Chapter 126: Dou Ling Shu, Three-Headed Demon Dragon!

  "That Yi Chen is not simple, just entering the quasi-Huang soul realm for a short time, can already fight evenly with Mo Jian Shi who has long been promoted to the quasi-Huang soul realm." A series of comparisons came one after another, and everyone present was shocked.

  Time flew by, and the three people on the field were unwilling to continue wasting time. Each of their sleeves released a dazzling light.

  Yi Chen's eyes moved, now only three people were left, it was easy to appear two against one, he didn't dare to take the lead, and waited for changes.

  "Hiss"

  Mo Si Hua glanced at Yi Chen, then slightly furrowed his brow. A dazzling ray of light shot out from the texture disk, heading straight for the head of the blue-robed Magic Mirror Master.

  Seeing this situation, Yi Chen's mind quickly turned around, and then the texture moved forward, a seven-foot-long knife was formed, and it chopped towards the green-robed Magic Mirror Master.

  Simultaneously suffering the attacks of both men, Qing Yi's expression turned grave. A wave of intense light seeped out from the pattern disk, forming a shield.

  "Boom." The attacks of Yi Chen and the other person collided with the shield, directly tearing it open. The heavy impact landed on the body of the blue-robed magic mirror master, a dull thud echoing out.

  Although he was hit, the Qingyi Demon Mirror Master only trembled slightly and still stood firmly in place, with a thread of fresh blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

  "Could it be that he has treasures on his body?"

  Yi Chen's face showed surprise as he accepted the attacks from both of them, still without suffering any harm, and that was all there was to it.

  The Qingyi Demon Mirror Master revealed a ferocious expression, and the golden light of the patterned disk shot out. A mad dragon burst out, bringing with it a torrent of demonic energy that swept towards Yi Chen.

  "Boom."

  Just as Yi Chen was about to counterattack, a cyan light burst forth and struck the demonic dragon, tearing it apart.

  Seeing this situation, Yi Chen turned his head to look and found that it was Mo Si Hui who helped him block the attack. Why the opponent did this made Yi Chen extremely surprised.

  Under Yichens gaze, Mosi Hua smiled faintly and then another dazzling energy burst out of the seal disk, targeting the blue-robed magic mirror master.

  "Is he going to join forces with me?"

  Very quickly, Yi Chen came to such a conclusion. He didn't hesitate at all. A deadly arrow took shape and shot towards the blue-robed Demon Mirror Master.

  This time, neither of them showed any mercy. The cyan-robed Magic Mirror Master, despite having a treasure to protect himself, was directly knocked flying by the joint attack of Yi Chen and the other person, falling from the high platform.

  "It's too crazy! The two of them actually joined forces to take down a Magic Mirror Master. The final champion will be born between the two of them!" The crowd erupted in shock and amazement.

  Yi Si Qing's face lit up with a relieved smile on the observation deck, and even if Yi Chen didn't win the championship, the Yi family would still make a big name for themselves.

  But Gu Huo and others looked very bad, this result was contrary to their expectations.

  "The champion, I must get it." Yi Chen's mouth hooked up, looking calmly at Mo Si Hua, while the speed of drawing in his hand did not slow down.

  "Want to be the champion? Ask me first." Mo Si Hua shouted, and then a pattern burst out of his sleeve, shooting past Xuan Yi like a meteor.

  That momentum was extremely terrifying. Yi Chen didn't think the opponent had such strength, his face changed slightly, and he condensed a giant heavenly sword to slash over.

  A loud "boom" shook the air, but Yi Chen was still affected by it. His body trembled and he stumbled, almost falling over.

  "So strong! Did he just hide his true strength earlier?" Yi Chen's mind was shocked, never expecting Mo Si Hua to have such a move.

  "That Mo Si Hua is too strong, Yi Chen clearly suffered a loss from that last move."

  "Just entering the quasi-Huang soul realm, the gap with those who entered early is huge. It's normal for Yi Chen to lose." Not a few murmurs rose from the crowd.

  "The championship belongs to me only." Mosui's face was filled with pride, the needle moving swiftly on the tattoo disk, and then more than twenty tattoo lines transformed into purple lightning, striking towards Yicheng.

  The aura was terrifying, and Yi Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. The texture of the artifact flashed with a dazzling light, forming a ball of light that wrapped around Yi Chen like a cocoon.

  "Boom."

  More than twenty purple lightning bolts poured down, and the dull thunderous sound continued to spread out until it blocked the nineteenth one. The light group was torn apart, and a breathtaking purple lightning bolt struck towards Yì Chén's head.

  A strong sense of crisis struck, Yi Chen didn't dare to take it lightly, and quickly transferred the embroidered disk to another table while holding it in his hand. At the same time, a thunderous sound was heard, and the previous table was split into powder.

  "Wow, that's so strong! If it wasn't for dodging just now, I'm afraid I would have lost my life on the spot." Many voices of admiration rose.

  "Don't blame me for being impolite then."

  He narrowed his eyes, and a sharp light flashed through them. Yi Chen frantically urged on his soul power, the patterns on the disk flashing with dazzling light, weaving together into a magnificent beast that filled the sky.

  "Kill!" A chilling note sounded out, and Yi Chen's spear thrust forward. The giant beast charged towards Mo Si Hua with an extremely terrifying momentum.

