Although he was attacked at the same time, Zhao Lin was prepared in advance and resisted with the strength of a tortoise shell, and was almost unscathed.
Wei Shi carried it with his physical body. He was hit with a chop on the shoulder and knocked to his knees.
Zhao Lin didn't give Wei Shi a chance to breathe. He rubbed himself up and pumped up his energy and blood to strike continuously. In less than ten rounds, he punched Wei Shi in the chest.
"Dengdengdeng..."
Wei Shi took seven or eight steps back before he stabilized his body, gritted his teeth, and stepped forward again.
"What a powerful body!"
Zhao Lin was secretly surprised. The punch just now used 80% of the force, even if he was hit by it, it would be very uncomfortable, but Wei Shi could still stand firm.
If it hit Fa Xiu, this punch would probably kill someone, and the magic circle would have directly moved the person out.
Immediately, he launched an all-out attack. With many years of actual combat experience, he quickly turned his advantage into victory. Within a moment, he punched Wei Shi again.
thump!
This time Wei Shi finally couldn't hold on and fell to the ground.
Even so, the magic circle was still not triggered.
"Zhao Linsheng!"
The Arbiter Elder shouted in time, and then added: "Wei Shi fell to the ground and lost."
"Wonderful!"
"rare!"
The scene was filled with thunderous applause. It was the first time for many people to witness such a fierce close combat battle. They could not help but look at the martial arts cultivators and physical cultivators with admiration and put away their contempt.
"Brother Zhao is very powerful in martial arts, and I admire him."
Wei Shi stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened and patted the dust on his body.
"Brother Wei, you have such strength at such a young age, I should envy you."
Zhao Lin was speaking from his heart. Although he was stronger than his opponent, he was nearly twice as old, so there was really no reason to be complacent.
The winner of the first game stayed on the court, so the two sides in the second game were Zhao Lin and Fang Qinglu.
"The battle just now took a lot of energy. Let's use spirit stones to help us recover."
The arbitration elder said and handed Zhao Lin a spiritual stone.
"Thank you, elder!"
Zhao Lin thanked him, held the spirit stone in both hands, sat down cross-legged, and put the spirit stone against his abdomen, replenishing his spiritual power and recovering his physical strength at the same time.
At this moment, the spiritual diagram in his mind flashed, and he released countless tentacles, trying to grab the spiritual energy in the spiritual stone.
"The spirit stone is mine."
Zhao Lin had a thought in his mind and pushed back these tentacle claws.
After about two quarters of an hour, he slowly opened his eyes.
Fang Qinglu was already standing on the field at this time, chuckled and said: "Don't worry, we will compete again when you recover."
"As it should be."
Zhao Lin was not polite. The outcome of this game was related to whether he could come out on top. Since his opponent was so strong, it would definitely not hurt to take a little more rest.
Taking advantage of the rest, he mentally deduced how to deal with Fang Qinglu.
The battle is changing rapidly, and it is impossible to accurately predict every move, but to think of the most basic strategies and ways to win.
Against sword cultivators, the fighting style is completely different from that of physical cultivators, and also different from that of legal cultivators.
In fact, anyone who encounters a sword cultivator will have a headache.
Because the first mover is always on the side of the sword cultivator, which is a bit like the saying in martial arts that only quickness can lead to failure.
After another while, Zhao Lin stood up and put the unused spiritual stones into the lock bag.
"If you have mastered a spell to a small degree, your physical body will not be inferior to physical cultivation. You are a good opponent."
Fang Qinglu said with burning eyes.
Zhao Lin understood what he meant. Sword cultivators must continue to hone themselves in battle to grow, so they are extremely eager to fight. Every time they meet a good opponent, they will be happy.
This is treating yourself as a whetstone.
"It takes three years to cultivate sword energy. You are also a good opponent."
The two of them walked to their respective positions and stood still while talking.
As everyone expected, following the Arbiter Elder's order, Fang Qinglu didn't wait for a moment, raised his hand and released the flying sword.
I saw a white dot gradually enlarging, chasing light and electricity.
Zhao Lin walked forward, and when Feijian came within three feet in front of him, he suddenly took a step forward diagonally, and his body turned into a shadow.
The flying sword failed!
Huh?
Fang Qinglu was taken aback. Zhao Lin's move seemed ordinary, but it contained mystery. His timing and steps were extremely precise. While dodging, he took a step closer to him.
Zhao Lin's body technique is the rain-turning and cloud-turning skill, but this step is based on the step hexagram he practiced during martial arts, from the "Lin" position to the "Wuwang" position.
In fact, Zhao Lin was very careful when carrying it, because the flying sword was too fast. Doing so was like dancing on the tip of the knife, and he would be stabbed by the flying sword if he was not careful.
But this risk must be taken, otherwise you will only get a beating.
This is the disadvantage of low-level monks. Due to the limitation of spiritual consciousness and spiritual power, the attack range is only twenty feet in radius, which is half closer than Fang Qinglu. They must get close first before launching an attack.
Fang Qinglu snorted, retreated away from Zhao Lin, and at the same time commanded the flying sword to turn quickly and stab Zhao Lin in the back of the head.
Zhao Lin kept moving forward, stepping on the hexagrams such as "Feng", "Bian", "Jiji" and "Qian". He didn't walk fast, but he moved smoothly. Whenever a flying sword was about to hit his body, he would slip his foot and dodge in time. opened.
"It's so exciting, just a little bit close!"
"It was obvious that he was going to be stabbed, but he just avoided it."
"What's going on? Is this the legendary Qing Gong..."
The monks watching the battle didn't know why and were amazed. Only a few monks who had practiced martial arts in the mortal world probably knew the reason.
Fang Qinglu frowned. If he continued like this, once Zhao Lin got close, his advantage would be gone.
"Revolving Light Flying Sword!"
Fang Qinglu's lips moved slightly, and the flying sword immediately rotated rapidly with the center of the sword as its axis, like a cross boomerang.
At the same time, a sword energy several feet long was released from the tip of the sword.
The speed of the flying sword was a little slower, but the length of the sword body and the extremely long sword energy covered a range of more than one foot, and there was a faint buzzing sound.
As a result, it was impossible for Zhao Lin to avoid using body skills.
Zhao Lin had imagined the situation where he couldn't dodge the flying sword, and he also had a countermeasure in mind. He immediately dodged sideways and pinched a magic formula in his hand.
In an instant, earth element spiritual energy gathered crazily.
Rock armor!
The casting time of defensive spells is much faster than that of offensive spells. Just as the flying sword was about to approach, a yellow light appeared in front of Zhao Lin, which instantly turned into a rock wall more than an inch thick.
Zhao Lin deliberately released only half of his mana, so that the thickness of the rock armor was halved, making it look like it was only at the proficiency level, not the beginner level.
After one year of practicing Taoism, mastering one minor-level spell can be regarded as a magic genius. It is unreasonable to master two skills.
And Zhao Lin has other plans.
Seeing this, there was a sigh outside the venue, and many people began to shake their heads.
Before the Rock Armor Technique is mastered, the armor cannot be moved.
In other words, once this spell is used, the monk can only stand still.
Using such a spell in the face of a sword cultivator is tantamount to tying one's own hands and feet, and the possibility of winning is extremely slim.
Fang Qinglu raised his eyebrows and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. (End of chapter)
