"That's not necessarily the case." Wei Linfeng's eyes sparkled, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more intense. As soon as he finished speaking, the person and the sword turned into a bolt of lightning and shot towards Wen Ming.
He turned from defense to offense.
"I'll go! What kind of tactic is this, Senior Brother Qianjiu? How dare you attack when you are in a weak position?"
Everyone in the audience was astonished. Attack with strong force and defend with weak force. This is a time-honored principle. It is rare to find someone who dares to attack in a weak position.
Zhenjun Xingye on the high platform was stunned and said to Jingzhe: "This disciple of yours is really unexpected."
If you are in a weak position and defend blindly, you will rarely have a chance to win. Only by attacking, violently attacking, and disrupting the opponent's rhythm can you have a glimmer of hope.
Given Jingzhe's high demands, Rao couldn't help but show satisfaction with Wei Lin's performance.
On the competition stage, Wei Lin violently attacked Wen Ming for a while. The more he fought, the more frightened he became. He felt that Wen Ming's attacks were getting stronger with each move. He seemed to be getting braver and more confident as he fought.
This is wrong. After such a long battle, more than half of the physical and spiritual energy has been lost. How can it be easier and easier!
After fighting for a while, he suddenly retreated sharply, pulled away, raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wen Ming thoughtfully. When he was in the opponent's sword position, there was always a sticky feeling, which made his The attack will always deviate by a few points and fail to achieve the intended effect;
After each attack, Wen Ming's next attack will be a little stronger. This slight increase is not obvious in the early stage, but as time accumulates, it is very terrifying.
On the high platform, the smile in Jingzhe's eyes became even bigger, she finally found out.
Increase after passing the move?
Wei Lin had a flash of inspiration and was taking advantage of the situation!
Every time he made a move, he borrowed a little bit of power from his opponent to enhance his own sword power. He was horrified. In this case, the longer the fight lasted, the less likely he was to win.
There were a few glimmers of understanding in his mind, from the first experience of the sword's power against the Netherworld Tiger in Jueying Peak, to his later understanding of the sword's use and the discovery of Wen Ming's sword, all flashed in his mind.
With a wave of the sword in his hand, he closed his eyes and focused his mind on the sword. He seemed to see bits of spiritual power burning in the sword. A whirlpool of spiritual power centered on the sword appeared, pulling in the surrounding spiritual energy, but he did not Let the cyclone pull, but pull the spiritual energy into the sword, and the light green sword energy condensed. Under his control, the sword energy did not explode immediately, but spread out under his intentional pulling. All around, the surrounding directions are blocked.
Wen Ming's pupils shrank and he was shocked. Under the pressure of his sword power, Qianjiu actually completely understood the sword power!
On the high platform, Mang Zhong stood up in shock, "This -"
Xingye put away the disbelief on his face, turned to Jingzhe and praised: "This disciple of yours is truly an astonishing talent in the art of swordsmanship!"
Jingzhe slightly raised the corners of her lips.
Lan Shu's heart was heavy. These days, she regretted introducing Qian Jiu to Uncle Jingzhe. From her limited contact, she discovered that Qian Jiu was definitely a genius in swordsmanship, so she broke through the foundation building when she was close to the competition.
She had no confidence that she could win against him.
And she couldn't afford to lose.
Under the ring, someone shouted out loud: "Am I wrong? Senior Brother Qianjiu has also understood the power of the sword?"
"It's the sword power, that's right!"
"Oh my god, how long has he been in the cabinet before he understood the power of the sword on the competition stage!"
Sword power is different from cultivation level. The improvement of cultivation level is the comprehensive effect of spiritual root qualifications, time, elixirs, spirit stones, etc. Sword power depends entirely on talent. If there is no talent, it means that the cultivation level has reached the Nascent Soul stage. , those who have not understood still have not understood.
Most of the monks who understood the power of the sword did it after the foundation building period and during the Qi training period. They were the geniuses among geniuses. Unexpectedly, two of them appeared in Canye Pavilion at once!
Yunli slightly curled her lips. Grandpa Wei had said before that his senior brother was a genius in swordsmanship. He had practiced swordsmanship since he was a child and was faster and better than his brothers!
On the ring, Wen Ming flicked his wrist, and the light blue light within a three-foot radius gradually deepened in color. Finally, his whole body turned into a deep blue, and came out of the blue circle, forming a blue circle around him. The ball flows around him.
Can't wait any longer!
Taking one step forward, the fierce sword force suddenly appeared around Wei Lin. In the midst of lightning and flint, the sword force that had just formed around Wei Lin suddenly changed. With a finger of the long sword, it cut through the air like a solid green leaf, and in an instant it reached Wen Ming's throat. between.
Wen Ming broke out in a cold sweat, subconsciously leaned back, and narrowly avoided Qingye. Wei Lin, who was very good at grasping fighter planes, naturally would not give him a chance to breathe. He raised the air almost as soon as the first wave of Qingye flew out. The sword came forward, and green leaves flew out from the long sword like a rain of arrows.
Mang Zhong was horrified. He was still imitating Ming'er's sword stance before him, but in just a few breaths, he formed his own sword stance!
If this kid were an enemy, he would be in serious trouble!
The battle situation on the stage changed so quickly that for a while, both the people watching under the stage and the people on the high stage could not help but hold their breath and stared at the two fighting men intently.
Wen Ming was forced to retreat steadily. Seeing that he had reached the edge of the ring and had no way to retreat, he stepped heavily on the ring with his left foot and mobilized all his spiritual energy to inject the dark blue broad sword. In an instant, azure blue light shot up into the sky, stabbing People can't open their eyes.
Wei Lin's feet stopped, and all his spiritual power was poured into the long sword in his hand. The dazzling blue light also shot up into the sky. Thousands of green leaves appeared on the sword. He bent his calves, jumped up high, and struck out with a sword. He slashed out, with desperate determination, and the green rain poured down.
At the same time, a basket-colored ball of light rushed out from below and collided with Qingye. The two colors of blue and green light clashed and exploded. For a moment, the sky and the earth seemed to have turned into two colors of green and blue. The strong light caused People can't see clearly what's going on on the stage.
After a stick of incense, the light gradually faded. In the blue light, the young man covered in blood was crumbling, but the sword in his hand was pointing motionlessly at the forehead of the young man who was also a bloody man on the ground.
"Senior Brother Qianjiu!" Someone recognized the standing young man's sword and said in disbelief.
"referee--"
Yunli shouted, and the Foundation Establishment referee woke up from a dream and trembled his lips: "No. 1 wins!"
It's so scary. Such a shocking scene was actually caused by two Qi-training stage disciples. Many battles in the Foundation-building stage are not so powerful, they are all ruthless!
As soon as he finished speaking, Yunli jumped on the stage and supported Wei Lin: "Open your mouth quickly."
As he spoke, a rejuvenation pill was stuffed into it.
She stuffed it so fast that Wei Lin choked to the point of bursting into tears. He finally swallowed it and said angrily: "I am a wounded person, can you be gentle?"
"Sorry, I was in a hurry and couldn't control my strength well."
She reached out and patted Wei Lin's back a few times, apologizing nonchalantly. Her whole body was filled with joy, and she was only one step away from the Shadow Sword.
Catching a glimpse of the people in the audience who were secretly joyful and ashamed, she looked at the two people in the stands who were already half disabled. Oh no, the duck they got is about to fly!
Over there, Wei Lin and Wen Ming seemed unaware and were still chatting.
First, Wei Lin slowly raised his hands and cupped his fists, and said to Wen Ming, "Thank you, senior brother."
Without Wen Ming's sword skills as a reference, he would not have been able to fully understand the sword skills so quickly.
Wen Ming, who was lying on the ground, reluctantly sat up with the help of the monkey-faced boy. He smiled softly when he heard the words. His movements affected his wounds. He coughed violently a few times and said, "Junior brother, you're welcome. Let's discuss it again when we have the chance."
At this moment, there was no arrogance in his body, and he showed a sense of freedom and dedication to the way of the sword.
The second competition started soon. Wen Ming versus Hao Si. Looking at Hao Si who was in full swing on the stage, and Wen Ming who had just recovered a little and was even unsteady on his feet, everyone suddenly realized that what just happened was not The first and second place finals are just the first game of the competition for the top three.
This year's leader is probably the little-known Hao Si, and everyone is disappointed.
Some people couldn't help but sigh: "Haosi, Haoshi, although your name is not very auspicious, your luck is excellent!"
"He is definitely the king of luck this year. He is not running away."
Originally, with Haosi's strength, he could not enter the top three, but because Yue Yi met Wei Lin and lost early, he successfully advanced. Now that Wen Ming and Qianjiu have been seriously injured, he, the leader, has found his way!
Someone retorted: "That's not necessarily the case."
Sure enough, Wen Ming on the stage did not admit defeat directly. After the referee gave the order, he immediately took out a bell-shaped magic weapon, enlarged it and covered himself in it, and then he openly meditated in it to recover!
Everyone's jaws dropped in shock, "He is indeed the great-grandson of Master Mangzhong, and he has a rich net worth. This bell-shaped defensive magic weapon is indeed a top-grade yellow-level weapon!"
Immediately, some people who were envious of Hao Si's good luck stood with their arms folded and gloated: "Let's see how he breaks through now."
(End of chapter)
