"He is Gongsun Mang," Guo Zirui said. "This man also entered the point general stage this year. He is already an innate success at the age of fifteen. I heard that the basic points are very good. He has played nine games and won very wonderfully." ."
"I know that the tenth son of the new generation of the Gongsun family seems to have a special physique. He is well protected by his family. This time he is willing to let him go."
"Although he has won the first nine games, he still doesn't seem to be able to tell the truth. However, if he reaches the third level, he is destined to join his Cangyu group, otherwise he can be poached."
The female cultivator smiled and said to Yan Yan, "This is interesting. Both of them are in the ninth game, and neither of them can tell the truth. It makes people curious who can win ten consecutive games in the end."
Zhan Changfeng became more serious than before. She had been analyzing who the Gongsun family wanted to transfer her Dragon Armor Divine Medal to. The first thing to look at when choosing the owner of the Dragon Armor Divine Medal was whether the person had the destiny of a reigning emperor. This kind of One of the symbols of a person is to hold power. In the Gongsun family, the most likely candidates are the patriarch Gongsun Zhenglong and the young patriarch Gongsun Luan. But after meeting Gongsun Mang, she felt that this person was also very likely.
"Zhan Changfeng."
"I know, I know. I just saw that your record was zero, and you won nine consecutive victories in the blink of an eye. It's amazing." Gongsun Mang scratched his head and giggled, "Why don't you take a rest? It's quite tiring to compete all the time."
It's surprising that there is such a clear-minded person in the Gongsun family.
Zhan Changfeng made a circle with one hand, and the power of will lingered around him, "Let's get started."
Gongsun Mang felt that something had changed just now, but it seemed that nothing had changed, "Okay, I will try my best!"
His hands and feet were attached with light and shot up, transforming into four shadows and attacking Zhan Changfeng at the same time. Zhan Changfeng's narrow eyes slightly raised, he picked up the heavy sword with one hand and struck at the body. Gongsun Mang's reaction speed was also fast, and he immediately kicked off Put on the heavy sword, spin and jump away.
"Wow, how did you find out?"
"Your combat awareness is very accurate."
"I just have a good intuition, but I have to be serious." Gongsun Mang turned over and landed on the ground, his back slightly arched, as if he was a different person, and his whole body stretched out with terrifying lines full of explosive power, like a beast ready to go. He channeled his power into his five fingers and formed claws to attack him. He thrust his sword at the right moment. He crossed his palms with his true energy attached to his face and pressed against the tip of the sword. A huge strange force came from the sword, causing his finger bones to tremble slightly. In an instant, he was again He slashed horizontally and reversed, knocking him back repeatedly.
Gongsun Mang's arm ached, but he was not afraid at all. His heart became more and more excited. A fierce aura like a tiger or wolf burst out from his body. He fought desperately, blood for blood, injury for injury!
Once again, taking advantage of Zhan Changfeng's instability with his sword, he pulled his claws from her back, causing blood to penetrate her white clothes.
"Fellow Taoist, your sword has not been used smoothly yet."
"It's all right. What else do you want to do?" Zhan Changfeng turned his sword back, tearing the clouds and tearing the silk as it passed by. Although Gongsun Mang avoided it in time, a little finger was cut off from his right hand. The other fingers, including the palm, had already passed by. A quarter of an hour's fighting was full of blood, especially bones!
Zhan Changfeng blows up on the body, and his moves gradually become like a god, with a heavy and sharp edge.
She noticed that Gongsun Mang's wound was healing on its own, a little slowly, but it was indeed healing on its own.
"Ruyi King Kong!" Gongsun Mang's whole body glowed with light, and he held his hands against the slashing blade.
"Oh my god, I actually picked up the sword with my bare hands."
"What a powerful defense."
"Of course, Amang's Ruyi King Kong may not even be able to break through the foundation!" Several people entered the viewing room. The leader was a handsome young man, followed by two teenagers.
Those two young men were Gongsun Mang's partners, Qi Liuhuo and Jiang Xuetao, and it was Qi Liuhuo who had just spoken.
But the people present were paying attention to that young man.
