When he said this, Dugu Qingxiao paused for a moment, then looked down at Jianping, falling on Lin Qingnu, and then said:
"As for Lin Qingnu, although he doesn't speak much, he is the one with the gentlest temperament among the three."
Hearing this, Zhao Qian was completely relieved.
He sighed, then patted the armrest of the chair and said:
"In other words, as long as this girl doesn't risk her life by trying to decide the outcome with Lin Qingnu, there should be no fear for her life."
Dugu Qingxiao nodded and said:
"Junior sister should not be so impulsive."
While a few people were talking, Elder Zhou from Mount Everest announced loudly:
"Qingxuanzong Zhao Linglong, Wenjian Taihaozong Lin Qingnu, the competition begins!"
Hearing this sound, Zhao Qian and others in the balcony room could not help but feel nervous, and their eyes were fixed on Zhao Linglong on the sword platform below.
In their opinion, it was best for Zhao Linglong to admit defeat on the spot rather than attack with all his strength.
But the next moment, the faces of everyone in the wing changed color.
The moment Elder Zhou announced the start of the competition, Zhao Linglong not only did not take the initiative to admit defeat, but also fully mobilized the true energy and blood in her body, releasing an extremely fierce wave of aura.
An extremely bad premonition suddenly flooded into the minds of everyone in the wing.
Immediately afterwards, accompanied by a huge explosion of air, Zhao Linglong formed a seal with one hand, took out the red silk tied around her waist, and then pointed hard in the direction of Lin Qingnu.
"boom!"
Amidst the ear-splitting sound of the explosion, Zhao Linglong's natal immortal treasure red silk flew out from his waist for a moment, and suddenly enlarged until it covered the area above Lin Qingnu's head like a blood-colored wave.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Linglong suddenly pressed down her palm and shouted:
"fall!"
Immediately, he saw the waves transformed from the red silk suddenly crashing down from high in the sky towards Lin Qingnu below.
Just when the red wave was falling, Lin Qingnu, who had been standing quietly on Jianping, raised his arm, put his index and middle fingers together, raised his head to face the falling red wave, and drew a huge cloud.
Through the huge ancient seal script wind character in the center of the cloud basket, it can be seen that this is a cloud basket that contains the power of wind.
Almost at the same time that Yun Lu was drawn, Lin Qingnu, who cherished words like gold, finally said:
"Wind blows."
His voice is very pleasant, with the power of wind and a unique ethereal feeling.
However, his voice was quickly drowned out by the roar of a roaring wind.
I saw a strong wind surging out from the clouds, like a huge palm, vigorously knocking away the waves transformed by Zhao Linglong Xianling.
However, when Hong Ling was knocked away, Zhao Linglong quickly changed her handprints, and then shouted:
"Gun down!"
In an instant, the piece of red silk covering almost half of the Jianping flat suddenly rolled up at the moment Zhao Linglong's words came out, turning into a bloody spear more than a hundred feet long, and then carried the waves that had not yet dispersed. The force, with a "boom" sound, pierced through the strong wind transformed by Lin Qingnu's cloud, and shot straight down towards Lin Qingnu below.
This move is extremely clever.
Even in the stands, the monks who had not been very optimistic about Zhao Linglong could not help but let out a series of exclamations at the moment when the spear of more than a hundred feet pierced the cloud with the force of the waves.
However, Lin Qingnu still behaved extremely calmly when facing Zhao Linglong's shot.
It was only after the red spear pierced the wind wall in front of the cloud basket that he thoughtfully stretched out his hand and drew another cloud basket in front of him.
Almost at the same time that he drew the cloud, Zhao Linglong's spear shot through the air.
But just when the spear was about to penetrate Lin Qingnu, there was a "boom" in front of the cloud in front of him, and the shadows of two giant bronze doors suddenly stood up.
These two huge bronze doors are more than ten feet wide and dozens of feet high.
Even the thickness is nearly one foot.
When it appeared, the entire Jianping was swamped, which showed its heavy weight.
"boom!……"
Then, with the deafening sound of collision, the red spear that Zhao Linglong transformed into with Xian Ling, although half of the spear body pierced into the two giant bronze doors, the power of the spear was already dissipated and could no longer be seen. Unable to make any progress.
When seeing this scene, everyone thought that Zhao Linglong's offensive was over.
Some of the monks watching the battle even looked at Zhao Linglong with admiration and praised him in the spiritual mirror.
In their opinion, facing a strong man like Lin Qingnu, Zhao Linglong not only did not lose immediately, but actually gained the upper hand in the first round. This level of cultivation and combat power had exceeded that of many Wenjian present. Monk.
Even Jiang Zhi and the others, who spent almost every day with Zhao Linglong, had brilliant eyes when they saw this scene.
However, amidst the praise, Zhao Linglong shouted again:
"open!"
Immediately, with a loud "boom", the red spear that was originally stuck in the phantom of the bronze door suddenly transformed into an immortal silk again, and in an instant, the phantom of the bronze door was blown away. A gap opened in the shadow support.
The next moment, with the sound of "zheng" swords exploding, a dazzling sword light flew out from the red damask and shot straight towards Lin Qingnu's chest.
"boom!"
Although Lin Qingnu quickly displayed the protective golden light, several layers of protective golden light were broken by this sword, and he was knocked upside down by the impact of the flying sword.
"Xian Ling Hidden Sword?!"
Seeing this scene, the leaders in the stands, Zhao Qian and Dugu Qingxiao, both sat up in shock.
"Junior sister...did she see through Lin Qingnu's tricks in advance?!"
Dugu Qingxiao said with a look of disbelief.
Judging from the series of smooth offensives just now and the last move of Xian Ling Hidden Sword, Zhao Linglong obviously made this plan after seeing through Lin Qingnu's moves.
"Zheng!"
At this moment, when the last layer of protective golden light around her body shattered, Lin Qingnu finally summoned the flying sword that was kept in the Qi Palace.
"boom!"
With just one strike of his sword, Lin Qingnu cut the sword light in front of him into two pieces.
However, Zhao Linglong, who was opposite Jianping, seemed to have expected that Lin Qingnu could block the sword. He quickly threw out eight divine general talismans and shouted:
"Disciple Zhao Linglong, I respectfully invite the eight fire-armored god generals to come down to earth and help this disciple!"
As soon as he finished speaking, eight huge flames appeared above Lin Qingnu's head.
Then, under the astonished gazes of everyone in the surrounding stands, eight huge fire-armored generals fell from the sky, crashed heavily to the ground, and surrounded Lin Qingnu.
"Eight fire-armored generals?"
"This Zhao Linglong can actually summon eight fire-armored generals!"
Fire-armored generals are rare to see, what's more, Zhao Linglong summoned eight of them today.
For a moment, the stands around Mount Everest were boiling.
In the battle viewing scene in the spiritual mirror, text messages from monks from all over the world kept appearing.
