Time passes minute by minute.
More than half a moment has passed since Mr. Xu used the secret technique. Although Shen Dachui and others were suppressed in a panic, they were always able to avert danger at critical moments and did not suffer any fatal blows.
After being unable to defeat his opponent for a long time, Mr. Xu gradually felt impatient and impatient. The strength in his hands became heavier and heavier, but his moves became more monotonous and dull.
He found to his dismay that during the battle, the girl in red and the girl in green using a sword on the opposite side were actually getting stronger.
The two were originally unfamiliar with swordsmanship and knife skills, but under his pressure, they actually became proficient at a very fast speed. Moreover, the grades of these two swordsmanship and sword skills were definitely above gold. From then on,
When used in the hands of an Earth Wheel cultivator, it can even bring a slight threat to him.
In comparison, the spiritual skills used by another woman who was slightly two years older than them were far inferior. However, this woman's combat awareness was very sophisticated and she was often able to make appropriate actions at the right time.
It makes up for the lack of experience of the other two girls very well.
This generation of Wen Dao Academy is really full of talents!
The high-quality weapons, outstanding spiritual skills, and high-grade exercises made Mr. Xu no longer have any doubts about the identity of this group of people as the "Wen Dao Academy."
Perhaps the efficacy of the secret technique was gradually declining, and Mr. Xu felt faintly dizzy. He was frightened and frightened. He never expected that he would be forced into such a situation even after using the secret technique to save his life.
At this time, Liu Qiqi's sword and Zheng Yueting's sword struck again from the left and right directions. As if to overcome the fear in his heart, Mr. Xu roared, and the spiritual power in his palm was stimulated to the extreme, pushing hard
Zheng Yueting turned to the right, forcing the girl in green to use her body skills to dodge.
Just when his full palm failed and his body was in an extremely brief state of stiffness, he heard a soft "squeak" sound coming from behind him.
Realizing that there was a sneak attack, Mr. Xu had no time to change his moves. The experienced man slightly adjusted the thrust of his right palm and reluctantly turned his body 180 degrees to face the sneak attacker.
Seeing the appearance of the sneak attacker, it was the hateful young man who was yelling.
Accompanying the young man was a dazzling sword light that flashed like lightning and a rainbow in the sky.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the air seemed to freeze. The cycle of life and death passed before my eyes, and all things withered and prospered. The dimensions of time and space were intertwined and focused into a little light!
It’s this trick again!
Mr. Xu's heart sank. Leng Wushuang's swordsmanship just now brought a lot of psychological shadow to him. The same move was performed in Zhong Wen's hands. It lacked the sense of concealment and charm, but had more panic.
, in terms of his understanding of sword moves alone, he is even better than Leng Wushuang.
Zhong Wen chose the perfect time to take action. Mr. Xu's body was in a slightly stiff state. Although he relied on his experienced fighting skills to avoid the heart, he was still stabbed in the chest by this earth-shattering sword.
After all, he is a Heavenly Wheel master who has used secret techniques, as if on stimulants. The spiritual power in his body is extremely strong. Zhong Wen's long sword pierced the bone, and he felt a powerful counter-shock force coming from Mr. Xu's body.
The top-quality sword mixed with Red Sunstone could no longer move forward an inch.
"Death!" Mr. Xu's blood-red eyes flashed fiercely. He held the sword in his left hand and pulled it out hard. The surging black flames in his right palm were heavily imprinted on Zhong Wen's shoulder.
"Zhong Wen!" Liu Qiqi and others' expressions changed drastically as they exclaimed.
Zhong Wen seemed to have expected it. He swallowed the Huitian Dan in his mouth with a gulp. He reached out with his left hand and grabbed Mr. Xu's wrist. He let go of his right hand and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.
At the same time, a dark, slender stick appeared in his right hand for some unknown reason. In front of the stick was a thin tube, with the mouth of the tube facing Mr. Xu's chest.
