Feng Sheng was still very experienced. The Qinglong Sword in his hand instantly inspired a ball of cyan light. Feixin was slightly disturbed by this light, and the forward trajectory changed slightly. In addition, Feng Sheng's body
Subconsciously, he leaned back to avoid his throat, but not his cheeks.
Feixin left a finger-deep sword mark on his right cheek. Before the blood flowed out, Luo Zhiqing's body was already in front of him. He raised his fist and hit Feng Sheng in the chest.
, the force of this blow was so great that it directly penetrated the invisible wind shield surrounding Feng Sheng's body, hit Feng Sheng hard on the chest, and knocked the lean man away more than ten feet.
Before his body hit the ground, Luo Zhiqing appeared behind him, raised his leg, and kicked Feng Sheng on the butt. The Qinglong from Lantau Pass was kicked out by him like a ball.
Feng Sheng's body was in mid-air, like a kite with its string broken, spinning and floating backward. At first, the backward speed was very fast, and then it gradually slowed down. A gentle wind held him up, and finally stopped completely.
Mid-air.
After this breathless blow, Luo Zhiqing stood upright on the ring, although his abdomen was still bloody, although his clothes were in tatters, and although there were still layers of scars on his body
, but he did not fall. Not only that, he also severely injured Feng Sheng with a shocking blow. This man has always been the pride of Lantau Pass.
People's mood experienced a reversal in an instant. Even the most silent people could not withstand such a shock. They cheered and waved their arms wildly, forming a wave of people in the stands. At this moment, no one cared.
The defeated person was from Jinsha or Longchuan.
While people were enjoying their passion for the winner, Feng Sheng stood up slowly, his face turned from bronze to pale, and a touch of red flowed from the corner of his mouth involuntarily, and blood dripped onto the soft armor on his chest, and the armor on his chest
It was completely destroyed, revealing the strong and bruised muscles.
Feng Sheng smiled with difficulty. This smile was no longer the contemptuous smile at the beginning.
Luo Zhiqing looked at the other party calmly. Feng Sheng's extraordinary ability to resist blows was beyond his expectation. The man who could become the symbol of Lantau Pass must not be an ordinary person. Fighting with the lion monster of the Suanni tribe all day long, he was naturally against
There was some immunity to the attack methods of the orcs, and when he started to attack, he thought that this person must not be that kind of vase-like figure.[
The cheers around him slowly quieted down, as if a pot of charcoal fire was gradually immersed in the water, and the silence was heart-stopping. People did not expect that after enduring two heavy blows and a sword wound, Feng Sheng could still stand up. To be honest, the two of them fought.
The abnormal level of fighting ability they have shown so far makes them very uncomfortable. This kind of cruelty certainly makes many people with strong hormone secretion cheer, but most people still like the kind of light and easy way to determine the winner and loser.
The battle is like the previous ones, with one strike determining the outcome. The battle is about a state, and the fight is about an artistic conception. It seems that this is the only way an extraordinary monk should present himself.
From the beginning of the competition to now, Ji Pingnan has been in a state of resting with his eyes closed. At this moment, he finally opened his weathered eyes, with a suppressed excitement flowing in his eyes. Ten seats next to him,
Qin Shiyue looked seriously at the two young men on the stage who were brewing new spells.
"Feng Sheng should be much more than that."
Qin Shiyue said calmly, ostensibly speaking to Lord Chang Ping on the side, but in fact, she was shouting to Ji Pingnan from afar.
"Of course he is more than that. The biggest problem with this kid is that he is soft-hearted. If he enters this state from the beginning, there is no need to suffer all this."
Ji Pingnan said angrily. The words he had suppressed for a long time finally came out, but they still had a sour taste.
Somehow these words reached the ears of Liu Shengsheng in the center of the front row. The monarch of Jinsha stood up suddenly, turned around and looked at Ji Pingnan and said: "General Protector of the Country, are you serious about this?"
Ji Pingnan stood up quickly, bowed his body like a prawn, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, I don't dare to joke, Feng Sheng still has some strength left."
Seeing the other party's frightened look, Liu Shengsheng smiled smartly and said: "If Feng Sheng can win this game, it will be considered as a boost to our national prestige in Jinsha. I will reward him with a hundred high-grade spiritual stones and a high-grade magic weapon."
The wrinkles on Ji Pingnan's face relaxed and he said respectfully: "Thank you, Your Majesty."
Liu Xiaoshan on the side glanced at her father displeasedly and muttered: "It's still Qinglong, I look like a caterpillar, not as cool as Luo Zhiqing over there."
Fan Ruoxi pursed her lips and smiled, and Liu Shengsheng pretended not to hear. The three members of the family were a perfect match.
The two people on the ring did not expect that there were so many stories happening under the ring. For them, defeating the opponent was the only idea at the moment, and there was nothing else to worry about.
"I have to say, I looked down on you a little at the beginning."
Feng Sheng tried hard to calm his breathing and keep his words emotionless.[
Luo Zhiqing sneered: "You have paid the price for your contempt, now please show your true ability."
