A continuous sword light surrounded the skinny disciple, instantly smashing his protective spirit shield to pieces, and a flying sword hung in front of the man's throat.
The skinny disciple couldn't believe that he had lost in a battle with a monk of the same level before he actually made a move!
Although he was unwilling to do so, the skinny disciple did not say any harsh words due to the flying sword pressing against his throat.
Returning to the queue of monks from the Huajian Sect dejectedly, the skinny disciple felt that Senior Brother Fang's gaze was very sharp, and he lost all dignity. His face turned dark and he retreated behind everyone without saying a word.
Although he is annoyed that the opponent does not obey the command, Fang Yin actually has no means to punish the opponent now, but it will be different when he leads the team to win this match, so he will write down this account for the time being.
"Junior sister Hong, don't be greedy for credit, just do what we just discussed."
A beautiful female cultivator dressed in red next to Fang Yinchao warned her that the opponent's secret skills were the key to this competition and there must be no room for error.
"Don't worry, senior brother, Honglian knows the importance."
The female cultivator in red clothes smiled slightly, and she gave Fang Yin a flirtatious look without paying any attention to the couple of Qi-refining cultivators standing behind her.
"Ahem, Junior Sister Hong, please get out of the battle quickly."
Although this Honglian's appearance is not stunning, her figure is excellent. Fang Yin suddenly felt a little thirsty, but in order not to show his ugly appearance in front of everyone and affect his senior brother's prestige, he could only do his best.
Restrained.
"Haha, junior sister, I obey."
Red Lotus moved lightly and slowly walked into the competition arena.
Fan Mengyi frowned slightly as she looked at her opponent. It wasn't that she was disgusted with the opponent's debauchery, but she could tell from Fang Yin's expression that he valued this woman, but it was clear that this woman was weaker than the one just now.
Count chips.
If something goes wrong, it must be a monster, so I need to be careful.
Sensing something was wrong, Fan Meng moved with her spiritual thoughts and used two flying swords to shoot at the female cultivator in red.
The opponent waved his red sleeves, held out a red ring, and threw it head-on at the incoming flying sword.
The red ring that was originally only as thick as the wrist grew when exposed to the wind, and in the blink of an eye it became the size of a millstone. It looked much more powerful than a flying sword.
Fan Mengyi wanted to test the power of this magical weapon, so he used a flying sword to attack him head-on.
There was a crisp "ding" sound, and although the red ring's flying momentum was greatly reduced, the flying sword was also knocked away.
"Haha, my sister is useless. This red iron ring is filled with iron essence. Although my sister's flying sword is sharp, I can't even think of damaging it at all."
The female cultivator in red covered her mouth and smiled softly, stretched out a white finger and shook it.
Fan Mengyi didn't respond, and sneered, then slashed forward with the second flying sword.
Although the second flying sword was also deflected, the first flying sword had stabilized the momentum of flying upside down and struck again.
So in a series of "ding-ding-ding" sounds, and through the successive slashes of the two flying swords, the red iron ring was not only unable to advance an inch, but even had a tendency to retreat.
"Hmph! I want to see how hard my sister's magic weapon is!"
When the female cultivator in red saw that her favorite magic weapon was deflated, she suddenly became angry and frantically transmitted magic power into the hematite ring. Not only did it grow in size, but it also became more powerful.
This time, Fan Mengyi's two flying swords could no longer withstand it, and the red iron ring began to accelerate towards Fan Mengyi.
However, Fan Mengyi seemed to be screwed at this moment. He did not use more flying swords to support him, and only used two flying swords to maintain the previous offensive.
In the clouds, Han Li couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene. The most important thing in a fight is to avoid being controlled by the opponent's emotions. Anger will not increase mana, and stubbornness will not bring about a change. I am afraid that the character of Senior Brother Luo, a disciple, will have to be tempered.
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"Senior brother, it is unwise for a disciple of yours to respond in this way."
Unexpectedly, as soon as Han Li said these words, he received a surprised look from Luo Hong.
"Junior brother, please take a closer look. I don't know where this disciple learned this bad habit. If this were to be used in actual combat, wouldn't it be damaging his own spiritual stone?"
Han Li was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then he used his spiritual consciousness to investigate carefully, and then suddenly said with a look of surprise:
"To be able to handle the sword in such detail, the sword-handling skills of my dear disciple are indeed much better than those of my younger brother."
"No, it's just using skill to defeat force. How can it be as refreshing as using force to defeat skill? In the future, I ask my junior brother to give me some advice on my behalf."
Having said that, Luo Hong's face was filled with pride.
"Haha, easy to say."
Han Li also developed a love for talents and naturally agreed.
The two continued to look at the battle situation below. Honglian saw that the red iron ring was approaching the opponent, and a grin flashed on her face. She didn't want to stop clicking, as waiting would break the opponent's protective spirit shield, so she wanted to greet him properly.
