"boom!!--"
Qing Lin and the white fox fought fiercely, almost tearing down the arena.
The white fox's lightning was neither painful nor itchy to Qing Lin, but the spirit fox was so fast that she couldn't catch it for a while. She was so anxious that she went a little crazy and swung her tail and smashed the ring.
On the other side, Bai Ze gained the upper hand and refused to give in. He raised his sword and chased after him.
"Hmph!" Tang Zhizhi snorted coldly and made another sword seal.
Bai Ze felt something was wrong, and the sense of crisis suddenly became stronger. He wanted to pull away, but it was too late. The girl's sword mark was already in front of him, and the surrounding space was suddenly splashed with ink, losing color, leaving only black and white.
""Mountains and Rivers with the Ink Mind"." Daizong shook his head and smiled, "This little girl is amazing. She is only sixteen years old now, but she can actually refine "Mountains with the Ink Mind" to this level. She already has the shadow of the sword, which is rare. ,rare!"
Luoyang and Yun Wanggui couldn't help but focus all their attention on the girl on the ring.
I saw the girl in the goose-yellow dress with a continuous sword movement, but she seemed to be using the sword as an ink pen and the heaven and earth as a scroll to paint elegantly.
On the third stage, the sky and the earth lost color, as if they were in an ink painting, only black and white remained.
Bai Ze witnessed a huge mountain coming towards him, and was shocked. Haoran's sword energy slashed towards him, but the water and ink were scattered in all directions. He himself was knocked out by the forceful thrust and almost flew out of the ring.
"What kind of ghost sword skill is this?" Bai Ze lost his temper and couldn't help but be shocked, "Just now, I slashed through the mountain with one sword and disappeared into smoke. It looked like an illusion, but why did it give me a real sword attack? Feeling like a mountain?”
The clouds and mist shrouded, and the mountains appeared. Bai Ze heard the sound of running water in the ring, rushing like a shooting star.
"Mr. Bai, this is my strongest sword move so far." Tang Zhizhi's voice came from the scroll. The person was clearly right in front of Bai Ze, but it seemed like he was across thousands of mountains and rivers, and his voice was ethereal. "Exit now. You still have time."
It means that the sword has no eyes, and if Bai Ze is hurt later, it will be out of her control.
"The way of heaven is clear, how can there be any reason not to advance but to retreat?" Bai Ze said with a smile, secretly he had already used Taoism in a very stupid way to transport the mountains and rivers.
Regardless of whether it is a real landscape or a fake landscape, once the luck of the mountains and rivers is opened, the spiritual veins will be clearly visible, and all kinds of monsters will show their true colors.
"That's offending!" Tang Zhizhi said no more. As he waved the famous sword river map, the mountains flew one after another towards Bai Ze.
For a moment, the scene was so spectacular that it was so breathtaking that I couldn't help but hold my breath.
"That's it, that's it!" Bai Ze laughed suddenly. He had always thought that the scene in front of him was an illusion, but when Qi Lun Shan He opened, he saw clearly that this was not an illusion at all, but a sword skill!
Mountains, rivers, winds and clouds are all swords!
Bai Ze was unavoidably shocked. These sword moves were definitely superior sword techniques.
As the mountains flew towards me, Bai Ze stood proudly and asked loudly: "May I ask Miss Tang, what is the name of this sword move?"
"Ink means mountains and rivers." Tang Zhizhi said.
"Mo Yishanhe?" Bai Ze smiled sarcastically, "What a name, what a name!"
At this time, the first mountain was already pressing on his head.
The inner disciples responsible for determining the outcome of Arena No. 3 are already preparing to stop this competition.
Yun Wanggui also stood up from his seat on the general stage.
"Brother Bai!" Fang Sheng and Sun Qi both exclaimed.
"Senior brother, little junior brother!" Pei Guoguo was also anxious.
But Lin Xiao held the girl's shoulders and shook his head at her, "I see that Bai Ze is calm and calm, not as nervous as before. Yue Mo already has a way to defend himself against the enemy, don't worry."
"But!" Pei Guoguo continued to say.
Lin Xiao still shook his head, looked at Daizong on the general stage, and said softly: "Uncle Master is still not moving, so he must be sure to control the situation. Be patient and don't be impatient."
There was an uproar in the stands, but the comments were mixed.
"Isn't Junior Sister Tang too strong?" Someone said, "The ruthless man may not be able to stand it now. It would be terrible if such a big mountain presses down on him!"
"The ruthless man will lose this round."
"It's not a shame to be defeated by such swordsmanship." Someone said, "Oh, it's a pity that I met Tang Zhizhi. Otherwise, there is still hope for the top three."
The audience was in an uproar, but on the stage, Bai Ze showed an unknown smile.
"Moving mountains." Bai Ze said softly.
The unique skill of the Half-Step Sword Immortal King, moving the mountain seal.
