For the vast majority of the audience in the stands, there was originally little interest in the martial arts competition in the Qi-nourishing realm.
Firstly, there are few "star players" among them, and secondly, from a simple perspective, the Qi-nourishing realm is the lowest realm for practitioners and is not intuitively very strong.
But at this moment, when Luo Ning drew his sword, they realized the error of their inherent impression.
As a genius of the five major sects, although he only nourishes his energy, the actual combat power he can unleash is definitely higher than the "parallel Pojiu" in the world.
On the ring, Ji Ping'an faced the sword directly, with no trace of panic on his face. He tapped his toes, and his figure gently floated backwards like a fallen leaf, avoiding the trajectory of the sword energy.
Lift your right hand and tap your fingers forward slightly.
His lips whispered: "Go!"
Nearly two meters tall, with a brown-green base and reddish branches at the ends, the [Wood Demon Puppet] raised its head, grinned its mouth, and let out a silent scream. Its waist sank and its knees bent.
"Peng!"
Two huge sole marks were dented in the soil under his feet. The puppet's body turned sideways, pulling out an afterimage and running towards the Huaiyuan swordsman.
Luo Ning was not surprised. He flipped his wrist, and the sword energy that slashed suddenly struck horizontally, sealing and slashing like a puppet.
The vertical slash just now was actually a feint, and the horizontal slash was the real sword!
But as if the opponent had expected it, while running wildly, sharp "roots" suddenly extended from his feet and pierced into the ground.
As the earth and rocks flew, half of the body sank into the ground. The sword energy scraped against its head and sliced green leaves flying.
In the distance, Ji Ping'an floated out of the core of the battlefield in the blink of an eye. He raised his hands and hung them on his chest, with his palms facing down, and played gently with his ten fingers with clear joints.
Strands of green and white spirit essence hang down from the fingers into threads, and the ends of the threads disappear into the air, as if controlling an invisible puppet.
At this moment, he lightly picked it with his ring finger.
"boom!"
A circle of earth waves exploded around the wood demon puppet, and its body jumped up nimbly. At the same time, a sword energy rose from the earth pit under his feet.
Dangerous and dangerous, it passed by the puppet's lower back.
"Huh?" Luo Ning was surprised, never expecting that his secret attack on Chen Cang failed.
Seeing the puppet running wildly in front of him, the wood demon twisted its waist like a millstone and pulled back its right arm suddenly. The entangled branches were like thick blood vessels, full of explosive power.
Luo Ning drew his sword to block.
The next second, the Wood Demon Puppet punched out, but was blocked by the wide sword blade.
However, the expected impact did not come. Luo Ning's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was shocked to find that the opponent's punch was far less powerful than expected.
The fist is not "smashed", but more like "attached" to the sword.
Then, Ji Ping'an in the distance lightly hooked the middle finger of his left hand, and the Lingsu silk thread hanging from his fingertip tightened.
The body of the Wood Demon Puppet shrank, with its fist as the center, and vines stretched out. It wrapped around the broad sword blade while breathing, and pulled it back.
Luo Ning was horrified and clenched the hilt of the sword. The two sides fell into a "tug of war". The sharp blade rubbed against the vines, making a "squeaking" sound and shaking off a bunch of sparks.
It was actually a momentum of seizing the sword.
"puff."
Seeing this scene, Zhao Yuanyang, who was eagerly watching the show on the ring, laughed out loud. Luan Yu, who was always cold and arrogant next to him, also raised the corners of his mouth, finding it really interesting.
In the seats in Huaiyuan, a group of scholars looked unhappy and felt that they had lost their grace.
Ji Ping'an stood leisurely in the distance, like a puppet artist in the market.
It's really indecent for a fellow sect member to fight for weapons with a wooden stake.
…
In the arena.
Luo Ning struggled with it for a while, but found out: This wooden stake is quite strong...
However, "Jin Kemu"'s words were not false. He exhaled, and the sword suddenly erupted with bright sword light. The sharp aura filled the air, and the green vines broke inch by inch.
Under the influence of inertia, the wood demon puppet stumbled backwards, its footing unsteady.
"Look at the sword!" Luo Ning's eyes lit up, his knees bent, his center of gravity sank, and he held the sword in both hands and slashed horizontally again.
This time, the distance was too close, and it was difficult for the puppet to dodge. The sword blade cut the puppet in half with a "chi" sound!
Above the waist, throw it high into the air, below the waist, fly back with both legs.
Kankan "caught" the fallen upper body a few feet away. Green roots grew out of the fracture, entangled with each other, and stitched the puppet back together.
However, it was not without cost. The light green starlight lingering around it was obviously dimmed.
Ji Ping'an in the distance seemed to be "angry", and with a sudden push, the wood demon puppet raised its head and screamed, and its arms grew wildly.
As if Luffy had eaten a rubber fruit, his fist expanded several times and hit Luoning.
