The elder Chuan Gong gave an order, and Tao Yuanqing and Zhao Lin heard the sound and moved at the same time.
Tao Yuanqing flew back, opened his hand and used a spell: Divine Movement!
Yun Jingda, who was watching the battle, grinned when he saw this, thinking to himself, isn't this the same tactic I used the day before yesterday?
This start... I'm afraid it's a bad start!
Zhao Lin spread out his body, strode like lightning, and held a magic formula in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, he jumped seven or eight feet, quickly closing the distance between the two.
"Ice Blade Technique!"
As soon as the spell took shape, Zhao Lin waved his hand and struck out an ice blade.
Silver light flowed straight to Tao Yuanqing's chest!
"How come it's so fast?"
Pang Zhangyuan's heart skipped a beat. Tao Yuanqing's skill in the magic movement was at a minor level. He could complete the spell within half a breath. Zhao Lin took the same amount of time, which meant that his skill with the ice blade was also at a minor level.
How can this be?
Didn’t this martial artist just join the sect for a year?
Compared with the skilled level, the skill of the beginner-level skater not only doubles the casting speed, but also can control the skates with spiritual consciousness.
It would be okay if Zhao Lin only mastered the former, but it would be troublesome if he had both!
The two elders Zhou Hongfang and Nie Wu were also startled. They knew that Zhao Lin was proficient in ice knife skills. Could it be that he had made a breakthrough in the past two days?
Only the Foundation Establishment Realm monks and a few experienced Qi Refining Realm monks noticed this detail. The ordinary disciples only felt that the speed of Zhao Lin's spells seemed to be a little faster than expected.
Tao Yuanqing had the power of divine movement and nimbly dodged the ice blade, then turned around and ran towards the side of the field.
The shape of his hand changed rapidly, preparing to use the vine whip technique to prevent Zhao Lin from approaching.
Although he has never fought against martial arts cultivators, it is basic common sense not to let martial cultivators get close. Zhao Lin has already released a spell, and it is impossible for another spell to be released in a short time.
Just as he was thinking about it, Tao Yuanqing suddenly became alert, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a silver light appearing out of sight, quickly shooting towards his right side.
The skate went around in a circle and came back again!
"Basic level ice blade technique!"
"Oh, my martial arts master knows magic, how can I block this?"
The disciples on the sidelines saw clearly and exclaimed in surprise.
Tao Yuanqing turned sideways fiercely, and the ice knife flew past his waist, but his steps were also messed up, and his spells also stagnated.
The next competition was almost a replica of the battle between Zhao Lin and Yun Jingda the day before.
Zhao Lin got close quickly, and Tao Yuanqing had no time to cast his second attack spell, so he could only buy time with defensive spells.
But Zhao Lin's fist was extremely hard. He blasted away the defense in two or three blows and directly hit a Sky Frost Fist.
The cold smoke condenses into pillars, the energy turns into frost, and the power of the fist is like substance.
Protected by the Wood and Earth Formation, Zhao Lin did not hold back and punched out with twenty years of martial arts skills.
Tao Yuanqing felt cold all over his body, felt dizzy, and his body was dragged out by a strong force.
The scene in front of him changed, and when he came back to his senses, the person was already outside the venue, and beside him was the goat that was used to test the magic circle just now.
"Junior Brother Zhao has profound martial arts and superb spells. I admire him."
Tao Yuanqing's face turned blue and white for a while, and he secretly regretted it.
If I had known this, it would be better to just attack directly. Regardless of victory or defeat, I would at least be able to hold on for a while longer.
"Concession."
Zhao Lin cupped his hands in response and walked to the sidelines to rest.
The disciples watching the battle sighed. They didn't expect the competition to end so quickly. The whole process lasted less than ten breaths. Tao Yuanqing didn't even cast a decent spell before Zhao Linsheng penetrated the defense.
Yun Jingda felt a little better. It seemed that he had not lost unjustly. Now that he thought about it, unless he cultivated a proficiency-level spell, he would not be able to defeat Zhao Lin with any tactics.
