Neither side took action...
They are all waiting for each other's flaw, waiting for the opportunity to kill with one strike.
When you reach the level of a Grandmaster, no one is a fool, let alone a weakling...
The only difference is the difference in Qi, artistic conception, physical body, and soul.
The qualitative gap is an insurmountable gap.
This is why Ghost Hand is so afraid of the Ghost Face Mask Man.
Because the opponent's strength is too terrifying. He can directly mobilize the general trend to completely suppress him. This kind of almost divine method, this kind of absolute dominance of the superior over the inferior... makes Guishou tremble all over. I can't even feel the slightest bit of resistance.
More importantly, this power does not belong to the power of martial arts, but to other levels of power.
This made Guishou feel surrendered.
Maybe the other party can have some special means to break the short-lived situation of the Grandmaster...
For the Grandmaster, life span is everything, and all methods that can extend life can be tried.
Neither of them took action, but Zhou Zhenwen watched this scene with interest.
This was the first time Zhou Zhenwen had seen the artistic conception dispute between two second-grade masters, and he was quite interested.
Especially the artistic conceptions of both are so special...
Blood Moon VS Cloud?
"interesting!!"
Zhou Zhenwen sat down again.
The moment Zhou Zhenwen sat down, the ghost hand that had been silent suddenly moved.
"brush!!"
A bloody sword energy, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky, tore through the thick fog in an instant and appeared directly in front of Ding Yuanying.
“Well done!!”
Ding Yuanying's hands formed into claws, and he raised his hands to grab. The two air claws on the left and right covered the bloody sword energy in front of him, and his figure disappeared into the clouds again.
However, this time Ding Yuanying did not continue to hide.
"The eagle strikes the sky!!"
One after another, flying eagles flew out of the clouds and mist, attacking the ghost hands.
“Swish, swish, swish!!”
The ghost hand wildly waved the scimitar, and streaks of bloody sword energy shot out, killing all the flying eagles. When the sword energy collided with the eagle, a violent wave of true energy broke out, and there was an explosion. Everlasting.
It turns out that each flying eagle is formed by the convergence of the artistic conception of clouds and the claw energy of the eagle grasping skill. Each flying eagle represents a move of the eagle claw...
The bloody infuriating energy and the white infuriating energy collided back and forth. The figures of the two people were as fast as lightning, and there were so many afterimages that ordinary people couldn't see them clearly.
And who is Zhou Zhenwen?
His cultivation level is superior to the two of them, coupled with the Confucian and Taoist skills and the fountain of literary thoughts that constantly nourish his soul, his eyesight is amazing, and his perception is strong. He is completely clear about the situation of the two people's fight.
In Zhou Zhenwen's field of vision, the two of them kept colliding with each other. The sword light and claw energy were at odds with each other, making it difficult to distinguish between them.
But for now, Ding Yuanying, who possesses the artistic conception of the cloud, has an advantage. Because Yun Wuxiang, the impact and backlash of the true energy of each collision are offset by Ding Yuanying through invisible means.
On the other hand, the recoil of every attack by Ghost Hand is physically resisted.
Under the circumstances, Ding Yuanying will undoubtedly become stronger and stronger, while Gui Shou will become weaker and weaker...
'If this continues, Guishou will be defeated! ! '
'Is this the reason why Ghost Shou has always been defeated? '
'But I always feel that Guishou still has some hidden methods that he hasn't come up with...'
Zhou Zhenwen was deep in thought, and he saw clearly the moves of Ghost Hands, which were from the "Blood Sword Sutra".
"Blood Knife Sutra" is divided into an internal power chapter and a sword art chapter. The internal power chapter talks about an extremely weird blood coagulation magic skill, which can condense and boil the blood in the body in exchange for powerful power, but it will also accelerate the boiling of the blood in the body and cause suffering. Despite the great pain, this internal skill has another benefit, that is, as long as the injury is not fatal, it can forcibly stop the bleeding and control the injury by coagulating blood and accelerating blood flow.
The chapter on sword skills talks about a weird and evil blood sword technique. This sword technique can be used to strike the sword at unpredictable angles. Once practiced to perfection, it can also chop blood shadows, which is amazingly powerful.
