The tip of the flying sword connected with the outer edge of the storm. At the point of contact, a large piece of light red lightning was released. Feixin's forward speed slowed down, but the direction of the sword's edge remained unchanged. -" Luo Zhi
There was a hint of paleness on Qing's face, and it was obvious that the actual situation was not as easy as it looked from the outside. The huge rotation force of the storm made him gradually lose control of the flying sword.
In the final analysis, the art of controlling objects is all about the ability to control external objects, whether it is the transformation of flying swords or the increase of power. A monk has weak control over flying swords, and his opponent can make his magic weapon out of control with a casual move.
This situation is very dangerous. If a monk is not strong enough and does not have self-defense spells, losing control of his natal object means exposing himself naked to the opponent. Therefore, many monks practice the art of guarding objects on their first day.
Since then, the credo I have been exposed to repeatedly is "never lose control of your magic weapon."
Luo Zhiqing was facing this danger at the moment, and Fei Xin was becoming more and more out of his control. At this moment, the sword had already burst into the middle of the storm. The violent vibrations coming from the sword made his mind tremble together, and the consumption of spiritual energy surged.
It was already impossible for him to withdraw the flying sword. The storm had a huge suction force, causing his sword to be sucked into the center of the storm step by step.
The four surrounding tornadoes gradually converged with the huge tornado in the center. In addition to rotating, the four tornadoes also rotated around the central tornado. The waves of rumbling sounds like thunder amplified the uneasiness in the hearts of those watching the battle to the extreme.
The originally clear sky suddenly changed its face. The sky covered by black clouds was entangled with the tail of a huge tornado extending into the sky, forming a huge funnel, as if it was trying to swallow up the thunder and lightning in the sky.
It's like clouds pouring down.
Chen Yunsheng looked at this spell that stirred up the changes in the sky, and felt more and more uneasy in his heart. He asked himself over and over again how he could resist such a spell. No matter what method he used, there was only one result: escape. But what about on the stage?
Can he escape? The only thing he hopes at the moment is that Luo Zhiqing does not lose his life because of this competition.
In this way, it is a group of people who are sad.
Jiang Xueqin's worried voice sounded, "This is the fourth change of the Nine Heavens Dragon Song - the Five Dragon Heaven Change. Even the Nascent Soul cultivator can't resist it."
In fact, even if she didn't say it, with the momentum that stirred the world, everyone knew the amazing extent of this method. The Nascent Soul monk's method of resisting is just a general term. The methods of practice used by practitioners are different, and the effects achieved are different.
It is also different. Some people specialize in physical arts and have tough bodies. Even at the Golden Core stage, they may not be as durable as ordinary Nascent Soul monks.[
Just when everyone was filled with worry, there was a muffled sound of thunder in the sky, and a giant green dragon fell from the sky, with black clouds surrounding its body. Wherever it passed, a huge whirlwind stirred up rumbling waves.
Whistling sound.
There is a small dot far away in the sky, which can be seen with the naked eye. People with sharp eyes began to exclaim, "Feng Sheng is in the sky!"
"He can actually fly so high!"
"Oh my god, is he still human?"
The five tornadoes gradually stopped. The giant dragon absorbed all the power of the tornado and pressed towards the ring with great momentum. The ring with a radius of more than ten hectares instantly turned dark. The giant green dragon seemed not to want to end the battle like this.
It swung its head and tail around the ring, enjoying the exclamations and hysterical cries of the people, and looking at the crazy sentient beings in the world.
Luo Zhiqing's face was full of calmness, but in the eyes of others, it looked like despair. Facing such a perverted spell, what else could he do if he even lost his flying sword?
The eyes of the three wolf demons were full of determination, they were the only ones who believed in the young master's strength.
Luo Zhiqing slowly created a magic formula, and its uniqueness caught the attention of all the monks present.
In the North Stand, Ji Pingnan couldn't hide the pride on his face. He chuckled and said: "What is he doing? What can stop this blow that stirs up the world? After today's battle, everyone in the world will remember the name Feng Sheng.
Only the late-stage golden elixir can drive the Nine Heavens Dragon Roar, and he is worthy of being the first among the golden elixir monks in the world."
Although these words were arrogant, they were unreasonable. Qin Shiyue curled his lips, while Wanqi Guanxi shook his elegant head. Luo Zhiqing had been sentenced to death in his heart, and he murmured: "This
The first person to die in the ring will be born."
Just when everyone thought that Luo Zhiqing was going to die and were all discussing the circumstances under which this young wolf clan leader should lose his life, something changed in the arena.
The green wolf shadow behind Luo Zhiqing began to shake, and magnified. For a moment, a huge green wolf shadow appeared in the center of the ring. The green wolf was more than ten feet tall and thirty feet long.
Duozhang, with his head held high, let out a frightening wolf howl at the giant dragon hovering in the sky, his eyes full of disdain.
Luo Zhiqing's face was full of pride. He jumped lightly in the air and stepped on the wolf's back with his feet, as if the blue shadow was not an illusion but a real thing.
"Incarnation outside the body!"
