Snap, snap, snap.
As soon as he finished speaking, the crowds of crows that were originally transformed by the Yue Luo Crow Cry move miraculously exploded under the infusion of this person's incredibly strong wind spirit power.
There was no bloody scene as everyone imagined, but instead it was dyed a slightly sad dark blue after it exploded.
These blue shadows condensed and gathered one after another, as if reluctant to leave, but also looking forward to getting together, and finally formed a small but deep night sky full of desolation and sadness.
Similarly, the Moonlight Tornado also exploded completely after the transformation. With no resistance, Yao Pofeng's eyes were sharp and he simply took advantage of the trick and continued to stab down at the opponent's Tianling Cap!
The second young master's wishful thinking was very shrewd. If this guy chose to dodge, he would be riddled with wounds from the swords and swords coming from the bottom up.
But if he doesn't hide, relying on the strange resilience of Youquan, his extraordinary skill, he can be stabbed into a big bamboo pole even if he is seriously injured!
Just when he thought his plan was about to succeed, a strange scene happened!
I saw that small piece of polar night starry sky suddenly turned into a big dark blue hand, quickly wrapping him from the tip of Feng Mian's sword, and the young monk used his surging wind spirit power to directly hold Yao Pofeng on his side. In the air, no matter how hard the second young master struggled, he could not break free.
He imitated Yao Pofeng's slightly naughty raised lips. His imitation was a little nondescript, and then golden chains stretched out from Ji Ye's big hands, and he tied the second young master into a big human-shaped meat dumpling!
"This...this is?!"
Looking at the chain that trapped Yao Pofeng, Qingyun's heart was shocked!
Similarly, Long Fushi's face also showed a hint of deep solemnity and doubt.
At this time, the young monk opened his arms wide again, like an eagle about to fly high. The sharp blades under the plum blossom pile also flew up, but they did not soar up, but entered his wide cuffs one after another. among.
When the last weapon was completely submerged, the man stretched out three fingers on each hand, and the sharp blades turned into six rainbows of sword energy, aiming directly at Yao Ershao, who only had his head exposed!
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"
The young monk laughed loudly.
At the same time, the appearance of six sword lights also caused a wind-controlling monk in the stands to stand up suddenly. His eyes were full of disbelief, but at this time, he was far inferior to the two who were fighting fiercely in the school grounds. Young people come to the fore.
"Hahahaha, interesting, fun!"
In the face of the crisis, Yao Pofeng smiled instead of being frightened. The training in the Thirty-three Realms has created his temperament that gets stronger as he fights. Just when the wind-controlling monk who stood up was about to call a halt, Hongchenke said softly:
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
At the same moment, Yao Pofeng, who was as tall as a mountain, looked up to the sky and roared like a ferocious beast.
Hearing a bang, the second young master's aura suddenly rose again, and he finally broke the golden chain on his right arm with arrogant physical strength. However, he did not rush to deal with the six sword rays, but in full view of everyone. Next, he used Feng Mian directly and stabbed his own chest with his backhand!
Hiss~
Everyone watching the battle, including Qingyun, took a deep breath, shocked and puzzled.
"Fourth brother, what's wrong with fourth brother?!"
Feeling that Yao Pofeng's aura was becoming more violent at a geometric speed, Yao Mengxun, who could not see anything, asked worriedly.
"It's okay. Brother Feng is using his own flesh and blood to stimulate the Qigong Youquan and stimulate his potential. Tsk, how cruel!"
Others didn't know, but the young man reacted immediately.
The wind breaks through the tranquility of the spring, and the body is dead and the spirit is empty!
It is not an exaggeration to call this ancient magical skill obtained from the thirty-three realms a witchcraft, because it is just like a monk burning his own true essence, leaving only the last bit of vitality, relying entirely on a will like steel poured into iron. Inflict heavy damage on the enemy, break it and then stand up.
Although this technique hurts the enemy as well as himself, as long as he survives the crisis of life and death time and time again, his overall strength will continue to make qualitative leaps!
But as his father Yao Shengtian said, once Youquan practices, it is difficult to stop. If he cannot transform into a butterfly, then what is left in the end...
No, maybe there will be nothing left in the end.
That's why Yao Pofeng was imprisoned by his father with the Demon Sheng Sect's treasure "Hengjiang Cold Lock" when he was facing the wall and thinking about his faults, in order to suppress the effect of Youquan.
Moreover, the Spirit Sword Fengmian has the effect of devouring the flesh and blood of the enemy. Yao Pofeng mutilated himself in this way in order to squeeze out as much of his potential as possible as quickly as possible.
Feng Mian first broke through the net of stars in the polar night, and then brought out the crimson blood-bead sword and pierced his chest, but the ruthless Yao Pofeng had no intention of stopping.
The Fengmian sword, which was originally as slender as a leaning willow, became more and more swaying, and became even more sinister and mysterious after absorbing the vitality of its master.
Immediately afterwards, rose-like vines spread out from the slightly blood-colored sword, and they quickly wrapped around the golden chain that bound Yao Pofeng.
The red-purple vines were like leeches in the field, sucking the power of the chains hungrily. Within a moment, the golden color had turned into light yellow.
"The breath of ancient times..."
Staring at Yao Pofeng, whose momentum was rising steadily, the young monk murmured to himself.
