"You are no match for me. I just can't stand your grandstanding."
Luo Qingyun shook his head and had no intention of coming down.
The Yunxi Sword Sect, like the Canglan Sect, is a swordsmanship sect.
Swordsmen always know swordsmen best.
Li Fuchen's combat awareness is very high, but as long as it's not too high, he can easily resolve it.
"Don't you dare?"
Li Fuchen asked.
Luo Qingyun continued to shake his head, "It's not that I don't dare, but that I disdain."
"Since you don't want to come down and fight, then what qualifications do you have to talk about me? You are not worthy of being a swordsman, you are just a fake swordsman who pretends to be benevolent and righteous." Li Fuchen responded coldly.
There was a chill in Luo Qingyun's eyes, "You are irritating me."
"You are not worthy of letting me anger you, because I don't regard you as an opponent."
"Okay, very good. Since you want to taste the consequences of defeat, then I will help you." Luo Qingyun jumped down from the pavilion, and the aura on his body changed, becoming as sharp as a sword, and becoming as windy and frosty as a knife.
, every piece of clothing on his body seems to be capable of killing people, and the sense of fierceness is permeated.
"I want to see how Li Fuchen wins this time. Luo Qingyun is known as Qingyun Swordsman. His strength is second only to the giants in the Star Ranking. He is not comparable to Xin Wuyuan and Hu Ming."
"Luo Qingyun is naturally not comparable to Xin Wuyuan and Hu Ming. Xin Wuyuan is only ranked in the top five in his sect, Hu Ming can only be ranked in the top seven, and Luo Qingyun is the true disciple of Yunxi Sword Sect, ranking second.
The strength is extremely terrifying."
"And both of them are swordsmen. The swordsman should know the swordsman better, so it doesn't take much effort for Luo Qingyun to defeat Li Fuchen."
"Let's wait and see! I hope Luo Qingyun can deal with Li Fuchen within a few moves. I don't want to see his arrogant face again."
Everyone is looking forward to Luo Qingyun very much.
Even the expression on Xiao Bai's face softened. With Luo Qingyun taking action, he was basically inseparable.
Even in the Tiansha Sect, this person is the absolute second best, and only I can defeat him.
"Li Fuchen, you must work hard!"
At this time, Fan Qiansong and Fan Qianyu were also a little uneasy. Luo Qingyun was not Xin Wuyuan or Hu Ming. This person was the real master. There were no giants on the star list. Luo Qingyun's strength was definitely at the top level.
"snort!"
Huang Yuxiang snorted softly. He was waiting for Luo Qingyun to defeat Li Fuchen and then see what Fan Qiansong and Fan Qianyu had to say.
After all, Li Fuchen is not even Luo Qingyun's opponent, let alone Xiao Bai's opponent.
"Qin Keshi, sit down! There is basically no suspense in this competition." Ruan Qianqiu sat down, took a sip of tea, and said with a smile.
Qin Keshi said nothing and stared at Li Fuchen.
"Li Fuchen, Li Fuchen, it depends on this time whether you are talking big words or not. I hope I am mistaken."
The Donglin Continent is so big, with nearly a hundred sects, geniuses like rain, and prodigies like clouds. Not all people present have bright eyes. Even she herself sometimes has a colored look, which makes her quite uncomfortable.
Be alert.
On the competition stage, the aura of Li Fuchen also changed.
The aura on Luo Qingyun's body was as sharp as a sword, and the wind and frost were as sharp as a knife.
The aura on his body was as sharp as a sword, but it also carried the burning heat of the sky.
Li Fuchen did not underestimate Luo Qingyun.
Although his real strength must lie in Luo Qingyun, it is his habit to keep some trump cards.
"This person can be considered a quasi-prodigy."
Li Fuchen secretly thought.
