boom!
Li Zhao's fist hit the heavy sword, and both of them took several steps back.
"What are you doing? It's boring. It's a waste of my ten points."
"I'm afraid this zero score is not fake. It's incomparable to Qin Wuyi, so I won't read it."
People in the viewing room cursed and left one after another, leaving only some people who were calm and distressed about the ten-point record.
Li Zhao was a little impatient. It was almost half an hour later. Although this person's movements were restricted by the epee and seemed clumsy and slow, she used the epee to stop his fist in time every time. Moreover, he found that her posture with the epee was getting worse and worse. Easily mastered.
Intention, the power of will that reorganizes the spirit child.
According to what Yao Yu said, one should first practice "Yi" and understand the mind through "Yi". But she seemed to have reversed it, touching the threshold of her heart first. Of course, this is also due to the sweeping monk’s Dharma conference.
It is much easier to understand "meaning" from the heart.
She can already sense the mysterious power of will, and then use this power of will to touch the spirit child.
The spirit son is smaller than any vitality and is the basic unit of everything and the basic composition of everything.
She can't change the structure of the heavy sword yet, but she is trying little by little to turn the spirits around the heavy sword into wind to support the heavy sword. This is also a superficial domain.
So, for her, the heavy sword became lighter, but the force it struck would not change.
Li Zhao couldn't bear the sword weighing more than a thousand pounds hitting him, and he couldn't help but hesitate a little when facing the heavy sword that was frequently swung at random.
"What is this stupid thing doing? Beat her. Why are you hiding?"
"I can't see it anymore. If I go down, this battle can be resolved in a moment."
Xiang Mengfei also felt impatient, but when he saw that the people who came down from above were still there, he could only watch patiently.
"Although I have become somewhat proficient in using the sword, it seems that I can only see brute strength now." Guo Zirui was speechless, "But that sword does look heavy."
The female cultivator raised her green and beautiful index finger to her lips, "Shh, it's going to be over soon."
At the right time, Zhan Changfeng swung his sword and knocked Li Zhao away. Bang, he was almost embedded in the wall.
"Let's go out and meet her." The female correction officer was about to leave the viewing room, but when she turned around, she saw Zhan Changfeng standing there, seemingly with no intention of going out.
Others who noticed the problem also stopped and said, "What are you doing? Isn't the competition over?"
"?G, someone went in again."
"Isn't this the same person who just said, 'This battle can be resolved in a moment'?"
At this time, many monks looked at the nameplates with strange expressions, and a few cursed in a low voice.
Guo Zirui shouted: "What are you doing?"
"I thought I was next, and she made an appointment with me at 15:15."
"What, she made an appointment with me at 15:45!"
"I am Shen Shi Qi Qi (16:45)."
"I still have a five-quarter hour (16:15)!"
"I am at the quarter hour (17:15)."
"How many people has she dated?" Xiang Mengfei suspected that there was something wrong with his ears. "Is she sick?"
"What time is it now?" The female cultivator's face turned cold and she slowly shook her fan.
Guo Zirui immediately said, "At the end of the seventh quarter (14:45), she plans to kill someone in two quarters of an hour?! She just fought for half an hour."
The female cultivator curled her lips and said, "The most surprising thing is that these times were agreed upon by her before."
This means that she has to master the rhythm of all battles. Where does she get the confidence?
The people selected by Zhan Changfeng were all people with relatively average performance in the same level. Some were challenged by her herself, and some were invited to fight with her.
This Luo Xingwen is an innate success, with a record of 121 wins, 17 losses, and a record of 15,785 points. Li Zhao has won 110 games, lost 66 games, and has a record of 2,800 points.
The gap between him and Li Zhao can be seen based on the record alone.
"If I say I'll defeat you in a moment, I'll defeat you in a moment!" Luo Xingwen said nothing nonsense and made a hand seal with his hands, "Draw the ground as a prison!"
A circle of light suddenly appeared under Zhan Changfeng's feet, and a circle of characters flew out of the circle, imprisoning her.
Zhan Changfeng was a little surprised. He didn't expect that this person was a real enchantment master.
The barrier uses the power of runes to create a special space that is used to confine, defend or kill. The seal he just pinched was a rune.
"Luo Xingwen is the best at controlling the battlefield. She can't decide when the battle will end once the enemy is out of prison. Oh, Luo Xingwen alone can break her rhythm."
"That's right, she deserves to be slapped in the face for being so arrogant."
Zhan Changfeng was just trapped in the circle of light and was not harmed. She observed the flashing runes and asked, "What else is there."
Luo Xingwen's eyelids twitched, and he stirred up an exciting fighting spirit, "Skynet Binding!"
Chains shot out from the rune aperture and wrapped around her sword and limbs. These chains all had the aura of suppressing and weakening people's strength.
This is no longer fun. Zhan Changfeng did not hesitate to swing his heavy sword and hit one of the symbols, causing the aperture to shatter.
Luo Xingwen couldn't believe it, "The ground is a prison!"
A circle of light came out again, Zhan Changfeng took a step, and swung the heavy sword in his hand again, bang!
Impossible, "Draw the ground as a prison! Zhuluo Xingyao!"
The aperture rose together with the dizzying starlight. Zhan Changfeng turned around and thrust out another sword.
