Chapter 41: The fairy sword is charged, and it is reasonable for the enemy to be killed by lightning
At the side of the fighting arena, everyone was shouting and cursing in low voices, and while cursing, they secretly glanced at An Zhisu.
Seeing that there was no smile on her face, instead there was a faint look of worry, and I couldn't help but feel panicked.
This grass-cutting sword fairy is always smiling, and whenever he smiles, he will kill people.
Not only is there no smile on my face now, but there is a little sadness on my face. Could it be that you plan to massacre me in Shushan afterwards?
This uneasy atmosphere spread invisibly among the audience on the sidelines, and the curses were quickly covered up.
In fact, the elder supervisor of this competition has already arrived, and the old god is hanging in the sky with his sword.
He also had a personal grudge with Su Jian. Now that he heard the people below using all kinds of filthy words and cursing Su Jian and his disciples wildly, he deliberately delayed the fight without starting, and just closed his eyes and listened happily.
Thinking about how livid Su Jian would be if he heard these slanders, he felt even more satisfied.
Suddenly the scolding subsided, and he opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction. Seeing everyone carefully glancing at An Zhisu's face, he couldn't help but sigh, thinking that Shushan is really getting more and more ruined. The older and younger generations
They were all suppressed by Qingluo Peak.
At the same time, he also secretly decided that he would deliberately not call for a stop in this competition, so that the disciple named Ling would be beaten to half death, and save another killer star in Shushan in the future.
Of course, it would be better if Ziyunfeng Lou Zhizheng missed and directly beat Lingyun to death.
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and made a roar, announcing that the competition was about to begin.
Dysprosium buzzed.
Lou Zhizheng immediately raised his hand, and several streams of light shot out from his fingers.
Ling Yunpo's eyes flashed, and he immediately recognized what move it was.
Talisman bombing!
This Lou Zhizheng's starting move is actually the talisman bombing that Yuqingguan monks usually use!
The first ray of purple light rushed towards me, it was the Thunder Talisman!
He made a sword move with his right hand and stabbed forward, the Qingping Sword split the low-altitude thunder, and immediately another red light flashed in front of him.
Flame Chong Talisman!
Ling Yunpo's thoughts changed sharply, and Qingping Sword slashed forward towards the red light again, while his feet retreated calmly, just avoiding the scope of the flame explosion.
The third ice rain talisman exploded above his head, turning into countless ice picks and piercing down.
Ling Yunpo waved his sleeves and summoned the Thunder Sword. The brilliant sword light suddenly spun above and blocked all the ice picks and shattered them.
Is this how Talisman bombing is used? He sneered secretly in his heart.
The so-called talisman bombing is to take advantage of the talisman's quick activation, unlimited number of times, and no need for infuriating energy to shoot out countless talismans at once, making it inevitable for the opponent to avoid it!
Like Lou Zhizheng, he fired one by one as if frugally, which was a waste of the power of this move!
He replaced Luo Yan and laughed at the opponent, then turned back to Ling Yunpo, retreated gracefully again, and cut through the red light with his sword while avoiding the flame explosion of the Yan Chong Talisman.
"If your skills stop here, don't try again in vain." Ling Yunpo said coldly, "This kind of attack is full of flaws. It's a waste of my time."
"Of course it's more than that." Lou Zhizheng chuckled evilly.
Ling Yunpo suddenly felt something was wrong, and just as he was about to react, his figure suddenly sank. The stone ground under his feet turned into quicksand, and he was sinking continuously!
Seeing that he was struggling hard but could not get out, and was still trapped deeper and deeper, Lou Zhizheng laughed arrogantly:
"Before, I used the Ice Rain Talisman to deliberately shoot it into the air to attract your attention, just to lay a quicksand net behind you."
"Junior Brother Ling, how does this trap feel?"
Ling Yunpo ignored him, just let his body sink, and thought quickly in his mind.
If it were any other monk, he might have no choice but to admit defeat.
But after Luo Yan had listened to so many classes at Tiangongfang, he knew that the small formation of Quicksand Net was not unsolvable.
On the basis of similar cultivation, a large amount of water element can be used to disrupt the operation of its formation!
On the Shushan Competition Arena here, Lou Zhizheng looked at Ling Yunpo who was sinking in the quicksand with mocking pity.
Everyone on the sidelines also had different expressions. Some were surprised that Lou Zhi was spending so much money, while others lamented that Ling Yunpo was too weak and was killed without even using his sword.
An Zhisu stood calmly on the sidelines, with a calm expression on his face.
But no one saw her hands folded in her sleeves, her fingers clasped tightly together, and her knuckles were clenched until they turned white.
"The mist is misty, the smoke is like a mirage." In the sight of everyone outside the venue, Ling Yunpo moved his lips slightly and silently recited a mantra.
The first level of the forbidden spell on the Qingping Sword, "Blue Mist Covering the Cangluan", was activated, and in an instant, boundless fog gushes out of the air, covering the entire competition in an instant.
Everyone was trapped in the thick fog and couldn't see their fingers, so they had no choice but to shout loudly.
High in the sky, the supervisory elder looked down, his eyes thoughtful.
"Water forbidden method? That boy's fairy sword has some background..."
In the fighting arena, Lou Zhizheng's smile suddenly stopped and he was dumbfounded.
This heavy fog must have been caused by Ling Yunpo. Now I can't see clearly even a few steps away, and I don't know what happened to him...
No! Could it be that he has another trick up his sleeve?
Thinking of this, he immediately raised his hand again and knocked out the remaining three Yan Chong Talisman, aiming at the center of the quicksand in his memory.
The fire wave exploded, but it disappeared with a puff as if cold water was poured on the flames.
It turns out that in this heavy fog, all non-water spells are affected by forbidden spells, and their power is halved.
Moreover, the six senses are also blocked, and sight, hearing, and spiritual consciousness are all severely restricted.
Lou Zhizheng had no idea. He just couldn't hear the explosion and was shocked. Could it be that the three talismans he bought were defective products?
Realizing that the talisman was ineffective, he quickly slapped the flying sword beside him and activated its derived Taoist technique "Golden Light Mask".
This golden light shield is a pure defensive spell, which suits his greedy and fearful nature.
With this guarantee of Taoism and the fact that the opponent is only at the level of Qi Refining Level, it is certain that he will not be able to break through my defense.
He was huddled in the golden light shield, and his calculations were very good.
When the opponent fails to attack again and again, the fog will naturally dissipate, and he will come out of his shell and pay back his previous grievances one by one.
But he didn't know that Ling Yunpo had already used the cover of the heavy fog to sneak around behind him, held his palm against the golden light shield, and recited the mantra in his heart again:
"Thunder, light, fire, and Yushu's thunder, break!"
Then thunder light surged out from his palm, its light was green, its color was red, it was silent and silent, and suddenly it hit the golden light shield.
Even in this heavy fog, when the power of all non-water Taoist magic was halved, he still directly penetrated it and Lou Zhizheng inside!
The heavy fog gradually dispersed, and Lou Zhizheng's body fell to the ground, with a bloody hole on his back.
The Thunder Sword was stuck in the pool of blood next to him, and there was an electric snake dancing on it, looking ferocious and ferocious.
"It turns out to be..." Lou Zhizheng's lips parted slightly.
Before he could say the word "Lei Fa", the dizziness caused by blood loss quickly hit him. His body suddenly convulsed several times, and he soon lost his breath.
Ling Yunpo stood silently, pretending to wave slightly, and the Lei Sword flew back to Lou Zhizheng's body from beside him.
The sword was still smooth and clean, with no trace of blood on it.