Sooner or later, just when the six sword rays were about to hit Yao Pofeng's forehead like a meteor, the second young master roared loudly and shook the sky. With a bang, the opponent's restraint method was finally completely shattered.
The small piece of dark blue galaxy fragments, mixed with the chains of golden rainbows, filled the sky. After touching the restrictions in all directions, the entire school grounds lit up with a brilliant aura. For a moment, everyone in the stands looked at it in a daze. He was so drunk that he even forgot about the two people who were fighting fiercely.
The six sword rays overlapped in pairs to form three, and then merged into a stronger green-gold sword gleam with an evil meaning. There was only a stabbing sound, and the second young master had already pulled out a blood-moon-like sword from his chest. Feng Mian's sword suddenly came into contact with the sword light, making a tinkling sound like gold and jade colliding!
"Open it for me!"
The green-gold sword light may seem ordinary, but in fact it contains tremendous power. Only Yao Pofeng, who is fighting with it head-on, can truly experience it.
Since his escape, he has never encountered such a difficult opponent in the same realm.
No, it should be said that since the Thirty-three Realms, only that person would suppress him in all aspects like today!
What made him feel the most unprecedented pressure was that this person had not yet drawn his sword!
The Fengmian Sword was born with spiritual wisdom, and it was also a thin and soft sword. It was quickly bent down by the Juesha sword light that was twice as wide as it was. Seeing this, Yao Pofeng bit the tip of his tongue and sucked out the large mouthful of blood. Sprayed on the sword body, he shouted again:
"Feng Mian!"
The word "Fengmian" seemed to express his endless longing and sorrow. After feeling the master's thoughts, the still ignorant spirit sword immediately glowed red and stood upright.
If it could speak human words, it would surely raise its head to the sky and roar like Yao Pofeng, declaring to the world its master's fighting spirit like the raging sea waves, and its eternal heroic soul!
As Yao Pofeng's vitality became weaker and weaker like a candle in the wind, his tragic momentum infected everyone present again, until after passing a certain critical point, the second young master spurted out another mouthful of blood, and finally Completely defeat that evil sword light!
In an instant, a powerful and mysterious aura rippled freely in the school grounds. Not only the audience in the audience, but also the faces of the high-ranking monks on the stage were more or less filled with astonishment and appreciation.
"This... this kid actually broke through a single realm barrier in a fierce battle!"
At this time, the wind-controlling monks who wanted to stop the competition were also dumbfounded.
"Haha, the second young master really did not disappoint me."
Hongchenke lowered his head, leisurely tied Wang Xuandan's hair into pigtails, and said nonchalantly.
"Fourth brother...Fourth brother's breath..."
Although Yao Mengxun couldn't see it, he could feel that behind Yao Pofeng's increasingly powerful momentum, his vitality was getting weaker and weaker. He couldn't help but hold Qingyun's solid palm tightly and said worriedly.
"We'll wait and see. If it doesn't work, I'll beg Chang'an to stop the competition."
Qingyun said in a deep voice.
"There is no sign of burning the true energy of one's life. Can one use self-mutilation to force out his potential?"
The senior monks on the stage had recovered from the shock and began to whisper.
Yao Pofeng, who broke through the shackles with his overbearing spiritual power, first landed on a plum blossom pile like an arrow from a string, and then rushed straight towards the young monk again at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.
At this time, he was like a human-shaped fireball. It only took a tiny spark to completely ignite the spiritual power in his body.
But the price may be to burn yourself to death.
"But you look down on me? If you don't draw your sword, you will lose!"
With a bang, Yao Pofeng, whose strength had increased several times, shattered the opponent's transformed spirit blade with one strike of his sword, and for the first time there was a hint of anger in his voice.
"I don't have a sword and I hate swords."
The young monk raised his slender eyebrows, and danced his spacious sleeves as he jumped and danced, like a flightless chick, with a bit of weirdness in his elegance.
"Fart! Then why don't you step on your horse and participate in a fucking swordsmanship competition!"
The second young master cursed loudly, and then the two of them landed at the same time. Unexpectedly, this guy stretched out his thin and withered arms, turned his palms into claws, and actually grabbed the sharp Feng Mian with his bare hands, and he seemed to be uninjured!
Yao Pofeng wanted to draw his sword, but Feng Mian and the opponent's palms made an unpleasant stabbing sound.
"Damn, are your hands made of iron or prosthetics?"
"No, this is my real hand. If you don't believe me, just look at it."
As he said that, the young monk actually let go, causing Yao Pofeng to stumble, almost falling off the plum blossom stake and being skewered into a skewer.
A rather nonsensical conversation between the two made the originally passionate battle suddenly become a bit comical.
"You have cultivated the ancient aura, which is very powerful."
"You are also very powerful! You forced me into this situation and you didn't even show your sword."
Seeing that the competition could not continue, the frustrated second young master sat down on the plum blossom pile, not caring whether the weapons stuck underneath would bounce up.
Fortunately, at this time, the wind-controlling monk who had never sat down since he stood up in the stands flew over, and the person in charge of Zhijing Cave Heaven in the school grounds immediately closed the formation restriction.
Qingyun came galloping with the two girls and Luo Yixian who squeezed out of the crowd from another direction at the same time.
"Junior Brother Qingyun!"
"Senior Brother Luo!"
The two nodded slightly, and then quickly checked Yao Pofeng's injury.
Ding Ding~: Has anyone guessed who he is, hee hee hee~
