The expression on Xia Houshang's face was still so kind, but in Long Chuan's eyes, the other party was like a poisonous snake spitting out messages. He had just opened his frightening pupils, and a pair of sharp fangs were slowly extending.
open.
There was a blood-colored long sword in Long Yuan's hand. The blade was transparent and shimmering with red light. Seeing Long Yuan pull out the sword, Xia Houshang sighed: "I didn't expect your sword to be in good condition."
Long Yuan refused to talk nonsense with him, stepped forward and drew his sword, and a blazing red light pierced Xiahou Shang's throat. The sword was fast and accurate. Before the sword edge could reach it, a burst of sharp air hit Xiahou Shang's throat.
It was on his throat, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
He dodged to the side and quickly dodged Long Yuan's stab. Long Yuan didn't wait for the opponent to stop and struck out with another sword. The sword edge swept past and went straight to Xia Houshang's temple.
Xia Houshang fell flatly backward, his body almost level with the ground, and the long sword passed across his face, bringing with it a hunting mountain sound.
Long Yuan suddenly threw the long sword out of his hand, flew into the air, moved the sword with his parallel fingers, and slashed at Xiahou Shang. I don't know whether Xiahou Shang was a master of martial arts or simply looked down on Long Yuan. After the opponent attacked him several times, he
He lingered between the blades like an old man playing tricks on a naughty boy, not to mention hurting his body, even his fluttering clothes were not touched at all.
The two of them changed directions quickly, with red flying swords piercing the air and moving quickly around the ring.
At this point in the fight, both sides have never thrown out powerful spells as soon as they started. It is rare that this kind of battle is still orderly. If it weren't for the occasional flying sword that flew out of hand and flew back and forth in the air, some people would definitely think that this was just a fight.
Fights between martial arts masters.
After fighting with each other for a while, Xia Houshang retreated suddenly, with a cruel smile on his face and said: "That's enough, you still haven't used the soul method, you are really overstretching my patience." [
He waved his hands from bottom to top at will, and a spherical object suddenly appeared on the ground. After the next breath, the soil around the object quickly opened to both sides, revealing a blue stone head, and then two huge hands emerged from the ground.
It was dug out of the soil, and in less than a breath, a huge stone man appeared in front of Xiahou Shang.
"Stone Shadow Man!" Long Yuan gritted his teeth.
Xia Houshang quickly slapped the stone man behind him. The huge stone man stamped his feet on the ground. After a huge vibration, the stone man rose into the air and pressed towards Long Yuan with its huge body.
Long Yuan's long sword was raised upwards, and a red light with torn edges slashed towards the giant thing above his head. The moment the red light touched the huge stone statue, the stone statue suddenly disappeared, and the sword light lost its target and gradually disappeared.
in the sky.
Long Yuan was surprised when suddenly a strong force came from his side. He did not dare to delay and hurriedly blocked it with his sword. The strong force hit the red flying sword and then hit Long Yuan's body. He was knocked away.
Tens of feet away, it fell heavily to the ground.
Xia Houshang sneered and said: "Since you know this is called Stone Shadow Man, don't you know why it is called this name? It seems that you haven't mastered it yet, why not go back to the furnace and create another one for a few more years?"
The huge stone man took a big step and rushed towards Long Yuan with lightning speed. He raised a large and extremely uncoordinated fist and hit Long Yuan's head. After a loud "bang", the stone man's head
His hand sank more than three feet deep into the soil, and Long Yuan's head was completely smashed, splattering a pool of black blood.
The corners of Xia Houshang's mouth turned up, and he said with a trace of pity: "I don't understand why you have to seek death again and again when you are lucky enough to survive. You died unjustly. Maybe you really don't want the dead brothers to be alone. Go
Accompany them."
He had some time to rest, and when he was about to walk off the ring, he turned his head inadvertently, but his expression was stern. Xia Houshang found that no one in the stands around him was gone, and there was only the whine of the wind blowing through the empty seats. He hurriedly raised his head
, the sun above the head is actually purple, with traces of purple flames emitting from the edge of the sun.
"Illusion!"
Xia Houshang felt a chill running down his back. He had traveled across Qingzhou for so many years, but he had never been so deeply involved in the way of human beings. He actually fell completely into the illusion of a monk whose cultivation was a level lower than his own. There was only one reason that could be explained, and that was
Long Yuan's soul has become as powerful as his own, or even stronger than his own.
The space ten feet in front of Xia Houshang was extremely unnaturally curved. A person was born out of the air, as if he walked out of a curtain, and the world in front of him seemed to be on a film.
"Lu Fang!"
Xia Houshang struggled to identify this person as Lu Fang, the senior brother Long Yuan had always wanted to avenge.
Lu Fang raised his head mechanically, with a trace of confusion on his fair face. He walked slowly towards Xia Houshang and stopped when he was about three feet away from Xia Houshang. He opened his mouth with difficulty and said, "Master, do you still remember me?"