"I won't let you down." Feng Sheng said harshly.
Luo Zhiqing slowly approached the opponent, with the sword in his hand stretched flat in front of his chest, and the tip of the sword pointed at Feng Sheng's throat in the air.
Feng Sheng stretched out his fingers and dipped the blood on his cheek, and made a hand gesture in the air. At first he could still see clearly, but then it became faster and faster, and finally he could only see a ball of light red light and shadow.
A woman's exclamation came from the east stand, "The dragon roars from the sky!"
Chen Yunsheng looked at Jiang Xueqin behind him and asked: "Is this the magic formula of Jiuxiao Longyin?"
The woman nodded slowly.
Chen Yunsheng knew that among this group of people, no one was more proficient in the wood method than Jiang Xueqin, and wood produced wind, and the wind method was just a branch of the wood method. The status of Jiuxiao Longyin in the wood method was the same as that in the fire method.
Fire Dragon Technique is similar to Ice Chi Technique in Water Magic. They are both advanced spells. There are very few people who practice this kind of magic and it is very difficult. Of course, the power is directly proportional to the difficulty.
He turned back and stared closely at Luo Zhiqing on the ring. He saw the opponent's body gradually moving, and a green wolf shadow appeared behind Luo Zhiqing.
"Young Master has turned into a wolf." The three wolf demons said in unison.
Seeing Luo Zhiqing's strange behavior, Bai Huahua asked with some confusion: "Brother, why do you think the wolf clan's wolf transformation is similar to our god transformation?"
Bai Shisan patted the woman's forehead and said: "Silly girl, do you think that the ability to transform into gods is unique to our White Tiger clan? All the beast clans in the world have their natal beasts bound to themselves in the form of totems.
A spell that enhances strength. This is the supreme glory given by God to the orcs, allowing us to always remember where we came from. Even if the appearance changes, even if the voice changes, the ancestors have not changed."
Bai Huahua nodded thoughtfully and looked at Luo Zhiqing, who was moving faster and faster on the ring.
The wind is blowing in the arena, and even the dullest person can feel it. One after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, layer by layer, cyan, gray, dark red, and earthy yellow winds are tangled together and stirring.
, rolling like a huge braid, Luo Zhiqing kept waving the Fei Xin in his hand, cutting away the wind blocking him while maintaining forward speed.
Feng Sheng was making secrets while moving around the ring. His speed was very fast and his trajectory was unique. Like a fallen leaf in the wind, you never know where it will slide next. This made Luo Zhiqing unable to catch it for a while.
Hit him.
He is not afraid of the opponent's sword, but he doesn't want to fight Luo Zhiqing head-on. If it is a life and death battle, he will definitely not use this move, because the move is dead, and the person is alive. Wait for you to use "Nine Heavens Dragon Song"
, although the power is terrible, but the opponent has already escaped, and only a fool will stay where you are and let you beat him.
The arena is different. Retreating means failure. Everyone can only stick to this space. Feng Sheng does not intend to continue to entangle with the opponent. Luo Zhiqing has already made him too embarrassed. Using this technique can quickly end the battle.
The process of performing Jiuxiao Dragon Song is very complicated. Even though Feng Sheng's technique is superb, it still takes fifteen breaths. Although Luo Zhiqing is fast, he didn't touch the corner of the opponent's clothes for such a long time, which made him
Somewhat annoyed.
The wind on the arena grew stronger and stronger, and the dust around the arena was picked up by the strong wind and flew straight into the sky. In the center of the arena, a huge gray-green tornado with a diameter of five feet was twisting. On the side of the central tornado,
There are also four small tornadoes, about one foot in diameter. Feng Sheng has already disappeared from the ring. He is now in the eye of the huge tornado. Luo Zhiqing can only feel the opponent's existence with the help of his spiritual mind.
The howling of the strong wind became stronger and stronger, as if there was an ancient strange beast hovering in the arena. The huge howling sound made the people around feel uneasy. The Jinsha people have a natural interest in the wind. They live and die in the wind.
In the wind, especially young people, but when the wind is strong at this level, besides being amazed, they are still amazed.
Luo Zhiqing stood twenty feet away from the central tornado. His feet were like roots growing on the ring. Even though his clothes were flying like butterflies, his body remained straight and did not fall forward. The pale figure behind him
The wolf became more and more obvious, and the flying sword in his hand was surrounded by a faint red light.
Seeing that the five tornadoes were tending to gather together, Luo Zhiqing knew that he could not wait any longer. He struck out a sword technique, and a crimson-colored rainbow of light about ten feet long struck out. The sound was quite shocking, and it streaked across the air sadly.
A dark red line seemed to split the space.
Feixin hit the outer edge of the huge tornado, and the rainbow brought by the flying sword was drawn out by the tornado and evenly distributed around the tornado, adding a thin reddish ribbon to the blue-gray tornado.
[1] This word definitely didn’t exist at that time, so just laugh it off and let everyone just let it go.