In the second game, Fang Qinglu from Juyanzhou faced Wang Jing from Xiniuzhou.
Wang Jing looked calm and took out a judge's pen from his lock bag and held it in his palm.
The Judge's Pen is slightly larger than the common brushes, as long as a stick, as thick as a thumb, and as black as ink, with a cold light shining on the tip.
It was the first time that Zhao Lin saw someone using a magic weapon, so he couldn't help but take a second look.
Controlling magic weapons has certain requirements for spiritual consciousness, spiritual power, and magical attainments. The cultivation level must reach at least the middle stage of Qi refining, and the spell cultivation must reach the minor level.
If there is insufficient spiritual consciousness and spiritual power, the magic weapon cannot be used. Without spells to control it, the magic weapon will not be able to exert its power.
There are three key elements in fighting: mana, spells, and magic weapons.
If we use martial arts as a metaphor, mana is equivalent to strength, and spells are equivalent to moves.
The magic weapon is equivalent to a weapon.
Mana and spells are indispensable, but magic weapons are not a must.
A monk with high fighting skills is just as powerful without a magic weapon, but a good magic weapon can increase the lethality.
Magic weapons will increase the consumption of spiritual consciousness and mana. For many disciples who have only been practicing Taoism for a few years, magic weapons will limit their performance.
Wang Jing dares to use a magic weapon in a fight, which shows that he is already proficient in using it and is good at it.
Fang Qinglu is a sword cultivator, and the flying sword is also a magic weapon.
Two disciples holding magic weapons faced each other, and everyone watching the battle couldn't help but widen their eyes. They must know that the battle of magic weapons is more dangerous than magic. They are often evenly matched one moment, and the winner is determined the next moment.
"start!"
The voice of the elder Chuan Gong fell.
Fang Qinglu made a sword move, pointed forward a little, and shot out a flying sword from his sleeve.
Wang Jing raised his eyebrows and saw the flying sword coming through the air. He knew that the speed was definitely not faster than that of the sword cultivator, so he used a spiritual energy shield to cover himself.
Aura shields are not as effective as defensive spells, but they save more time.
At the same time, he threw out the Judge's Pen and flew straight towards Fang Qinglu using his spiritual sword skills.
Sword cultivators are good at attacking, so don't blindly defend against them. The king's cultivation level is at the fifth level of Qi refining. When using the aura shield, there is still excess mana to use the magic weapon.
The speed of the flying sword was astonishing. As soon as the judge's pen flew less than ten feet, the former had already struck the aura shield with one sword.
laugh!
The spiritual energy shield trembled for a while, and the spiritual energy spread to both sides like water waves.
Wang Jing gritted his teeth, gathered his spiritual power to repair the aura shield, and continued to control the judge pen to hit Fang Qinglu.
Fang Qinglu still stood there, instructing the flying sword to circle around, suddenly accelerate, and slash again.
There was another soft sound, and the spiritual energy shield shook even more violently. Wang Jing had to increase his spiritual power output.
The spiritual power allocated to the judge's pen decreased, and his speed also dropped.
Zhao Lin shook his head secretly. He wanted to defend but was reluctant to give up the attack. In the end, he might not be able to take advantage of it.
But if you think about it, there may not be a better way, because the initiative is already in Fang Qinglu's hands.
Fang Qinglu curled his lips, turning a blind eye to the flying judge pen, and commanded the flying sword to take off again.
"Swish, swish, swish", he struck three swords in a row.
Sigh...
A crack finally appeared in the aura shield.
Wang Jing was so shocked that he didn't care to use the Judge's Pen, and increased his spiritual power to try to gather the spiritual energy shield.
But... it's too late.
The flying sword seemed to have eyes, and it pierced the gap. Before it could get close, the tip of the sword spit out a red light, passed through the gap, and went straight to King Realm's throat!
"ah!"
There was a wave of mana, and Wang Jing was removed from the field.
(End of chapter)