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Xia Houshang's mind was running rapidly, looking for an opportunity to break the illusion. He was convinced that he was able to achieve the illusion all because he underestimated the enemy and was careless. If he was given another chance, Long Yuan would not succeed so easily.
If you want to forcefully escape from the illusion, you can release a large amount of spiritual energy in a short period of time. Xia Houshang has done this before, but he was facing a strong enemy at that time. He doesn't need to be so anxious now. Deep down in his heart, he is really worried.
After forcibly escaping from the illusion, can I use half of my spiritual energy to deal with Long Yuan, who has a very low cultivation level but a high level of means?
At this moment, Lu Fang took out a dagger from his arms and stabbed it in the face. A huge gash was opened with one blow, blood burst out instantly, and the wound turned outward, revealing the white cheekbones.
Lu Fang said: "Master, do you still remember me?"
Xiahou Shang turned his head to the side, he didn't want to face this bloody face.
"Master, I used to be your favorite disciple, do you still remember me?" Lu Fang's voice rose a little higher.
"Shut up!"
Xia Houshang opened his hand, and suddenly two palms about ten feet long stretched out from the ground, swatting Lu Fang in the middle like a fly. After the stone palms were separated, Lu Fang turned into a pool of bones without flesh and blood.
Xia Houshang suddenly felt a chill in his back. He turned his head suddenly and found Lu Fangzheng standing a foot away from him, grinning at him with bared teeth.
Toward Lu Fang, with a sudden explosion, a huge crater that was more than ten feet long and wide was left in Lu Fang's original position. Lu Fang didn't even leave any bones or residue behind.
Before Xia Houshang could catch his breath, a handsome man appeared a foot in front of him. It was still Lu Fang. There was a trace of ridicule on the man's face, and he looked at Xia Houshang with disdain, as if waiting for the other party to tear him apart again.
smash.
Xia Houshang panted hard, waved his hand, and the huge stone figure jumped back, raised his fist and smashed Lu Fang into powder. The next breath, two Lu Fang appeared on his left and right, with different postures but the same expression.
, still with that slightly sarcastic smile.
Xia Houshang was completely angry. He had never experienced such humiliation in Qingzhou for so many years. He clasped his hands on his chest, made quick gestures, and muttered: "I'm going to kill you, Long Yuan, you wait."
With."
A ball of earth-yellow light surged from Xia Houshang's body and gradually penetrated deep into the ground. The earth began to shake, first shaking up and down, then left and right, and the huge soil cracked, forming bottomless ravines.
Pieces of soil are like wooden blocks floating on the sea, colliding and squeezing each other. Every time they meet, they release huge energy and stir up soil debris like waves. The world in front of us is completely destroyed, and the sky is completely destroyed.
The purple light emitted by the sun became no longer stable, and there was a hint of rupture in the trance.
A spiderweb-like crack appeared in the world, and the crack gradually spread, subverting everything that existed. Xia Houshang seemed to be a destroyer, the light on his fingertips flashed, the surrounding earth trembled, and the crack in the sky gradually expanded,
Everything ceased to exist.
This much-anticipated battle later turned into a fight that was not exciting at all. In the eyes of the audience, after a series of electric and fiery battles, there was a long silence. The two stood more than ten feet apart, each making secrets.
, and at the same time, there were wonderful expressions on their faces. But people came here not from thousands of miles away to watch the performance, and they didn't care about the richness of the faces of the two handsome monks. Many people were getting tired and stretched out.
They were lazing around, and some even began to chatter in all directions, making the scene very chaotic.
However, there are also knowledgeable people in the crowd, and many practitioners from aristocratic families have developed a strong interest in this fight. From the beginning to the present, the types of fights on Mingyuetai have been ever-changing, except for the showdown of illusions. Long Yuan's appearance on the stage can be described as
It sets a precedent. Although the two people in the ring are like two stiff wooden stakes at the moment, it is actually very dangerous.
The contest between the two at this moment is ultimately a contest between inhibition and counter-inhibition. The changes in the expressions on the faces of the two are the changing of advantages during the battle.
Long Yuan's face gradually turned pale, his hands on the magic formula on his chest were trembling slightly, and the sweat on his forehead had slipped to his chin, and then dripped on the ground.
Long Yuan tried his best to cast the illusion, while Xiahou Shang tried his best to break the illusion. In the eyes of everyone, illusion is what Long Yuan relies on. If Xia Houshang breaks the illusion, then only failure awaits Long Yuan.
Xia Houshang suddenly opened his eyes, and there were two gleams of cold light in his eyes, as cold as the bitter cold ice in the far north.
"Your illusion skills have improved, but you can't trap me."
There was a trace of cruelty on Xia Houshang's face. This expression made Long Yuan shudder. It was the same expression when the other party ate his senior brother. He was sure that Xia Houshang had murderous intentions, and he was afraid that his next move would kill him.
.
Long Yuan let out a long breath, raised his hands high, and said loudly: "Wait a minute, I admit defeat."
The whole place was in an uproar as soon as this statement came out. From the beginning of the arena to now, no one has taken the initiative to admit defeat. Long Yuan is undoubtedly the first one.