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Faced with so much energy, Cheng Ling drew out his long sword and made a swipe in the air. It not only blocked the invasion of energy, but also attracted the surrounding snowflakes, causing the energy in the air to become confusing. of calmness.
The snowflakes accumulated more and more, and finally formed a big snowball condensing on the tip of the Dragon Sword. Cheng Ling smiled calmly, and suddenly thrust out the sword.
puff! puff! puff! puff! puff!
Snowflakes were flying, exploding from the sky and the earth. The snowflakes wrapped in the cold energy also increased Cheng Ling's own sword energy, tearing the void, and slashed out with an extremely fierce attitude.
"No, the sky is full of snowflakes!"
Kong Xuehai's face changed, and he stepped back continuously. The folding fan changed its previous illusory and ethereal mood, and faced him forward with the same sharpness. The cold energy and the sword energy that hit him rolled up the flying snow in the sky, and hit hard on the ground. Together.
boom!
The two qi energies collided, and several huge gaps opened up in the arena made of special metal. The gaps quickly spread and affected the entire stage.
Kong Xuehai showed a sneer, walking like a ghost in the weak zone of the shock wave, like a touch of cold air without substance, sending out several sharp fan lights from a distance.
Cheng Ling smiled indifferently, his spiritual consciousness had already observed the other party's position. The Dragon Sword swung, and the sword glowed fiercely. It stabbed hundreds of swords in succession at an extremely fast speed, cutting off the incoming fan rays from the air. The remaining sword energy flashed past the opponent's tight defense and cut off a few strands of hair on the head. hair.
"It's so fast. Kong Xuehai's figure is already extremely fast, but he was still caught. Not only did he defend perfectly, he also launched a counterattack. Not only that, the sword energy he fired happened to target the flaw in Kong Xuehai's physical skills."
Kong Xuehai's face was gloomy. Those sword strikes just now were dangerous and dangerous. If he hadn't dodged in time, what would have been cut off was not his long hair, but his head. He no longer dared to underestimate Cheng Ling. His eyes narrowed and he slowly raised the fan in his hand. A cold air gathered again.
The body-protecting essence around him disintegrated and merged into his body. In the next moment, a circle of white light shield expanded, protecting himself in the center. The white light shield was always in a state of circulation. On top of the fan, a white-gold aura seemed to be born. The aura was connected end to end, creating layers of mysterious defenses.
Abandoning the idea of attacking from a distance, he swept his body and rushed straight towards Cheng Ling. Sometimes he opened the folding fan in his right hand to swing out, and sometimes put it away to block, point, poke, spin, swing, and fan, all of which were displayed to the fullest.
Cheng Ling secretly marveled that Kong Xuehai was indeed an outstanding disciple of the Piaomiao Snow Sect. This fanning technique was dazzling, and he could freely switch between reality and reality. The force of each blow made his face hurt.
Facing the stormy attack, Cheng Ling increased his combat power to 70%. He did not retreat even half a step, and the long sword in his hand was used at every move, completely at a low level.
The two were in a stalemate for a quarter of an hour. Cheng Ling's understanding of the defensive sword skills became clearer in his mind, and he slowly used it unconsciously. The new defensive sword skills are based on the artistic conception of earth, combined with the softness of water and the continuous vitality of wood, and are brewed in the vitality to be durable and tenacious, like sprouting grass, indomitable and growing vigorously.
Every resistance is like injecting nutrients into the grass, and the power of the sword becomes stronger and stronger. Kong Xuehai vaguely felt something was wrong. Originally, he had taken the initiative in attacking, but Cheng Ling could only
For defense. But gradually, I felt that there seemed to be an extremely powerful sword energy in the opponent's body that was about to burst out, and he continued to attack, which gradually increased his consumption. If he could not defeat him in a short time, the consequences would be disastrous.
In an instant, he burst out the power he had reserved in his body, and fired out the "Chaos Ring Jue", "Yin Yang Jue", and "Turn Circle Jue" from the fan in his hand, like a whole snow mountain covering Cheng Ling.
Cheng Ling seemed to be facing an avalanche, with cold and terrifying energy coming over him. There was a flash of light in his eyes, like a bolt of lightning flashing across the night. The speed of the dragon chanting sword increased again, and it covered the surface with a point. Facing the avalanche coming from the pavement, it moved toward the center point and killed it fiercely.
Rumble~!
There was a violent impact, and the entire arena seemed to be shaking, and the two were separated instantly. Kong Xuehai staggered back. He was at a disadvantage because he had exhausted himself too much and could not withstand a concentrated attack.
But before he could stabilize himself, Cheng Ling took a few steps back and stepped forward again with his unaffected body. With ethereal footwork, he kept circling around Kong Xuehai. The Dragon Yin Sword struck out coldly, weakening the sword with one blow. The opponent's defensive strength.
Kong Xuehai's expression changed drastically, and he used his fan to protect his whole body. However, Cheng Ling's long sword was moving fast and slow, far and near. Every time he resisted, it was very difficult, and he could not predict where the opponent's next move would be.
If you hold on for a long time, you will lose. After holding on for less than half an hour, the real energy consumption in the body is increasing, and the protective energy is weakened to only a thin layer. He regretted extremely in his heart. He didn't expect Cheng Ling to be so difficult to deal with. He blocked all his attacks. After it was the opponent's turn to attack, the endurance of his true energy was even longer. If he continued to resist, he would be defeated.
