He Lianfeng took a Dragon Escape Stake, which is a very magical ancient martial arts escape method. With the Dragon Escape Stake on his body, his body can move forward or retreat as desired. This was specially prepared for him to deal with sword cultivators, because in the universe
In the world of cultivation, no one knows how to practice swordsmanship.
Of course, he didn't think that a Splendid Earth Sword Cultivator would be able to achieve that level, it was just a subconscious action.
Then, he hugged his head with both hands, turned his body, and turned himself into a human-shaped top, spinning and flying out.
What he showed at the performance meeting was only basic stuff. How could he possibly show real stunts?
For example, the small drill wind in his hand is an attack technique that combines magical power and ancient martial arts. He has never failed to attack everything. It can penetrate everything and no one can stop it. It combines attack and flexibility, and is most suitable for dealing with it.
An opponent who is good at escape.
As soon as the talent emerged, the sword light in front of him hit his face, cutting horizontally and vertically. The small wind turned into a small leak. The powerful flying swords stabbed him. His body's magical powers seemed to be prone to collapse anytime and anywhere, and it was not over yet.
Already.
He did not expect that the sword light differentiation technique of this indigenous sword cultivator was so powerful, and it seemed to be no different from the supreme inheritance of sword veins in the legend of the universe? If this was true, how did other orthodox traditions in the Splendid Continent survive?
He didn't have time to think about it, his body sank, and he activated the dragon-hiding stake. He moved his body far away in an instant, punched his elbow, and had air-piercing power coming out, chasing after the sword cultivator who had disappeared without a trace in the air.
He immediately discovered that the sword cultivator's vertical escape was too disorganized, and it was impossible to judge his next escape route. He felt that his judgment might have been biased, but now he could no longer start over from the beginning and lost the first move!
There are endless flying swords, although there are only a few hundred flying swords surrounding him, but the old swords have not disappeared, and new swords have come, forming a chain that will always maintain constant pressure on him.
His strength was unable to be used under the long-range strike of the flying sword. He couldn't reach it and couldn't aim accurately. No matter how he changed his magical powers or adjusted his martial arts, the opponent's sword cultivator was always out of his sight. He could not really control him.
Played to the extreme.
It was difficult for him to carry it here, and there were dangers everywhere in the monologue. Cui Huizuo's simple punches and kicks seemed to shatter the void, and the pressure was like a mountain.
Unlike them, what Cui Huisuo showed in battle was exactly the same as what he showed in his performance, but it is such simple things that are the essence of force, simple but not simple.
When the fight reached its peak, Monologue could no longer hold on anymore. He began to wonder if He Lianfeng was causing trouble and was deliberately stalling for time to let him fight alone here. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why he couldn't win against an indigenous swordsman for so long.
The two of them were not considered friends in the first place. Just a few hours ago, they were tit-for-tat competitors. They only stood on the same front because they were both eliminated. There was no basis for cooperation in the first place. This unexpected incident suddenly aroused suspicion.
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Could it be that Helian Peak was trying to trick him so that he could go to the small Guwu country in the southeast? No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still a piece of meat.
When you have given up your intention, you no longer have the desire to fight, and if you bluff, you will get out of danger.
But Cui Huizuo's strength is the most afraid of losing his fighting spirit. What he cultivates in pure ancient martial arts is the breath of fighting on the front line. Losing this breath is the moment of death. As a Taoist ancient martial artist, his monologue is here.
My understanding in this aspect has been completely wiped out by those things from the Taoist sect, so I retreated in fear and immediately found myself in danger.
Cui Huizuo shouted loudly, his beard and hair splayed out, the ancient martial arts spirit was full of energy, as if a god descended from the earth, he punched three times in a row, each punch was stronger than the last, he said that he felt bad, and it was too late to try to cheer up again, and he kept retreating.
, was shaken to pieces by the surging fist power!
At the same time, hundreds of sword lights on the other side converged in the air, condensing into a huge lightsaber and slashing down. He Lianfeng, who was already exhausted, was unable to struggle and closed his eyes...
He had found the wrong person. This swordsman had a strength that was not inferior to that of a warrior from the upper realm, but he knew nothing about it.
A battle ends in less than a moment. There is no mercy or forgiveness. This is the rule of the world of spiritual practice in the universe.
Therefore, Monologue He Lianfeng came generously; therefore, Hou Tzu Cui waited with peace of mind, and no one should complain. The only reason to complain is that he is not good at learning.
Hou Tzu raised his hand and said, "Brother Cui is so skilled that he can destroy anything."
Cui Huizuo cupped his fists and said, "Master Lao has been waiting for a long time, and the sword pulse is well-deserved."
The two said goodbye and left; not long after, a slender figure appeared on the battlefield, and Yin Qingsi could still feel the remaining violent fluctuations of intelligence in the air, which was an inevitable legacy after a battle.
She looked at some scattered fragments with a blank look, sighing in her heart, she was getting farther and farther away from these people. She was not surprised that Cui Huizuo had such strength. Every pure ancient martial artist who dared to come out had skills that could surpass those in the same realm.
Yichi's ability was also reflected in the battle, and was also an important reason why Qinmen finally chose pure ancient martial arts.
But what she doesn't understand is why that crooked swordsman also has such an ability?
There was no deliberate concealment of the conversation between the two, as if they had known someone was watching, including Cui Huizuo's words. What did he mean?
Does this mean that Hou Zi could have defeated He Lianfeng long ago but deliberately waited? If he can do this in front of an opponent of such strength, what does that mean?
Even though she already underestimated this unknown old friend, she actually underestimated him.
How did this guy develop, she didn't understand.
Slowly flying back, at least this battle has completely solved the Qin clan's troubles. They no longer have to worry about future entanglements from these two people, once and for all.
A little distracted, she suddenly felt that someone was waiting for her in front of her, a familiar figure,
Cui Huizuo smiled lightly, "What do you call fellow Taoist?"
"Yin Qingsi, studied under Master Hua."
Cui Huizuo was in awe, "Master Hua? Well, Master Hua is the most discerning elder in the Qin clan, no one! I see that Junior Sister Yin is very familiar with Master Hou, can you tell me about him?"
As a powerful golden elixir monk, he is very sensitive to the disturbances within the scope of the martial arts performance. Even though they are concerned about their performance, the following slight changes cannot escape their consciousness, so He Lianfeng monologues
The source of the error was discovered immediately, and even if the Qinmen didn't say anything, they could guess it.
That's why he had the good intention to send Hou Zi off. He originally thought that he would deal with these two people himself, which was a way to make friends with this indigenous swordsman. The Qin clan needed foreign aid, and he knew very well that his inheritance was very slow to bear fruit.
, it takes time in the early stage and needs help.
But he didn't expect that others didn't need his help at all, and Wei Yi didn't tell him about this.
Yin Qingsi sighed, "Unfortunately, like you, I don't actually know much about him. All I know is superficial and legendary."