Divine fire gun!
Mr. Xu felt an inexplicable sense of crisis in his heart. When he was about to dodge, his right hand was grabbed by Zhong Wen, and he couldn't struggle for a moment.
Zhong Wen's eyes flashed, and with a move of his right thumb, he pressed the switch button on the handle of the divine fire gun. This powerful weapon filled with eight spiritual crystal slots suddenly burst out with a deafening roar, and the dazzling light instantly destroyed the virtual world.
Mr. surrounded and devoured.
The unparalleled impact force launched Zhong Wen away, and his body hit the black tower wall heavily. Heart-breaking pain hit him from behind, and bursts of pain came from the part of his chest where Mr. Xu's black flames had hit him.
The burning pain was felt, and almost at the same time, the remaining spiritual power in the body merged with the medicinal power of the Huitian Pill, and began to quickly repair the body's wounds.
"Hiss~" Zhong Wen grimaced in pain and looked down at his chest. He saw black flames burning tenaciously on the surface of his skin for a while, but was finally extinguished by the spiritual power in his body and failed to spread.
The bet was right! It really has something to do with the level of the skill.
He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling slightly palpitated.
At this time, the bright light from the divine fire gun had disappeared, and the smoke caused by the explosion gradually dispersed. Shen Dachui and others looked nervously in the direction where Mr. Xu was standing.
The place where the heavenly wheel master originally stood was actually empty, with only a few pieces of white cloth scattered around, indicating that the owner of the clothes once existed here.
Zhong Wen came back to his senses and found that he was still holding a piece of Mr. Xu's severed arm tightly in his left hand.
"Okay, what a terrifying weapon." Shen Dachui opened his mouth wide and was frightened by the divine fire gun in Zhong Wen's hand.
Even though Nangong Ling already knew the existence of the divine fire gun and saw its fully loaded blow, she was still shocked. As for the other girls, they were even more shocked when they witnessed the destruction of a Holy Land master.
Can't tell the difference between reality and fantasy.
"Zhong Wen, are you okay?" After staying for a long time, Zheng Yueting quickly came to Zhong Wen and asked with concern.
"A small injury, it doesn't matter." Zhong Wen grinned, accidentally touching the wound, and couldn't help but make a "hissing" sound again.
Although the Huitian Pill is powerful, the pain caused by repairing the wound does not diminish at all.
With Shen Xiaowan's support, Leng Wushuang slowly came to Zhong Wen. Looking at the blackened palm prints on his chest, the girl's eyes turned red, her nose felt sore, and she couldn't help but shed tears of distress.
"Wushuang, I'm fine." Zhong Wen felt soft when he saw Leng Wushuang weeping. He stood up unsteadily and gently held her in his arms.
"I have promised to protect you, and I am by your side..." Leng Wushuang sobbed, her shoulders leaning on Zhong Wen's chest trembling slightly, "But I still caused you to be so seriously injured, didn't I
Very useless?"
"Silly girl, if you hadn't sacrificed your life to save Mr. Shen, all of us would have been doomed." Zhong Wen gently stroked the girl's hair, gently pecked her white cheek, and comforted, "Yes.
You saved us all."
"That's right, Miss Leng, if you hadn't blocked me for a moment, I'm afraid the old man would have gone to see the King of Hell." Shen Dachui was still a little frightened when he thought of the unexpected incident just now.
"No, no, I..." Leng Wushuang was thin-skinned. After being praised by the two people, he was so shy that he couldn't even speak clearly.
"A master of the Heavenly Wheel in the Holy Land..." Liu Qiqi lowered her head and stared at the sword in her hand with her big eyes. She was silent for a long time, wondering what she was thinking.
"Mr. Shen, Uncle Leng and Zhong Wen are all injured. Why don't we just take a rest on the second floor and slowly explore the ruins? What do you think?" Nangong Ling suggested.