  "You're no match for me."

  Mo Si's expression was stern, and with a few rises and falls of his sleeve, several strands of silk threads intertwined to form a giant tripod that pressed down, colliding with the gigantic beast in the sky.

  A strong ripple came, and Yi Chen was affected, with fresh blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. Mo Sihuai, however, remained unscathed.

  "That Yi Chen really isn't Mo Si Hui's match, it seems he's not far from defeat." Many people in the crowd pointed and whispered to each other about Yi Chen.

  "What kind of person is he?" Yi Chen's face was solemn, staring intently at Mo Si Hua, a magic mirror master with no background, it was impossible for him to have such a high level of magic mirror skills.

  "I said the championship belongs to me alone, but if you want to die, I don't mind sending you on your way."

  Moxi's complexion was proud and arrogant, the patterns on his body were constantly changing, forming a perfect pattern, weaving into a seven-colored lotus flower that floated above his head, its terrifying aura causing space to distort.

  "What a terrifying aura! This kind of Dou Ling Shu is really too frightening!" Some cultivators who were closer by had shocked expressions on their faces, hastily retreating a distance away.

  "I didn't expect to see such a powerful technique in a place like this, it's truly unexpected. It seems that the little one from the Yi family won't be able to withstand it." Mo Duo's face showed surprise, but he quickly regained his composure.

  "Easy old man, just wait for your grandson to collect the body." Gu Huo's face was cold and gloomy. If Mo Si Hui succeeded, it would actually be doing him a great favor.

  Yi Si furrowed his brow and did not refute it. He looked at Yi Chen with a worried gaze together with Yi Kui.

  "Don't think you're the only one with such a strong Dou Ling technique." Yi Chen's face didn't show even a hint of fear, his eyes narrowing slightly.

  "You can try whatever you want, don't blame me for not giving you a chance to struggle." Mo Si's expression was arrogant, the green lotus floating above his head swelled up a bit, its aura becoming even more terrifying.

  Upon hearing this, Yi Chen didn't say much more, crazily mobilizing his soul power, his hands crazily dancing with speed to the extreme, one after another brilliant divine light splashing out from the pattern disk.

  "Roar." Immediately afterwards, a dragon's roar echoed from the patterned disc, and a massive demonic beast burst into the sky, circling above Yi Chen's head. It was a three-headed demon dragon.

  "That's the Three-Headed Demon Dragon, isn't that Rock Mirror's Soul Fighting Technique? Back then, Rock Mirror relied on this very technique to win the championship."

  "That's right, I was also present at the Mo Jian Shi conference that year. It's just very strange how he could have this set of Dou Ling techniques." Many people said in an incredulous tone.

  "That old thing has actually passed on the entire Dou Ling technique to him, it seems he must be in the Yi Manor." Iwasa's eyes had a cold glint.

  After seeing Yi Chen use the Dou Ling Zhi Shu, Mo Si Hua's face showed a strange expression, but it was quickly withdrawn.

  "Dou Ling's Technique - Phantom Fire Golden Lotus!"

  His complexion unchanged, Mo Si's heart was cold as he swiftly swung his sword forward. The lotus flower floating above his head released a dazzling light that shot towards Yi Chen with overwhelming momentum.

  "Dou Ling's Technique - Three-Headed Demon Dragon!"

  Wherever he sat, the patterns in his hand changed constantly, and then swung forward. The three-headed demon dragon spinning on top of his head, with a fierce demonic energy, collided with the Yuhuo Golden Lotus.

  Boom

  A deafening sound reverberated through the air, a terrifying aura swept in all directions, and many cultivators were shocked and hastily retreated.

  A strong wind began to stir on the high platform, and the dust and sand filled the sky, blocking the view of the platform.

  "How's it going? Who won?" Unable to see inside, everyone was puzzled.

  "It's hard to say who will win or lose, but I guess Mo Si Hui will win, after all, he has been suppressing Yi Chen from the beginning."

  "Yeah, I agree too. After all, Yi Chen just entered the quasi-Huang soul realm not long ago and shouldn't be Mo Si Hui's opponent." Quite a few affirmative voices rose from the crowd.

  Boom

  Just then, a dull thud sounded from the high platform, and a figure flew out under everyone's gaze, heavily falling to the ground.

  "Must be Moshi!"

  When they saw the figure clearly, everyone's face showed a look of shock, because he was actually Mo Si Hui, who had originally been highly favored to win!

  At this time, Mo Si Hua looked extremely wretched, constantly coughing out fresh blood, his face deathly pale and completely losing the arrogant look he had before.

  "He lost, did the little guy from Yi family win?" The crowd couldn't believe it and looked up at the high platform.

  The strong wind on the high platform gradually subsided, and after the dust settled, a straight figure was exposed in the air, it was Yi Chen!

  Although he looked fine, his body had many small wounds, his face was pale, and the hand holding the tattoo machine was trembling.

  Now that he was the only one left on the high platform, there was no need to identify the soul spirit stone again. He directly erased the pattern drawn on the nearly completed atlas.

  Wiping away the bloodstains from his mouth corner, Yi Chen walked to the edge of the high platform with a completely expressionless face, gazing at his defeated opponent with an indifferent gaze.

  "You lost." A sentence without any emotion echoed through Central Square, causing the originally noisy square to fall silent.