From the moment Luo Zhiqing discovered that the opponent had taken action to when his body moved to another place, it took less than a tenth of a breath. Because the speed was so fast, it gave people the feeling of teleportation. The whirlwind stirred up by the wind blade tore at his clothes.
crackling sound.
The wind blade hit the ring, and a palm-sized square brick was turned into powder and scattered in the sky. The wind blade's momentum weakened and turned into a whirlwind, twisting and dancing on the stage, as if it were a living thing with a soul.
things.
The second wind blade was formed in Feng Sheng's hands. He threw it while floating in the air. This wind blade was faster, constantly changing its position in the air, and hit Luo Zhiqing.
This time, the Jinsha people watching the battle finally figured out Feng Sheng's attack method, and began to praise each other. From the beginning of the war to now, almost everyone is competing physically, and not much Taoism is used, so Feng Sheng suddenly used Mu Mu
It gives these people who usually think that monks should play with the Five Elements technique a sense of return.
Luo Zhiqing raised his sword and lowered it, and the second wind blade was cut open by him. This sword fell not easily. He could feel the moment the sword edge touched the wind blade, a huge suction force kept tearing the long sword.
It seemed as if he was about to tear apart his indestructible life. The direction of the sword became difficult to control. The originally straight trajectory was pulled to one side and then to the other side in an instant, like a small boat in the storm. If it weren't for him
With the depth of the sword, I am afraid that the sword will have been led elsewhere.
"Isn't this the only thing you can do?"
Luo Zhiqing moved his body while provoking. He was not as confident as he said. He said this to anger the other party. People tend to make mistakes when they are angry.
Feng Sheng smiled and spread his hands. There were two faint wind blades on them. They were larger in shape and blue in color. He threw them forward with force, and the two wind blades whizzed towards Luo Zhiqing.
The sound of two streams of air rubbing against each other gave people an inexplicable pressure. It was not a pleasant sound. Some spectators began to plug their ears, but such high-frequency vibrations had already passed through their skulls and reached their heads.
Above the eardrum.[
Luo Zhiqing dodged to the side, but to his surprise, the two wind blades followed him as if they had eyes. His body flew towards the sky, and the two wind blades flew into the sky. It was pleasant.
His speed could not compare with the wind. Seeing that the wind blade was about to hit Luo Zhiqing's legs, his body sank quickly and at the same time he turned around and struck out with a sword.
The light red flying sword drew a light red line in the air, and the two wind blades were separated. The remaining whirlwind released the gathered energy, making a "pop" sound, and the air waves impacted. Luo Zhi
Qing only felt his body being pushed into the distance by a huge force, and all his escape methods were out of control. He had no choice but to let the air waves drive him away. By the time he stood still in the air, he was already twenty or thirty feet away from Feng Sheng.
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"Aren't you ashamed of what you just said?"
Feng Sheng once again condensed two wind blades in his hands. The difference was that they were darker in color and larger in size. He was looking at Luo Zhiqing with a joking look on his face.
The young master of the wolf tribe looked back at the other person proudly, the cold wind dried his lips, and following the path of the wind, the corners of his mouth were raised high, and he gave the other person a smile in return.
"Speaking of wind, where I am it is very strong and strong all year round. No one is more familiar with this kind of thing than me."
"I admire you very much. Even at this stage, you still have the leisure and leisure to brag." Feng Sheng scoffed, and at the same time, he suddenly threw his hands forward, and two groups of rapidly rotating wind blades struck Luo Zhiqing.
Luo Zhiqing did not dodge, but went up against the two rapidly rotating winds. The flying sword pulled out a delicate sword flower in his hand, and the tip of the sword left a dense mass of light red light spots in the air. The light clicked
Two groups of wind blades were hit, instantly breaking up the two groups of whirlwinds that were combined with limited pressure. The fragile balance maintained by the intense energy was instantly defeated, and the whirlwind turned into a hurricane. The howling wind collided and roared on the ring.
, making a frightening roar.
The people of Jinsha have many impressions of wind. Every year, there is a stagnant sea breeze blowing from the coast, but no matter how violent the sea wind is, it cannot compare with the hurricane that is lingering in the arena. The two storms intersect with each other from time to time,
A ball of dark red lightning burst out.
Luo Zhiqing passed through the eye of the storm with a diameter of several feet. In just a moment, his clothes were torn and his hair was scattered. The hurricane seemed to contain countless tiny knives, which cut Luo Zhiqing's body, leaving stains.
Blood stains. When he rushed through the two whirlwinds, his body hair and skin were already in tatters, but the light red flying sword in his hand did not waver, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Feng Sheng's throat.
Both speed and power are critical.
Feng Sheng sneered at Luo Zhiqing's desperate blow. He mocked and made a gentle pinch before the tip of the sword touched his throat.
Luo Zhiqing felt the sharp pain coming from his body, as if he was burning in the fire of karma. Just now he took the risk of breaking through the wind blade and passed through the eye of the storm just to win this blow, a blow that would sink the boat.