"That's right." Shen Dachui nodded repeatedly. The battle just now was so dangerous that he had never seen in his life. Everyone present was exhausted, and for the moment they really weren't in the mood to continue hunting for treasure.
"Qiqi, take out the food you brought, Tingting, spread the tablecloth here..." Nangong Ling gave instructions in an orderly manner...
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Bingji Island has a unique climate, with winter-like weather all year round.
It is said that the entire island was transformed from the corpse of an ancient ice dragon. The island is covered with ice and snow all year round, which is where the name "Ice Chi" comes from.
In the center of the island, there are square spiers and pavilions with unique shapes evenly arranged intermittently. It is unknown what kind of material they are made of. The surface is frozen into ice cubes, which does not affect the performance of the material at all. On the contrary, it is like a building of crystal.
Like a building, it is crystal clear and sparkling under the light. Looking from a distance, the whole area is like a snow-white fairy tale kingdom, full of romance.
In one of the tall and spacious buildings, there are more than twenty rows of seats neatly arranged like an auditorium. The Bingji Island disciples in white are sitting in a dense crowd, staring at the raised platform in front of them as if watching a movie.
Above, there are several figures sitting, who are the candidates from the Five Holy Lands to participate in this seminar on ancient divine literature.
At this time, nine people including Master Ning, Old Monster Yan, Shen Suanzi and Chu Lingfeng were sitting in a circle. In the center of the circle stood a slim figure, with a snow-white gown reflecting the face of a moon-shy flower, holding a cup in his hands.
A book full of talk.
This beautiful figure is none other than Ning Jie, nicknamed "Little Master Ning".
"...So according to my judgment, the meaning of this paragraph is that the operating rules of this skill are contrary to other skills, and it is absolutely impossible to practice them at the same time. If you want to practice this skill, you must first disperse your own skills.
..." Ning Jie's voice was soft and full of confidence, which was intoxicating. "...The above is my rough interpretation of the twelve difficult questions in this seminar. Please correct me, seniors."
"Mr. Ning, is she really your granddaughter?" Old Monster Yan was dumbfounded, and even spoke a little awkwardly, "Why do you feel that this little girl's attainments in divine literature are much better than yours."
"Of course he is his biological child. You can tell by looking at his appearance." Ning Fuzi was very proud. His baby granddaughter's performance was so amazing that he felt proud and proud for the first time in a long time.
Old Monster Yan looked at Mrs. Ning's dark, simple face, and then at Ning Jie's stunning appearance. He really didn't understand the connection between the two people's looks.
"That's it, that's it." Shen Shuanzi wrote quickly on the paper, with a look of sudden realization on his face. Ning Jie's speech just now actually solved a problem that has been lingering in his mind for decades, "It's amazing, it's really amazing.
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"Is this the difference between geniuses and ordinary people?" Chu Lingfeng smiled bitterly. In the eyes of others, he was already a once-in-a-century genius. However, after seeing Ning Jie's performance, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.
feel.
Elder Xue Qianxun from Bingji Island stroked his beard, and the admiration on his face could not be concealed: "With this woman here, the revival of Wendao Academy is unstoppable!"
Behind these four elders, the rookies of divine literature from the four holy places all looked with ardent eyes at Ning Jie, who was holding an ancient book in the center of the raised platform. She was as beautiful as a fairy and exuded an intellectual aura, and there was no lack of admiration in their eyes.
At this time, Ning Jie on the stage stared blankly at the book in her hand without saying a word.
Are these the theological elites of the major holy places? Compared with Brother Zhong, they are completely different and disappointing.
I don’t know where Brother Zhong got the book "The Art of Reading Ancient Divine Texts". After studying it for the past two days, it is really wonderful and enlightening.
Thinking of Zhong Wen, the corners of Ning Jie's mouth slightly raised. Her graceful figure shone brightly under the refraction of ice crystals, exuding a fairy-like aura.
This chapter has been completed!