To avenge the other party's contempt.
However, the taste of victory had not lasted long when Hong Lian heard a sudden "click" sound in his ears, and saw that the originally menacing red iron ring suddenly collapsed.
Suddenly, spiritual energy surged out of his mouth, and his breath suddenly fell.
"ah!"
Hong Lian exclaimed and hurriedly took back her precious magic weapon to check. Several saving spells she tried were ineffective, and her heart sank to the bottom.
After this battle, even if the treasure is repaired, its future power will be greatly reduced.
Honglian looked at Fan Mengyi with a malicious look, and asked gloomily:
"What kind of evil spell did you cast to actually destroy my magic weapon that is fused with iron essence?"
"Do you think I'm going to explain it endlessly? Just go down!"
Fan Mengyi was a little disappointed. She didn't use any special means, she just kept making the flying sword strike the same point on the red iron ring.
Perhaps the other party thought that the hematite ring was always spinning and it was impossible for him to do this, so he didn't think about it at all.
But in fact, with her sword control skills and the Dayan Art that she has cultivated to the second level over the years, it is easy to do this.
Seeing how heartbroken the other party looked, this ring should be her trump card. Fan Mengyi, who thought there would be a fierce battle, suddenly lost interest, and immediately twelve flying swords came out, trying to solve the fight in one go.
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Seeing many flying swords coming towards him, Hong Lian put away the damaged hematite ring with a flash of light, pinched the spell in his hand, and quickly cast the spell.
White shadows flew out of her hands, exploding as soon as they were a foot away, turning into giant white nets, trying to intercept the flying swords.
Fan Mengyi's expression remained unchanged, and she slightly deflected the angle of the flying swords, allowing them to all pass through the small gaps in the spider web smoothly, and continued to slash towards Honglian without any hindrance.
However, at this critical moment, Honglian suddenly showed a sinister smile, changed the techniques in his hand suddenly, took a deep breath and exhaled the billowing black mist.
"not good!"
Fan Mengyi immediately realized that something was wrong. He was about to use his flying sword to return to the original route to avoid the black fog, but he saw that the spider webs that had gaps before were connected into one.
It turns out that the purpose of Honglian's spider web technique was not to stop the flying sword from attacking, but to prevent the flying sword from retreating.
Fan Mengyi made a prompt decision and changed the sword technique in her hand. The flying swords that had been attacking separately gathered together in an instant, formed a cone-shaped formation, ignited red spiritual flames, and crashed towards the spider web, obviously trying to force their way out of the trap.
But this spider web can be used by Honglian to contain Fan Mengyi's flying sword. It is naturally extraordinary. It is not only very tough, but also not afraid of fire.
Although after a lot of effort, the flying sword group still broke through the spider web, but it was also shrouded in black mist for a moment.
Fan Mengyi's heart sank, and she anxiously recalled a flying sword, only to see that the sword body, which was originally shining with red aura, had many black spots attached to it, and the aura was dim, obviously contaminated by the black mist!
Fortunately, the covering time may not be long. The flying sword is only eroded on the surface, and the root is not damaged. It will only need to be warmed for a period of time to recover in the future.
"Hmph! You actually escaped! However, even if you haven't done all your work, with the current condition of your flying sword, you are absolutely no match for Senior Brother Fang."
Hong Lian swallowed back the black mist, and when she saw that Fan Mengyi's flying sword had not been completely destroyed, she felt very unhappy, but she finally lived up to Senior Brother Fang's trust.
"You are such a poisonous woman, you actually practice evil skills such as the "Belly Spider Poison Technique", how can Xing Palace just sit back and watch?!"
Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, Gongsun Yu immediately became anxious, angrily tossed his sleeves and shouted loudly.
"Look at what fellow Taoist said, what is wrong with me?"
Hong Lian delicately brushed her plump chest with her jade hands, and gave the two monks behind her a grudge:
"Sima Jun voluntarily sacrificed his life for me to practice martial arts."
The Belly Spider Poison Technique can only be practiced by women. The most powerful thing about this technique is its tonic effect. It can almost peel off the skin and bones of male cultivators, but it still requires the utmost cooperation of male cultivators.
Xinggong has no control over this matter that is between you and me, so the monk surnamed Huang said coldly:
"If the competition is over, please leave."
Just as Honglian was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly noticed the flying sword hanging not far away, flying towards her in a dangling manner.
She was immediately shocked. The martial arts and magical powers she had just exerted with all her strength had exhausted her mana. At this moment, her Dantian was empty, and she really had no confidence that she could block many flying swords.
After a moment of panic, Honglian remembered that she was in a competition and could admit defeat, so she opened her lips slightly and was about to admit defeat.
Just the word "I" was spoken, and Fan Mengyi suddenly shouted:
"Look at the sword!"
