Even if the three of them challenge, none of them can be a match for the new disciples of the Spirit Clan, let alone Ye Qingcheng, who has no fighting ability.
In front of the ocean, where everyone is watching.
The bright moon shines brightly on the oceans and mountains, and the outlines of mountains and rivers for three thousand generations are hidden in the rich and vast night.
Long Shitian stepped forward, using his sword to swerve, fighting the muscular man's Five Elements Earth Technique from the side! The power of the magic profession lies in its unpredictability, tapping the potential of the body's instincts, using the resources between heaven and earth, and transforming it into one's own.
The sharpest weapon in his hand! The man's hands were covered with sand. Not only that, the moist yellow sand from the seaside covered the soles of Long Shitian's feet. For a moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and the rolling yellow sand covered people's eyes.
Compared with the other four magic methods, Five Elements Earth Technique is more flexible! Earth Technique relies on the power of sand and soil, which can be used for strength or agility. It all depends on the practitioner's own attainment index! In an instant, the sky and the earth lose color, and the sun and the moon lose their light.
, all eyes are focused on the battle situation.
Qing Ge seemed not to care, but he was always paying attention to the fighting situation here.
, this is the first battle for Long Shitian and others in three thousand lifetimes, it means too much.
If you lose, you will be bullied in the future. If you win, you will sing to the Martial Arts Association! This is their battle! Qingge's eyes fell on Ye Qingcheng, her eyebrows and eyes were gentle.
Ye Qingcheng had been sitting still for a long time, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed, but based on Qingge's understanding of Ye Qingcheng, Ye Qingcheng seemed to be thinking about something.
What does she want to do?
Qingge's heart trembled slightly.
This battle is of extraordinary significance to Ye Qingcheng.
Among the various magic techniques of the Three Thousand Worlds, most of the magic techniques rely too much on magic weapons! For example, the Shenyin tribe’s piano, flute, pipa and Xiao Sheng, and the paintbrush required by Princess Linglong’s technique
...Mo Xie's subordinate, Lin Mo Mo, one of the Lin sisters, lives up to her name, and the pen she uses can be considered a type of Jie Hua technique.
In the past days, Ye Qingcheng, who had not yet escaped from the illusion, only knew how to use the piano to kill sounds, but he never knew how to unite the human and the piano.
Ye Qingcheng, who has lost Fu Xiqin, has no combat capability at all! Fu Xiqin is Ye Qingcheng's greatest weapon and one of her weaknesses! Perhaps, for Ye Qingcheng, it is also a good thing to experience a battle without Fu Xiqin.
Good thing.
Suddenly, Qingge's consciousness moved slightly, as if he had realized something.
But she saw a faint smoke emerging from the properly placed Fuxi Qin fragments in her sacred tree space.
The snow-white smoke gradually became thicker, and Fuxi Qin in the snow smoke was becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally disappeared completely.
Qing Ge frowned.
So good, how could Fuxiqin disappear?
How is this going?
Before Qingge had time to think too much, he saw that the battle was in full swing, so he concentrated on watching the battle! Around him, the voices of disciples from various races could be heard discussing: "You said that the new disciples of the Spiritual Clan can deal with these arrogant flames within a few moves.
A man of heaven?"
"No more than three moves."
"You underestimate them too much. Maybe they are like Princess Ji and can create miracles all the time."
"Three moves are already a promotion."
"..." Boom! In an instant, Long Shitian's sword made a terrifying sword sound, and actually defeated the yellow sand on the ground! Sand dust scattered, and there was the sound of ocean whales. Long Shitian's face was expressionless, his features were delicate, and the sword in his hand
The blade struck the muscular man approaching.
The muscular man's pair of yellow iron arms are about to shatter Long Shitian's sword! "It's a small trick."
Long Shitian smiled disdainfully, spreading the aura of the sword blade in his hand, and jumped away from the yellow sand of the iron arm with a sword. The sharp sword made a wound on the man's arm.
The blood was red, piercing the eyes! The muscular man's magic attack was solved by Long Shitian with one move! The next moment, Long Shitian leapt up on the ground with his feet, his green shirt fluttering, and he descended from a high place, his body hanging on the ground.
