The six-pointed star array under Song Zijun's feet lit up, and the fourteen blood beads hummed softly. ∽↗,
call out!
These blood beads flew towards Song Zijun together, and the sound was extremely harsh!
Song Zijun looked at these blood beads, and when he moved his body, a series of afterimages appeared.
These afterimages were layered one after another, and Song Zijun's body was shrouded in the afterimages, with his feet spread apart, standing on the formation with a big horse and a golden sword. He didn't move a step, he just dodged in place.
All the blood beads were easily dodged by Song Zijun.
"The body skills are meticulous!"
When the Jingzhou Young Masters Party saw Song Zijun's physical skills, they couldn't help but cheer!
"How can you master the micro-level body skills, given Master Zijun's reputation? Don't take it too easy to avoid the cold iron blood bead formation at the fourteenth level of difficulty."
And they all could see that Song Zijun was faster, much faster than Heisha before.
His speed far exceeds that of Heisha, and his skill surpasses that of Yi Yun. Song Zijun can simply be described as perfect.
With the dual blessing of skill and speed, Song Zijun's movements were as light as flowing water in the formation of cold iron blood beads.
The young men in Jingzhou all felt a sense of despair when they saw Song Zijun's body skills.
There is a world outside the sky, and there are people outside the world. Originally, Ji Chang was already very powerful, but compared to Song Zijun, he was far behind.
"Add one level of difficulty!"
Level 14 difficulty seems to be just a warm-up for Song Zijun. After adapting to the Cold Iron Blood Bead Formation,
Song Zijun soon asked for level 15 difficulty.
And this level of difficulty did not faze Song Zijun.
The fifteenth level of difficulty is no small feat. The rapidly flying cold iron blood beads set off a small whirlwind in the air.
Under tremendous pressure, Song Zijun finally moved his steps. Even Song Zijun was unable to dodge all the cold iron blood beads on the spot at level 15 difficulty.
Song Zijun's steps are very particular. The distance between each step he takes will not exceed half a foot.
Such short steps were about the same length as those of a toddler. Under Song Zijun's feet, such steps were connected together, making it impossible to see where his feet landed.
"It's half a foot step, the unique skill of the Song family."
A young master from Jingzhou said that the advantage of the big family in Jingzhou lies not only in resources, but also in inheritance. This unique skill of half-foot step is the secret of the Song family that has not been passed down.
Those big families that have been around for a long time have more or less heirlooms and unique skills. This is where their heritage lies.
"One more level!"
Song Zijun said in the formation.
More? If you add more, it will be level 16 difficulty!
Regardless of whether he is the young master of Jingzhou or a disciple of Dahuang, looking at Song Zijun at this moment, all he can think of is admiration.
The young master in charge of the array took a deep breath and pressed the sixteenth crystal!
"Buzz!"
The cold iron blood beads roared, and the sharp air explosions made people's ear drums numb. The lines of fire connected together to form a fire net!
This time, Song Zijun finally felt the pressure.
Although his movements were still gorgeous, they gradually became difficult to maintain smoothness.
The half-foot step is a secret skill of the Song family. Song Zijun cannot fully master it, and it is extremely difficult to perform it at his current level. This consumes a lot of his mental strength and vitality.
"Entering the micro level, close to Xiao Cheng... The speed is very fast, and the half-foot step cultivation is between beginner and Xiao Cheng. Considering Song Zijun's age, he is indeed considered a talent in Jingzhou."
Yan Menglong gave an accurate evaluation.
At this time, Song Zijun also reached his limit.
He withdrew from the formation. In the end, Song Zijun persisted for one stick of incense in the sixteenth level of difficulty.
As for the seventeenth level of difficulty, he did not challenge it. There was a qualitative change between the seventeenth level of difficulty and the sixteenth level of difficulty. For purple blood realm warriors, even those who are quite accomplished in the micro-level movement skills,
I don’t dare to try it easily.
After Song Zijun stepped down, the campus was completely silent.
The physical skills displayed by the young talents at the micro level made the blood of the warriors surge.
Especially the young men in Jingzhou, all of them had red faces. Song Zijun was simply their idol. Their momentum, which had been sluggish because of Yi Yun, had once again reached its peak.
This is the heritage of the Jingzhou family. As the children of the Jingzhou family, they feel pride and pride in their hearts. They will definitely be able to achieve such results in the future!
After Song Zijun, there is Yi Yun!
The eyes of everyone in the army were now focused on Yi Yun.
Level 16 difficulty, one stick of incense time! The pressure brought by this achievement is too great.
You know, when Yi Yun competed with Mr. Jichang before, level 14 seemed to be almost the limit.
Yi Yun adjusted his breathing to allow the vitality flowing in his body to reach its optimal state.
"now you."
When Song Zijun came down, he passed by Yi Yun. He looked at Yi Yun and a smile appeared on his lips.
Yi Yun looked at Song Zijun calmly and nodded. His eyes were very clear, like the eyes of stars in the night sky, with a sharp edge in his calmness.
The eyes of the two collided in the void, as if there was the sound of swords clashing.
"Is Yi Yun still ready to go on the court and struggle? The result is already obvious."
