Even if the three of them faced the battle, they would never be the opponent of the new disciples of the Spirit Clan, not to mention Ye Qingcheng, who had no combat power.
In front of the ocean, there is a place where everyone watches.
The bright moon is shining on the ocean and mountains. The outlines of mountains and rivers of the three thousand generations are hidden in the rich and vast night.
Long Shitian stepped forward, his sword went in a different direction, and he fought against the muscle man's five elements earth technique!
The power of the magic profession lies in its unpredictable nature. It explores the potential of the body's instinct and uses the resources between heaven and earth to transform it into the sharpest weapon in your hands!
The man's hands were wrapped in sand and soil. Not only that, the wet yellow sand at the beach covered the soles of Long Shitian's feet. For a moment, the sky and the earth were dark, and the rolling yellow sand covered people's eyes.
Compared with the other four techniques, the Five Elements Earth Art is more flexible!
Earth technique can be used to power and agility with the help of the power of sand and soil, relying solely on the cultivator's own attainment index!
In an instant, the sky and the earth were lost, the sun and the moon were gone, and the eyes were all in the battle.
Qingge seemed to be careless, but she was always paying attention to the battle situation here.
This is the first battle between Long Shitian and others in the Three Thousand Worlds, which means too much.
If you lose, you will be bullied in the future. If you win, you will sing the martial arts association!
This is their battle!
Qingge's eyes fell on Ye Qingcheng's body, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.
Ye Qingcheng sat still for a long time, as if he was closing his eyes to rest, but with Qingge's understanding of Ye Qingcheng, Ye Qingcheng seemed to be thinking about something.
What does she want to do?
Qingge's heart trembled slightly.
This battle is even more meaningful to Ye Qingcheng.
Among the various magic techniques in the three thousand generations, most of them rely too much on magic weapons! For example, the piano, flute, pipa and Xiaosheng of the Shenyin clan, and the brushes required for Prince Linglong's craftsmanship...
Lin Moshui, one of the Lin sisters, is named after his pen, and the pen he uses is also considered a kind of magical technique.
In the past days, Ye Qingcheng, who had not yet escaped, only knew how to use the piano to kill sounds, but never knew how to integrate the piano.
Ye Qingcheng, who lost Fuxiqin, had no combat ability at all!
Fuxi Qin is Ye Qingcheng's biggest weapon and one of her weaknesses!
Perhaps, for Ye Qingcheng, it is also a good thing to experience a battle without Fuxiqin.
Suddenly, Qingge's spiritual consciousness moved slightly, as if he had realized something. However, he saw that the fragments of Fuxi Qin were properly placed in her divine wood space, and a faint smoke appeared.
The snow-white smoke gradually becomes thicker
The Fuxi Qin in the snow smoke is becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally, completely disappeared.
Qingge frowned.
How come Fuxiqin disappeared?
What's going on?
Before Qingge could think too much, he saw that the battle was in full swing, so he focused on watching the battle!
Around them, the voices of discussion among disciples of various tribes sounded:
"You said, the new disciple of the Spirit Clan can solve these arrogant people from the Fire Heaven in just a few moves?"
"No more than three moves."
"You underestimate them too much. Maybe they are like Princess Ji and can create miracles at all times."
"Three moves are already a sensation."
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Boom! In an instant, Long Shitian's sword made a terrifying sword sound, and defeated the yellow sand all over the ground!
Sand and dust fell, the sound of whales in the ocean, Long Shitian had no expression on his face, his eyebrows were beautiful, and the sword blade in his hand hit the muscle man who was tangled in front.
The muscular man's pair of yellow sand iron arms was about to shatter Long Shitian's sword!
"A little trick to carving insects."
Long Shitian smiled disdainfully, the sword blade in his hand spread out his aura, and he jumped away with the iron arm yellow sand with one sword. The sharp sword cut a wound on the man's arm.
The blood is red and the eyes are pricked!
The muscle man's magic attack was solved by Long Shitian's move!
The next moment, Long Shitian's feet jumped up, his blue shirt rose lightly, and descended from a high place. His body hung in the air like a picture freezing. The blade in his hand pointed to the muscle man's eyebrows and said slowly: "You have lost."
One move!
Just one move!
The spectators around all stared wide.
This person has three years of experience in magic profession, but he was defeated by Long Shitian, who had just arrived for three thousand generations?
At the same time, the disciples in the Seven Swords Sect team shouted violently!
They did not have too much attitude towards Long Shitian at first. Even if Long Shitian was bullied by the new disciples of the Spirit Clan, it was just a rule for three thousand generations.
But when they saw Long Shitian defeating the new disciples of the Spirit Clan with one move, the sword talent they showed was unparalleled and wonderful, and they were all cheering!
"Junior Brother Long, this sword is so exciting! So awesome!"
"That's right, my Seven Sword Sect will never have any waste or cowards. It's just that I came here three thousand years ago. Then Lao Shizi's Five Elements Earth Art also wants to crush my junior brother Long? What a big joke!"
"Junior Brother Long, beat him up! Beat him home to find his mother!"
A burst of laughter spread all around, and the muscles pointed at by Long Shitian with his sword
The man stood in the wet land and did not dare to move.
The tip of the sword cut through the man's eyebrows and dripping blood was flowing downwards. The thick eyebrows and big eyes were shocked, and I couldn't believe that I lost with one move.
The disciples of the Spirit Clan and the disciples of all races who were watching the fun were stunned. Such a result was unimaginable.
In fact, this is still a massacre, but the nature has changed. The one who has just stepped into the three thousand generations of Long Shitian!
The disciples of the Spirit Clan looked at Liu Yan'er and another new disciple. The strong man's iron claws were powerful, like a hidden dragon coming out of the abyss, and a fierce tiger going down the mountain, as heavy as a mountain!
Orthodox beast-catching technique is also one of the most learned magic professions!
In the eyes of the strong man, Liu Yan'er is the beast about to be captured, the fish on the chopping board! Let him slaughter it!
The other spiritual disciples hoped that Liu Yan'er would be humiliated very badly!
The iron claws passed by, and Liu Yan'er stood there without moving at all. She looked down at the upper, and the noise in her ears were ignored, and she could only hear the echoes under the deep sea.
Ancient, solemn, and sacred.
It's like a divine sound, a Buddha's sound!
Just as the iron claws were descending from her Tianling Cover, the sea breeze lifted up her skirt, her slender white legs, and the scars from the end of the eyebrows to the collarbone seemed particularly charming.
Suddenly, her eye wings trembled slightly, and she raised her eyes and looked forward.
His eyes turned silver in an instant, and even his eye wings seemed to be covered with white frost!
The iron claw was about to break her spiritual cover. When it was close, it seemed to be isolated by a transparent shield. No matter how the new disciples of the Spirit clan tried their best, they could not move forward.
Then, under the strong man's iron claws, frost was covered with and a piece of ice suddenly appeared!
"Broken!" Liu Yan'er said that, and saw the ice turning into countless wind and snow arrows, piercing through the strong man's iron claws!
Before the strong man could dodge, ice and snow covered him like a cage, making him unable to escape.
He became an ice sculpture.
As Liu Yan'er sat forward, the ice appeared under her feet, and the surroundings were swaying and snow.
Liu Yan'er suddenly took out the Cangyue Knife on her back and slashed it in half.
She grinned.
"But, that's it."
Her voice was scattered in the sea breeze and ice and snow. Although there was no blood splashing everywhere, and there was no cruel scene, this light and fluttering sentence made the young disciples creepy.
How can those who follow Princess Ji all year round cause trouble and provoke? It's just seeking death.
Chapter completed!