The first chapter twenty-six is ??all in my calculations
Veins popped up on Chen Mobai's forehead, and his hands trembled.
He never thought that after the power of this talisman was pushed to the extreme, it would be so difficult to control.
If he hadn't been diligently cultivating the "Cultivation of Mind and Forging Divine Art" during this period, and had achieved great success in his spiritual consciousness, he might have been unable to hold the Purple Flame Sword Qi.
But even so, he still felt that the purple flames between the fingers of his hands were constantly jumping and burning, as if they had self-awareness and were constantly surging, exuding waves of restlessness and violence, trying to get rid of the control of his spiritual consciousness. p>
"It's over. If I strike with this sword, you will definitely be defeated!"
At this time, Yan Feng also completed his fourth sword.
The "Tianxin Sword Talisman" turned into a five- to six-meter-long shocking light at his fingertips, and with the terrifying pressure of stagnant air flow, it slashed down at Chen Mobai.
"Just in time, my red flame three sword talisman is also completed."
Chen Mobai yelled in his heart, he came just in time, the purple flames between the fingers of his hands lit up with a dazzling and brilliant light in an instant.
He released his grip on the purple flame sword energy with both hands, and with great difficulty, his consciousness guided and controlled the flames to aim at the Tianhai sword energy that Yan Feng was slashing towards him.
A purple light, a faint glow!
The two sword energy collided together under everyone's attention. After a moment of silence, circular shock waves erupted in circles, with the ring as the center and spreading in all directions.
Wherever it passed, the rocks of the arena cracked, the air burned, and the gravel was directly crushed into pieces.
Amidst the exclamations, seeing that the hundreds of spectators closest to the ring were about to be affected, figures fell suddenly one after another, and with a wave of their hands, a huge cubic light mask was formed that sealed all directions.
It was the student council members of Danzhu Academy who had been on standby, and under the leadership of the student council president whom Chen Mobai was very familiar with, the aftermath of the collision of the two sword energies was contained within the arena.
But this made Chen Mobai and Yan Feng feel uncomfortable.
At this time, both of them felt that they could no longer control the sword energy they emitted, and could only passively supply the spiritual power and essence in their bodies, turning it into a source of power for the sword energy to ramp up.
Due to his low level, Chen Mobai could only wait for the result after letting go of the purple flame sword energy.
The moment this Purple Flame Sword Qi was released, I could only resign myself to fate.
Because there is no spiritual power left in his body, and it has all been injected into the sword energy before.
But Yan Feng still has half a percent left, because he feels that once his "Tianxin Sword Talisman" is used, the fourth sword of Tianhai can completely defeat Chen Mobai and win.
But the development of things was completely beyond his expectation.
The fourth sword he forcibly launched with the "Tianxin Sword Talisman" was suppressed by the Purple Flame Sword Qi in the first place.
Yan Feng couldn't accept it, blushed, and exploded all the remaining spiritual power in his body, increasing the power of his fourth sword.
The power of "Tianxin Sword Talisman" depends on the user, and can be upgraded to the third level at most.
Yan Feng is at the ninth level of Qi training. Using this precious talisman to forcibly cross the great realm and cut out the Tianhai Sword Qi of the foundation level is already very rare. Even if he drains his Dantian, he can only
Improve it slightly.
However, the addition of this half-finished spiritual power caused the power of the two sword energies to begin to balance.
"Damn it, it's just a little bit close. If I have a little more spiritual power, I can overcome this purple fire sword energy."
At this time, Yan Feng began to regret why he had wasted his spiritual energy and used the flying talisman to come up.
In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the two sword energies collided and exploded, and the aftermath pushed him back continuously.
"No, I have to hold on."
Yan Feng planted his feet on the ground, trying to keep himself on the ring.
Opposite him, Chen Mobai also looked pale, and was driven back step by step by the aftermath of the sword energy.
The two of them will see who leaves the ring first.
"I am in the center of the ring and have more room to retreat than him. I can win."
Yan Feng's consciousness circulated and he estimated the distance between himself and Chen Mobai, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
However, just when he looked hopeful, Chen Mobai smiled at him and then lay down directly. In this posture, the pace of regression actually slowed down.
Yan Feng looked stunned, but he sneered and followed suit and lay down.
"In the face of victory, I can also afford to take it up and let it go."
Thinking silently in his heart, Yan Feng grabbed the ring with both hands and feet, and was pushed off the ring step by step by the aftermath of the sword energy.
But there was excitement in his eyes, because Chen Mobai must have left the ring before him.
After nearly five minutes, the power of the two sword energies was finally exhausted. Yan Feng climbed up with difficulty, hoping to welcome his victory.
But he discovered that Chen Mobai was not under the ring.
And the audience looked at him with pity.
"Where are others?"
Yan Feng turned around and looked around. No one could see Chen Mobai on or off the stage. He suppressed the thirst in his throat and asked the referee teacher in a harsh voice. p>
"Here."
The referee teacher walked to a pit in the ring and stretched out his hand to pull Chen Mobai out of the quicksand.
The latter had long since lost any strength. After being pulled out, he lay on the ring, breathing heavily.
"Winner, Chen Mobai!"
After hearing these six words, Yan Feng stayed under the ring.
Looking at his opponent lying on the stage, he felt an emotion called unwillingness for the first time.
He should obviously win.
And he also used the "Tianxin Sword Talisman" passed down from his ancestors...
Chen Mobai didn't understand his opponent's emotions at all, because joy and satisfaction had already filled his entire chest.
Won!
Sure enough, if I, a monk who has been trained in bloody battles of life and death, participate in this kind of fighting like a family, even if my level is not as good as mine, I will still win in the end.
It is with this belief that Chen Mobai did not lose his mind when facing Yan Feng's "Tianxin Sword Talisman", but calmly searched for everything that could be used to find the dawn of victory.
He accurately grasped the pit he created with the Quicksand Talisman before.
[If someone interviews me in the future, I will definitely say that this is a tactical foreshadowing that I arranged in advance, and all of Yan Feng’s responses were part of my plan...]
Chen Mobai, who was thinking like this, suddenly felt that his body was flying.
He turned his head with difficulty and found himself being lifted up by Lu Hongsheng and other classmates, who were celebrating crazily.
[Really, we just entered the finals and haven’t won the championship yet.]
Chen Mobai couldn't help but roll his eyes at the students' semifinal celebrations.
But he had no strength at all and could only let them lift him.