The scholar from Huaiyuan was not surprised but delighted. He did not resist forcefully. Instead, he followed the sword and used his body skills to dodge:
"Oh, you're not the only one who knows Shenfa."
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The puppet's fists missed one after another, causing the earth and rocks to fly. Seeing that it had no effect, he suddenly dug his hands into the soil, extended his roots downward, and then pulled hard.
Pulling the body over with a "woo" sound.
During the process, the arms turned into legs, the legs turned into arms, the head collapsed into the abdomen, and grew out of the crotch.
The whole puppet completed the "head-to-tail shift" in mid-air. This scene made many female relatives on the stage scream. Obviously, this part of the nightmare will be indispensable in the coming days.
Luo Ning was also startled. He saw the puppet approaching and raised his broad sword to block again.
The fists and swords collided for the second time.
"boom!"
This time the puppet used all its strength, and Luo Ning felt a huge force coming, as if he was hit by a locomotive.
The black hair flew back, and the sword blade was obviously bent inwards.
The whole person was knocked backwards for more than ten feet. His feet "ploughed" two deep grooves on the ground, his boots were rolled up, and his needlework was broken.
"So strong!"
In the stands, many martial arts warriors were speechless, thinking to themselves that if they took this punch, they would probably vomit blood.
They were also in the Qi-nurturing realm, but the two people in the scene gave them the feeling that they were Pojiu monks.
"These are the disciples of the great sect. If they were to face the unorthodox disciples of the same level, they would be crushed." The master of the Duandao Sect said with emotion.
Behind him, the leopard-like daughter asked curiously:
"Didn't you say that Ji Ping'an is very weak? How come he looks like he's going to win?"
The veiled Tingxue building owner suddenly spoke and said:
"Luo Ning is the one who wants to win. Huaiyuan Swordsman is good at killing, but since he came on the field, he has mostly been defensive. This is consciously delaying time. Although the Wood Star Officer is good at long-term battles, he still has to fight for a long time. Subject to availability.
"After all, the period of Ping'an's practice this season is too short, and the accumulation will not be very strong. The power of this technique is so extraordinary, and it must consume the spiritual essence very quickly. Luo Ning only needs to hold on to himself, and wait for it to gain momentum and then weaken. Fight back.”
The warriors around suddenly realized.
Turning around to look at the seats of the major sects, I found that there was some commotion in the Qintian Prison, but Huaiyuan was calm and composed.
After this fierce attack, the starlight on the wood demon puppet became increasingly dim.
In the arena. Luo Ning felt his numb arms. He was surprised at the subtlety of the opponent's spells and his ability to capture the fighting opportunities, but at the same time he was relieved.
Before taking the stage, he was worried about what cards Ji Ping'an had hidden, but now it seems that this should be the opponent's full strength.
Seeing that the puppet did not continue to attack, he raised a smile on his lips.
He glanced at Ji Ping'an, who was far away from the core of the battle, and said:
"No energy left? Then it's time for me to fight back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Ning took a deep breath, and two streams of fresh air suddenly came out of his eyes, and the awe-inspiring righteousness circulated throughout his body.
A wisp of light cyan illusory flame flows along the hilt of the sword.
Like liquid, it dripped to the ground, blooming into a scorch mark.
"Qiang!"
Amidst the sound of the sword, the hem of Luo Ning's robe was lifted up, his burly body rushed forward, he reached the puppet, and slashed it with his sword.
"呲呲呲......"
The wood demon puppet raised its arms to block, sparks flying everywhere.
But immediately, the illusory sword fire spread over and began to burn his arms.
Ji Ping'an hooked his little finger, and the two ignited arms broke at the roots and fell to the ground, turning into charcoal.
Luo Ning said loudly:
"Metal defeats wood, and fire defeats wood. You won't lose unfairly."
As he spoke, the swordsman raised his sword and slashed continuously, beating the puppet back steadily. The sword fire kept igniting on his body and was extinguished again.
The branches flew horizontally, the leaves fluttered, and the red flowers lost their moisture due to the burning, slowly falling, and were stepped on by Luo Ning.
The situation was reversed so quickly that there was an uproar in the stands.
Most of the audience lacked eyesight and did not know the details. They were only surprised that they had the upper hand just now and how the attack and defense reversed in the blink of an eye.
That season's peace was in jeopardy.
The strong men of the major sects were not surprised, they had even expected it:
"Ji Ping'an is indeed powerful, but he suffers from the fact that his spiritual energy accumulation is not deep enough and he is restrained."
"Luo Ning is also stronger than the rumors. He is only one step away from breaking the Nine Fears. His swordsmanship is quite solid and he has a promising future."
"Without the trump card, Ji Ping'an might be in trouble. Without his puppet, the weak Xingguan is no match for the swordsman."
In the direction of Qin Tianjian, many star officials also had worried looks on their faces.
Only Luo Huaizhu and several supervisors were still staring at the ring.
