Lin Ming turned a deaf ear to all the discussions and asked me to make three moves? Okay, then you give in. I will see if you still have a chance to make a move after three moves!
"The game begins!"
The referee announced what the audience had been waiting for. Lin Ming did not rush out immediately, but the pure purple essence wrapped around his right fist became more intense. There were crackling flashes of lightning, and he could faintly hear what sounded like
The roar of the dragon!
With a confident smile on his face, Fang Qi stretched out his hand, and a golden formation talisman appeared out of thin air. In the group stage, Fang Qi faced Zhou Yan, a disciple of the Weapon Refining Sect, and used this formation talisman to instantly swallow the red blood released by the opponent.
Fire of fire.
Fang Qi had sufficient confidence in this formation talisman. Except for a few perverts from other branch sects, no one present could break it with one strike, because it contained an inner space that could contain and divert attacks, unless it exceeded the formation.
Fang Qi's endurance would be at the limit, otherwise no attack would harm Fang Qi at all.
Fang Qi said carelessly that he had given Lin Ming three moves. He relied on this small formation talisman to block three of Lin Ming's full-strength moves. Did he still have the nerve to continue fighting?
Fang Qi is looking forward to the expression on Lin Ming's face when the time comes, just like he did to Jing Chanyu when he promised five breaths of time to provoke the other party's unwillingness and then severely suppress their resistance. This is very interesting.
things.
At this time, in the audience, Jing Chanyu pinched her hands together nervously. She had also seen this formation talisman before. She was afraid that Lin Ming would follow in her footsteps. If so, it would be a serious blow to the warrior's self-confidence.
Can Lin Ming break the curse of Fang Qi's three moves? At least make the opponent panic a little and take away the look of disdain on his face!
Holding the flashing talisman in one hand, Fang Qi smiled and said, "Aren't you ready yet?"
"I'm waiting for you to be ready!" Lin Ming grinned and suddenly stepped on the ground with both feet. As the rocks under his feet shattered, a series of phantoms appeared from his body!
Lin Ming's right fist was mixed with the mighty and tyrannical power of thunder, five thousand vibrating true energy, like five thousand ferocious dragons! The violent fist force made the surrounding air emit a harsh whistling sound!
Click, click, click!
As the earth and rocks flew and the air waves rolled, the violent zhenyuan plowed a deep groove on the floor tiles and punched out. The punch decided the world!!
Faced with such momentum, Fang Qi felt inexplicably guilty for a moment, but thinking about it, he was a direct disciple after all. This space transfer formation talisman is also the core formation skill in the sect, so it is not unstoppable.
Thinking like this, Fang Qi regained his confidence and threw out the golden formation talisman. He was unsure of himself and did not dare to use the formation talisman to meet Lin Ming's fist at close range.
"roll!"
Lin Ming shouted loudly, and slammed his right fist on the golden formation talisman, causing the shock and true energy to explode!
"Crack!"
Just a crisp sound was heard, and with the explosion of fist power visible to the naked eye, the golden formation talisman was shattered into pieces like an egg crushed by a foot!
However, Lin Ming's fist power did not decrease and he continued to hit Fang Qi!
Fang Qi’s expression changed drastically!
How is it possible?
In a hurry, Fang Qi took out a formation disk from the Sumeru Ring. As soon as the formation disk appeared, it glowed with green light.
"Nine turns of blue light array!"
A thick cyan light curtain appeared in front of Fang Qi and met Lin Ming's fist.
"boom!"
Five thousand strands of vibrating essence pounced forward ferociously like a hungry tiger, penetrating into every inch of the structure of the cyan light curtain. The cyan light curtain only persisted for a moment before suddenly shattering.
Although Lin Ming's fist strength was offset a lot, he still broke the light curtain and moved forward!
Fang Qi was shocked, biting the tip of his tongue fiercely, forcing a mouthful of blood to spit out on the formation plate. In the blink of an eye, another cyan light curtain formed, but this light curtain was glowing with a faint red light!
"Click!"
Lin Ming's fist strength had been consumed by nearly half, and he hit the blue-red light curtain with a heavy impact. With a crashing explosion, more than half of the light curtain was broken, but it was just barely able to hold on.
Fang Qi, who was behind the light curtain, looked pale, and the energy and blood in his body was boiling. Because the essence and blood were forcibly activated in an instant, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood, but he forcefully swallowed it back. This swallowing made him even more angry.
If you feel uncomfortable, your face will certainly not look good.
Lin Ming raised his eyebrows, "You actually blocked it? The direct disciple is indeed somewhat capable, so... there are two more moves!"
When Fang Qi heard what Lin Ming said, his face suddenly looked as ugly as his dead mother's. The promise of three moves was promised by his own foul mouth!
Who would have thought of meeting such a pervert! One punch forced him to use the Nine-turn Blue Light Formation, and he even used it twice. The second time he used it too hastily and had no time to draw the formation talisman, so he had to force out a mouthful of blood essence!
With the three-move restriction, if it were a private decisive battle, he could still go back on his word, but now in front of all the disciples in the valley, as a direct disciple, he couldn't afford to lose this person.
Even if he risked his life to block these three moves, he would have to block them all, otherwise he would have no shame in staying in Qixuan Valley in the future.
