The reality is very cruel. Until Fang Yin chopped all the flying swords that Fan Mengyi had launched, he did not use any special means.
But just when Fang Yin thought the victory was certain, Fan Mengyi actually used twelve more flying swords!
What's going on? How many flying swords does this woman have?
"you guess."
As if she understood the confusion in Fang Yin's eyes, Fan Mengyi used her flying sword to block the incoming silver round blade, and said provocatively with a proud look on her face.
It turned out that in order to learn the art of weapon refining over the years, Fan Mengyi made flying swords out of all the monster materials she obtained when she was protecting Luo Hong on a desert island.
The flying swords in the storage bag at this time were enough for her and Fang Yin to fight for another seven or eight rounds.
After being provoked, Fang Yin did not become angry. The matter was particularly important to him and the pressure forced him to remain calm.
After several strong attacks but being blocked by Fan Mengyi's sword net, Fang Yin discovered that the opponent's mana consumption rate was greatly different from his own.
After thinking about it for a moment, he realized that Fan Mengyi was exchanging flying swords for his magic power, and in turn adopted his tactics, trying to consume him to death.
No, if this continues, I might lose!
A decisive blow must be used to break the opponent's attrition tactics.
Fang Yin's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly recalled two silver round blades, pressed his palms on his chest, merged the two round blades into one, and frantically transmitted mana into them.
The rotation speed of the silver round blade suddenly accelerated, and a light blade that was slightly lighter in color emitted from the edge. The round blade, which was originally only the size of a palm, suddenly enlarged to a diameter of four feet, and its power was more than doubled.
Seemingly still dissatisfied, Fang Yin hesitated for a moment and then put away the defensive weapon in front of him, instilling more mana into the silver round blade, and causing the light blade it emitted to grow by two feet.
Although he only has one layer of protective spirit shield for defense, even if the opponent's intermediate flying sword is blessed with the mysterious sword control skills, it will never be able to break through the protective spirit shield of a late-stage foundation-building monk, so Fang Yin believes that this move
It's not an adventure.
The greatly increased power of the silver round blade made Fang Yin feel uncontrollable. He did not dare to think any more, and pointed at Fan Mengyi, causing the half-foot-large silver round blade to shoot out.
Because the power is too great, Fang Yin needs to control it with all his strength without being distracted at all, and the chance to make a comeback that Fan Mengyi has been waiting for is now!
I saw that the flying swords that were stuck on the ground around Fang Yin suddenly lit up with spiritual light, and jumped into the air with a "swish", hanging in the air as high as a person, forming a ten-foot-square circle.
"Sword rises!"
Following Fan Mengyi's command, the twelve flying swords surrounding Fang Yin immediately became bright and powerful.
Sensing the huge fluctuations of spiritual energy, Fang Yin looked up in horror and saw a red flame sword two to three feet long, rapidly taking shape four to five feet above his head.
No, look at the power of this move. Without a magic weapon to defend myself, I will definitely die.
Fortunately, although the red flame sword takes shape quickly, it is not as fast as the silver round blade. As long as Fang Yin defeats Fan Mengyi first, he can survive the crisis!
Fan Mengyi, despite all your calculations, you still missed the speed of my magic weapon. You, who can only control one set of flying swords at a time, are already destined to fail... How is that possible!
When Fang Yin's eyes returned to Fan Mengyi, he was shocked to see that not only did this woman still have the energy to use the remaining half set of flying swords, but she was also pulling out a new set of flying swords from her storage bag.
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Under the control of this woman, the swords flew towards the silver giant blade with great flexibility, without any effort at all.
Only then did Fang Yin realize that he had been tricked, but now there was no turning back. He could only hope that his magical weapon could break through Fan Mengyi's swords and defeat the opponent first.
Being able to control multiple sets of flying swords has been Fan Mengyi's secret trump card. In fact, if you think about it, you can understand that she could control a whole set of flying swords after she had reached the first level of Dayan Jue. Now that she has reached the second level,
Naturally, the number that can be controlled is even greater.
But there is only quantity, and if the quality of the flying sword is not good, it is still impossible to defeat Fang Yin.
Therefore, for the final killing move, Fan Meng relied on the one that Luo Hong had refined for her.
Because when refining the sword, Luo Hong couldn't help but think of Han Lao Mo's Da Geng Sword Formation, so he also tried to incorporate the formation into this set of flying swords.
Since there are only twelve flying swords, the formation is not an earth-shattering formation, but a small formation created by Luo Hong.
Once this formation is released, the spiritual energy in the flying swords can be drawn to gather in one place, simulating the most powerful sword-controlling technique that monks in the foundation-building stage can perform - [Giant Sword Technique]!
In Fan Mengyi's current state, using the magical power of the sword formation in the flying sword and sacrificing the sword to protect herself will consume almost all of her mana.
After all, Fang Yin is a monk in the late stage of foundation building. If he has a magic weapon to protect him, even if he is hit by a giant sword, he will only be seriously injured. When faced with Fan Mengyi who has exhausted his magic power, he will be the winner.
