Chapter 690 How can there be such a crazy monk in the world?
There was a buzzing and low noise from the crowds of monks watching the battle at the east and west ends. The battle between the fourth-level masters in the field was about to climax. The battle transition was too fast, too compact, and too intense. They watched with their eyes wandering and couldn't help themselves.
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There was no time to be nervous and worried. In the next moment, the battle situation had already gone beyond their subconscious imagination and undergone unknown changes.
Every moment is unexpected, exciting, and thrilling, like a coordinated rehearsal.
The unpredictable spell-casting speeds and sudden spell-casting responses broke most monks' understanding of "spells". After careful consideration and reflection, they felt that it was natural that spells could be cast like that.
Every time the Jindan Sword Cultivator draws his sword, he attacks or resolves it accurately, not too much, not too little, just right.
The transition between "breaking magic" and "generating magic" was so majestic and natural that they almost forgot that he was a sword cultivator.
Enjoyable, so enjoyable!
Let’s have a gambling battle between top players like this!
Shui Qingru was the first to see a Jindan sword cultivator other than his master use his full strength. He secretly admired her in his heart. He was worthy of being the confidant and friend that his master often talked about. For his understanding of swordsmanship, his master praised him face to face.
He Jian's heart is so pure." Of course, the master would definitely tell her, "If you hit the wall and never look back, you must learn to make choices and make your own judgments."
During the Lantern Festival three years ago, she was lucky enough to listen to an argument between two swordsmen regarding the use of swords. Both sides defended their respective stances on swordsmanship, and mercilessly attacked each other. To this day, watching He Guangjun's swordsmanship, she was amazed.
She had a refreshing and exciting realization.
I am used to eating delicious food and wine, and occasionally switch to a refreshing wild vegetable, which is very delicious when chewed.
She even quietly used her eyesight, just to catch a little more of the speed and subtle trajectory of He Guangjun's sword.
The master taught her, "Besides being broad and knowledgeable, you can also learn from Lao He, follow a pure path, and it doesn't matter if you start your own family."
The two fourth-level masters in the field were constantly close and sometimes far away, chasing each other and entangled each other. From time to time, they set up ready-made small traps and traps, hoping to slow down the opponent's speed for a moment. However, when one party was attacked, the other party would also be counterattacked.
No one can tell clearly, is it a deliberate trick to mislead the other party?
Or is it the adaptability of fighting instinct?
In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought seven or eight rounds in a field fifteen miles long, without letting up for a moment. Just when the spectators thought that this evenly matched battle would continue for a long time, an unexpected big change suddenly occurred in the field.
He Guangjun suddenly gave up his defense to neutralize the black-red flame attack. The silver sword reached the middle of the attack, and with a subtle twist of his wrist, he made an unexpected shoulder sweep. The sword's light was cold and mysterious, and a flash of lightning appeared in the air like a swimming dragon.
, in an instant he blocked the waist and attacked the opponent who was as close as a hundred feet away.
Shi Yin couldn't avoid it, and he didn't even think about avoiding it. The opponent's strategy of perish together was exactly what he wanted.
The left hand kneads like an afterimage, and he shouts "Break!"
His body grew taller, the cold light passed by, and the harsh grinding sound that made people's teeth heard could be heard for dozens of miles. Blood splattered, and his left leg was severed at the knee. He raised his right foot to escape the disaster, and the broken leg followed.
Another word of "give up" came out of his mouth, and it exploded into a bloody mist, covering the whole person.
He Guangjun, who was being attacked by black and red flames that suddenly turned into needles, heard two exclamations in his ears.
"The body-breaking spell..."
"Throw away one leg and retreat quickly!"
The faces of Zhou Zhi and Chu Qing'er who were watching the battle changed greatly. The body-breaking spell is also called the secret witchcraft of self-mutilation. They didn't know how the witch warrior named Shi Yin had the time and energy to refine the witchcraft to such an extent, and his body
Not inferior to wizards and warriors of the same level.
It has only been fifty years since the spiritual energy surge began.
Perhaps, that person is the reincarnation of the remnant soul of the great witch cultivator from more than five hundred years ago?
Chen Qingqiao tilted his head and ordered the monks beside him to prepare to save people. If he lost the bet, he would lose. The shaman warrior was really too powerful. The trick he used was similar to the secret method of amputating limbs to save lives. It was both vicious and hard to guard against.
He Guangjun's left leg hurt, and it was extremely strange that it was cut off at the knee level. There was no sword light on his body, and the wound was bleeding profusely. His expression was as usual, as if he was not alive.
