Everyone was disturbed by the sudden cold poison.
In just a short period of time, several people were infected by the cold poison. Even if it was not fatal, it was only slightly affected. In this important competition arena where even a moment was very important, the foundation for failure was undoubtedly laid.
The instigator of all this, Shen Fujian, stood on the lotus platform, with the nine-section whip hanging down in his hand, letting himself be exposed to the heavy rain, and the expression on his face gradually became gloomy.
His eyes penetrated the thin rain and mist, looking at the green bamboo not far away that seemed to be growing in the smoke. He looked at the open bamboo umbrella, which blocked out all the rain and mist, and the slender bamboos underneath. The human figure was covered so tightly that it was not affected by the rain and fog at all.
Lingchu held a sword in his right hand and an umbrella in his left hand. In the rain and fog that had begun to thin, he gently raised the corner of his umbrella. His eyes also penetrated the rain and fog, and met Shen Buer's cold eyes. There are no waves.
With just one hasty sword, Shen Buer's astonishing waterspout was already cut away.
Although it was just a sword, it also consumed a lot of Lingchu's spiritual energy.
The originally bright and translucent luster of the Qingyi Sword in his hand also dimmed slightly. Lingchu put back the sword with his backhand, and the sword sank into the handle of the umbrella and disappeared.
Once the sword is finished, there are no two swords.
Since Shen Buer already knew about the existence of Yijian Feixian, he would naturally be on guard. Why bother to use it again? What's more, every bit of the situation here was seen by the elders of the same sect in the mountain gate.
In the future, it may be spread out. The true power of flying immortals with one sword is naturally not comparable to this hasty sword, but Lingchu does not intend to expose everything.
And, here, in the final analysis, we still have to stop there.
The Qingyi Sword entered the umbrella, and the whole body of Weiji Umbrella suddenly lit up slightly, and even the aura seemed to be much stronger.
Lingchu smiled slightly, twisted his waist slightly, pointed his toes into the void, and there seemed to be a green lotus blooming under his feet. The Weiji umbrella in his hand drew a semicircle in the void along with Lingchu's strength, and spiritual power surged out.
The raindrops that had not completely fallen around seemed to have been pulled by some invisible force. Their original downward falling posture paused in the void. After being motionless for half a breath, they actually began to float in the direction of the Weiji Umbrella.
With Lingchu as the center and Weiji Umbrella as the direction, everyone was surprised to find that all the raindrops that had not fallen were following Lingchu's movements, floating around Lingchu layer by layer.
And Lingchu himself, in this endless water curtain, danced the Weiji umbrella as if dancing a slow dance, light and elegant, and the water droplets gathered into trickling streams, happily dancing in it. Lingchu was flowing all around.
One lap, two laps, three laps.
The first circle of the dance of the Weiji umbrella stops the water droplets. The second circle of the dance gathers into a trickle. The third circle of the dance, the trickle becomes a river.
The people on the top of the mountain raised their heads in shock and looked at the top of their heads. A river appeared again, like an endless river, flowing out of thin air. It was strange and spectacular.
Shen Buer's expression was a little more appreciative. As a water magic monk, he clearly understood that the monk opposite was not a water magic monk. He was able to drive these water droplets like arms and manipulate them so smoothly. He relied on that The power of profound spiritual consciousness.
In other words, at this moment, Lingchu was using his spiritual consciousness to control the countless raindrops, making them gather drop by drop and flow bit by bit.
The power of spiritual consciousness required is not simple.
These movements may seem complicated, but the three dancing circles of the Weiji Umbrella are only two breaths of time. When Shen Buer throws out the nine-section whip again, the river controlled by Lingchu’s divine consciousness , also swept towards Shen Buer in a mighty manner.
Although it was not one-tenth as powerful as Shen Fuji's previous waterspout, it was still shocking enough when a river surged forward.
In particular, the river rushing toward him was, logically speaking, created by his own hand.
Shen Buer looked at the rolling water, the darkness in his eyes getting thicker. The nine-section whip in his hand made a sound of breaking through the air, and the blue color was bright. Like a flexible and ferocious dragon, it plunged towards the water. Go in.
Like a dragon entering the water, the nine-section whip easily stirred up the water flow, and countless water droplets fell towards the mountain top again.
The difference is that this time, everyone who was innocently implicated has been prepared, and the rain is much lighter than before.
The same thing is that the splashing raindrops at this moment inevitably stirred up countless white mist again.
In an instant, the scene in front of Shen Buer blurred for a moment.
And in this short moment, Shen Buer saw only a faint purple stream of light suddenly rising into the sky between the blurry rain curtain.
Standing alone in the rain curtain, Shen Buer, who was not afraid of the cold poison at all, did not waste a single bit of spiritual energy on isolating the raindrops. He allowed the raindrops to fall on his body bit by bit, sliding over his skin bit by bit, bringing a wave of Feeling cool.
Shen Buer's eyes and energy were all focused on Lingchu in front of him, especially the purple stream of light rising into the sky.
The rain curtain only covered him for a moment, and the figure in front of Shen Buer became clearer and clearer. He looked at the smiling woman warily, and a faint uneasiness suddenly emerged in his heart.
I saw the woman who was still holding the umbrella suddenly smiled at me, and with her free right hand, she stretched out a thin white finger and pointed towards the sky.
Heaven?
The monk's eyesight was naturally very good. Even from a distance and through the rain, Shen Buer could still see clearly.
Subconsciously, Shen Buer suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky.
I don't know when, the originally clear sky suddenly gathered dense black clouds, and paired with the thin drizzle of rain, it seemed that it was really just a change in the weather.
But Shen Buer knew clearly that the rain and the rotation of the weather were clearly a magic trick he had used.
And his magic skills are not perfect!
The vigilance in his heart became stronger, and the subconscious sense of crisis made him frown. Just when he was about to blast the dark clouds above his head with the nine-section whip in his hand, he saw purple electric snakes flowing in the dark clouds.
The moment the magnificent purple color caught Shen Buer's eyes, countless thunderbolts had already fallen.
It had just rained, and the air was full of moisture. What was originally just a series of rough thunder suddenly seemed to be attracted and turned into countless small electric currents. In an instant, it followed the raindrops and the moisture. All over the top of the mountain.
Everyone in the arena changed their expressions.
The entire mountaintop wrapped in rain is simply a paradise for thunder and lightning!
Shen Fuji, who didn't care about the rain at all, turned pale when exposed to the rain!
How can this junior sister be so weird?
