Chapter 691 Encountering a Sword, What a Coincidence
Chen Qingqiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. In this battle, He Guangjun showed an unparalleled momentum in the Eastern Continent, and unleashed a crazy and bloody blood among others, so that the unconvinced guys in the Western Continent know that the top monks in the Eastern Continent are not easy to mess with!
The three gambling battles are not only about trivial matters such as face and lottery, but also about luck, combat power, morale, etc.
He deliberately looked to the west. Shi Yin's face was as white as paper. He covered his chest with his remaining left hand. His back was hunched and he could hardly move. The stab in the air was obviously very painful. He was surrounded by many masters from the Western Continent and escorted him.
Return to the team for treatment.
Chen Qingqiao led many fourth-level monks to come forward and bowed to He Guangjun, who had returned from victory, "Thank you for your hard work, Master He! Congratulations to Master He!"
He Guangjun took one look at the miserable state of holding his stump in his left hand, grinned twice and said, "You're welcome, please get up quickly. I'm sorry for the inconvenience of He to return the courtesy. I'm sorry."
If it were Zhang Guanzhu who was present, he would definitely have insulted him a few times. How can he show off when he is so bloody and sloppy against a mere martial artist?
The heart of the sword is still not pure enough, otherwise the sword in the hand will be faster. There is no need to exchange damage with the opponent a second time. The second move "Long Sword Style" can interrupt the opponent's witchcraft.
Zhou Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Master He, you have some God-Burning Witch Fire in your body, why don't you let Zhou collect it for you and use it for witchcraft research?"
He Guangjun smiled and nodded, "Please, Fellow Daoist Zhou."
A thin layer of red witch fire appeared in the palms of Zhou Zhi's hands, and they came together to form the shape of heaven and earth. He moved his lips slightly and recited a spell silently. He quickly grabbed a few handfuls of He Guangjun, who was standing still, without touching his robe.
Wisps of black and red fire were pulled out.
In just a moment, the alien witch fire that was causing chaos in He Guangjun's body was completely absorbed.
He Guangjun took a breath and said with a smile, "I feel much better, thank you." Since Zhou Zhi specializes in magic, he took action to eliminate most of the witch fire, which saved him a lot of energy and time.
He could easily neutralize the few remaining alien witch fires without the other party having to touch his body with his palms to examine them carefully.
Zhou Zhi did not take any credit, he put a small black-red flame into the palm of his hand and said with a smile: "To me, this is a rare good thing. There is no need to be polite, Master He."
Walking back to the front of the team, Chen Qingqiao waved his hand to set up the isolation ban. He personally helped He Guangjun, who had made great achievements, to reattach his severed limbs. This was much less difficult than regenerating a severed limb.
In the second game, Monk Yuanshan from the Daliang Shi family participated, and Fang Bailan took action to reduce the center field to about eight miles.
A young woman wearing a gray monk's robe flew out from the opposite side. She was small and exquisite, with a pretty face, bright eyes and white teeth, and a natural smile hanging from the corner of her slightly raised mouth.
"I have seen a female benefactor at Daliang Yuanshan in the Eastern Continent!"
"The monk is polite, the gentle breeze of the Western Continent makes the deer look polite and courteous!"
The two of them met about three miles apart. As Fang Bailan said "start", the monk took the lead and drew his sword and charged forward fiercely.
In the hand of the woman Lu Pianran, a three-dimensional hollow dark copper-colored Dharma plate with half-palm seals engraved with gossip, mantras, strange secret texts and other patterns appeared. As she quickly retreated, streaks of color flew out from the dazzling hollow Dharma plate.
Different talisman lights.
The talisman's light is like snowflakes, scattered in the air, dancing and melting.
The noisy monks watching the battle fell silent and stopped talking among themselves about the previous victory.
Zhuang Yu and Chen Zhong sent a message to plan that as long as they win one more game, the senior sister waiting alone in front of him for the third time will not have to fight. After watching the cruel gambling battle between Daoist He and the witch warrior, and the bloody victory, he really didn't want to
Senior sister fights for her life.
He knew that his senior sister was extremely skilled in swordsmanship, and that fighting and killing were commonplace in the Duxian Islands. She was very powerful, and could not be compared to him, a rookie who was good at fighting and hiding except for escaping.
But an opponent who can represent a continent is obviously not a weakling.
In his opinion, avoid it if you can. It would be great to win both games and make those guys in the Western Continent lose face.
Shui Qingsu had his eyes slightly closed at this time, his face looked a little tired, and his aura was changing subtly.
She had previously used her eyes to closely watch every time Daochang He drew his sword, showing all the details, the changes in sword energy, and the changes in sword intent. With her "in harmony" sword realm, she could spy on Daochang He.
The combination of the purity she pursued in kendo and the analysis her master helped her gained made her gain a lot.
In particular, Daozhang He's last stab was like a ray of light that suddenly opened up someone who had been troubled and confused for a long time. It was also the aura that she vaguely touched that she could not grasp.
I heard the master say several times that he was shamelessly bullied and forced to compete by Taoist He. He learned the Immortal Guiding Style from Taoist He during the battle. From then on, the master's swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds.
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The first thing she practiced was a flat thrust, every day and every year, and she has never stopped practicing until now.
When she stabs with her sword with her eyes closed, she can superimpose four sword energies. The power is almost as powerful as a special move.
Now, inspired by Taoist Master He's one-point stabbing technique, she has mastered the technique of condensing sword energy into one point.
Aftertaste, go through all the insights in your mind to make sure you have not forgotten them.
Shui Qingru opened her eyes and looked into the fierce battle, only to see the tall and thick monk Yuanshan trapped in a complex formation pulled by talisman lights. Up, down, left, and right, the talisman lights were like water in all directions. There were too many layers intertwined.
