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Chapter 1010 Shi Tiangang(1/3)

The swordsmanship is in the inner field, with dense forests.

Shi Tiangang is chasing, Mo Hua is running away.

Mo Hua escaped in a hurry, his back was panicked, like a deer running around with his life.

Shi Tiangang sneered, looked majestic, Vajra's tall and mighty, and his steps were like the wind, like a tiger hunting prey.

Countless audiences outside the venue watched this scene, feeling refreshed and happy.

"You have this hateful ink painting, too."

"Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, not that we will not be rewarded, and the time has not come."

They could all see that as long as Shi Tiangang approached the ink painting and pinched it gently, he could pinch the ink painting to death.

And what they were looking forward to was such a scene.

In the forest.

Shi Tiangang is really getting closer to the ink painting step by step. He is a physical cultivation practice that has been tempered for thousands of times, and his body movement is obviously faster than ink painting.

But Shi Tiangang was not careless either.

He knew that ink paintings were definitely not as simple as they looked, and it was even more impossible to wait for death.

Moreover, ink painting is the leader of the formation.

Even though he was making a living by "spells" during the sword contest, he would inevitably leave some formation methods.

Sure enough, after not walking for a long time, the ground was raising rocks and soil fell, forming a trap that trapped Shi Tiangang.

Second-grade intermediate formation: Liusha Mountain Lock Formation.

Shi Tiangang didn't care.

He crossed his arm and smashed the chains of rocks. The blood and energy under his feet shook, shaking the quicksand, and jumped, then broke free from the formation trap.

The sword contest has its own limitations on formations, and even the ink painting cannot exert much of the strength of the formation.

The second-grade intermediate formation cannot trap Shi Tiangang for how long it takes.

But after being delayed by the formation for this time, Mo Hua ran away a little further.

Shi Tiangang continued to chase, his strode like a meteor, and a few flashes, approaching the ink painting again.

Mo Hua was shocked and activated his body skills to the extreme.

He used a water-based body technique, with a skillful footwork and a high speed. When he escaped, there was a water flow tangled.

The origin of this body technique, Shi Tiangang, and many Taoist elders outside the field, can be seen at a glance.

Flowing water steps.

This is a rare but not very clever water system escape method.

It is very consistent with the low-level five elements of ink painting and all things are known.

Moreover, this body technique is very skillful in ink painting.

But Shi Tiangang saw it and sneered in his heart.

How can a mere basic five elements body technique be compared with his Vajra Gate’s golden steps?

Shi Tiangang continued to chase after him with great strides, and there were some formations, roadblocks, talismans and other tricks along the way to stop him, but he could not stop him at all.

Ink painting soon became "the skills of the donkey were exhausted".

The formation and talismans are used up all the times, and the low-level magic is useless.

He has exhausted all his methods.

Mo Hua had no choice but to run away with all his life. But his only remaining body movement was not as good as Shi Tiangang.

The thin back exudes a sense of despair.

The audience outside the venue applauded and applauded.

And soon, the scene they were looking forward to happened.

Shi Tiangang approached Mo Hua, his eyes were sharp, his body was like a tiger and wolf, and the Vajra was spreading on his big hand, just like a Buddha reborn, capturing the little girl and pulling him towards Mo Hua.

Everyone was a little nervous.

But the next moment, a flash of water at the fingertips flashed, and Shi Tiangang's palm was empty.

Shi Tiangang looked closely and saw Mo Hua fall down flat on the ground, dodging his Vajra hand, rolling in, turning into the grass next to him, and using the dense shrubs to cover the traces.

Shi Tiangang did not hesitate and immediately punched him.

The fist wind plowed open the land, causing the rocks to shatter, and the grass and trees to turn into powder.

But behind the bushes, it was empty and there was no trace of ink paintings.

Shi Tiangang frowned.

He swept his spiritual sense and suddenly looked behind him. Not far away, Mo Hua jumped out of the forest and ran away in panic.

Shi Tiangang immediately chased after him. When he got closer, he punched him again, and golden light filled with him.

But Mo Hua seemed to have noticed it, and his body flashed in advance, like a premonition, avoided his punch, and then got into the bush.

As soon as Shi Tiangang stepped under his feet, the Vajra power spread from the soles of his feet, cracking a crack and winding to the shrub.

Then the entire shrub was blown away by force.

Rocks were everywhere, mud and sand mixed with wood chips fell down one after another.

But there is still no figure in ink painting.

A ray of breath came from behind him. Shi Tiangang turned around and looked back, and saw another sneaky figure running towards the distance.

It is ink painting.

Shi Tiangang gritted his teeth and chased after him again. Seeing that he was about to catch up, Mo Hua drilled behind a big stone.

Shi Tiangang punched the huge rock to pieces, but behind the big stone, there was no figure of Mo Hua.

There was not even a breath at all.

Then after a moment, Mo Hua jumped out of nowhere, looked at Shi Tiangang, ran away.

Even though Shi Tiangang was steady in his heart, he was also furious and angry by the ink painting at this time.

His eyes were like a Vajra. While he was breathing, he was roaring with a tiger. He mobilized his spiritual energy from the sea of ​​energy, activated the indestructible power of the Vajra to the extreme, and used it all to the three Yang meridians under his feet.

Then he stepped hard, and the ground cracked, and the golden light flashed, but Shi Tiangang rushed straight to the ink painting like a cannonball.

Mo Hua's steps were light and he walked around behind a big tree.

The next moment, the tree was knocked into powder by a magnificent golden body.

But behind the big tree, there is still no shadow of ink painting.

Shi Tiangang turned his head and found that Mo Hua appeared behind him at some point again, and fled to the distance with a flowing water step.

Shi Tiangang finally realized something was wrong and was shocked:

"This kid is confused and has a treacherous whereabouts... What kind of weird body tricks are he using?"

Shi Tiangang is confused by the authorities.

But the bystanders are clear.

Outside the sword competition, above Fang Tian’s shadow, almost all the monks watching the battle could see clearly.

The ink painting is not a clever body technique at all.

His body movement has always been the most basic flowing step.

However, he added concealment techniques based on the flowing water step!

Shi Tiangang chased, Mo Hua escaped. Whenever he couldn't escape, Mo Hua would sneak into the bushes, hide in huge rocks, or hide behind trees.

He used mountains, stones, forests and trees to cover his vision, and without knowing it, he used the concealment technique to hide his body. Under Shi Tiangang's nose, he slowly circled around and walked behind him.

Then he removed the concealment, exposed his body, and continued to seduce Shi Tiangang to run far away.

Speaking of which, it's not very clever.

It is the basic flowing step, plus the hidden hidden technique of secret rubbing.

These outsiders can see clearly at a glance.

But Shi Tiangang was in the game, but he was like a leaf obstructing his eyes, wandering around like a headless fly, and he could not see through the routine of ink paintings.

The audience was anxious for him.

"Scene technique!"

"Why can't Shi Tiangang understand such a simple trick?"

"I was so big that I was wandering around by the hidden technique. I was so big, I was really like a golden fool..."

Most monks are anxious and angry.
To be continued...
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