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Therefore, Fan Mengyi deliberately forced Fang Yin to fight quickly and induced him to have the idea of completing his victory in one battle. He put away the protective magic weapon that took away a lot of mana and struck with all his strength.
As the intermediate flying swords shattered, the silver giant blade was continuously slammed into the center point of its side. Coupled with the dual pressure of Fang Yin's mana and psychology, it finally became unstable and deviated from the flight route. From Fan Mengyi's side
It passed by a foot.
At this time, the red flame sword was completely formed. Fan Mengyi opened his right hand and pressed it down fiercely, and shouted:
"fall!"
Suddenly, like a punishment from heaven, the two to three feet long red flame sword fell rapidly with frightening power.
Fang Yin tried to escape, but he was in the formation and his aura was tightly locked, making it impossible to escape.
"Admit defeat! I admit defeat!"
Finally, under the threat of death, Fang Yin could not care about his future reputation and status, and shouted in panic.
Although the giant sword technique used in the sword formation is far superior to the monks in terms of casting speed and power, the control is not so flexible, so Luo Hong carved the formation pattern to search for the enemy.
At this moment, Fan Mengyi didn't want to kill anyone, so she tried her best to deflect the direction of the red flame sword.
As a result, Fang Yin will at most be hurt by the aftermath and suffer some hardships.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a ray of yellow light flew from nowhere and appeared under the Red Flame sword, turning into a round brass bowl with patterns on its surface.
As soon as the red flame sword came into contact with the round bowl, it was sucked in like a mud cow entering the sea.
Then the brass round bowl flipped its angle and pointed the opening at Fan Mengyi, and the next moment the red flame sword flew out from it.
All this happened so fast that no one in Qingling Sect had time to react.
As the person involved, Fan Mengyi had only time to think about whether the spirit turtle amulet could block my magical power of the sword formation, when his eyes were shrouded in red fire.
After a loud "boom" sound, Fan Mengyi opened an eye that was closed due to nervousness, and was surprised to find that she was unscathed, and a black spiritual shield blocked the red flame sword.
Huh? Isn’t the turtle amulet blue?
Fan Mengyi looked at her shoulder in confusion, only to see that the talisman was still attached to her shoulder and was not aroused.
Then this...
"Where can fellow Taoist take action? This is the grudge between Huajian Sect and Qingling Sect. Since fellow Taoist dares to interfere at will, don't you dare to show up to see it?"
At some unknown time, Liu Tianfang, the current leader of the Huajian Sect and the only monk in the alchemy stage, appeared above the heads of the Huajian Sect disciples.
Liu Tianfang was wearing a more luxurious Huajian sect costume. Although he looked old, his red and phoenix eyes were shining brightly. The low-level monks he glanced at couldn't help but avoid looking.
The brass round bowl flew obediently to the top of his right palm, which was held flat by his side, and spun around. It was obvious that he was the one who had just taken action.
"Luo Mou can't bear to see someone bully the younger ones, and the younger ones compete with each other. Why are you doing this? Are you even losing face?!"
A voice of suppressed anger came from the clouds. Luo Hong fell from a high altitude alone and soon flew above Fan Mengyi.
"Fellow Taoist, are you from the Qingling Sect? Are you not afraid of being blamed by the Star Palace if you act so casually and speak arrogantly?"
Since he couldn't sense Luo Hong's aura, Liu Tianxin couldn't help but shudder, his arrogance suddenly weakened, and he carried Luo Hong out of the Star Palace to suppress Luo Hong.
"Seniors, please be restrained. The demon clan is very powerful now, so you two seniors must not let your friendship get ruined just because of trivial matters."
The Xing Gong disciple surnamed Huang bowed his hands to both parties, then took out a magic weapon similar to a shadow bead and activated it.
"You want to favor him?"
Luo Hong frowned deeply. It wasn't that he was afraid, but that he and Old Mo Han still wanted to beg Ling Yuling. It was really not good to lose Xing Gong's face on their first day on the island.
"Senior has misunderstood. Junior is just recording the truth. Senior Liu interfered with the competition. Junior will report it. I believe the elders and protectors will have their own punishment."
The monk surnamed Huang has the arrogance of most Xinggong disciples, and is neither humble nor arrogant at the moment.
Of course, this is also the result of the Huajian sect thinking they were sure to win and not making any fuss about him. Otherwise, who would have trouble with Lingshi? Don't think that the Xinggong disciples are rich.
"You junior, don't talk nonsense. How could you have seen me interfering with the competition?
When Master Nephew Fang admitted defeat, my Huajian faction had already lost, and the competition was over!
I only took action to teach this ignorant junior, how dare she humiliate my blood relatives like this? Is it true that I am a middle-stage pill-forming monk, and I can’t teach a foundation-building female cultivator?!"
Liu Tianfang softened when he heard Luo Hong's voice, mistakenly thinking that he was afraid of Xing Gong and that he was not that powerful. It was just that he was carrying some kind of treasure that blocked detection, so he couldn't sense the other person's aura.
It turned out that Liu Tianfang was not in the fighting arena, but Honglian was somewhat related to him by blood.