, a pale golden light bloomed from the monk's body, and he slashed at the talisman light trap with his sword one after another, trying to break through the trap and escape.
"It will be difficult for Yuanshan to break free from the Tianluo Talisman Light Formation."
"Maruyama is too impatient. We should act steadily and slowly push the female Talisman Master to the edge."
"Lu Pianran's talisman skills are indeed great, and his tactics are appropriate. Yuanshan's long-distance attack methods are insufficient."
Several fourth-level masters behind him were talking in low voices, and they all saw that Monk Yuanshan was in decline. There was no accident in this situation, and that was basically it.
Shui Ru's face was as clear as usual. She restrained her breath and slowly gathered momentum to prepare for the next scene.
In the field, Lu Pianran twisted her right hand towards the dark copper talisman plate held by her left hand. The talisman lights surrounding Monk Yuanshan rotated rapidly, forming a huge whirlpool of luminous talisman lights. She moved her right hand and shouted: "Let's go!"
When the involuntary monk Yuanshan appeared again, he had been moved outside the circle.
There was no damage at all, but it was very embarrassing. The female talisman master was too cautious, and her evasion speed was faster than him. She always kept a distance of about two miles and circled. He rushed towards him twice, but the woman used a blinding talisman to move him away.
Fu dodged away.
The moment he seized the opportunity and rushed closer, he realized that he had fallen into the trap and it was already too late to withdraw.
He failed to do three things, and he lost in disgrace.
"The second game, Western Continent, Lu Pianran won!"
As Fang Bailan's announcement sounded, bursts of cheers broke out among the monks in the west.
Shui Qingru slowly flew towards the middle battlefield. She heard the cry of "Senior sister, be careful" coming from behind. She ignored it, her mood was calm, and there was fighting intent rising in her eyes.
She never fights for herself.
A strong man with round eyes and a wild beard flew out from the opposite side, with disheveled hair, wearing a black outfit and a pair of purple-black cloud-stepping boots.
"Western Continent, Western Manzi of the Purple Thunder Sect, came here to ask for advice!"
"Eastern Continent, Da'an has clear water!"
As Fang Bailan said "start", the two people on the scene drew their swords and rushed forward at the same time.
A smile appeared at the corner of Yue Anyan's mouth. A few days ago, she deliberately browsed through the information collected by Zhuang Yu about the major sects in the Western Continent. Purple Thunder Sect was among them. The monks of Purple Thunder Sect mainly cultivated thunder methods. The person in front of her looked at it.
The Western Barbarian is like a reckless man. In addition to his thunder skills, he is also a powerful swordsman in killing.
It's interesting. A swordsman who is good at thunder magic has to fight Shui Qingru, who possesses a thunder beast, in a close sword fight.
She knew that Shui Qingru had been instructed by the master to carry the thunder beast to the thunder clouds every time there was a thunderstorm, so that the thunder beast could replenish the thunder energy of the sky and the earth happily. The little beast looked harmless to humans and animals, and was born with the ability to swallow thunder and lightning.
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The two sides hit it off immediately and flew nearly two hundred feet away from each other.
For third-level monks, the maximum attack power can be exerted within three hundred feet, and there is enough room to maneuver, so they will not be able to retreat. Of course, they can also attack from five hundred feet and eight hundred feet away. Swordsmanship, spells, and talismans are all available.
However, it is not very convenient to attack, which will lead to the dispersion of power and the loss outweighs the gain.
Ximanzi roared like thunder, "Go!"
dark purple sword
She danced a mysterious move called Thunder Sword Flower, and the thunder echoed faintly in the sky on a clear day. The wind blew suddenly and violently, and the waves on the sea surface fluctuated with it.
An egg-thick purple thunder light was shaped like a sharp sword. The light shone down from the sky and struck the head of the woman who was still charging forward in an instant.
Thunder and lightning are famous for their attack speed. At such a close range, there is almost no possibility of evasion except hard contact.
Ximanzi's lips revealed a hint of a girlish smile that showed success. Don't think that because he looks rough, he is a rough man?
His attack methods are very delicate and precise. After the first blow, he will be blasted to pieces with his thunder sword one after another. Apart from admitting defeat, he can't think of any other way for the female swordsman to fight him?
The woman raised her left hand, and a strange thing happened that shocked everyone. The powerful purple thunder sword seemed to slip under the feet of a person walking in the mud. It obviously stumbled, turned and stabbed the woman's left sleeve, causing a collision.
A bright and dazzling lightning flashed out.
So shiny!
The light shrouded the woman's figure.
The next moment, Ximanzi screamed and waved his sword to resist, with purple lightning all over his body like countless shields.
Hearing a series of "ding-dong" sounds, Ximanzi was stabbed by the bead-like sword energy and retreated in a panic. He was careless and fell into the trap of the woman. The female swordsman had the means to restrain his thunder.
sword.
With a scream, Ximanzi was hit by a sword in the chest, blood spattered, and he rolled and threw purple lightning fragments all over the sky, knocking him out of the battlefield circle.
The lightning that erupted there became more and more dazzling, and there seemed to be white shadows moving in a trance inside.
"Good swordsmanship!"
He Guangjun, who had already reattached the severed limb, had a look of envy and admiration in his eyes.
Guanzhu Zhang has gained a good disciple.
I only watched it once and learned the essence of his "stabbing" style. The sword light was condensed at one point and invisible. How could a nondescript swordsman who had gone astray catch it!
Congratulations, the sword cultivator team has added another warrior!
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(What a coincidence, Lao Yan wrote this story in one breath without leaving any tail, and fellow Taoists showered him with praise. Thank you)