"Please enlighten me!" Sikong Xinming returned the salute, but saw Wang Zhen opposite him disappearing like blue smoke as soon as he finished speaking.
Sikong Xinming frowned and patted his body. In just a moment, two layers of protective shields appeared around him.
Just like a bolt of lightning in the darkness, a three-inch long dagger with a dazzling cold light pierced the protective shield behind him. This attack was so sudden that Sikong Xinming's protective shield was broken with one blow.
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So fast! Only then did Liu Qinghuan sigh in his heart. The second strike of the dagger had already been swung out with lightning. This time there was no obstacle from the protective shield, and Sikong Xinming's defenseless back was completely exposed to the attack.
If it were stabbed, I'm afraid the injury would be serious!
But he saw Sikong Xinming leaning forward and heard a "Cang" sound. The sword on his back was unsheathed, just in time to hold the incoming dagger.
The two weapons intersect, and the burst of spiritual power explodes with the intersection point as the center. In an instant, it reaches the light shield of the battle platform, and is completely blocked by the light shield.
Sikong Xinming took advantage of this opportunity, turned his body in the air, and floated three feet away. He pointed with his hand, and the other sword on his back was unsheathed, streaking across the sky like a startling rainbow, and slashing towards the left side of the battle platform!
Wherever the sword light passed, a vague figure suddenly appeared. It escaped the incoming sword light with an afterimage, jumped three feet, and disappeared again!
At this moment, there was an uproar in the audience!
"So fast! We had to fight so many times in just a few breaths!"
"Yes, it's terrible! Both of them are so powerful."
"Oh my god! I just blinked and didn't even see the fight between them!"
"You are exaggerating. It takes you several breaths just to blink! Are your eyes paralyzed?"
Regardless of the commotion in the audience, the situation on stage was already tense and on the verge of breaking out.
Sikong Xinming's body was surrounded by deep sword intent, and two spiritual swords hung at his side. As long as the opponent showed a slight flaw, he would violently counterattack.
However, Wang Zhen, who was hiding his figure, was unable to land a single blow, and could no longer find a chance to strike.
Sikong Xinming's consciousness scanned the entire battlefield and found no trace of the opponent. He snorted coldly: "You think I can't force you out if you don't show up?"
He lost his momentum, and as the magic formula in his hand changed, the two spiritual swords flew and circled towards his head.
Wang Zhen secretly screamed that something was going to happen, and then he heard Sikong Xinming shout loudly, and the two swords that had been entangled with each other in some mysterious pattern suddenly shot out countless sword lights, rolling away in all directions like undulating waves.
In the corner of the battle platform, Wang Zhen was dressed in black armor and was forced out in embarrassment. He held double blades in his hands, facing layers of sword light. The spiritual shield on his body only lasted for a few breaths before it was riddled with holes. The sword light cut through the black
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Fortunately, the black armor's protective power was very good, and the sword light only left white marks on it. On one side of his head, he avoided a sword light directed at his face, and when he turned back, a blood mark appeared on his right face.
Wang Zhen's face darkened, and he clasped his hands together, forming a curved blade with both blades. He quickly rotated to block the incoming sword light, and at the same time, using strange footwork, he pulled out several afterimages and rushed towards Sikong Xinming.
Sikong Xin pointed his finger, and his swords shuttled like fish to meet him.
Unexpectedly, Wang Zhen moved his feet a few times, and unexpectedly passed through the intertwined sword net of the spirit sword. In a blink of an eye, he approached Sikong Xinming, and the curved blade in his hand drew a white cold light and struck at the opponent!
Everyone in the audience who saw this scene was stunned. Could it be that Wang is really a physical practitioner? But his body shape didn't look like it, his speed was too fast, and his movement skills were too weird! I had never heard of Siyuanlou's skills.
There is such a thing.
Everyone widened their eyes to see how Sikong Xinming would respond.
However, he saw Sikong Xinming's figure flash and disappear suddenly in the cold light of the curved blade. The next moment, he appeared on the other side of the battle platform, with the broken talisman falling from his hand.
"Teleport Talisman!" someone shouted, and the battle on the stage was coming to an end.
Sikong Xin pointed his finger, and his swords filled the sky with sword intent, blocking all Wang Zhen's escape routes and strangled him.
Wang Zhen moved left and right, raised his hand to summon a shuttle-shaped magic weapon, trying to break through the blockade of the sword, but the sword was pressed to his throat. His expression changed, and he struggled to utter three words: "I lost.
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Sikong Xinming withdrew his sword intent, and the swords sheathed with a clang.
When Wang Zhen walked off the stage, he received words of comfort from many people. Although he was defeated, he showed his extraordinary strength, but his opponent was too strong.
Liu Qinghuan looked at Wang Zhen thoughtfully. Wang Zhen seemed to be putting the cart before the horse and pursuing speed too much. A monk is not an ordinary warrior. Speed can be compensated by many magic weapons or techniques. If the attack method is single, it can be easily restrained by the opponent.
If Wang Zhen had more long-range attack methods, he wouldn't be defeated by Sikong Xinming so quickly.
"Come on on the 5th," the middle-aged foundation-building monk shouted.
An eighth-level qi-training monk flew onto the stage, but was quickly defeated. In the next three consecutive games, Sikong Xinming won all of them. Only in the fifth game did he encounter a ninth-level qi-training monk from Yiye Guan.
, it’s a bit difficult to win.
After the game ended, no one came on the field for a while. Sikong Xinming took out two spiritual stones and took the time to restore his spiritual power. After playing five games in a row, he had already consumed a lot of his spiritual power.
"After a quarter of an hour, if no one comes on the field, Sikong Xinming will be considered the winner of the sixth game." The middle-aged foundation-building monk said, and he started timing.
"Who is No. 9?" Someone in the audience asked: "Are you afraid?"
After a while, a monk at the seventh level of qi training slowly flew up to the fighting platform. Sikong Xinming glanced at him, and the man quickly said: "I give up!" and then flew off the fighting platform again.
"Number 10!" the middle-aged foundation-building monk said expressionlessly.
There was really no one on the stage this time. Liu Qinghuan glanced at the people around him and couldn't tell who it was. Number 10 must be here, but he's just suffering from stage fright.
A quarter of an hour later: "Sikong Xinming wins the eighth game! Number 11."
"I am No. 11." Following a soft female voice, a female nun flew onto the stage. She looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a figure as weak as a willow tree, and she also had a sense of shyness when she spoke.
She saw Sikong Xinming blushing first, lowered her head and said: "Hello, senior brother, I am Qin Lingling from Mingyue Pavilion. I have just been promoted to the ninth level of Qi training."
Sikong Xinming had a smile on his face and nodded: "Hello, Junior Sister Qin."
The two said hello and the competition officially began.
When this junior sister Qin, who looked delicate and frail, took action, everyone on and off the stage was shocked. Her magic weapon was a gold brick, and it could be enlarged to be like a huge stone. Once they started fighting,
, the whole battle platform was slapped with a "bumping" sound, and the protective mask was also shaking wildly under the huge power of the gold brick.
Fortunately, the battle platform is very strong, and the light shield has been restored to its original state under the stability of the middle-aged foundation-building monks. However, Sikong Xinming is in a state of distress! Even if his sword energy is superb, Jin Brick is shooting at random,
It actually made him feel like he had nowhere to start.
Launching a sword attack, Qin Lingling manipulated the gold brick like an arm, turning it into a shield to block all attacks. The material of the gold brick was unknown, but his spirit sword struck it, leaving only a shallow mark.
With the sword shadow spectroscopy technique, the gold brick directly becomes several times bigger, completely dissipating all the sword light.