Back then, in Dushan Wuminggu Cave, Bai Ze and Ouyang Mu got the opportunity to get the Black Jade Palm, Moving Mountain Seal, and Buddhist Golden Bell.
Now he has used it again.
Everyone was shocked when Bai Ze suddenly sheathed Mo Yu. At the moment when the inner disciples on the third stage were about to rush onto the stage to rescue Bai Ze, Bai Ze raised a hand and held it firmly. That mountain.
Silence fell.
Tang Zhizhi's eyes widened in disbelief and he exclaimed, "How could that be?"
The second mountain flew over, and Bai Ze rose into the sky, holding the mountain, and threw it out. It collided with the second mountain fiercely, making a deafening roar.
"boom!!--"
For a moment, Arena No. 3 fell apart, and many places were shattered by the brutal collision of the two mountains.
"This?!" The people in the stands wanted to poke their eyes out.
"Brother Bai, good job, come on!" Fang Sheng laughed loudly and shouted.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, a ruthless person is indeed a ruthless person!" The disciples of the inner sect were finally convinced, "This operation is simply amazing!"
"Miss Tang," Bai Ze turned over and landed on the ground, pressing the sword with his right hand and said with a smile, "My next sword is also my strongest sword so far."
When the person in charge of Arena No. 3 heard this, his face turned pale and he shouted loudly: "Bai Ze, please be careful with your strikes. Don't act recklessly!"
This kid's lightning movement is really scary.
If he does it again, he may be struck black by lightning!
"Don't worry, senior brother." Bai Ze said, his eyebrows darkened, "This sword only breaks the power of the sword, but does not kill anyone."
"You have a sword that can break my Mo Yi Mountains and Rivers?" Tang Zhizhi frowned, obviously not believing it.
Bai Ze did not answer, but moved his right hand holding the sword slightly, "The path to immortality has neither beginning nor end. There is only one sword that asks the sky."
"Is this!?" Daizong stood up from his seat again, in disbelief, "Sword intent fluctuates?!"
On the other side, Lin Xiao suddenly stood up and looked at Bai Ze's back with deep eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
Yun Wanggui and Luoyang looked at each other and couldn't help but forget to breathe.
The four realms of swordsmanship, sword control, sword energy, sword intention, and sword agility.
The artistic conception of the sword that many supreme beings have not been able to comprehend can now be seen so clearly in a young man who has not yet entered the immortal sect!
This guy is really scary.
No wonder the Grandmaster is so interested in him!
This level of terrifying talent made everyone present who saw the sword intention think of one person.
The current Jiuzhou swordsman, Li Muzhi!
"What a powerful sword!" Tang Zhizhi hadn't seen Bai Ze draw the sword yet, but Pei Ran's sword intent in the scabbard had already made her expression change slightly, and she subconsciously took a step back.
"The tiger is sitting on the dragon's head and the wind is as dark as the wind, how can it be said that the peak is orthodox?" Bai Ze recited the poem, the ink jade came out of the body an inch, and said softly: "Three swords, the sun sets over the long river."
The sword is unsheathed.
Everyone was shocked and stood up.
The great river that stretches across the ancient times comes from the sky, enters the painting, carries the setting sun with such desolation, sweeps across the mountains, and then emerges from the painting and dissipates between heaven and earth.
The wind raged.
After the two fighting spirit pets passed the sword over their heads, they both crawled back to their masters and calmed down their arrogance.
Mo Yishanhe's sword force was completely washed away by the sunset over the long river.
Tang Zhizhi's face turned pale, and he sheathed the famous sword Hetu. He took two steps forward, his steps shaky, and asked Bai Ze: "What is that sword called?"
"The sun sets over the long river." Bai Ze said, putting the black jade into its sheath.
Tang Zhizhi was silent for a moment, put the spirit fox into his sword, turned around and got off the ring without looking back, "I lost this competition."
"I accept, Miss Tang." Bai Ze called Lu Hao to enter the Wufeng Sword. The green scales had turned into small snakes and got into Bai Ze's sleeves.
"On the third stage, Bai Ze wins!" After the disciple who was responsible for determining the outcome finished speaking, he still felt as if he was in a dream.
"If I heard you right, you are talking about Jian San, right?" Dai Zong took a deep breath, sat down and said.
"It's Jiansan. You heard me right, uncle." Yun Wanggui also took a breath.
"That is to say, before this sword, there were two more swords, right?" Daizong said in a positive tone, smiling for a while and shaking his head, "You really are a formidable person!"
“The path to immortality has neither beginning nor end, only a sword reaching out to the sky.
The tiger is crouching and the dragon is coiled in the wind, so how can it be orthodox and what is the peak? "
Lin Xiao recited Bai Ze's poem and smiled enigmatically, "This junior brother is really interesting. It seems that I will sit on Wangfeng and be among the seven peaks of the Immortal Sect from now on. I will soar into the sky."
