Not only that, both of them are of the thunder type, but Yun Zimo seems to be good at range-type domineering indiscriminate attacks, while Long Xingyun pays more attention to individual destructive power, but in terms of nature, Long Xingyun has the advantage
. However, according to Lei Dong's estimation, Long Xingyun's hidden strength must have reached the late eighth level, not the mid-level eighth level as rumored.
Then again, the dean said at the time that Yun Zimo had cultivated fighting spirit at the same time, but his previous opponents were not qualified to force him to use this trump card. In this game, we should be able to get a glimpse of it.
As a dual cultivator, Lei Dong knew that Long Xingyun, with his eighth-level mid-level Grand Mage cultivation and his amazing sword skills, could definitely force Yun Zimo to show his true strength.
Just as he was thinking about it, the two of them stepped onto the ring one after another, their eyes facing each other from a distance. Both of them had purple lightning in their eyes, which was a collision of thunder elements.
"Brother, your strength is pretty good, but it's still not as good as mine." Yun Zimo shook his chubby index finger provocatively in front of his mouth, trying to act cool. Little did he know that with his chubby figure, it would only make him look cool.
People feel an indescribable joy.
The iceberg-faced Long Xingyun's mouth twitched and he said calmly, "The outcome is still uncertain, everything is possible."
Although Long Xingyun knew that his chances of winning were slim, as the strongest among the students in the academy, his strong heart would not be shaken.
A strong person must face difficulties, otherwise, once he retreats, it will leave a big shadow in his heart and hinder his future progress.
"Then I'll wait and see, let's get started!?" Yun Zimo raised his eyebrows and stood there leisurely, waiting for Long Xingyun's reply.
Hearing the words, Long Xingyun nodded indifferently. In an instant, the arena was filled with wind and clouds, lightning was blazing, and purple lightning was like tassels flying and colliding around the two of them, bursting out bunches of sparks.
"The first level of the Trio of Thunder, Crazy Thunder to Destroy the World." As soon as it came up, Yun Zimo used the same domineering move that He Shen Wuyan had used. However, this scale and power were stronger than that time.
More than one level, it seems that he was really merciful back then.
But Long Xingyun remained motionless, looking as though the mountain had collapsed before him without changing his color. Looking at the familiar purple thunder and lightning as thick as a bucket that was about to hit him, his deep black eyes burst into bright light.
With a thought in his heart, he shouted, "The secret of thunder, thunder armor."
In the blink of an eye, his body was covered by a layer of purple elemental coat. The seemingly overbearing thunder and lightning struck on it, as if the sea was sinking without a single ripple.
"It's interesting. You must have understood the assimilation ability of the thunder element from part of the origin of the thunder element." Yun Zimo looked at the purple coat on Long Xingyun's body with interest. This ability can roughly make the owner
He is not afraid of a certain level of magic attacks of the same type, and is immune to most attacks of a lower level than himself. Of course, if it is a holy-level thunder attack, he will probably not be able to withstand it.
Long Xingyun was noncommittal. He felt that the world-destroying thunder of Yun Zimo he had absorbed through this move had increased his energy by almost 20%. Moreover, the opponent's thunder level seemed to be slightly higher than his own, which almost made this thunder armor bear it.
Can't live.
Seeing that the other party neither shook his head nor nodded, Yun Zimo knew that he was right, and now it was fun.
"Let me test the strength of your armor, the second level of the Thunder Trio, the world." As soon as Yun Zimo finished speaking, the 100-meter-square arena was surrounded by thousands of purple lightsabers.
Standing up, the two of them seemed to have entered the world of swords. The audience outside was obstructed by the heavy lightsabers and could hardly see what was going on inside.
Long Xingyun was shocked. The opponent's move had never been used in a competition before, and he was not sure whether his thunder armor could withstand him.
"Remaining scene, ten thousand swords." Yun Zimo snapped his fingers, and the purple sword that was spinning gently in the air seemed to have received the order. It immediately separated a considerable number of swords and shot towards Long Xingyun, with more than a thousand purple tassels.
In the blink of an eye, Long Xingyun's expression condensed, and he concentrated part of the thunder energy on his feet to increase his speed.
As one of the few people who could see what was going on inside, Lei Dong couldn't help but be shocked. Long Xingyun actually used nearly one-third of his own speed. It's not Lei Dong's boast. The speed that his abnormal body strength could withstand was enough to match the speed of an instant.
In terms of movement, even some intermediate saints may not be as fast as him, and they must be war saints.
Therefore, the current speed of Long Xingyun can only be described in one word, fast. However, the purple light transformed by the sword was not slow under Yun Zimo's control. Even if Long Xingyun tried his best to avoid it, he was still hit.
More than ten times.
When Long Xingyun was hit, he couldn't help but stagnate. He felt that the sword contained not only strong thunder energy but also fighting spirit, which the thunder armor could not assimilate.
Fortunately, he is also a warrior qi cultivator, and has reached the intermediate level of the seventh-level war emperor. Except for the first time when he was caught off guard and suffered a dark loss, he was later able to survive the thin air shield formed by his movement of battle qi.
Block, but if this continues, he can only be reduced to the passive one being beaten.
After resisting like this for a long time, Long Xingyun finally pulled out the three-foot green blade in the space ring, then he tiptoed the ground and moved quickly with the sword. His figure flashed a few times and he had already arrived in front of Yun Zimo.
Yun Zimo looked at Long Xingyun who was slashing at him with a sword. He calmly said softly, "Final scene, Emperor's Sword."
Then he saw a domineering purple sword condensed in his hand, which was five feet long, but it fit well with his huge body. But the countless purple lightsabers in the sky returned to stability and surrounded him again
The two of them rotated in a circle.
The two swords intersected, making a sonorous sound that shook the sky. Both of them were rushed away by the generated air wave. Then they turned on their toes and joined hands again. The two of them were fighting each other in just a short moment.
More than ten rounds.
Yun Zimo became more and more courageous as he fought. The strong wind blown by the sword he wielded left cracks on the ground. For a moment, it seemed that Long Xingyun was passive again and could only resist his attacks.
But after more than ten minutes, Yun Zimo's brows were already frowning. He found that no matter how hard he increased the force, it always felt like hitting cotton, and the frustration of being unable to use his strength was quite frustrating.
However, Long Xingyun rarely showed an imperceptible smile. He moved around, and the sword in his hand drew mysterious arcs one after another, easily blocking Yun Zimo's domineering attacks time and time again.