"It doesn't matter. It should have been his strongest attack just now. Since it is his ultimate move, it must consume a lot of money and is unlikely to be used consecutively. The power of the next attack should be much weaker. And I just said that because
I was in such a mess because of my hasty defense. If I prepare in advance, it will be much better. At worst, I will use my trump card..."
Fang Qi comforted himself like this, feeling a little more confident.
The entire arena was eerily quiet, and the disciples who had used the loudspeaker array to shout wildly in support of Fang Qi fell silent. They thought Fang Qi could easily block the blow, but they didn't expect this to be the result.
Although Fang Qi suppressed the blood boiling in his chest and did not vomit blood on the spot and lose face, the audience present were not idiots and naturally saw that Fang Qi had suffered a small loss just now.
"Damn, why don't you shout, we want to cheer for Senior Brother Fang!"
"Yes, this is the time to cheer. The one named Lin Ming probably used some secret method to send out the punch just now. It cannot last long. Senior Brother Fang will still win even if he gives up three moves!"
"Yes, yes! How could Senior Brother Fang lose?"
These disciples of the Formation Sect had exerted all their strength and were just about to continue shouting, but their voices suddenly got stuck in their throats. Some of the ones who had already shouted were like roosters that were crowing at the top of their lungs and were suddenly choked.
Neck, the voice became extremely weird.
Because they saw Lin Ming in the center of the field lightly touch the Sumeru Ring, followed by a flash of white light, and a bright spear appeared in his hand!
Chongxuan Softsilver gun is released!
"Weapons? He still has weapons?"
"Didn't Lin Ming use fists?"
"How come he still has a weapon!?"
The disciples of the Formation Sect were all stunned. In Tianyan Continent, although there were not many warriors who did not use weapons, they were not uncommon. For example, the two brothers Jingchanyu and Jingchanshi from the Jingchan Kingdom. They only used their palms and finger shadows.
They took it for granted that Lin Ming was a martial artist who used fists. Although the attack range of fists was short, they were more flexible and precise. If used well and supplemented by high-level boxing skills, they would not necessarily be worse than swords.
But if a warrior has weapons, then he must specialize in weapons, and his fists will only be auxiliary.
It's just a auxiliary fist, but it has such power?
How is this possible!?
"He's bluffing!"
Some disciples of the Formation Sect said stubbornly, but his voice did not win much recognition. All the disciples of the Formation Sect looked a little ugly. Fang Qi, the only disciple in their sect, seemed to have... kicked an iron plate.
In the corner of the players' bench, Ouyang Zifeng looked at the silver spear in Lin Ming's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched, "Did I not even force out his weapon when I dueled with him?"
Ouyang Zifeng smiled bitterly in his heart when he thought about what he said at the beginning, wondering if the other party could force him to draw his sword. Because subconsciously, he thought Lin Ming was a warrior from the Thirty-Six Kingdoms, and everyone looked down upon him.
On the ring, Fang Qi's face had already turned the color of pig liver. Now he could no longer think about why a warrior from thirty-six countries could be so perverted. He didn't care about his identity anymore and spread five words in front of him.
Nine turns blue light array.
The hasty use of the Nine-turn Blue Light Formation just now cost him a mouthful of blood. This time, of course, he would not make such a mistake again and deploy the Nine-turn Blue Light Formation in advance.
As a sect with mainly auxiliary skills, the formation sect's disciples are indeed not as strong as other sects, but in terms of defense, they are superior to other sects.
The defensive power of the formation is naturally much better than the defensive effect of using treasure weapons.
Looking at the five green light formations in front of him, Fang Qi felt more confident. No matter how powerful you are, can you break through five of my formations with one shot?
But after thinking about it again, Fang Qi still felt that it was better to be on the safe side. He took out a small formation flag from the Sumeru Ring, poured the true energy into it in advance, and kept it as a backup. This small square flag was Fang Qi's unique move to suppress the bottom of the box.
1. Although the defensive power of the formation is strong, it also has a shortcoming, that is, it is slow to activate and must be prepared in advance.
After a series of preparations, Fang Qi consumed a lot of energy, but he had special talismans on his body that could replenish his true energy. If it was a war of attrition, Fang Qi thought that he had a great advantage.
At this moment, Lin Ming drew his gun!
The first basic spear technique - dragon going out to sea!!
"roar!"
The clear roar of the dragon went straight into the sky, and behind Lin Ming, a purple dragon suddenly formed. After Lin Ming absorbed the purple dragon thunder, his dragon went out to sea was completely different from the original version.
, he is a real shot, containing the power of heaven and earth!
Coupled with the power of thunder and five thousand vibrational essences on the gun, it really swept everything! The purple electric snake swallowed wantonly, and Lin Ming's gun, with the power of mountains and rivers, pierced the void in an instant.
"Peng! Peng! Peng!"
Three consecutive nine-turn cyan light formations were torn apart like shreds of paper in the face of the unstoppable force of the gun!
Fang Qi's expression changed and he hurriedly waved the formation flag in his hand.
"Peng!"
The fourth nine-turn azure light array exploded, and the Chongxuan Soft Silver Spear drove straight in!
"Click!"
The spear collided fiercely with the fifth nine-turn azure light formation. At this time, Fang Qi's formation flag glowed with golden light, and golden runes shot out from the formation flag, all printed on the nine-turn azure light formation!
How is it possible? Fang Qi watched helplessly as the nine-turn cyan light array reinforced by the golden light array flag still had cracks! The cracks were like the devil's smile, expanding bit by bit!!
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