Past experience tells them that with Ji Ping'an's level of devastation, there must be another way forward.
"It's flashy and a waste of my fruit." Zhao Yuanji crossed his arms and commented coldly and arrogantly.
Zhao Yuanyang held the wooden fence with both hands. Hearing the words, he turned around and stared at his brother with an expressionless face. Zhao Yuanji felt uncomfortable in his heart.
…
In the arena.
With Luo Ning's counterattack, the body of the wood demon puppet was almost torn apart.
The two-meter-tall body shrank to just over one meter, and the ground was covered with burning branches, flowers, and leaves. It looked quite miserable.
Ji Pingan was still standing in the distance, carefully controlling the puppet with ten fingers.
"clang!"
Luo Ning struck again with a jumping chop, knocking the puppet away.
The young scholar was quite happy, feeling that he had a chance to win, and shouted to Ji Ping'an:
"You are almost out of spirit essence, so give up. The fruit you threw looks familiar, and it should be a good thing. If you stop in time, you can still have some left, otherwise it will burn dry later."
Ji Ping'an smiled and said his first words after the war started:
"Since you think it looks familiar, you haven't thought of what it is?"
What is it?
Luo Ning was startled, looking at the other party's smile, and suddenly felt a strong uneasiness in his heart.
Subconsciously searching for memories in his mind, Ji Ping'an threw the fruit too quickly and he didn't see it clearly.
"It's the Fire Phoenix Fruit." Ji Pingan reminded him:
"It is said that the fruit grown from a small tree where the fire phoenix lived has the effect of healing. Although it is of the wood genus, it is also of the fire genus and is not afraid of strong fire."
Luo Ning was startled, and saw the puppet that had been knocked away not far away. The puppet that had fallen on the ground slowly stood up, and the branches scattered on the ground gathered towards it.
Between breaths, the pieces were pieced together and stitched back to their original state.
The black scars all over the puppet's body fell off, revealing a red skin.
He stretched his wrists in front of him with both hands, and twisted his neck humanely from side to side.
There were exclamations in the stands, and their attention was attracted by this unexpected scene.
Luo Ning's pupils shrank suddenly and he subconsciously raised his sword to defend himself.
He is not afraid of this puppet, and he is confident that he can dismantle it even without the help of sword fire.
But the key point is that this puppet is not afraid of fire, so why did he show weakness just now?
Consume his spiritual energy?
wrong.
In this case, Ji Ping'an will consume more, which is meaningless.
Unless the other party has other motives for doing this, what exactly went wrong? He couldn't understand.
"Haven't you thought about it?" Ji Ping'an's voice floated over at the right time and said:
"Can I remind you, do you remember those flowers that you broke and crushed? Do you remember how much pollen you sucked into your stomach? It seems that your teacher did not remind you that before fighting with the Wood System Star Officer, it is best to The food in your belly is completely digested.”
pollen? !
Luo Ning looked up in astonishment, and then saw Ji Ping'an sighing softly, and gently picked out the ten fingers hanging in front of him, two of which had never been used.
The thread flowing under the fingertips suddenly tightened!
"puff!"
Luo Ning spat out a mouthful of blood and staggered.
On his back and chest, several holes exploded in the Confucian robe, and his flesh and blood burst open.
Red flowers grew out of his body, swaying in the wind, so beautiful.
There are also flowers and plants protruding from the nose and throat, constantly absorbing the spiritual essence flowing in his meridians.
The wood demon puppet in front rushed forward and threw out a fist. Luo Ning leaned back and fell straight down. The long sword in his hand drew a parabola and plunged into the ground with a "pop".
The hilt of the sword vibrated.
The golden-armored guard beside the ring shouted like a bell:
"Qin Tianjian, Ji Ping'an wins!"
As soon as the words fell, the flowers on Luo Ning withered and shattered into powder.
The starlight covering the body of the two-meter-tall [Wood Demon Puppet] collapsed and turned into a round, fiery red fruit that flew into Ji Ping'an's hands.
Inside the venue.
One was lying on the ground gasping for breath, and the other, except for the moment when he jumped out of the battle circle before the start, never even took a step from beginning to end.
The clothes are spotless and the judgment is clear.
In the stands.
Because the situation changed so fast, people didn't react for a while. It wasn't until the golden-armored guard announced that the slightly quiet seat suddenly became lively.
The noise was overwhelming, and for a while, no one paid attention to the other competitions in the arena.
The entry of the young monk who has become famous recently, the magical magical means, the fierce duel, and the seemingly desperate comeback, but in fact he was suppressed by calculated tactics from the beginning to the end.
All of this is enough to make the spectators on the stage feel excited and excited.
Probably, this is the charm of the competition. The smooth process cannot affect people's emotions. It can only be said that someone understands the effect of the show.
Coupled with the blessing of the "local" victory, continuous cheers broke out in the stands.
…
ps: There will be more at night
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