Among the skills he acquired from Jinguang Temple, there are two types of martial arts recorded.

It can be used to strengthen the muscles and bones and condense the qi and blood in daily life, and it can also be used to attack and kill enemies.

Xie Duanyang went to the ring to compete with others because he wanted to measure and hone his attainments in the "Ming Wang Jue" and would not use other heretical methods.

Now, he is using the thirty-sixth way of capturing the dragon that he usually practices the most.

This martial art is no more powerful or sharper than the other one.

But the mana is everywhere, and a whirlpool of power naturally arises.

Even the magic weapon that has been practiced by the opponent will inevitably be affected and interfered with, and it can no longer be used freely.

But I saw his palms and fingers changing and flying, and little bits of flames rose up and filled the air, scattering in the void around the tiger.

Finally, a flaming dragon condensed, circling around and flying in the air.

The scales are bright and fierce.

The fire dragon stalked towards the tiger without giving up.

Although his body is far less solid than his opponent's, his aura does not appear weak.

I feel that my connection with the tiger has become obscured, and my magic power seems to be draining away.

The majestic monk's expression changed, he hurriedly summoned his magic power, controlled the colorful tiger to fight back, and staged a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.

The tiger is successful because it has a strong foundation and a monster soul filling it.

At the beginning, they had an absolute advantage and killed the fire dragon until its broken scales and armor were scattered all over the sky.

However, this fire dragon was created purely by Xie Duanyang's magic power. As long as his magic power is not exhausted and his spiritual thoughts are still there, it can be regenerated continuously.

It's like a magic but not a magic, it's a bit subtle.

Originally this was the advantage of the opponent's Tiger Protector God, but his attainments in spiritual consciousness and the Heart Lamp Technique were not as good as Xie Duanyang's, so it turned into a disadvantage.

Every time he hovers in the sky, the suction power coming from his body will increase a bit, turning the situation back towards him.

and……

Xie Duanyang didn't just use the Dragon Capturing Hand to control the fire dragon from a distance.

He also went up, shooting and slashing continuously, hitting the tiger separately, attacking from both inside and outside.

Watching tigers roar and dragons roar is exciting and lively.

But in Xie Duanyang's view, it was very monotonous and had nothing to say.

Just treat the other party as a living partner, and constantly become familiar with the various changes in the supporting methods of "Ming Wang Jue".

Seeing him being so "positive", the majestic monk was so sad that he almost vomited blood.

It's not that he didn't want to use other magical weapons or spells to deal with Xie Duanyang.

Just maintaining the existence of Tiger, the protector god, already consumes most of his energy, and he really can't spare his extra energy.

Although he also practices the Heart Lamp Technique, and his spiritual awareness exceeds that of ordinary monks, his attainments are mediocre after all, and they are just a drop in the bucket in a high-intensity battle.

Since he couldn't do it, the majestic monk no longer wasted his efforts and only focused on controlling the tiger.

His realm is a little higher than Xie Duanyang's, and he doesn't believe how much the other person's consciousness can be stronger than his own.

Xie Duanyang did not release his magical weapon, but only used the dragon-capturing hand to defeat the enemy. He was also considered to be facing the same situation as himself.

Just like that, you came and I went, and half an hour passed.

Xie Duanyang tapped his toes and flew away gracefully.

After dissipating all his magic power, he clasped his palms together and said to the majestic monk opposite who looked even worse with a slightly pale face.

"Senior brother, I accept the offer."

At this point in the battle, the opponent's tiger protector has been destroyed three times in a row.

His magic power and spiritual consciousness have fallen to the bottom.

No matter how much he squeezes it at this time, he cannot regenerate it.

"Junior brother Zhenru is really amazing."

Putting the languid tiger shadow back into the Zen staff and magical weapon, and nourishing it with his spiritual consciousness, the majestic monk groaned, admitted defeat, and jumped down from the stage.

Xie Duanyang shook his head and chuckled, but did not follow him out of the fighting stage.

Instead, he sat on the spot with his feet crossed and lotus position.

He regained his magic power in front of a group of Buddhist cultivators.

The recovery of mana is fake. With the condensation of his true mana, the consumption just now is really nothing.

He took the opportunity to digest what he had learned during the fight just now and help himself practice the "Ming King Jue" better.

Waiting for some time, Xie Duanyang stood up in high spirits, while other monks who were waiting for him jumped up from the martial arts arena.
Chapter completed!