiting for an opportunity to give Tang Ao a fatal blow.
Tang Ao was calm and composed, with the blessing of "Mysterious Legs", his legs suddenly violent, Song Yuanlong only saw a group of black shadows flashing by, attacking ahead and losing Tang Ao's target.
Song Yuanlong's face changed suddenly, "not good" and hurriedly directed the sword soul back to defense. Although the soul of the sword and the soul of the axe are powerful, they are not as flexible as the soul of the sword.
"Not bad!" Tang Ao flashed past Song Yuanlong's left side, and once again disappeared. In the attack just now, Tang Ao was only testing the degree of Song Yuanlong's reaction, but Tang Ao was quite satisfied.
"Look at the move!" Tang Ao's voice resounded again without knowing where it was, and Song Yuanlong was taken aback. He hurriedly recalled the Soul of the Blade and the Soul of Axe. The aura of his body suddenly rose, and the surrounding aura suddenly gathered around Song Yuanlong. As if the sky was getting dark, Song Yuanlong was full of gloomy air, and from time to time I could hear the howling of ghosts and wolves.
"Ah! Senior Brother Song is going to use the ghost knife!" A younger disciple behind He Yuanjun shouted excitedly, and the other disciples were also excited, waving clenched fists.
"Woo!" "Woo!"
Song Yuanlong seemed to be a different person, his eyes were red, his beard and hair stood upright, and black mist appeared from time to time, and there was a faint cry of ghosts.
This ghost knife is a martial skill that Song Yuanlong specially cultivated in order to cooperate with the dark spirit ghost sword, and it is also the life soul that fits best with him. Although not as good as the match between Baizhan Spear Spirit and Tang Ao, it was also easy to use.
"Ah! Can Young Master Tang win?" In the stands, He Lin squeezed Tang Ao's sweat, clutching his robe tightly with both hands, almost torn.
Ah Da was also quite anxious, "Hit him. Hit him! Why can't you fight back, but hit him!"
Ding Bo was quite calm, touching his white beard, hehe smiled and said, "Don't panic, Young Master. Although Young Master Tang's style of play is uncivilized, he hasn't revealed his life and soul yet. Even Zhou Ji did. Even the cultivators of the Nineth Heavens in the body forging realm can't stand the tricks of Young Master Tang, and it's not a problem to win Song Yuanlong. You don't have to worry, just watch with peace of mind."
After hearing this, He Lin and Ah Da gradually calmed down, and they were no longer irritable. They watched the competition quietly.
The boss He Yuanze held his chin and watched the match between Tang Ao and Song Yuanlong interestingly, "What kind of cultivation is this Tang Ao? How can he keep hiding and refuse to make moves."
A warrior behind him, with introverted aura and sharp eyes, could not tell at first glance that he was a master of body forging. He pondered slightly, "My son, Tang Ao is quite like a game with mice before cat and mouse."
"Oh?" He Yuanze was a little surprised. Qian Kun was arrogant about his life and death. Tang Ao actually played the game, "It's interesting."
The other princes were also surprised and curious watching the two on the court duel. They didn’t recognize the disciple’s mother in the first game, but dodged around in the second game, as if they were afraid of Song Yuanlong. , Just don't fight back.
A quarter of an hour passed, Song Yuanlong gradually lost his true energy, and a lot of sweat appeared on his forehead.
On the other hand, Tang Ao was still alive and well. "Mysterious Legs" ran around with his figure, avoiding Song Yuanlong's attacks again and again, and from time to time pretended to fight back, threatening Song Yuanlong.
Song Yuanlong called bitterness in his heart, like a fat man was stung a bag on his back, but he couldn't scratch it. There is nowhere to do it, there is no way to let it go, and I can't let it out, and I am suffocated.
In fact, Tang Ao's effect after experimenting with "Xuan Mian's Legs" was completed. After this quarter of an hour's calculation and verification, Tang Ao has a bottom in his heart.
"It's time to end!"
"Boom!"
The air in the northwest corner of the venue suddenly fluctuated, and a atmosphere spread quickly. Tang Ao’s figure gradually emerged. Everyone seemed to see the ancient battlefield with golden iron horses, flags shielding the sun, and yellow sand billowing. The gun body was rusty, but the gun head shot out with cold light, telling the desire to fight.
It is the soul of a hundred wars!
The Hundred Battle Spear Spirit turned from virtual to real on Tang Ao's head. Tang Aoyi grasped the "pop", shook out eight spears, and stabbed at Song Yuanlong. Without any fancy moves, and without causing any fluctuations in the air, it was such a simple and unpretentious Chao Song Yuanlong stabbing.
Song Yuanlong's pupils suddenly shrank, and the tip of the Spear Spirit of Hundred Battles grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, but his feet couldn't move at all as if rooting. It was shuddering, the fear from the depths of the soul bound his body.
The tip of the gun was like a broken bamboo, "Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!" Three beeps, one after another pierced the life-linking souls of the three automatically protected weapons, and the gun tip stopped abruptly when only one centimeter away from the forehead.
The aura that seemed like a backlash disappeared instantly, as if it had never existed, only the flying dust was telling the facts that happened before.
"I, I, gave up!"