"It's Gongsun Luan, one of the Seven Sons of the Warring States Period, the leader of the Cangyu Regiment!"
The Seven Sons of the Warring States Period refers to the seven most powerful people on the combat power list. These seven people also occupy the top seven unwavering ones all year round.
Why he came here was probably not just to watch his brother compete.
There was an undercurrent in the viewing room, and all kinds of news flew out.
If Gongsun Mang is crazy in fighting blood for blood, then Zhan Changfeng is invincible. The smell of rust lingers on the tip of his nose, and the wind and waves rise sharply.
Still the same person, still holding the sword.
With his robes fluttering, the person who was as calm and calm as a romantic from the end of the world yesterday has gone away. What is gradually rising is the madman who ends war with war and fights violence with violence.
When her sword brings her madness, you have to face the terrifying will that crushes the soul. Zhan Changfeng smiled coldly, so it doesn't matter if she wears a turtle shell, her attacks are never around.
Each of her swords was packed with powerful power, perfect precision, and indestructible. Gongsun Mang went from resisting to dodging, and his whole body was under this pressure, as if he had been crushed thousands of times. He was unable to react and struck with his sword horizontally. Then, I felt a pain in my waist and abdomen, and I flew backwards and hit the ground. At that moment, my bones completely fell apart.
Gongsun Mang's crazy determination was disintegrating. What he was afraid of was not the sword, but the person holding the sword. Her madness overwhelmed his madness, making his whole soul scream to stay away, as if he was vulnerable.
Qi Liuhuo shouted, "What's going on? Aman, stand up quickly!"
"Sister Qing, I don't seem to understand why. Isn't Gongsun Mang sure of victory? Why was he knocked away by such ordinary swords?" Guo Zirui asked.
The female cultivator covered her lips in surprise. Why did she feel that Gongsun Mang was afraid? Her eyes passed over a figure in the crowd, and then looked at Gongsun Luan. She wondered if they saw anything.
"Is there anything special when you fought her?" Xiang Mengfei grabbed a monk who had fought with Zhan Changfeng.
"No, it just relies on that heavy sword and brute force."
Another said, "I just think she finds loopholes very quickly, and there's nothing else."
Could it be that in this tenth game, she finally used other methods?
Unable to notice it.
Gongsun Luan's expression remained unchanged, as if he didn't care that the man about to be defeated was his younger brother, he just kept looking at the field.
Gongsun Mang took a few breaths, got up from the ground, his eyes gradually became firm, and he grabbed a spiritual knife in his hand. He would not back down!
Objectively speaking, this person has a good nature. Zhan Changfeng held the hilt of the sword with both hands and held the sword upright in front of his chest. Unfortunately, no matter how good it was, it was only the first whetstone.
Gongsun Mang shouted and stepped forward with his sword!
When swords collide, this is no longer a competition of strength and skill, but the infiltration and collapse of unilateral will.
Gongsun Mang followed martial arts, which did not temper his spiritual consciousness. He was most afraid of soul attacks. All kinds of invisible attacks from inner demons could only be resisted with an unwavering martial heart.
However, every sword strike of Zhan Changfeng carried the power of her will, which made Gongsun Mang feel that his thoughts and state of mind were impacted.
"boom!"
Gongsun Mang was whipped away again.
"I admit defeat." Gongsun Mang gritted his teeth and stood up. He was not stupid. If he continued to fight, it would not do him any good, but would only hurt his nerves.
"The time has come, next one." Zhan Changfeng inserted the epee into the ground, pinched his neck, and thought about how to correct the sword move that was taking shape.
With her respect for the will of life and Taoism, she would not normally use a method that breaks down a person's mentality as a means of attack.
But if Xinjue Yiyi wants to attack people, he can only attack with his heart. It's not just about attacking, you can also cross people.
Is it possible that she is required to learn from Buddhism in order to save people?
Or should we just stop here and just use the power of will as a medium to build the Virtual God Realm.
Gongsun Mang felt that she was merciful and held no grudges in his heart, and quickly returned to his bright self, "Wow, you still want to compete, come on!"