He always cherished feathers, but in desperation, he could only send a message to Cheng Ling and said: "Fellow Daoist Cheng, how about a draw in this fight? I have decided not to worry about the ownership of Phantom Feather Clothing!"
Cheng Ling sneered, completely ignoring what the other party said, and used his attacks to the fullest. By this time, Kong Xuehai's true energy had been exhausted, and the flaws in his body's defense were gradually revealed.
"Fellow Daoist Cheng, be careful as a person. If you meet someone easily, there is no need to kill them all! Damn it, if you don't stop, don't bully them too much!"
Cheng Ling's sword moves were getting faster and faster, and Kong Xuehai was distracted by talking. He gradually became confused and couldn't cope with it anymore. At this moment, Cheng Ling saw a flaw in him. The Xuan Kong under his feet turned around several times step by step. The Dragon Song Sword was gently placed on the fan, and a pure sword essence was injected into it, guiding Kong Xuehai's energy. Pull it out hard.
Kong Xuehai was completely stunned by him, and there was a pain in the muscles and veins in his body. He could not help but turn several times in the direction of his movement. Then his hand was empty, and the fan was lifted into the air. There was a cold feeling on his neck, and even more There is a sharp edge that stings the skin.
Cheng Ling said calmly: "I've seen a lot of pretty boys like you. Even if you want to take advantage, don't hang out in front of me. From now on, don't show up in front of me again!"
"Wow~!"
The audience exclaimed, even Kong Xuehai was defeated. This was the top five disciples of Piaomiao Snow Sect! For a time, they were even more shocked by Cheng Ling's strength and started talking a lot.
"Is this his true strength?" In the VIP box, Nangong Hao's eyes flashed with solemnity. He stared closely at Cheng Ling on the stage and remained silent for a long time.
"Well, his swordsmanship is superb, and his footwork is indeed integrated with the artistic conception of space. Not only that, his toughness, endurance, hole...
The ability to penetrate flaws is the best choice among superiors. If such a person is used for one's own purposes, it will indeed be a great help to the family! "
The middle-aged monk nodded slightly, having made some kind of decision in his heart.
Zhao Deming took a deep breath and announced: "Congratulations to Fellow Taoist Cheng Ling for winning sixty consecutive games!"
Cheng Ling smiled calmly, sheathed his sword, and disappeared from the ring in an instant, leaving only Kong Xuehai fighting on the ring with his eyes blank. The opponent fought nine times in a row, but was still defeated by his sword. At this moment, the humiliation in his heart was really unbearable, and his usual pride suddenly collapsed!
After a long time, he picked up the fan that fell on the ring and left in despair.
Returning to the rest loft, Cheng Ling immediately sat down and began to comprehend the battle with Kong Xuehai. This battle greatly improved his understanding of defensive sword skills. The three artistic conceptions of earth, water, and wood were fused together, and the defensive power generated was several times stronger. Coupled with the endless power of vitality, Defense also contains counterattacks, which are like needles in the cotton wool and are of great help in actual combat.
"Since it contains three kinds of artistic conceptions and has the power of vitality, let's call it Wanmu Zhengrong! It is not yet proficient in using it at present. It has only reached the entry level and needs to be further improved. More efforts must be made in the fusion of artistic conceptions!"
While he was thinking about it, there was a slight fluctuation in the ban outside the door. He smiled bitterly in his heart. Could it be that boy Zhao Deqian came to Luo Lu again? What a headache.
In desperation, he could only stand up and look out the door. At first glance, I saw Zhao Deqian standing there, but in front of him, there was a middle-aged monk with a majestic face. The aura on his body was unusually thick, and his spiritual consciousness swept over him, making it impossible to see through the other person's cultivation level.
Shocked in his heart, he raised his hands to the monk outside the door and said, "Senior, come here, do you have any advice?"
The monk smiled slightly and said, "Won't you invite us in to sit down?"
"Senior please, Brother Zhao please!"
The middle-aged monk smiled happily and walked in first, followed closely by Zhao Deqian. As he passed by, he winked at Cheng Ling for a while.
Cheng Ling was confused as to what kind of medicine they were selling in the gourd. After inviting the two of them to sit down in the living room, he asked: "Senior, may I ask who is...?"
The middle-aged monk smiled and said, "Don't be nervous. My name is Zhao Wengong. Recently, Quanzi has often talked about your deeds in my ears. I was curious and saw that my little friend won sixty consecutive victories, so I came here to pay a visit."
Cheng Ling was shocked, Zhao Deqian's father? That person was not of the same generation as the head of the Zhao family. This weight was a bit heavy. He hurriedly bowed and said, "Senior Liao praised me. Brother Zhao and I were just chatting. Please forgive me for any mistakes I made."
Zhao Wengong chuckled and said: "It doesn't matter, Qian'er respects you very much. Since you have this relationship, you don't need to call me senior. I am the sixth in the family, so I can just call you Sixth Uncle."
"Juniors don't dare!"
"It's okay, I'm disturbing your peace by coming here today. I won't talk nonsense with you, I'll just get straight to the point! I admire your strength very much. I wonder if my little friend is willing to become a disciple of the Zhao family? Of course, just for sixty The winning streak has not allowed me to figure out your strength, are you sure of winning a hundred consecutive victories?"
Cheng Ling was startled. Zhao Wengong was quite straightforward and straightforward in his speech. He said he wanted to recruit him. At the same time, he also wants to see what level his strength has reached. Is a hundred consecutive victories really just his expectation for himself?