The violent shouting was mixed with the power of divine consciousness, which made Honglian's brain buzz, and the last two words were directly suppressed in his stomach.
At this time, Fan Mengyi was furious and exuded strong murderous intent.
This set of flying swords was made for her by her master. This stinky woman dared to pollute it with filthy air. This is simply unforgivable!
Although the power of the flying sword was greatly reduced after being tainted by the black mist, and it was no longer easy to control, but with the blessing of Xiaoyao Sword Heart, Fan Mengyi could still barely control it.
After a burst of sword light flashed, Honglian's dress was shattered, revealing the obscene clothes underneath. There should be a beautiful scene at this moment, but this woman was chopped by the flying sword until her hair was disheveled, and her fair and tender skin was also bruised with bruises. It can be said that she was in an embarrassing state.
It's unbearable and has no sense of beauty at all.
Although Fan Mengyi always kept calm and did not cause any fatal injuries to her, the cold sword edge slashed her throat many times, which still frightened the girl to the point of peeing, and she lay on the ground sobbing uncontrollably.
Fang Yin waved his hand to the two female disciples to help Honglian back into the formation, while he strode into the competition arena.
"Fellow Daoist Fan, don't you think what you have done is going too far?"
Fang Yin had a sullen face. If he didn't teach Fan Mengyi a lesson, the senior brother's position would not be secure in the future.
"Brother Fang doesn't think using despicable means to seize the Qingling Sect's foundation is too much, so there's nothing wrong with me."
Fan Mengyi was unforgiving, but his forehead was covered in sweat, and the twelve flying swords behind him were trembling.
When Fang Yin saw this, he knew that the other party was trying to hold on, and then he sneered, flicked his hands, and pulled out two high-speed rotating silver round blades.
The silver round blade was extremely fast, and Fan Mengyi used his flying sword to fight against it, but it was difficult to control, making the fight extremely difficult.
Fortunately, the spiritual materials used by Luo Hong to refine this set of flying swords were not simple, and their sturdiness was not comparable to that of ordinary magical weapons, so Fan Mengyi could still hold it up even though he fought hard.
Perhaps because he felt that he would definitely lose if things continued like this, Fan Mengyi took the lead in changing his tactics. He first put a talisman on his right shoulder, and then used the twelve flying swords to draw an arc around the silver round blade and go straight to the rear.
Fang Yin.
Huh, if you want a quick victory, I won't follow your wishes.
At this time, Fang Yin could also attack Fan Mengyi with two silver round blades, but firstly, he was not sure about the power of the opponent's talisman, and secondly, he had a huge advantage in mana. The longer the fight lasted, the less likely he was to win.
The bigger.
Fang Yin, who regarded this competition as the basis for promotion, chose to fight steadily without hesitation. He recalled the silver round blade with a thought and at the same time used a spiritual shield for defense.
I saw twelve flying swords with black spots hitting Fang Yin's protective spirit shield activated by the protective magic weapon. They only drew out streaks of fire, and then they were bounced away in a spin.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Fan, the flying sword is contaminated, you have no chance of winning!"
Fang Yin did not forget to attack his heart at this time, and used his silver round blade to slash at the flying sword.
It seemed that it had reached its limit, and all the flying swords that had been struck lost their energy and were inserted into the ground feebly.
A sword cultivator without a sword is a tiger without teeth. Fang Yin felt relieved and shouted softly with a smile on his face:
"go!"
Two silver round blades were fired at Fan Mengyi, who had lost more than half of his mana. The sharp whistling sound that cut through the air was frightening.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Fan Mengyi gritted her teeth and drank, then changed her technique, and twelve flaming red flying swords came out of her storage bag!
Fang Yin was suddenly shocked, how many sets of flying swords do you have?
However, when he saw the result of the collision between his magic weapon and Fan Mengyi's flying sword, Fang Yin couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Fellow Daoist Fan, where did you get this inferior flying sword? If you were a disciple of my Huajian Sect, you wouldn't be so embarrassed!"
It turns out that although the appearance of Fan Mengyi's new flying sword is the same as the previous one, its level of spirituality is obviously much lower, and it seems to be only an intermediate magical weapon.
There was a flash of silver light, the sword body shattered, and a flying sword could only block a strike from the silver round blade.
"Father, should we admit defeat for Sister Fan? With her temperament, I'm afraid she won't retreat until she is seriously injured!"
Gongsun Xing saw that in an instant, half of Fan Mengyi's flying swords were shattered by Fang Yin. Feeling that there was no hope of victory, he suggested.
"Mengyi has her own sense of propriety. Now she is no longer a disciple of my Qingling Sect. As a father, I can no longer make decisions for her."
Gongsun Yu frowned, hoping that Fan Mengyi might have some powerful back tricks up his sleeve!