Suddenly, he swung his sword and slashed at Feng Qingyun Dan in the middle of the blood mist. He saw that the opponent was temporarily unable to move due to the use of a secret technique.
The opportunity must never come again, and he has nothing to fear.
The cold light penetrated the sky and the earth, and even the chaotic airflow in the battlefield seemed to be still for a moment.
A cry broke out from the monks watching the battle at the west end, "Guanghan Sword Intention, don't fight hard with the stone, retreat..."
The two women in white skirts hovering in the middle of the court were indifferent, and did nothing to stop the fight that was about to end in the same place.
"Break!"
In the blood mist that split in two, a burly man shouted out a secret word. Blood suddenly appeared on his right forearm holding the sword, and the man grinned ferociously and yelled out the second word "She!"
The flesh and blood exploded, wrapping him in the blood mist again.
The left hand pinch was not affected at all by the trauma of the broken arm, it was fast and accurate.
Let’s see what tricks the sword cultivator who lost his sword can come up with?
And his witchcraft will reach its maximum power due to the addition of his own essence, blood, flesh and blood, so what can the swordsman do to resist it?
He Guangjun's right arm was broken off by severe pain for no reason, and the silver sword fell to the sea below. The look of madness in his eyes became more and more intense, his thin lips were pursed into a line like a sword blade, and his usual sarcastic look appeared on his face.
With a move of his left hand, a small black sword about a foot long appeared out of thin air and stabbed the blood mass a hundred feet away without hesitation.
"Sword power, stab!"
He has a temper that becomes more and more crazy as he gets injured. He has been an official for many years, and outsiders have forgotten that he was the "sword madman" he once was.
Compared with other swordsmanship, he has been immersed in it the longest, and the one he studied the most is still the flat stabbing style he learned when he first started. Even Zhang Guanzhu, who is proficient in the "immortal guide" style, can't help but admit, "There are no swordsmen in the Eastern Continent."
It goes out to the right."
The sword light condensed at one point and suddenly became invisible.
He Guangjun didn't care about the fact that this sword severely wounded his opponent to death, and that he himself was also killed by the opponent's secret technique.
If you die, your ears will die, but you must have a thorough understanding of the sword and a clear heart to see your nature.
"Get out of here, you fool!"
Someone at the west end was so anxious that he yelled, "That swordsman is a lunatic who doesn't want his life. Isn't this hard and smelly stone just as crazy?"
"Blood sacrifice..."
The blood mass exploded loudly. The man did not finish reciting the incantation. He was hit by a point stab that came very fast, interrupting the performance of the secret technique. The whole figure was like a thrown stone, retreating in a straight line and leaving an afterimage.
In a daze, he flew out of the water circle several miles away in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a string of blood beads flying in the air.
Zhou Zhi's right hand hit the palm of his left hand hard. The fight just now was really thrilling and extremely dangerous.
Almost, the guy named Shi Yin had to sacrifice his own blood.
How could there be such a crazy monk in this world?
Once again, he was shown two people, both of whom were life-threatening, a sword cultivator and a shaman warrior, with extremely high fighting prowess and inhuman tenacity. He once again felt that his move to seek peace back then was absolutely correct.
"The first game, Eastern Continent, He Guangjun won!"
The cold and emotionless voice of a woman in a white dress came from a distance.
The color of He Guangjun's treasured clothes was dull and tattered in many places. He stood up to attack with the needles turned into black and red flames. The moment the sorcerer uttered the words "blood sacrifice", he felt extremely dangerous palpitations.
However, he won.
It's crazy to compete with him, he never wants to be second to others.
That guy was lucky, so he had to gather some momentum for the second stabbing attack, but he couldn't make it in time, otherwise the two stabbings would be superimposed, and no matter what witchcraft he had to protect himself, it would be useless.
Tanshou put the broken arm, broken leg and silver sword into his arms, and held them like this. The crazy look in his eyes had already subsided, and he nodded calmly to the woman in the white dress in the distance, turned around and flew back to the east.
The movements should be fast and the posture should be handsome.
It was a joke made by an unscrupulous Guanzhu when chatting with him.
He couldn't get up quickly at this time. He used his martial arts to stop the bleeding from two wounds. His body was already a mess. The black and red witch fire that attacked his body was everywhere.
There was chaos everywhere, and he tried his best to suppress it.
The monks watching the battle on the Eastern Continent burst into loud cheers.