"If Master Ji Chang hadn't had an accident just now and interrupted the formation, Yi Yun would have probably failed miserably at the fourteenth level of difficulty... Now that Master Zijun has completed the sixteenth level of difficulty, Yi Yun still goes up and continues to play with his fourteenth level.
Level, is it interesting?"
Mr. Jingzhou showed a look of gloating on his misfortune.
In their opinion, Song Zijun had already won the match, and the gap was obvious. Yi Yun's appearance was simply a helpless move to save face.
Everyone in Dahuang did not speak, but they looked at Yi Yun with a lot of nervousness.
As for Yan Menglong, he rubbed the stubble on his chin with one hand, his eyes flickered, and he looked at Yi Yun with interest, as if he was looking at something interesting.
Yi Yun pulled out his body, like an arrow shot out, and instantly appeared in the Cold Iron Blood Bead Formation. He said to Mr. Jingzhou who was in charge of the formation, "Level 14 difficulty!"
"It's level 14 again. He has no creativity. This is his limit. If he has the courage, he will reach level 15 soon."
"Hey, you want to see Yi Yun defeated? Don't worry, he doesn't have to be at level 15, he will still be hit by cold iron blood beads at level 14."
The young men in Jingzhou looked like they were waiting to watch a show. What they wanted to see now was not Yi Yun's performance, but Yi Yun being hit by a cold iron blood bead. He was seriously injured and vomited blood, and was bedridden for ten days and a half.
A large array of light shone, blood light reached the sky, fourteen cold iron blood beads roared fiercely, intertwined in the void in tricky arcs, and charged towards Yi Yun.
Yi Yun was already very familiar with level 14 difficulty, but he still had to start from here. He had to continue the insights he just had while having absolutely sufficient physical strength. He breathed calmly and closed his eyes.
Only by feeling the attack with "momentum" and constantly pushing yourself close to the limit can you tap out your greatest potential.
At this moment, Yi Yun's energy was concentrated to the extreme, as if the whole world had fallen silent, and only he and the strong wind around his body were left, which were the tracks of the cold iron blood beads piercing the air!
These trajectories became clear in his mind one by one.
Yi Yun started to move, and drops of blood passed by Yi Yun one after another.
Every time Yi Yun dodged a bead of ice blood, he did so to the extreme and thrillingly. Several times, he could feel the pain of the strong wind cutting his skin, brushing against the fur, as if it was going to explode his skin at any moment.
, which made him get goosebumps.
When the disciples of Dahuang saw this scene, their hearts were lifted. Yi Yun's level 14 difficulty was still so reluctant. If this continued, he might be injured.
Yi Yun's breath was heavy. He adjusted the weight of his Liuyin shirt so that he was on the verge of reaching his limit. In this state, his physical strength was consumed very quickly.
Beads of sweat fell from Yi Yun's forehead.
Time passes minute by minute.
Soon, a stick of incense time passed, and the Jingzhou princes' necks were sore from waiting, just waiting to see Yi Yun beaten with blood.
However, every time it looked like Yi Yun would be hit by the cold iron blood beads at the next moment, he was always able to dodge at the critical moment.
This situation happened countless times, so that Yi Yun had slowly played at level 14 difficulty for a quarter of an hour!
Next, two quarters of an hour...
The young men in Jingzhou were all dumbfounded by the wait.
Is there any mistake?
"Hey, you are challenging level 15 difficulty!"
The young masters of Jingzhou have to admit that Yi Yun can play on the fourteenth level of difficulty, but you can play it without doing it like this. Do you want to play for an hour?
They could only hope that Yi Yun's physical strength would decline and he would gradually be unable to hold on any longer.
But at this time, they only saw a flash of light, and Yi Yun seemed to pick up something between the lightning and flint and threw it into his mouth.
Relics of ferocious beasts?
The young men in Jingzhou were stunned.
"Eating bone relics, and bringing in people who eat bone relics?"
Yi Yun was not a god either. Although he had amethyst to absorb the vitality of heaven and earth to replenish his energy, the Liquid Silver Shirt was too heavy and kept pushing him to the limit. His physical energy consumption was also huge and he needed energy replenishment.
"Isn't this a lie?"
A young master protested, but after thinking about it, it seemed that he had not said before that eating bone relics was not allowed.
"Damn it, if you keep playing like this, let alone play for an hour, he might play until dinner..."
The young men in Jingzhou were speechless.
However, Yi Yun turned a deaf ear to the comments of the people around him. He was completely immersed in his own world.
He felt that he could perfectly control every muscle in his body and complete every tiny movement with precision. He felt that the liquid silver shirt was as heavy as a boulder pressing down on his body. Every time he moved, he had to consume a lot of energy. At the same time,
It would also take a lot of energy to calculate the trajectory of the cold iron blood beads.
In this state, Yi Yun was exhausted physically and mentally.
But amidst the fatigue, a different kind of happiness grew and spread in my heart.
"Enter subtlety...Enter subtlety...Is this the higher realm of entry into subtlety..."
Immersed in extreme pain and happiness, Yi Yun became more and more adept at controlling the trajectory of the cold iron blood beads around him. (To be continued.)