The people who are fighting naturally have no way of paying attention to what the people watching are thinking.
Two huge stone monster birds, one on the left and one on the right, came wrapped in a hurricane. Bai Congzhen, who was caught in the middle, looked more solemn. The snow-white feather fan in his hand continued to shine, but the direction it faced slightly changed.
Following the hurricane, Master Bai Cong held a feather fan in his hand, spinning lightly in place as if dancing with the wind. The snow-white feather fan in his hand drew a golden stream of light in the air.
The broad sleeves were swinging in the wind. Bai Congzhen was as light as a feather in the wind. He raised and pressed the sleeves with both hands, and two wind blades immediately condensed, with endless chilling meaning, heading towards the attacker. The two strange stone birds that came were chopped down.
The wind blade curved like a crescent moon, transparent and colorless, but it tore apart the void wherever it passed!
The sky was like a curtain, cut open like this, revealing hideous cracks.
The two strange birds screamed, and the sound of wind caused by the waving of their wings swept towards the wind blades that broke through the air in front of them. However, they were easily broken by the wind blades and continued to move towards the stone without even a pause. The strange bird was chopped off.
The strange bird chirped for a long time, waving its wings violently, as if it wanted to fly upwards to avoid the wind blades. However, the two wind blades seemed to have eyes, turning a smooth arc in the air, still heading towards the two sides. Only the strange bird chased him.
As if they knew they could not escape, the red eyes of the two strange birds flashed with cold expressions. They lowered their heads and glanced at Bai Congzhen below, and then they both leaned forward and rushed forward.
From a distance, it looked like two strange birds were colliding with the two wind blades.
"boom!"
A loud noise resounded on the top of Yangshan Mountain.
The wind blade passed through the stone bodies of the two strange birds without making any sound. It was like cutting tofu with a knife, and it cut open the roots of the wings of the two strange birds extremely smoothly.
Master Bai Cong is cunning. These two strange birds are made of unknown materials. Since Master Fang Yi is so confident in using these two birds as a means of fighting the enemy, it is unlikely that they will be too fragile.
Therefore, the target of this wind blade attack has always been the wings that enable these two strange birds to fly in the sky!
As a strange creature, it cannot be truly integrated. The connection between the wings and the body naturally becomes a possible weakness.
As expected, the wind blade easily cut off the wing root, and the strange bird that had lost one wing also lost its balance and stayed helplessly in the air for a moment before falling straight down.
Standing firmly on the lotus platform, Master Fang Yi raised his head, raised his hands, and fluttered his cuffs. The two strange birds that fell down continued to shrink in size, and after a moment, they returned to their original spheres. Finally, it sank into Zhenren Fang Yi's sleeves and disappeared.
It's not the loud noise here, it's the results of the remaining battlefields.
Master Bai Cong and Master Fang Yi were not distracted, and they fought together again.
Lingchu withdrew his gaze and turned to the source of the sound.
It's Shen Fujian and Mingkun Zhenren.
When Lingchu looked over, he only had time to see the real Mingkun holding a spear in his hand. The spear in his hand was like a blaze of fire, whistling and smashing down from the mid-air, smashing into the top of the mountain, smashing open a circular Potholes.
Along with the spear being smashed down, there was also Master Mingkun himself.
Master Mingkun was like a rag doll, his robe was torn, his hair was messy, he fell straight from the air with his face to the ground, his eyes were closed tightly, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.
The soft and weak vegetation on the top of the mountain swayed, and several slender grass buds broke out of the ground. The slender bodies were flexibly intertwined and dancing. In just a few breaths, a soft and delicate web was woven. The grass net just caught Ming Kun, who was unconscious and falling.
Lingchu glanced over, and saw that Master Mingkun's pale face was covered with a layer of bluish-purple miasma, and his lips were so black that they were shiny. He could tell at a glance that he had been poisoned.
Poisoned.
Lingchu remembered that his senior brother had said that this Shen Buer also had a superb poison technique.
He frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at Shen Fuji's handsome face with a hint of madness, but he didn't say anything. During the fight, there was no requirement not to use poison spells, and in this fight, countless fellow disciples were present. Look, no matter how crazy Shen Buer is, he won't really inflict any fatal poison.
It looks scary, but Master Mingkun's breathing is steady, and the spiritual power around his body is not disordered, which is enough to explain a lot of problems.
However, Lingchu did not expect that the winner would be decided so quickly on the lotus platform.
It's not just Shen Buer and Mingkun who decide the outcome.
Not long after the winner between Master Mingkun and Shen Buer was decided, another loud noise sounded.
It was Yan Bei and Hong Ying who made the noise this time.
The fighting between the two involves one using a sword and the other dancing with a sword.
They are all open and closed paths. The collision between swords makes bursts of sounds, and the sound of sonic booms is endless.
There was another collision, but Master Hongying's face flushed, his eyes turned red, the hand holding the knife trembled hard, and he flew backwards.
Unlike Master Mingkun, only Lingchu kindly caught him with a straw mat. When Master Hongying flew out, there was a figure that quickly jumped forward and hugged him before he landed.
Seal Qianshan.
The person who caught Master Hongying was Feng Qianshan, who had been following the fight between Yan Bei and Master Hongying. This Master Feng Qianshan, who had been fighting with Master Hongying, was carefully holding Master Hongying at this moment. .
One of Hongying's real hands was limp and completely out of strength. She couldn't even hold on to her Mingluan Knife without even half of her strength. She was half-leaning on the ground, her face flushed for a while and then... A moment of paleness seemed to suppress the injuries and surging spiritual power in his body.
Without too much nonsense, Master Hongying looked directly at Yan Bei on the lotus platform, "You win!"
After saying that, he seemed to realize that he was being held in Feng Qianshan's arms. The anger on his face suddenly suffocated, and he twisted his body awkwardly. His whole body was like a swimming fish. In the blink of an eye, he turned away from Feng Qianshan. He slipped out of his arms and was instantly ejected several meters away.
He thanked her coldly, and then turned his head without looking at Feng Qianshan. Of course, if he could ignore the red color at the tips of his ears.
In a short period of time, the winners and losers have been decided in two of the four lotus terraces.
Moreover, no one succeeded in the challenge.
The only ones who have not yet challenged are Ling Chu, Master Rong Xian, and Feng Qianshan.
The only ones on the field who can accept the challenge now are Shen Fuji and Yan Bei.
