The moment Zuo Mo stood up, Senior Brother Chang opened his eyes and stood up.
"I'm Chang Heng." Chang Heng introduced simply, looking like he was chatting with ordinary friends.
"I'm Zuo Mo." Zuo Mo answered cautiously. For some reason, Chang Heng, who seemed to have no edge, made him feel pressure. The kind of pressure he only felt from Senior Brother Wei Sheng. Take this opportunity.
, he looked at the other party carefully. The blue and gray short clothes on his body were a little whitish from the wash, which was unusually eye-catching among the disciples of the Lingying Sect with gorgeous brocade silk. He had a round face and short hair, and his hair was like iron wire, standing straight one by one.
"You surprised me." Chang Heng continued: "I heard that your senior brother Wei Sheng understood the sword's intention. I didn't expect that you also understood the sword's intention."
There was an uproar all around!
They may not be discerning enough to see the details of Zuo Mo, but everyone knows what comprehending the meaning of the sword means. The expressions of Lin Yuan and others immediately relaxed a lot. If nothing else, they lost to a genius who understood the meaning of the sword.
It's nothing embarrassing. Even Senior Brother Wang, who fell down, couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. If he had known that Zuo Mo had understood the meaning of the sword, he would never have fought.
Everyone looked at Zuo Mo with a completely different look, full of awe and respect, and of course, inevitably mixed with envy and jealousy.
Zuo Mo shook his head: "I'm far worse than my senior brother." He was quite surprised. Chang Heng could see his true nature at a glance, and his strength was definitely not weak.
"Don't be too humble." Chang Heng waved his hand casually: "Wei Sheng, I will go find him in the future."
Seeing that the other party was talking about Senior Brother Wei Sheng so casually, Zuo Mo felt very unhappy and snorted: "Let's go through this competition first."
Chang Heng shook his head: "You are no match for me."
"How do you know if you don't compete?" Zuo Mo said unconvinced.
"I'm about to gather my pulse." Chang Heng's soft words immediately left Zuo Mo speechless. He had to admit that what the other party said was right. There was a huge difference in cultivation between the two sides. His cultivation had increased rapidly, and now he couldn't.
It's the fourth level of foundation building, and the opponent's pulse condensation is right around the corner, which is the tenth level of foundation building.
Although he had previously defeated cultivators in the foundation building stage during the Qi Refining Stage, he was quite clear that half of the reasons for that situation must be attributed to the other party.
But Chang Heng, Zuo Mo couldn't help but look up. The opponent's calm demeanor and the ubiquitous pressure convinced him that the opponent was very strong. Zuo Mo already had quite a lot of combat experience, what kind of person
He is not stupid even if he can mess with anyone he cannot mess with.
"I give up! Which one do you choose?" Zuo Mo reacted very quickly and said as a bachelor. He came here to seek money, but now he has made a lot of money. Even if he gives up this time, he has won four games and three things.
Magic weapon. He was already satisfied with such a rich harvest.
At first glance, Chang Heng can tell that he is not on the same level as him, and there is definitely no chance of winning. It is better to admit defeat. If he is injured in the opponent's hands, it will be an even bigger loss. As a businessman, it is necessary to give up when things are good, and left
Don't comfort yourself like this.
Chang Heng stared at Zuo Mo for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said: "You are a smart man."
"It's just acknowledgment of current affairs." Zuo Mo said with cupped hands, wanting to leave immediately. The longer he stayed, the more he felt that the ordinary-looking man in front of him was dangerous: "Senior brother Chang, you can choose one at will, and I will definitely give it to you with both hands."
Chang Heng was unmoved, looking into the distance and said indifferently: "If you can accept my move, then take the things with you. If you can't, then leave everything behind."
Zuo Mo's heart suddenly suddenly changed. Chang Hengyue said it so easily, which made him feel more uneasy: "Senior Brother Chang, little brother..."
"Where I stand, follow my rules." Chang Heng did not take his eyes back.
There was silence all around, and even the air seemed to suddenly become desolate and chilly. Everyone could not help but hold their breath. Everyone knew that the most exciting part of the day was about to arrive. And the disciples of the Lingying Sect were all inexplicably excited. Senior Brother Chang Heng said
The domineering display completely conquered them. Even Tao Shuer's peach blossom eyes were unwilling to move away from Senior Brother Chang Heng for even a moment.
So far, Chang Heng has not shown any strength or made any moves. However, he is like the owner of this land, so natural and unquestionable.
Zuo Mo took a deep breath and realized that this battle was inevitable.
The request made by the other party is not excessive. As long as he blocks one of his moves, Zuo Mo will be victorious. If he does not fight, then today's victory will be equivalent to being wiped out in an instant. The other party has enough reasons to surround him.
, Chang Heng used the same trick that Zuo Mo had used before, putting himself in a disadvantageous position first, and then forcing the other party to agree to follow his own route.
This feeling is really bad! Zuo Mo shook his head, trying to put these distracting thoughts behind him.
Today's battle is all about this move!
However... even cultivators at the pulse condensation stage don't dare to guarantee that they will be able to defeat themselves in one move. Since you can't escape, let's do it!
After thinking clearly and adjusting his breath, Zuo Mo opened his stance and said in a deep voice: "As senior brother wishes!"