Just now, the ghost hand split the clouds and mist with a knife, and found Ding Yuanying's sword technique. It was one of the blood sword techniques - blood staining the world! !
"The eagle returns to its nest!!"
Countless flying eagles sprang out from the clouds and mist, with ghost hands covering them in all directions. The sharp eagle claws were hidden in the unremarkable shadow of the flying eagles, making them look light and calm.
Under this beautiful scenery of flying eagles gathering in the sky, there is hidden the strength of the eagle claws...
"Blood coagulation magic skill!!"
A trace of blood flashed across Ghost Hand's eyes, and his figure suddenly jumped up, wielding the scimitar, tearing everything apart, killing all the flying eagles above his head, and directly cut a bloody path.
"Boom boom boom..."
With continuous explosions, countless flying eagles split into pieces and flew around.
Soil, flowers, trees, rocks...all cracked and shattered...
Several flying eagles, shaken by the ghost hand's energy, flew impartially towards the pavilion where Zhou Zhenwen was.
"What?"
"not good!!"
"Get out of the way!!"
Seeing this scene, Gui Shou panicked and immediately shouted loudly.
The two of them had just fought so fast that it was dazzling, but they deliberately avoided the pavilion to prevent Zhou Zhenwen from getting hurt.
Although Zhou Zhenwen said that there were ways to resist, the two of them still did not want to hurt Zhou Zhenwen, so when they took action, they both exercised restraint and had a tacit understanding.
But as the fight progressed, they gradually showed real fire, and they no longer had enough control over their moves.
In addition, the ghost hand suddenly burst out of the encirclement, which caused the flying eagle with the strength of its claws to fly towards the pavilion where Zhou Zhenwen was...
Ding Yuanying didn't care to continue dealing with the ghost hand, and his figure emerged and rushed towards the pavilion.
If Zhou Zhenwen dies or is seriously injured, the imperial court will definitely send troops to conquer, and I am afraid that the world will be in chaos...
He, Ding Yuanying, has become the murderer of chaos in the world...
He can't afford this kind of cause and effect! !
"Damn!!"
Ding Yuanying raised his hand and drew out a few eagle claws, hoping to catch up with the flying eagles in front and defeat them to prevent Zhou Zhenwen from being hurt. However, his speed was still a little behind and it was too late... ...
Facing the phantom of the flying eagle, Zhou Zhenwen looked calm and raised his hand slightly. The clear spring in his soul gurgled. The clear air circulated and gathered on the tip of his index finger, giving off a faint white halo.
Zhou Zhenwen waved his fingers, using pure air as ink, and carved patterns out of thin air...
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The phantom of the eagle is close at hand...
"It's over!!"
"Everything is over!!"
Guishou's face was pale. Although he didn't know what means Zhou Zhenwen had to defend himself against the enemy, his movements were too slow, and there was no true energy flowing. Even if he had some magic, he might not be able to stop the strength of a second-grade grandmaster. .....
However, what happened next made Guishou stunned.
Confucianism, Taoism, magical power, armchair tactics on paper! !
The painting in front of Zhou Zhen’s tattoo is finally done! !
In a flash of clear light, a tiger carved with black ink turned from virtual to real, stepped on the spatial mirror out of thin air, and leaped out.
"Ouch!!!"
The black tiger raised its head and roared, waving its claws left and right, beating all the flying eagles to death. The energy in them seemed to not exist, and they all collapsed and turned into nothing.
The black tiger stands proudly, in black and white, with piercing eyes. It exudes the aura of a beast, with muscles and thick hair. The word "king" is engraved on its forehead. A pair of tiger eyes, staring at the flying Ding. Yuan Ying, it seems that as long as he makes the slightest move, he will immediately attack him and bite him to death! !
Ding Yuanying immediately stopped and looked at the tiger that appeared out of thin air, feeling extremely horrified in his heart.
Is this a method that humans can use? ?
Guishou stood on the roof, looking at the black tiger, and he was also stunned.
Is this the power of magic?
Is this something that Confucianism and Taoism can do?
Are you kidding me?
Create something out of nothing?
Summon a tiger out of thin air?
This is too ridiculous! ! !
