Wang Ai raised his hands covered with blood and broken flesh, and his eyes gradually turned red. He felt two nameless flames rising from his feet, burning through his internal organs and rushing straight to the spiritual platform. Wang Ai shouted at Wei Changfeng with all his strength: "I want you to die!" At this time, the Wang family and the secret techniques were not important, and he didn't even care who was on the other side. His mind was full of the word revenge. Wang Ai dragged his fat body, took out a scroll from his arms, and rushed towards Wei Changfeng. Wei Changfeng knew that the other party was one of the ten masters, so he didn't dare to be careless, and immediately let Xiong Facai's clone go up. The giant bear wearing black armor jumped up, and when it was still in the air, it spit out evil wind like a fine knife to scrape towards Wang Ai. Wang Ai enveloped himself with Qi and unfolded the scroll. There was only a huge word "death" on the scroll. After the scroll was unfolded, the word released a dense black gas, jumped out of the paper, and flew towards Wei Changfeng. After all, it is more effective to attack the main body directly to deal with such a player who is good at summoning. So Wang Ai ignored the black bear clone that was rushing towards him and directly launched the strongest attack. As for his own safety, it was no longer important. Unfortunately, he miscalculated a little, that is, Wei Changfeng's power was borrowed, and his mind was only used as a trigger, so his ability was activated very quickly. Before the word "death" flew in front of Wei Changfeng, a red giant appeared in front of him, with red flames floating on its body. As soon as the word "death" approached, it was burned to ashes by the red flames. After all, the properties of crimson magic are extremely destructive, and they are even more effective against alien energy. The crimson clone was an extremely irritable and difficult to control existence. As soon as it was summoned, it was attacked and of course it was furious.
The crimson clone appeared in front of Wang Ai with a move of snake retreating from the mountains. Wang Ai had been pampered for many years and had basically no experience in front-line combat. The strong wind brought by the clone made him unstable and he sat on the ground. When he got up from the ground, he felt a heavy sense of oppression enveloping him. The red giant pulled his fists to his waist, and his muscles bulged high. The red flames burned on his body, distorting the air, making it difficult to see the huge figure clearly. Wang Ai, who was facing the clone, seemed to see a four-horned strange bull in a trance, with poisonous snakes wrapped around the bull. "Top...horn...pierce...mountain..." This time, neither Wei Changfeng nor Li Zhuoguang stopped him. Wei Changfeng was a little stunned because things happened too fast. As for Li Zhuoguang, he had no good feelings towards those who bully others and rob others by force. After all, people don't look good when they see their own kind. A red strange bull appeared between the two fists of the clone, and it lowered its head and chopped its horns, rushing towards Wang Ai with unparalleled momentum. For a scatterbrain like him who relied on the old Qian family to become one of the ten masters, his strength was actually just that. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be lucky to get a handful of ashes after being hit by the killing move of the barbarian bull fist. But the accident still happened. After all, this is Longhu Mountain. Wang just blew himself up, which caught the old Taoist priest off guard and he couldn't react at all. But if Wang Ai also died here, the old Taoist priest would have no way to defend himself. The golden light curtain rose from the ground and blocked between the strange bull and Wang Ai. The bull's head suddenly hit the light wall, causing a crack. "The Yangtze River's waves behind push the waves ahead." The old Taoist couldn't help but sigh, but the next moment, the light wall formed by the Golden Light Mantra became more solid. Seeing that the organizers had gone down to mediate, Wei Changfeng also wisely prepared to disband the clone. But he suddenly found that there were other people controlling the clone. Wei Changfeng turned around and looked at the position of Li Zhuoguang in the stands, only to see Li Zhuoguang winking at him. Wei Changfeng then released the control of the clone. Li Zhuoguang's idea was very simple, just to show off his muscles. You know, Lu Jin hated Quan Xing to the bone because of Wu Gensheng, and he didn't have a good face for other evil demons. As for their group, they had nothing to do with the righteous people, so Li Zhuoguang planned to take this opportunity to let everyone present know that they were not vegetarians, uh...except Ariana. If anyone wanted to break their promise and gain something, they had to consider whether they could withstand the revenge. Under Li Zhuoguang's control, the clone took a half step back and took another starting stance. Qin Daniu, who was sitting next to Li Zhuoguang, recognized that it was the starting stance of the Snake Shadow Fist's killer move, Snake Dance in Spring Breeze, but it was slightly different. "Bull... Ghost... Snake... God..." The red giant stretched out his arms and pulled the golden light wall with a strong wind. As soon as the fist touched the light wall, it burst with explosive force and exploded on the surface of the light wall.
The fist was retracted with the help of the explosive air force and pulled back again. This is a new move developed by Li Zhuoguang combining the Bull Fist and the Snake Shadow Fist. The red giant has been continuous and unstoppable since the first punch. Not only that, his fists are getting faster and faster. The light wall, which had been strengthened, began to crack again. The old Taoist priest's eyes focused, and white lightning began to flash between his palms. Yang Wu Lei attached to the light wall, and every time the red giant punched, he would be counterattacked by thunder magic. The tentacles wrapped around the giant's fists had begun to break. But these minor injuries did not slow down the giant's punching speed, but made him more excited. Accompanied by the roar from the head wrapped in tentacles, the giant punched harder and faster. Seeing that the opponent had no intention of stopping, the old Taoist priest shook his head slightly. There was lightning jumping in the clouds above the ring. As if inspired, the frequency of the lightning jumping became higher and higher, and it gathered in one place. Until the clouds that had begun to turn dark could no longer hold the lightning, and it rushed down like mercury. The clone was bathed in lightning, roaring to the sky, and the flames on his body became stronger and soared into the sky, as if resisting the lightning. Li Zhuoguang thought the time was right, so he hinted to Wei Changfeng with his eyes. Wei Changfeng understood and encouraged his mind to summon a stronger clone. Feeling the pressure from Wei Changfeng, even the old Taoist priest had a little sweat on his forehead: "Come again?!" Li Zhuoguang quickly cut off the energy supply, making Wei Changfeng unable to use it. Wei Changfeng turned around, and when Li Zhuoguang winked at him again, Wei Changfeng realized that he had misunderstood. Waving his hand, he cancelled the clone. The clone disappeared without a trace as if destroyed by thunder. The old Taoist priest looked at Li Zhuoguang meaningfully, and without saying a word, he pulled Wang Ai back to the main stand. The Taoist priest who presided over the competition announced that the winner was Wei Changfeng as if he had just woken up from a dream. The old Taoist priest who returned to the main stand looked at the distraught Wang Ai, sighed helplessly, and ordered the Taoist boy to help him go to the temple to wash. The Taoist boy named Xiao Yuzi helped Wang Ai away.