The girl in red brandished a two-meter sword. The long red tassel left shadows in the void. The blade of the sword was glowing with fire, and she danced like a startling giant or a swimming dragon.
The handsome and smiling man remained as still as a mountain. As each sword shadow fell, whirlpools like quicksand appeared around him, invisibly dispelling the sword force.
In just the blink of an eye, the two had already fought several times.
Hongying waved the Mingluan Knife. Not only did she not regret not hitting Feng Qianshan, but the more she hit him, the more excited she looked on her face.
Great, finally someone can take a few more knives with me.
As his thoughts moved slightly, streaks of fire ignited on the blade of the Mingluan Saber in his hand. With a slight twist of his wrist, the blade slid through the void, leaving a line of fire in the air.
In a daze, everyone seemed to hear the clear chirping of luan and phoenix.
Feng Qianshan's delicate and graceful face, which had always been smiling indifferently, changed slightly. A light yellow light flashed under his feet, and a small mountain-like stone emerged from the quicksand beneath his feet.
It grew long in the wind, and instantly turned into a hill several meters high, falling suddenly in front of Feng Qianshan.
At the same time, the Mingluan sword in Hongying's hand fell high, and a red sword light appeared. In the sword light, there seemed to be a phoenix fluttering its wings, and it struck the hill in front of Feng Qianshan with the momentum of breaking a mountain.
"Boom! Bang!"
The crimson sword fell on the hill, and with one strike, it was split into two halves. The dark hill suddenly fell into two halves on the ring, and turned into bits of quicksand the moment it landed. Condensed into a hill.
Then he stood in front of Feng Qianshan again, blocking the red sword light.
This time, the hill was not split in half. The red sword light disappeared after cutting halfway.
The look on Hongying's face became even more excited. Her eyes were shining brightly at Feng Qianshan, full of enthusiasm for fighting. The long knife in her hand rang softly, and she seemed to be cheering.
Like throwing a spear, Hongying made a half circle with her right foot, leaned her waist back, and held the Luanfeng knife upside down in her right hand. The veins on her originally slender wrist popped out, her face turned slightly red, and she shouted in a low voice, "Hey!"
As the sound of the clear drink fell, the long knife in his hand was like a spear, and the red fire light was like a shooting star chasing the moon, igniting a line of fire. A fiery red phoenix seemed to appear in the void, flying towards Feng Qianshan.
The expression on Feng Qianshan's face changed slightly, and a stone seal appeared in his hand. The seal was a moist yellow color, with a faint earthy yellow flow, and a concentrated earth spiritual power was condensed in it.
This seal seems to weigh more than a thousand kilograms. The pale yellow spiritual light in Feng Qianshan's hand holding the seal is flickering, and he seems to be holding the seal with great strength.
Looking up at the red stream of light, the faint phantom of the phoenix came with the power of heaven. Feng Qianshan's heart suddenly felt as heavy as the weight of Mount Tai. He secretly gritted his teeth and made a virtual imprint of the stone seal in his hand into the air.
In front of Feng Qianshan's eyes, hills suddenly rose up one after another, much faster than the sword light. Almost in an instant, several hills appeared, blocking the red sword light.
The red sword light with the shadow of the red phoenix smashed through the hills one after another like a broken bamboo. Every time the stone seal in Feng Qianshan's hand fell, a steady stream of hills reappeared, constantly blocking the red sword light. .
And with each use of the stone seal, the expression on Feng Qianshan's face became paler.
This stone seal is not that easy to use. Every time it is used, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy.
Even with the cultivation level of Feng Qianshan Foundation Establishment, it can only be printed ten times.
Now, it has been printed six times.
Feng Qianshan showed a determined look on his face, and the spiritual power in his hand increased several times in an instant. The power of the remaining four stone seals fell almost all at this time.
The moist yellow fluid flowing on the stone seal became more and more moist. The moment the seal was placed, the void moved slightly, and a dark hill stood in front of Feng Qian Mountain. The color was different from the previous hills.
The red sword light broke through all the hills, and the next moment, it landed on the dark hills.
"Ding!"
The sound of metal and stone clashing, the moment the red sword light and the dark hill collided, a stream of fire light lit up, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two for a while.
However, Feng Qianshan, who was holding the stone seal, had a more solemn look on his face as his spiritual power continued to pass away. Hongying, who threw the Mingluan Saber with all his strength, saw that the Mingluan Saber was actually blocked.
The expression on the baby's face was not surprised but happy. He raised his white and tender hands and clenched them into fists. His right knee, which was still half a step behind, slightly bent. Spiritual power burst out from under his feet. On the fist in his hand, an evil spirit condensed, and the red tassel directly He exerted force on his right foot, thrust out his right fist, and punched out towards the dark hill like a shooting star.
The white and tender fist hit the dark hill, and an invisible wave shook the dark hill.
The stone seal in Feng Qianshan's hand trembled slightly, and with a bang, a gap opened in the dark hill.
At the moment when the dark hill opened a crack, Feng Qianshan's expression changed drastically. This was the first time that a crack was opened in this dark hill by the foundation-building monks.
We can't fight any longer.
Feng Qianshan didn't hesitate at all and shouted directly, "I lost."
This is the truth.
It can be seen that Hongying has other methods that he has not used, and this dark hill of his is not just quicksand and mud that was randomly pinched. Once it is damaged, it will take some time to repair it.
Next, he still needs to get a spot in the ancient battlefield.
In other words, he still has many opponents to fight. At this time, it is not a discussion, nor can he risk damaging this powerful magic weapon that can be regarded as his vertical and horizontal foundation.
When it comes to competition, Feng Qianshan thinks he is no match for Hongying.
Therefore, he admitted defeat without hesitation.
As soon as the three words "I lost" came out of her mouth, the excitement on Hongying's face, who was about to use another fist to bombard the hill, paused for a moment, and then she quickly stopped raising the other fist, dumbfounded. He looked towards the hill, as if he wanted to see the monk behind the hill through the hill.
It was too much. I had just warmed up and when I wanted to fight, my opponent gave in.
In an instant, a feeling of powerlessness came over me as if I had punched the cotton.
Hongying's excited and happy face fell instantly.
"Senior Brother Feng! Wait! Where did you make this hill? It's really strong. Can you make a few hills for me so that I can have something to hit and practice my fists on weekdays!" Looking at the solidity in front of me, The look on Hongying's face was pity at first, then her eyes lit up and she asked with great anticipation.
Feng Qianshan's smiling mouth froze, and he calmly put away the stone seal in his hand. The moment the stone seal was put away, the dark hill also disappeared without a trace.
"I'm sorry, Junior Sister Hongying, this hill is the only one."
Hearing this, Hongying's little face fell down again, her expression was depressed, and her whole person was listless. Then her eyes fell on the disciples below, and she felt happy again and began to look for a new goal.
Feng Qianshan, on the other hand, immediately turned around and flew down from the ring, looking for a place to breathe. He had to recover his spiritual power, and there was still a fight to come.