Chen Yunsheng recognized the essence of this huge wolf at a glance. Luo Zhiqing's external incarnation is fundamentally different from Feng Sheng's magic. This is not so much a magic as it is an inheritance from the blood.
Power. The Canglang clan has a long history, and the power left by their ancient ancestors flows in the blood of their people. The various spells passed down orally by the ancestors of the beast clan are just to stimulate this power. Although the beast clan is better than the human race in practice
There is a big difference, but there are still many gifts from heaven, otherwise they would have disappeared from the world long ago.[
Feng Sheng was above the nine heavens, looking at the cyan light and shadow on the ground, and couldn't help but frown. Meeting such a powerful opponent made him excited and gave him a headache. With a flick of his wrist, the huge blue dragon
With a roar of "Ouch", he swung his head and swung his tail towards the wolf on the ground, making the ground within ten hectares tremble.
Luo Zhiqing's face was red, and he was quite excited. A roar like a hungry wolf burst out from his chest, and the giant green wolf under his feet got up on all fours and rushed towards the mountain-like dragon above his head. The dragon's first appearance
He opened his mouth wide and bit the wolf's neck. At the same time, the dragon's body quickly wrapped around the wolf. Layers of mysterious transparent runes appeared on the body of the dark blue dragon, which was about several feet thick.
The wolf's huge claws made a series of wounds on the dragon's body, and the wolf's fangs penetrated deeply into the dragon's body. Although this dragon was transformed by the storm, it already had a third degree of spirituality. It felt like its body was being torn apart by the wolf.
He couldn't help but become more angry, and the fangs on his mouth increased strength, piercing deeply into the thick skin on the wolf's neck.
The two monsters were rolling and fighting on the ring, as if they were fighting between ordinary coyotes in the mountains and a giant python. However, both sides of the fight were hundreds of times larger, and their strength was astonishing. It was a lively ring.
It was completely vulnerable to the sharp teeth of the two giant beasts. In an instant, cracks about dozens of feet long and about ten feet wide appeared. The cracks got bigger and bigger, and there were more and more, and finally they spread all over the entire arena.
, shaped like a spider.
Liu Yisheng stroked his beard, and he finally understood how fragile the ten-layer Vajra Whispering Formation on the stage was. Even if a few layers of wind and lightning protection were added to the formation, so what? This kind of power has long been beyond the power of ordinary monks.
He had some doubts about the scope that he could control. If he were on the stage, what kind of means would he use to scare Canglang and Qinglong?
Luo Zhiqing jumped in the air, and with the help of the wolf's head and the dragon's body, he rushed to the height where Feng Sheng was standing. The scarlet heart in his hand shot out, still aiming at the opponent's throat.
Feng Sheng had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Even if Luo Zhiqing didn't jump up to find him, he would go down and have a good meeting with the young master of the wolf clan. The Qinglong Sword in his hand turned into a crystal clear green dragon, shaking his head and tail.
The flying sword in Luo Zhiqing's hand was entangled. The two of them were going back and forth in the air, and the fight was very lively.
The two men no longer held back and went all out. Although the fight between the two beasts in the ring was fierce, it was not critical and could only attract the attention of ordinary spectators. All the knowledgeable monks focused their attention on the battle in the sky.
In terms of the sophistication of the sword technique, Feng Sheng is better than Luo Zhiqing, so the Qinglong Sword has already scratched several serious scars on his body. But Luo Zhiqing's advantage lies in his body and strong recovery ability.
With his near-perfect physical strength, even though he looked embarrassed on the scene, he actually did not lag behind.
Gongsun Xing, who was on the west stand, looked at the two giant beasts in the ring and murmured: "Feng Sheng is indeed the number one figure. It was not just his luck that he killed the elder Suanni in the dense forest of Lantau Island.
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Zuo Ke on the side said: "Although Qinglong and Canglang are both powerful, they are a bit monotonous compared to Uncle Master's Five Frightening Transformations."
Gongsun Xing turned his head and looked at him, saying disdainfully: "I don't understand why you asked them to come to compete with us. Are they worthy? Use your brain before speaking next time. Senior brother asked you two to follow me. I'm really angry."
Zuo Ke couldn't help but look ashamed when he flattered the horse, while Right Ke lowered his head and chuckled.
A stick of incense passed, and the Canglang and Qinglong in the arena disappeared. Only Luo Zhiqing and Feng Sheng were left. Whether they were to control the Dragon of the Nine Heavens or to maintain their external incarnations, they needed a lot of spiritual energy.
Everyone has reached their limit.
Luo Zhiqing gasped, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly. He knew clearly that his spiritual energy had been exhausted. If he continued to fight, he would be fighting for the Tao foundation he had worked hard to cultivate for many years. Feng Sheng was better than him.
, the Qinglong Sword quickly rotated around him, obviously he still had some strength left.
Just when Luo Zhiqing was about to strike hard, a white streamer was thrown from the east stand. The seemingly soft thing actually pierced the ring, and then stood upright in the air like a gun, not caring about the ring at all.
The remaining strong winds above are so disturbing that it has to be surprising.