Wow.
In the final analysis, the form of barrier is a formation composed of runes. She can't form a barrier or form a formation, but she can break it if she can't stand it. Qimen Dunjia is the ancestor of numerology and the source of ten thousand formations. If she If you can't even break a formation, then learning is in vain.
The third step, the fourth sword, she was already close to Luo Xingwen!
"boom!"
Luo Xingwen held his chest and slid down the wall. He reluctantly looked up at the mark on the wall and rubbed it. It seemed that he was in the same position as Li Zhao.
"You didn't use your true energy." Luo Xingwen said complicatedly. He actually broke through his three strongest barrier techniques with only four common swords, and hit the weak point of the barrier every time. This can't be an accident.
Zhan Changfeng took a breath while leaning on his sword, "Then I hope you can let me use 30% of my strength next time."
Luo Xingwen choked, and his chest hurt even more, "Thirty percent? Is Fellow Taoist too arrogant?"
Then Luo Xingwen saw Zhan Changfeng thinking seriously, hey, why are you thinking seriously.
"Thirty and a half percent, no more, I don't want to lie to you."
"Pfft~"
People in the viewing room watched helplessly as Luo Xingwen vomited blood. Damn it, this face was slapped so fast. What about your ability to control the field!
The female cultivator frowned, "Seven times that of Luo Xingwen, innate Dzogchen or foundation building?"
"No, Sister Qing, why are you really calculating!" Guo Zirui felt that this scene was a bit crazy, "Luo Xingwen didn't even last for a quarter of an hour, while Li Zhao managed to last for half an hour."
"She is getting more and more comfortable with the sword, but she still can't feel her energy." Xiang Mengfei looked at the person who announced "Shenshijie (15:15)" and said, "You can go."
"But... the time has not come yet." The monk was stared at and ran away quickly.
Xiang Mengfei obviously didn't want Zhan Changfeng to rest. Whether it was to test her or to kill her, no one present stopped him. They were even happy to see this happen.
Over there, Luo Xingwen was defeated and left. As soon as he picked up his nameplate from the square slot, the third monk put his own in.
Luo Xingwen was shocked. For some reason, he didn't just leave. Instead, he entered the viewing room again under the gaze of everyone.
The third monk is a mage. He has a relatively advantage. Zhan Changfeng is not very fast because of his heavy sword. He can hang him remotely.
So...he was defeated because he ran out of energy.
"What does this person do? All those water balloons were thrown at her and nothing happened."
"Is it my imagination? She seems to be waiting for her opponent to use all her tricks. Damn, she's so provocative."
"I seem to see the man's mark on the wall getting a little deeper."
The tip of Zhan Changfeng's sword pointed at the ground, drawing a circle about three meters in diameter, and the sound of mopping the floor resounded in everyone's hearts.
"What does she mean?"
"Why did she stand in the circle? Does that mean she won't leave that circle in the subsequent battles?"
"The next person should go quickly. Damn it, I feel like I've lost my face for no reason. This person is too arrogant."
"The fighting room is 1,000 square meters wide. I suddenly wanted to know how she could attack her opponent if he was standing in the corner."
"What a wretched idea. It's possible for mages, but others will definitely have to fight in close combat."
Luo Xingwen sighed, if she had not stood in this circle before, he would definitely win.
The fourth monk had already entered the fighting room. He looked at the circle and saw it was very complicated. It was a pity that he was a melee fighter.
"Fire Palm!"
"Fire Palm!"
"Fire Palm!"
"boom!"
Zhan Changfeng was speechless, he only knew this trick.
"The mark is getting deeper again, this time it doesn't seem to last even half a moment."
After that, she defeated five people one after another, and the viewing area was very angry, "Who is the tenth, go quickly."
But no one went.
"You won't quit the competition, right? According to the previous rules, the appointment should be at 1:15 (18:15)."
Someone said, "I am at the seventh quarter of Youshi (18:45)."
"It's still two-quarters of an hour before five-quarter, so it shouldn't be there yet."
"Who is the tenth person? Why are you so slow?"
"It's almost five quarters. Either don't wait and go straight to the seven quarters."
The female cultivator suddenly looked at the person who had just claimed to be competing at Youshi Qiji, "Are you an innate master?"
After she said that, everyone realized that the eleventh person was a great achiever, and the first nine were all minor achievers.
"What's the big deal? I'm still at the top! Hehe, I'd better not be so exhausted when it's my turn." A loud shout came from behind.
Everyone was shocked that they would play like this.
"Do you want you to suppress your cultivation and fight her?"
"Exceeding the rank? How many people has she dated?"
"The key is that I haven't seen her use any methods until now. I just saw her beating people with a sword."
"If anyone can force her to use other tricks, I will obey that person."
At this time, the door of the fighting room opened, and a person ran in. Everyone could only hear the young man's energetic apology, "Sorry, sorry, I wasted time by rushing here from the courtyard."
This young man has a body like a pine tree, his hair is shawl, and he wears a red band on his head to protect his forehead. He wears a crescent-moon white military robe with narrow sleeves and brown leather wrist guards. He has starry eyes and sharp eyebrows, and smiles broadly. He is very sunny and flawless.
"I am Gongsun Mang."