What I have seen most in the Wolf Valley over the years is how to hone one's body, how to make oneself strong in will, and how to survive in the ruthless nature of the blade. Listen to the power of Fenggu
There is always a knife hanging above their heads. Every year, many brothers from the wolf tribe die under this knife. Luo Zhiqing has never stopped tempering his body, honing his skills, and improving himself over the years.
With his cultivation level, this little skin injury is insignificant to him.
The tip of the sword reached Feng Sheng's throat, but was pulled aside by an invisible force. Luo Zhiqing had already prepared at least ten ways to deal with Feng Sheng's avoidance, but he didn't expect that the opponent would not dodge, but instead caused Feng Sheng to dodge.
The tip of my sword almost scraped his neck.[
Luo Zhiqing lost his good opportunity due to the inexplicable stab in the air. He quickly adjusted the angle of his body, making himself like a flying sword being thrown out, trying to stay out of Feng Sheng's attack range. But it was a little too late, Feng Sheng
With a glimmer of light in his eyes, he stretched out his hand very quickly, and a ball of cyan mist surrounded his palm. Anyone who was proficient in wood magic knew that it was a sealed storm rotating at high speed.
Luo Zhiqing's body shook violently, and he spun violently and flew out. He could no longer control his body at this moment and allowed himself to fly backwards with a force. There was a burning pain in his abdomen. He stretched out his hand,
I covered my belly and felt something warm flowing out of my belly.
Not daring to think what he thought, he transferred the spirit energy to his left hand, and a light cyan light surged up. The soft and warm thing was forcefully stuffed into his lower abdomen. Under the cyan light, he felt that the wound was healing rapidly.
At this moment, his body fell to the ground. At an extremely high speed, the black iron on the surface of the hard arena was forcefully smashed into a large crater by his flesh and blood body.
Looking at the dust and dust, Feng Sheng smiled. The blow just now was enough for this human monk from the wolf tribe to lie on the bed for several months. For a moment, he was in a daze, wondering if his blow just now was too much.
Too heavy? Then he shook his head with a chuckle, feeling ridiculous for his soft-heartedness. Either you die or I die in the ring. If you don't go all out, you will commit suicide.
The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, the sky was soft, and everything was happy. Feng Sheng was waiting for the middle-aged monk to pronounce the result of the competition. Everything happened naturally and fell into place. Who made him the green dragon of Lantau Pass?
Ten breaths later, there was a slight rustling sound from the arena. The middle-aged monk did not come on the stage. Feng Sheng became a little impatient. The corner of his eye subconsciously glanced at the large pit where Luo Zhiqing fell thirty feet away.
A stubborn figure appeared at the edge of the pit.
"He stood up?"
Feng Sheng knew the weight of his blow just now. Faced with this result, the expression on his face became solemn. This man's recovery ability was actually even better than that of Xia Shanhu.
Luo Zhiqing stood up stubbornly, with her bun covering her eyes. Her clothes were torn, revealing the head of a wolf tattooed on her chest. Her abdomen was a large area of black, bloody and bloody.
It was a skin injury, but the internal muscles have healed.
Feng Sheng looked at Luo Zhiqing gloomily and said to himself: "Aren't you a human monk?"
Although his voice was soft, Luo Zhiqing heard it clearly, and he answered clearly: "The blood of the wolf flows in my blood."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved at high speed, dragging out an afterimage on the ring. The judges around him could only hear the sound of the wind being torn apart.
Feng Sheng's hand holding Feijian began to tremble. He didn't understand why he was frightened by such a person whose strength was obviously inferior to his own. His overbearing recovery ability alone made him feel this way.
Soon after, the flying sword in Luo Zhiqing's hand was thrown out. With his own speed and the speed of the flying sword, the light red flying sword seemed to disappear in everyone's eyes, even the unique red light
All disappeared.
Chen Yunsheng, who was standing on the east stand, had blue eyes. He wanted to use the countercurrent of light to see clearly this earth-shattering move, but the sword was just a blur of light and shadow in his eyes. He clearly felt that there was coming from the left side behind him.
There was a tremor. That position should belong to Xu Bailu. Did he see something? This thought flashed in his mind.
Facing such a sharp blow, Feng Sheng was not sure to use the swirling airflow around him to deflect the sword, so he had to use the Qinglong Sword in his hand to block it.
The moment the Qinglong Sword touched the Jinghong, Feng Sheng felt a strong vibration coming from the sword in his hand, and then the vibration spread to his sea of consciousness. Finally, his whole body shook violently, and his wrists became soft.
Fa continued to block upwards.
Luo Zhiqing's sword is called Feixin, and the name of the sword comes from the faint red in the spine of the sword.
At this moment, the sword was like a poisonous snake spitting out red poison, approaching Feng Sheng's throat at extremely fast speed.