Han Bing's figure flew across the sky, and he shook his bare hands gently to form the fifth-grade lotus fingerprints.
Tong Meng knew that his magic weapon was the famous Beiluan Divine Sword in the garden. Seeing that Han Bing had no intention of using it, he couldn't help but feel relieved.
He put aside the distracting thoughts in his mind and presented an unpretentious square seal. This seal is khaki in color, only half the size of a palm, and has the word "Fang Tu" inscribed on it.
Tong Meng's magic power activated the square earth seal, like a hungry and thirsty beast. It spun around in the air, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a giant seal that was about ten feet square, and was slammed down majesticly.
The seal is about to arrive in an instant, strong wind blows in the face, and the thick earth spiritual energy sweeps down. Spirit patterns flashed wildly on the arena surface, and even with a light curtain protecting it, it was suppressed and creaked.
Han Bing was focused on nothing, and moved his fingers slightly. A leisurely swaying lotus flower appeared out of thin air in front of him. The lotus had five petals, and clouds of five colors were hanging on it. Han Bing straightened his upturned fingers, and the five-colored lotus swayed towards the giant seal.
The next moment, contrary to everyone's expectations, the mighty Fang Tuyin was forcibly lifted into the air by the lotus.
Tong Meng gritted his teeth and poured out his magic power. The Fangtu Seal flashed again and again, doubling its size within a few breaths. The yellow light emitted by the seal became thicker, and an imminent violent force was surging. The Fangtu Seal's awe-inspiring power Driven to the extreme.
A voice murmured: "Hey, Tong Meng has not wasted his years. In just over a month, he was able to refine the Fang Tu Seal from the heart. It's a pity that he met Han Bing in the first game, so this discussion has come to an end. .”
Yan Ci looked sideways and saw a handsome man in fluttering white clothes, gently touching his chin and commenting. With his extraordinary popularity and shining eyes, he must be a master among the monks in the fusion stage.
Above the ring, as Fang Tuyin pressed hard, the five-color lotus began to tremble slightly.
Han Bing flicked her fingers, and a white glow rolled through the five-color lotus, and the lotus suddenly became more radiant.
Fang Tuyin only lasted a few breaths, then suddenly let out a cry and ran back.
The group of cultivators were astonished. Han Bing had just entered the advanced fusion stage, and now he was able to defeat the enemy with one move by relying on the lotus flower and the magic weapon that were transformed by his magical power. This level of cultivation was truly astonishing.
Tong Mengshuang quickly took Fang Tuyin away and said with a wry smile: "Junior sister is a profound Taoist, I am willing to bow down to you." After saying that, he bowed to Han Bing and Chu Shangu respectively, and left the stage.
Chu Shan was stunned and laughed, "This guy is quite upright."
Yan Ci couldn't help but feel emotional. Tong Meng was already a fusion monk when he first started, but now that Han Bing has come from behind, he must be feeling quite depressed.
For several days in a row, the dojo was crowded with people and heroes gathered together. The event, which was held every ten years, attracted the attention of everyone in Tongchenyuan.
The owner of the garden, Luo Wangshu, came here for a while in the midst of his busy schedule. Fairy Wangshu was everywhere showing her dignity and prestige. There are many disciples who have not seen Luo Wangshu for several years, so even though his appearance is fleeting, the atmosphere in the hall is extremely heated, and everyone is proud to see Luo Wangshu in person.
Since the competition, Yan Ci has fought several battles and defeated several experts from the same sect with only an Iris Fairy Sword. He suddenly became famous among the young disciples. There are even rumors in the garden that he is a disciple of the master of Qingming Peak.
One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and all the disciples were stunned, followed by deep envy and jealousy.
Lu Nan sighed, feeling quite disappointed. Luo Mu said with a look of despair on his face: "It's unreasonable. Master Qing Ming actually chose this stupid Qing to be his apprentice!"
Chen Xian'er was unfazed and said leisurely: "Don't be jealous, or you may offend this patron!"
Luo Mu's eyes lit up and he said happily: "That makes sense. I have something to do with Brother Yan in the future."