It was like a scene was frozen in mid-air. The sword blade in his hand pointed at the muscular man's eyebrows, and he said unhurriedly: "You lose."
One move! Just one move! The onlookers all around widened their eyes.
This person had three years of professional experience in magic, but he was defeated by Long Shitian, who had just arrived in the third thousand worlds, with one move?
At the same time, the disciples in the Seven Swords Sect team let out loud shouts! They originally didn't have much attitude towards Long Shitian. Even if Long Shitian was bullied by the new disciples of the Spirit Clan, it was just a rule of three thousand generations.
But when they saw Long Shitian defeating the new disciple of the Spirit Tribe with one move, and the swordsmanship talent he displayed was unparalleled and wonderful, they all cheered! "Junior Brother Long, this sword is so exciting! It's so powerful!"
"No, our Seven Swords Sect will never produce useless cowards, but we have only come three thousand lifetimes three years earlier. Does Nao Shizi's Five Elements Earth Technique also want to crush my Junior Brother Long?
What a big joke!”
"Junior Brother Long, beat him! Beat him until he goes home to find his mother!"
A burst of laughter spread all around, and the muscular man pointed at by Long Shitian with his sword stood on the wet ground, daring not to move.
I saw the tip of the sword scratched the skin between the man's eyebrows, and drops of blood flowed down. His thick eyebrows and big eyes were full of horror, and he couldn't believe that he had lost with just one move.
The disciples of the Spirit Clan and the disciples of all races who were watching the excitement were stunned. Such a result was unimaginable.
In fact, this was still a massacre, but the nature had changed. The one holding the butcher's knife was actually Long Shitian, who had just stepped into the third thousand lives! The Spirit Clan disciples looked at Liu Yan'er and another new disciple, the strong one.
The iron claws of the Han Dynasty are as powerful as a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, and a fierce tiger descends from the mountain, as heavy as a mountain! The orthodox beast-capturing technique is also one of the most practiced magic professions! In the eyes of the strong man, Liu Yan'er is about to be captured.
The captured beast, the fish on the chopping board! Let him slaughter it! The rest of the Spirit Clan disciples hoped that Liu Yan'er would be humiliated miserably! The iron claws were sharp, Liu Yan'er stood there without moving at all, she lowered her head
Looking at the upper, the noise in my ears was ignored, and I could only hear the echo from the deep sea.
Ancient, solemn and sacred.
It was like the voice of a god, the sound of a Buddha! Just as the iron claws were coming down from her heavenly spirit cap, the sea breeze lifted up her skirt, making her pair of slender white legs and the scar from the end of her eyebrows to her collarbone look particularly coquettish.
Suddenly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, she raised her eyes and looked forward.
A pair of pupils turned silver in an instant, and even the eyelashes seemed to be covered with white frost! The iron claws were about to break her heavenly spirit cover, but when they got close, they seemed to be isolated by a transparent shield, regardless of the spirit race
No matter how hard the new disciple tried, he couldn't move forward even half an inch.
Then I saw dense frost covering under the strong man’s iron claws, and a piece of ice suddenly appeared! “Broken!”
After Liu Yan'er finished speaking, he saw the ice turned into countless arrows of wind and snow, piercing through the strong man's iron claws! Before the strong man could dodge, ice and snow enveloped him, like a cage, making it impossible for him to escape.
He became an ice sculpture.
As Liu Yan'er sat forward, ice appeared beneath her feet, and the surrounding wind and snow were biting.
Liu Yan'er suddenly took out the Waning Moon Sword from his back and cut him in half.
She grinned.
"But, that's it."
Her voice was scattered in the sea breeze and ice and snow. Although there was no blood splashing and no cruel scene, these light words made the young disciples' hair stand on end.
How can someone who follows Princess Ji all year round cause trouble and provoke others?
It's just asking for death.
The vigorous and resolute actions, the iron fist of the methods, and the ruthlessness made the disciples of all ethnic groups feel cold and no longer dare to watch with the mentality of watching the fun.