Three wild blade tornadoes completely separated the two of them and completely blocked Lin Lang's attack route.
"Crazy Blade Tornado... I heard that it was a martial art left behind by the Holy Spirit Realm master Yu Feng after his death, and was later obtained by Master Li Shanhe. Master Lin Lang, you are in danger."
Deacon Qin clenched his fists unconsciously. How could the martial arts skills left by a strong man in the Holy Spirit Realm be ordinary? The Crazy Blade Tornado was much better than the Flame Sword Jue in terms of power and attack range.
The strong wind blown by the three wild blade tornadoes rustled the leaves, and the clothes and hair of the disciples in the audience began to flutter.
Lin Lang, who was standing on the stage, felt the wind pressure most obviously. He leaned forward and bent his back slightly to barely stabilize his body to ensure that he was not directly blown away by the strong wind.
And the Crazy Blade Tornado is more than just coercion. You can feel the strong sword intent from the wind. If you are not careful, you may be directly torn to pieces by the messy sword intent!
"Li Shanhe won."
Chifeng said lightly. He had also thought about resisting this move. But no matter what method he used, he could not get even half a step closer to the wind wall. Once he got even slightly closer, the sharp sword intent would scratch his skin. In the end, he could only
Can be pushed off the stage by the approaching wind wall!
Li Shanhe didn't even need to do it himself, he just waited quietly on the other side of the round platform.
Do you want to use the power of time stopping... Lin Lang carefully looked at the wind wall that was gradually approaching him, feeling a little overwhelmed.
"Qing'er, what is the maximum range covered by the power of the Samsara Mirror??"
"With your current strength, you can only draw a ten-foot circle with yourself as the center. It is impossible to control three tornadoes!"
Qing'er said.
"Then... what should I do? I won't be able to get close to him at all. Sooner or later, I will be forced to step down by the tornado!"
Lin Lang encountered a problem that was difficult to solve with the Samsara Mirror for the first time, and he couldn't help but panic.
Mu Zhiyuan in the audience seemed to have noticed Lin Lang's worry, and her heart was in her throat. She secretly prayed for Lin Lang in her heart.
Brother Lin Lang, come on!
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"Look at how panicked you are! Your opponent is only a tenth level spiritual person! Besides, this crazy blade tornado... it's not really a powerful martial skill. It's just a little trick."
After hearing Qing'er's words, Lin Lang was speechless for a while.
"Then you can tell me how to solve it!"
"Hmph! Three candied haws on a stick."
Qing'er raised her little nose, stretched out three white and tender fingers, and showed a bright smile on her little face.
"Okay, okay!! Let alone three sticks. As long as you can help me break this trick, let alone three sticks, I will buy you ten sticks!"
Lin Lang quickly agreed. At this time, the tornado was approaching him. The sharp sword intent cut his clothes and scratched his skin. It was almost like two moves with Li Yunchuan.
"Don't worry, listen to me first."
After Lin Lang agreed, Qing'er showed a look of satisfaction and patiently spoke for Lin Lang.
"I have to say that fighting on such a round platform is very beneficial to Li Shanhe's large-scale attacks."
"Ordinary people might end up here, but you are different."
Qing'er said and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, there was already a golden glow.
The golden pupils made Qing'er feel a little more sacred, like a messenger sent from heaven, merciful to everything in the world.
At this time, when Qing'er looked at the tornado again, the violent spiritual energy turned into thousands of threads in her eyes, moving very regularly.
Among these countless strands of energy, only the energy on the left side of the tornado is rich, like a sphere filled with this energy, continuously delivering energy to the tornado.
"Found it!" Qing'er closed her eyes, and the color of her pupils returned to normal.
"What did you find?" Lin Lang asked.
"Four inches to the left of the center of the tornado is where the eye of the tornado is. Use your sword to explode it, and the tornado will naturally disintegrate."
"Eye of the storm??"
"Well. I have used the realm of reincarnation to reveal his weakness, which is the eye of the wind! The core of the tornado energy!"
"That's it." Lin Lang took a deep breath, and then tried hard to catch the "eye of the storm" that Qing'er called with his eyes.
From the perspective of the onlookers, Lin Lang stood there dumbly at this moment, neither making any move nor resisting, but staring straight at the wind wall.
And the three tornadoes in front of him were getting closer and closer to him, and even made a thin cut on his face.
"Move quickly! If you don't move, you won't have a chance!"
"Hahahaha, you must be stupid. I guess Senior Brother Lin Lang has given up and doesn't dare to step forward to avoid getting hurt!"
All the disciples were disdainful. They originally thought this would be a wonderful contest, but they didn't expect Lin Lang to just stand there motionless.
"Senior Brother Lin Lang, what on earth are you doing?" Mu Zhiyuan frowned, holding the corner of his clothes with his little hands, looking extremely nervous.
"It's useless. No matter what you do now, it's all in vain... That kind of trick, that kind of trick has no flaws at all!!" Chifeng's voice suddenly trembled.
Back then, it was the same move, the same scene. Chifeng chose to rush forward.
He tried to carry it with his body.
But when you really enter the wind, it is another terrifying feeling. What is scary is not the wind, but the sword intention hidden in the wind.
Countless sword intents were coming at Chifeng from all directions. He wanted to raise the Red Dragon Sword to parry, but he had no angle and no chance.
Although the lethality of each sword intention is not great, when thousands of tiny sword intentions come together, there is no way to dodge.
Chifeng found that all the swordsmanship and body skills he had learned in the past were useless. As long as he was in the wind, he was like a naked soldier who had lost his armor and could only be slaughtered by others!
"Perhaps it would be wise not to resist," Chifeng said in an inaudible voice.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Lin Lang had already stepped out.
"Hahahaha, come on, come on! Step in! Let me see your strength!!"
Li Shanhe's eyes were full of excitement. He wished Lin Lang could come in quickly. Once opponents of the same level were caught in the Crazy Blade Tornado, even the least injured ones would lie in bed and not be able to get up for several days!
Lin Lang, you owe my brother, it’s time to pay it back!!
Amid Li Shanhe's ferocious smile, Lin Lang stepped step by step towards the wild blade tornado.
The sword intent cut thin blood marks on his skin, but he did not retreat at all and held the Silver Moon Sword tightly in his hand.
It can be seen that the fiery red flames are gathering at the tip of the sword again, and the explosion sound is also heard.
"It's the Eighteenth Move! It's that move again!!"
The disciples who were watching shouted.
"Hmph, you don't think your flames can explode my tornado, do you? Hahahahaha!!"
Li Shanhe held his belly and laughed.
Lin Lang just narrowed his eyes slightly: "Whether it can explode or not, you will know if you try it."