Yan Ci smiled hurriedly and said, "If it involves Senior Sister Ying'er, please don't mention it."
Luo Mu was slightly stifled and complained: "It's really not interesting. I haven't said anything yet."
Chen Xian'er smiled and said: "Idle people have no big business, what else can the fat thief do?"
At this point in the discussion, there are still thirty finalists each from the Xuanzhao and Fusion Stages, and the winning team is numbered.
In order to prevent disciples from becoming dissatisfied and causing trouble in private, the rules of the Taoist discussion stipulate that there should be no competition for ranking, so only two more rounds of duel are needed before the Taoist discussion meeting can come to an end.
The solitary commentator will use the lottery mode to divide the two sides into the offensive and defensive sides. In other words, the lottery will determine that twenty people will defend and ten will attack. The attacker will arbitrarily choose the defender to compete. The winner will be promoted to the top twenty.
The same goes for the top ten and Taoist teams.
There was silence in the dojo, and the group of cultivators stared blankly at the four outstanding beauties in the audience. The beauties were either gentle and dignified, or bright and enchanting, or as gorgeous as peaches and plums, or romantic. They were the "Outer Courtyard" that Tongchenyuan has long enjoyed. "Four Shu", namely Huaxi in Bowei Courtyard, Lin Tianxiang in Chuanting Courtyard, Ye Weishuang in Dicui Courtyard and Meiying in Liudan Courtyard.
Si Shu put the small and exquisite wooden sign into the sealed box, shook it, and ordered the Taoists and representatives of the Taoism team to draw lots.
The group of cultivators lined up in four rows to pick up their number plates. Yan Ci drew No. 22 for the attacking side, and the fragrant wind came. Nightingale followed him and drew No. 9 for the defending side.
Yan Ci can choose the defender at will to compete, while Nightingale has a half chance of a bye.
Nightingale thought she was unknown, and threatened to break Yan Ci's legs if Yan Ci chose her to discuss Taoism. Yan Ci seemed to be frightened, and quickly flattered Nightingale, saying that she was proficient in Taoism, and that entering the finals was simply a shame. It's a piece of cake, and the nightingale is flattered until she smiles.
After a short rest for the night, the discussion on the Taoist field was full of enthusiasm the next morning. The remaining practitioners are all masters of Taoism, and everyone wants to feast their eyes on it.
At the corner of the ring, the defender is like a monkey in the sideshow. Anyone who wants to come and have a look can pull it out. They lined up in silence, feeling uneasy in their hearts, just like the concubines in the imperial palace waiting for the emperor to turn over his cards.
Ouyang Changrong faced the challenge in the first round. He was dressed in purple and had a slight smile on his lips. He glanced around and noticed a certain monk in black. He smiled and said, "Junior brother has won every battle. Please forgive me for offending me."
The monk in black was clearly Liao Yi. His dark face darkened again and again, and he finally said calmly: "If you take a step with great determination, you may not know that the smooth journey will end here."
Ouyang Changrong's eyes suddenly became full of fighting spirit, and he said casually: "Come on, don't just use your words."
The judge Ye Weishuang nodded slightly when he saw this, and ordered the other disciples to step down and wait. Ouyang Langrong flicked the storage ring and took out a simple and solemn fairy sword. The blade was as bright as ice.
Ouyang Changrong said happily: "This sword is called Poying, and it is the nemesis of your candle shadow axe."
Liao Yi still raised the dim candle shadow ax and sneered: "You'll know if you try it." The candle shadow ax was swung in the air, and the shadow of the ax was dazzling, and it went straight to the opposite side with great momentum.
The Shadow-Breaking Sword made a low sound, and the white light suddenly blazed so brightly that the shadow of the ax was nowhere to be seen. Along with the strange sound, the shadow turned into wisps of blue smoke and disappeared into the air.
Liao Yi looked stunned for a moment, then tightened his palms, stood up, picked up the ax, and lightly opened his arms to chop. This move was as simple and delicate as chopping firewood.