In the sect, the top four-star root bones are considered a genius, and the five-star root bones are the ultimate genius. But if you take the entire Donglin Continent, the four-star root bones can only be regarded as geniuses, and the five-star root bones are top geniuses. That kind of top
Five-star root bones can be considered as quasi-talented talents. In other words, among the Canglan Sect, only Jianhu Jianhu and Wuqingjian are the quasi-talented ones. The rest are subject to discussion.
"Ten moves!"
Luo Qingyun's eyes were sharp.
"You need to survive three moves in my hand first."
The black gold sword in Li Fuchen's hand pointed diagonally at the ground.
"You are really disgusting, now shut up."
Luo Qingyun drew his sword.
The biting cold air hit his face, Luo Qingyun's sword was almost everywhere, and it was everywhere. The surface of the competition platform blessed by the formation was covered with a thin layer of frost.
The sword's intent is bone-piercing.
The real energy is also bone-piercing.
The Qi that Luo Qingyun has cultivated is surprisingly cold Qi. This kind of Qi can freeze the opponent's Qi and blood and slow down his speed and reaction.
"change!"
Facing Luo Qingyun's omnipresent piercing sword, Li Fuchen struck first, and the swirling sword technique exploded.
The frost melted away, and in the void, a whirlpool of flames composed of sword light swallowed the ubiquitous cold air. The sword energy and the surrounding temperature rose instantly, making it unbearably hot.
"go!"
With a wave of the black gold sword, the flaming swirling sword light struck Luo Qingyun.
The heat wave hit his face, and Luo Qingyun's expression changed. His cold wind sword technique was actually broken so easily.
It was obvious that the opponent's swordsmanship level was equal to his, or even slightly weaker than his.
But the opponent's timing and angle were too precise, which happened to be the flaw in his own Cold Wind Sword Technique.
"I want to see how strong your fighting consciousness is."
After all, Luo Qingyun was not like Xin Wuyuan. His footsteps changed, and many phantoms appeared on the competition stage.
Li Fuchen can practice low-level martial arts except swordsmanship to a state of perfection, and Luo Qingyun can naturally do the same.
As he used his footwork, his figure became erratic. Coupled with the ubiquitous cold wind swordsmanship, it was like the god of death was coming. The weaker Earthly Evil Realm warriors in the past could not even block his sword.
Unexpectedly, Li Fuchen did not use Qinggong or kicking skills, but remained unchanged in response to all changes. He stood there motionless, defending only with the black gold sword in his hand.
"Li Fuchen was suppressed."
"Haha, he must be very aggrieved and ashamed!"
Everyone was happy to see this scene, as if they were watching a good show.
"I've figured out all your ways."
The fifth level of the Star Road Secret Realm is a test of martial arts, which tests combat awareness and skills. Li Fuchen passed the level with just a few moves, and it was much easier to complete than the fourth level.
And Luo Qingyun's fighting skills are not even as good as the fifth level, so his cultivation level is just a little stronger.
The Spark Sword Technique was used, sparks sputtered all over the sky.
At this moment, Luo Qingyun's footwork and swordsmanship were most uncoordinated, and it was also the time when the old strength had gone and the new strength had not yet been regenerated. When the Spark Swordsmanship came out, Luo Qingyun was immediately pushed into a desperate situation.
"ah!"
Luo Qingyun roared angrily, and with one move the cold wind howled and violently rioted.
Puff puff puff...
Li Fuchen's Spark Sword Technique was wrapped from three sides. Luo Qingyun could only defend two of them. The other party had no time to resist. The Spark burned through the body's protective energy, leaving small blackened blood holes on Luo Qingyun's body.
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Compared with Hu Ming, Luo Qingyun's skill level is one or two levels higher, and his cultivation level is also one level higher. His resistance to the Spark Sword Technique is obviously much stronger, but he only suffered a minor injury.
It looks ugly.
"If you lose, you still have something to say, so say it all!"
Li Fuchen stared at Luo Qingyun, whose face was green and white, and said coldly.
"I, poof!"
Luo Qingyun was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood.