"Fu Yunfeng wins."
Shen Xiujin won consecutive battles with his talisman skills and the rather exquisite Little Lei Ru Formation, and was finally defeated. After Jiang Han announced that his opponent had won, he looked at Shen Xiujin and said with appreciation: "Fellow Daoist, he has won four battles in a row. ,
Very good, this thunder energy is a reward, I think it can help you improve your cultivation. "
With a finger, thunder light flashed, and a bolt of thunder energy fell into Shen Xiujin's body. Just after he tried his best to defeat the battle, Shen Xiujin, who was pale, suddenly turned rosy, and there were faint flashes of thunder and lightning on his skin and pores. Even the hair was slightly curled by the electricity, and suddenly the energy was not only filled, but even overflowing.
"Thank you, senior, for the reward." Shen Xiujin thanked Jiang Han respectfully, then jumped down from the fighting platform, and the fighting started again.
Seeing that Shen Xiujin had received so many benefits, many people could no longer restrain their eagerness and stood up to go on stage.
"Ah~" Suddenly a long yawn sounded, and everyone was stunned. Following the sound, they saw on the table in the front row of the hall, a young Taoist priest in a bright red robe, with one hand on his face, looking bored. He said lazily: "This farce is too boring. Hey, Chang Chi, go ahead and deal with that person quickly and show off."
As he spoke, he suddenly made a move towards the disciples who were accompanying him, and one of them came out: "Yes, I respect the decree of my uncle."
"Senior Qi." Fu Yunfeng, who had just defeated Shen Xiujin, suddenly said: "This junior has tried his best to defeat fellow Daoist Shen by chance, but he is already beyond his capabilities and is willing to step down."
"Oh?" Jiang Han glanced at him and said, "Okay, although fellow Taoist voluntarily stepped down, he still won a victory. I will reward you with this magical weapon." In a snap of his fingers, a magical weapon Then it fell into Fu Yunfeng's hands. Fu Yunfeng's face flashed with joy, he hurriedly thanked him and walked off the stage.
"Hahahaha, very good, Fu Yunfeng, you are a wise man." The red-robed Taoist priest was Yang Lian, the true disciple of the Tianhuo Sect. Hearing that Fu Yunfeng voluntarily stepped down, he clapped his hands and laughed: "Okay! Now the good show will finally be official. Start, Chang Chi, you come on stage!"
Suddenly he stood up, pointed at Xu Zhuang and said: "Hey, who is that from the Tai Su Sect? Today's battle will be started by my Tianhuo Sect and your Tai Su Sect, how about it?"
Xu Zhuang remained calm about the sudden provocation and said calmly: "Yang Lian, no Taoist monks are allowed to participate in this small battle. It is not a place for you to fool around. But it's not good for you to provoke me." Let outsiders think that I, Tai Suzong, are afraid of you, the Heavenly Fire Sect."
As soon as he finished speaking, someone behind him took a step forward and said loudly: "Uncle Xu, my disciple Li Changfeng is willing to fight."
Everyone in your highness watched this drama with great interest. They never expected that the scene would suddenly become so tense. Even the three sects and six sects, as well as the true disciples of Xuanmen, also looked amused.
"Okay." Jiang Han glanced at both parties and seemed to be interested, "In that case, please come on stage."
There was no delay between the two parties. At that moment, Chang Chi and Li Changfeng flew onto the stage and stood still.
As his name suggests, Chang Chi has red hair and beard, with faint flames pulsing in his eyes, and a vaguely domineering and hot aura around his body. His expression and tone are steady, and he cupped his hands: "Chang Chi of the Heavenly Fire Sect."
Li Changfeng had a youthful appearance, youthful spirit, and was eager to try. As soon as he landed, he stretched out his hand and released a green flying sword. Then he announced his name: "Taishu Zong, Li Changfeng!"
"start."
I saw two people burst into flames at the same time. Chang Chi raised his hands, and saw the fierce flames, as if his spiritual power was endless, and it was launched at will. In a blink of an eye, it would completely cover the entire fighting stage, turning it into a huge fire field, and at the same time, the light from his body burst out. , several magic weapons flew out at the same time, and they all hit Li Changfeng.
Li Changfeng swung his body, and his body and the flying sword merged, turning into a blue sword light, flying into the air. He was about to behead the enemy, but he saw Chang Chi suddenly erupting, with flames rolling, and five or six magical weapons. They struck at the same time, and with a flash of sword light, they swam and dodge like a fish.
"Sky Fire Benefiting Spirit Pill." The moment the fight started, Xu Zhuang's eyes were already on Chang Chi. As if through perspective, through the skin, flesh, bone and blood, a pill that was frantically releasing medicinal power, spiritual power, and fire power appeared. "It turns out this is the method. No wonder the breath is so unstable."
At the same time, Jiang Han frowned, already aware that this Tianhuo Yiling Pill was actually a powerful and overbearing elixir secretly taught by the Tianhuo Sect, but it was not suitable for use by Daoji realm monks. Chang Chi swallowed it This elixir, if over-replenished and overflowed, would harm his body, but it also allowed him to use spiritual power, spells, and magical weapons at will.
In this way, it seemed that unconventional methods were used, but the Xuanmen disciple swallowed the elixir and seemed to be unable to find any fault. Jiang Han's mind changed rapidly and he did not stop the fight.
But in the air, a green sword light flew up and down, rushing left and right. Under the constant bombardment of Chang Chi's spells and magical weapons, he had no choice but to dodge, without any chance of counterattack.
"Why does this person seem to be exhausted? How can he use magic weapons like this without any signs of fatigue?"
Li Changfeng felt deeply that something was wrong, and tried his best to activate the sword light to fly away. However, due to his own weak magic power and the average quality of the flying sword, he still could not get rid of the opponent's attack.
He thought in his mind that two days ago, after Uncle Xu and Taixuan, the true disciple of Shangxuanzong decided to fight, he immediately petitioned to fight. He practiced swordsmanship diligently in the past two days, and now that he was in such a difficult situation as soon as he came on stage, how could he have the face to meet his fellow disciples? , to face Master Xu?
At that moment, he gritted his teeth again and activated his flying sword crazily. While dodging the attack, he rushed towards Chang Chi with all his strength.
It's just that although Chang Chi's offensive is fierce, he is actually calm and steady. Although he relies on the magic elixir, he is by no means a mindless attack. He uses spells and magic weapons, and is quite well-organized, and his attacks are wave after wave. The waves continued to connect, never giving the opponent any chance to get closer. For a while, Li Changfeng's situation became more critical.
In such a scene, in the eyes of onlookers, it seems that the outcome is very clear. Those who do not know the inside story are still a lot of surprises. Only the disciples of the Tianhuo Sect are so skilled in cultivation that they actually overwhelm the disciples of the Taisu Sect. For a moment, they are There was a lot of discussion.
Even the disciples behind Xu Zhuang could not help but worry and whisper.
"Junior brother Li looks so passive."
"Then what method does Chang Chi practice? Why can't he seem to use up his spiritual power?"
Yang Lian was in a good mood when he heard the commotion in the palace. He couldn't help turning his head and said to Xu Zhuang: "Xuzhuang, it seems that the descendants of Taisu Zong are not very successful. How about I send a message to Chang Chi to ask him to give it to me?" Your Majesty, please save some face."
"Yang Lian, don't think that you are sure of victory, otherwise you will lose face for yourself." Old God Xu Zhuang replied, then said nothing and only looked at Taichung.
Although Chang Chi relied on the magic elixir, he did not hesitate to use his strength and attack continuously. If he squandered his spiritual power in one breath and used countless spells and magical weapons at the same time, it would be difficult to resist Li Changfeng's cultivation level.
But there are two sides to the matter. After all, it takes time to transform the power of the elixir into spiritual energy. Chang Chi's calm and steady character also means that he lacks decisiveness.
He didn't want to take the risk of giving the opponent a chance to respite and counterattack after an all-out attack, so he concentrated on arranging spells and magic weapons to suppress Li Changfeng with a continuous offensive. This was also Li Changfeng's only chance to break the game. It was just whether Li Changfeng could think of Xu Zhuang. It’s also hard to say.
At this time, Li Changfeng was already showing signs of fatigue. His dodges were extremely dangerous, and his flying sword was teetering on the edge. Seeing the opportunity, Chang Chi stepped up his offensive. Li Changfeng was overwhelmed by all the means like a sudden storm, and he couldn't breathe.
Li Changfeng tried his best to support him, but at the same time he felt desperate: "If I have a good flying sword, or the legendary sword ball that works well, with my sword skills, I can get rid of his attack in an instant, and force him to fight at close range. It won’t be so embarrassing.”
It's a pity that no matter how I imagine, I can't improve my flying sword out of thin air. Even if my swordsmanship is unpredictable, it is useless.
Thinking of this, suddenly a flash of inspiration seemed to come to him, but it was hazy. Li Changfeng seemed to feel that he had grasped a glimmer of hope, but racking his brains, he couldn't figure out why his heart was throbbing. It was just that he really didn't want to give up and chewed it over and over again. Follow your own thoughts.
"No matter how unpredictable it is, it's useless... no matter how unpredictable it is..."
"Your swordsmanship is pretty good, you are unpredictable and you can do it with ease." Suddenly a voice suddenly sounded in Li Changfeng's mind. Li Changfeng seemed to see light in the darkness, his mind was refreshed, and a memory came to his mind.
"But in the final analysis, swordsmanship is the art of killing enemies. Change is the form of swordsmanship, but it is not the essence of swordsmanship. Your swordsmanship is versatile, but it has lost its sharpness."
"There is a profound realm in "Tai Su's Intangible Sword Qi", which is called 'Ultimate Quality'. It talks about the ultimate quality and the most powerful killing power. Cultivating the ultimate quality and sword Qi Invincible, cutting mountains and rivers, omnipotent... Do you understand?"
Swordsmanship, the art of killing enemies, is the ultimate in quality and invincible. I understand that, as Uncle Xu said, I still have not gotten rid of the form of swordsmanship and have not touched the essence of swordsmanship.
As soon as he understood this truth, Li Changfeng felt a sense of determination in his heart. His sword power suddenly changed, as if he could no longer control it and couldn't dodge. He swung his body and rushed towards Chang Chi.
"Huh? Have you finally reached the end of the crossbow?" Seeing that Li Changfeng no longer dodges, Chang Chi immediately gathered his energy and energy to hit the magic weapon head-on, hoping to win the game in one fell swoop.
"Well done!" Li Changfeng shouted, and suddenly restrained his sword light. He was in front of the sword, and he used all his spiritual energy to hold up his cassock for protection, condensing a thin shield of light. The two were about to explode and collided in the air. , exploded violently.
"Is it over?" Chang Chi didn't expect that Li Changfeng would suddenly face all his attacks. He was still a little unable to react. Suddenly, the hair on his body stood up, and he saw the fireworks exploded violently, and a green sword light flew out quickly. Slashed towards him.
"Impossible...? How could he cut through my spell and still have some power left?"
Such thoughts flashed through Chang Chi's mind. The flying sword was already about to cut off his head. The red light on his robe flashed, but he couldn't hold on for a breath and burst. The flying sword was about to cut off his head.