Ouyang Yanrong did not expect him to be so bold, but he would use this simple chopping move without any protection in close combat. All he had to do was take advantage of the opportunity and spit out his sword light, and he would be absolutely sure to kill him on the stage.
However, the rules of discussion cannot be disputed. How could he dare to kill his fellow disciples rashly?
The opportunity was fleeting. Even if he could kill his opponent when the ax blade approached, he would inevitably be split in half by the axe. In his busy schedule, he could only block with his sword.
The shadow of the ax moved suddenly, left and right, dancing fiercely. The violent and swift ax blade fell on the spine of the sword. The Shadow-Breaking Immortal Sword let out a wail, and the rays of light immediately scattered.
The candle shadow ax looks ugly but is cheap and has a strong life. It cuts off its body as if nothing happened.
Ouyang Hanrong was shaken all over, and he took several steps back. Liao Yi used his escape technique and followed him like a shadow, one ax after another falling down one after another. The ax technique was rough but very practical.
Ouyang Langrong was not in a hurry to evade, and still gritted his teeth and used the fairy sword to block. Every time he hit the axe, the glow of the fairy sword weakened by one point. After blocking for several times, he only heard a soft click, and the glow of the Shadow-Breaking Sword completely collapsed, and he was forcibly blocked. Split into two pieces.
The tip of the sword whined and then fell weakly onto the ring.
Ouyang Langrong suddenly roared, no longer caring about the candle shadow ax that hit the top of his head, he raised his wrist and thrust half of the sword in his palm into Liao Yi's throat like a spark of fire.
This style of mutual destruction frightened the onlookers, and several of them could not help but scream in surprise. Two cold cords suddenly appeared in Ye Weishuang's slender palm, trying to stop the decisive battle in time when the killing move was about to be launched.
Liao Yi was startled. Although his moves were fierce, they were not life-threatening. At the critical moment, Zhu Ying swung his ax horizontally and swung half of the Shattering Shadow Sword out for a few minutes. The cold blade passed by his neck. There are streaks of blood.
Liao Yi secretly called it a fluke, and before he was shocked, he suddenly saw Ouyang Rongrong firing all his killing moves. His thunderous and electric fury instantly turned into bloody courage. His two palms whirled and launched several wind blades to break the wind, Liao Yi The lead ax blocked one by one, and the offensive and defensive momentum was suddenly reversed.
Ouyang Changrong's reputation is well-deserved. He doesn't have to rely solely on his five elements skills to fight without giving up his magic weapon. That wind-inducing technique is astonishing. During the control of the seal, the power of the wind condenses into two intertwined wind dragons. The white smoke is thin, but the extremely sharp wind scales stretch freely, whistling and scraping the ax blade. A piercing scream.
Liao Yi swung the candle shadow ax so that it was impervious to wind and rain, rolled up a whirlpool and drew the sucking force to resist. With such unrelenting efforts, the arena was filled with electric shocks and killing moves.
Suddenly, there was no dust under Ouyang Changrong's feet, and his figure suddenly approached Liao Yi. A palm print filled with white smoke struck Liao Yi's chest and abdomen. Liao Yi's blood spurted out and he fell to the outside of the ring like a dead tree.
Ouyang Changrong's face was pale, his body was shaking, and a deep blood groove was torn open in his waist and ribs by the blade of the candle shadow ax. The winner has been decided, but the result is that both sides suffer losses. Such a tragic scene has never happened since the beginning of the discussion.
Ye Weishuang sighed secretly, fluttering her fragrant sleeves, and the rays of light falling from the sky wrapped around the injured bodies of the two people, and escaped to the sparse forest outside the venue to help heal their injuries.
There was an uproar outside the ring, and they all criticized Liao Yi for being cruel and scolding him for being disrespectful. Ouyang Changrong was very popular in the garden because of his elegant and suave style and his exquisite Taoism.
On the other hand, Liao Yi competed in several games, his attacks were very vicious, and his speech and conversation were even more unruly. The group of practitioners judged people based on their appearance, so they naturally had no good impression of him. He believed that Liao Yi deserved his current defeat, and no one applauded him. He was like his ancestor. Blessed!
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