"Not bad, I like it." Chang Heng nodded appreciatively.
Then he unbuttoned his clothes, revealing his naked upper body. In the middle of his collarbone, there was a copper ring.
What is this doing?
The cultivators who were watching all looked puzzled and started talking in low voices. However, the disciples of the Lingying Sect were completely opposite. They all looked excited, stretched their necks, opened their eyes wide, and stared closely.
Looking at Senior Brother Chang Heng, it seemed as if something exciting was about to happen.
Zuo Mo was also a little confused, but he kept his mind firm and did not dare to relax at all.
Chang Heng closed his eyes and touched the copper ring between his collarbones with his right hand. Then he made a move that surprised all the police - he slowly pulled the copper ring upward!
Zhi!
Under the copper ring, there was a blood-red sword blade attached, which was slowly pulled out of the flesh and blood of the chest by Chang Heng.
There was no expression of pain on Chang Heng's face. On the contrary, he showed a somewhat gentle and intoxicated expression.
Zuo Mo was so frightened by the weird and bloody scene in front of him that the hairs all over his body stood on end. Not only Zuo Mo, but in fact, almost everyone around him had a look of fear, and some timid ones had already gone to the side and started vomiting desperately.
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"Too... cruel..." Yan Mingzi trembled with excitement.
When this blood-red sword was completely pulled out of Chang Heng's body, that kind of fear penetrated into everyone's bones. This was a very, very strange sword. The sword was not long, only about one and a half feet long, with two fingers.
It is wide, blood-red all over, and has no hilt. The blood-red blade is directly connected to the copper ring, which can just fit into the finger.
Strangely, there were no wounds on Chang Heng's body, and his collarbone was smooth and traceless.
The scene in front of me was just a man holding a slightly weird red flying sword. But anyone who saw the scene just now would never forget this scene, such a scene full of monsters and blood.
Chang Heng opened his eyes, his expression was as usual, and even his voice did not change at all from before: "This ring sword is called "Blood Spider"."
Zuo Mo's scalp felt explosive, as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and his hands holding the sword couldn't help but sweat.
If Chang Heng gave him only a faint but ubiquitous pressure before, Chang Heng, with the "Blood Spider" sword in hand, brought him pressure like a sea of blood. He had nowhere to escape! Suddenly
Due to changes in pressure over time, people with a weak will may collapse in an instant. Zuo Mo had the illusion that everything in front of him seemed to be gradually stained with a layer of blood red.
Zuo Mo subconsciously tightened the dripping sword in his hand, and suddenly a quiet and soft water flow came from the sword. Although it was very light, at this time, it greatly relieved the tension in his heart.
No! If this continues, I will lose even if I don’t have to fight!
Zuo Mo closed his eyes, held his breath, and secretly performed the "Fetal Breath Refining God". His physical and spiritual energy circulated, and his spiritual consciousness gradually became more lively from the beginning.
Unknowingly, the fear in Zuo Mo's heart weakened greatly, and his restless heart gradually became peaceful.
I don't know when, a blood line appeared in Chang Heng's eyes. He glanced at Zuo Mo appreciatively. But when this look fell in the eyes of others, a chill came out of his heart, like a ferocious...
The blood spider stared coldly at his prey.
He shook his fingers gently, and the "Blood Spider Sword" on his fingers turned quickly, bringing up a blood-red light wheel.
The "Blood Spider Sword" rotated faster and faster, and it made a soft buzzing sound. Gradually, the buzzing sound turned into a cold hissing sound. An overwhelming and violent aura, with Chang Heng as the center, suddenly descended!
At this time, the onlookers who were close turned pale and wanted to turn around and run away, but they found that their feet were weak. With a thud, they fell to the ground one after another.
Only a man wearing a black gauze hat stood motionless. The clothes on his body were rustling, but the veil of the hat remained motionless, and a pair of eyes as narrow as razor blades could be vaguely seen.
Zuo Mo felt like he was in a sea of blood. The huge blood waves rolled and roared, crashed and blocked the sky. He was like a small boat, extremely small and unstable, and could be swallowed by these huge waves at any time.
Suddenly, a wave of blood rose in front of him, transforming into an extremely ugly blood beast. It opened its bloody mouth and roared towards him.
Holding the dripping sword, Zuo Mo closed his eyes and held his breath. All the spiritual power had been poured into the dripping sword in his hand unconsciously. The dripping sword was like a small river, with rippling and ever-changing water.
Seeing that the bloody mouth was about to swallow him in one gulp, he lifted up the little river in his hand little by little!
And the small river transformed from the dripping sword in his hand changed drastically. Faint flames rose up in the water, sending out an astonishing chill. The short river also slowly rippled like a tide. If Zuo Mo could see it,
He will definitely find that the current appearance of the dripping sword is exactly the same as the sword river in his sea of consciousness!
When the water-shaped flames are exhaled, they will always produce countless sword lights as fine as ice crystals. The tidal fluctuations continue to intensify, the water-shaped flames burn fiercely, and the cold air becomes stronger!
Zuo Mo seemed to be holding a faint flame in his hand, his clothes were all torn to pieces, he roared angrily, used all his strength, and slashed away from bottom to top!
The first time after merging sword intent - "Li Shui Burning Heaven"!