It is precisely because of this kind of love that Honglian can practice the evil skill of absorbing people's energy in a grand place among flowers.
Hong Lian had just been defeated by Fan Mengyi, and was in such a state of embarrassment that she lost her face, so she played a transmission note to ask Liu Tianfang to vent her anger on her behalf.
Liu Tianfang was already worried about this competition, so when he saw that Honglian had given him an excellent excuse to intervene, he came happily.
At this time, Liu Tianfang hated Luo Hong until his teeth itched. If he hadn't intervened and killed the female cultivator from the Qingling Sect, and then made a deal with the Xinggong elder who was responsible for this matter, he would have turned the tables on right and wrong and swallowed up everything.
The disciples of the Qingling Sect brought the sect's foundation to Nanli Island.
After all, the choice between a sect that has monks at the core-formation stage and a sect that does not have monks at the core-formation stage couldn't be simpler.
But now, Liu Tianfang had no choice but to give up his plan and find a way to save his face.
"Senior Liu's words are reasonable. Fellow Taoist Fan's actions are indeed deliberately humiliating."
Those who are above the level of Dan Ji are high-level monks, and even Xing Gong has to win over them. The face of the Dan Jie monk is damaged, so it is natural for him to teach the lower level monks a lesson.
Although the monk surnamed Huang is not stupid and knows that the actual situation is not the case, he cannot stop it as long as it is within the rules.
"What's going on, Fellow Daoist Liu? Our chess game is only halfway through. You can't just find an excuse to run away just because you see yourself at a disadvantage."
A hearty voice came from the horizon, and after a while, an old Taoist priest wearing a soapy green robe appeared next to Liu Tianfang.
"Ah, fellow Taoist Ren, I just had a small misunderstanding with this fellow Taoist, and it has been resolved now."
Liu Tianfang had a smile on his face, and he spoke in a sinister manner, with such a strong sense of sarcasm that anyone could hear it.
"Haha, blood relatives? Misunderstanding?
How could my fellow Taoist be so shameless? It turns out it is passed down by blood!"
Luo Hong's eyes turned cold. If you dare to talk to him, you are really looking for death!
"you!"
Sure enough, Liu Tianfang was stabbed so sharply by Luo Hong that he almost vomited blood in anger and was speechless for a moment.
The old Taoist priest next to him immediately frowned and said in a deep voice:
"It's not nice for fellow Taoist to talk like this."
After taking a breath, Liu Tianfang stopped pretending and said angrily:
"Fellow Taoist really want to fight Liu?!"
"Hmph! I'm afraid of you!"
Luo Hong didn't want to say any more. As soon as he finished speaking, he held up his hand, and Zhenhai Pearl appeared in his palm.
"Eat Luoyang beads!"
After saying that, Zhenhaizhu turned into a black light and went straight towards Liu Tianfang.
Liu Tianfang never expected that Luo Hong would be so irritable, and just because he couldn't stand it, he would take action against the monks of the same level.
Seeing the black stream of light coming towards him, Liu Tianfang immediately cast a spell on his natal magic weapon, the Baihua Bowl, causing it to quickly grow to about ten feet in size, with the aura generously guarding it in front of him.
The old Taoist priest on the side also stared angrily. Although he did not say anything clearly, he showed his intention to help by hanging next to Liu Tianfang, but the other party dared to take action and simply did not take him seriously at all.
So, he shouted angrily:
"How brave!"
The right hand that was shrunk in the sleeve suddenly stretched out, and it was seen that it was holding a simple Bagua disk. With a flash of inspiration, a huge Bagua shadow formed in front of the two of them.
At this moment, Zhenhaizhu flew up and hit the Bagua phantom first.
The old Taoist priest had a sarcastic look on his face. The Bagua disk in his hand was a secret treasure he obtained by chance. It was so powerful that few monks of the same level could break its defense.
However, the next moment, a scene that shocked him extremely happened.
Like a crossbow ball hitting a silver mirror, the Bagua phantom shattered into countless pieces in an instant, and Zhenhai Pearl rushed into the Baihua Bowl as if it was not hindered by anything.
There was a loud "dang" sound, and a cone protruded from the bottom of the flower pot, and there was still a sphere that seemed to be wrapped in brass rolling on the top, stretching the cone protrusion longer and longer.
Liu Tianfang's face turned red at this time, and he tried his best to send magic power into the magic weapon, because his magic weapon was being slowly pressed towards him by Zhenhai Zhu.
Suddenly, as if a certain limit had been exceeded, Liu Tianfang suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood. The flower bowl with a radius of one foot suddenly accelerated, smashing him against the bottom of the bowl with a "thud", and blasted into the green mountains behind him like a cannonball.
Luo Hong gently stretched out his right palm, and a black light flew back, turning into a black bead the size of a baby's fist, hanging silently and spinning an inch above his palm.
"Fellow Taoist, do you also want to ask for advice?"
Luo Hong looked at the old Taoist priest who was still in a daze with a cold expression.
With a sudden shudder, the old Taoist priest retracted his right hand into his sleeve. There were already cracks on the Bagua disk in his hand.