After Bu Jiu sensed it, he faintly discovered that the black water vertical striped bee that had escaped under the silver-white crust conveyed an anxious thought, and for a while he was unable to escape again.
Bu Jiu looked at Yu Liangping solemnly, and raised his hand to move towards the spirit ring that had fallen to the side.
When the spirit ring flew back to his hand, he took a look and found that the black water that originally covered it was only a patchy mess.
Seeing that the immortal beast was blocked at this moment, the black water of the spiritual ring was gradually depleted, and the newly practiced Vajra Holy Ring Technique could not work, Bu Jiu's face was filled with uncertainty, and he could not make up his mind.
Everyone in the Tianshou Sect who was watching the battle suddenly felt in their hearts. As soon as the two sides came on the stage, Bu Jiu and Na Yu Liangping each used their own methods to fight. The sharpness of the monks of the Xianmen Sword Sect was fully revealed at this moment.
When Yu Liangping saw that Bu Jiu had stopped moving, his eyes flashed with color. He clenched his hands, clasped his index fingers together, pointed at the giant sword stuck in the ground, and said: "Thorn!"
I saw the giant sword stuck on the ground making a clear clang. The huge sword split into two out of thin air and turned into two sword lights shining with dazzling white light. One left and one right moved towards the step at an extremely fast speed. The dove shot suddenly.
In a hurry, Bu Jiu used the purple spirit ring to block the sword light from one side, and laid out an earth shield wall in front of him with his other hand to block the sword light flying from the other side.
Bu Jiu originally wanted to use the Great Sun Golden Armor Technique to resist, but this technique required a lot of time to cast. As soon as he came on the stage, he started fighting fiercely, and there was almost no time to stop.
Yu Liangping's flying swords are full of tricks. He presses forward step by step. Each sword is faster than the other. After several dangerous attacks, the victory or defeat is decided in an instant. Bujiu was so nervous under attack and defense that he couldn't think of using his own defensive skills.
Two rays of sword light arrived in an instant, and the spirit ring that Bu Jiu had hurriedly raised was shattered by the sword light on his right. It flipped and flew back, hitting Bu Jiu's right chest.
This blow was quite powerful, and the shock caused Bu Jiu to spit out a mouthful of blood. The sword light that followed was slightly blocked by the spirit ring. It tilted to the side, but it just hit Bujiu's right arm, cutting a huge gap and almost connecting his right arm. Cut off the roots.
The sword light on the other side was slightly blocked by the earth shield wall, and its momentum slowed down a little, but it finally broke through the shield wall with great force, hitting Bu Jiu's waist with a flash, making a "stabbing" sound, and it penetrated a few inches, then It was squeezed out by the Lingbao cymbal orchid clothes Bu Jiu was wearing.
The sword light suddenly turned into a thinner one, broke through the cymbal clothes with a whoosh, and shot out from Bujiu's back, bringing up a bloody arrow.
Bu Jiu was hit by this, and a strange color flashed on his face. He raised his uninjured left hand, stretched it forward with some effort, and struck at the purple spirit ring that was knocked aside by the sword light, and said in his mouth He shouted violently: "Tianyan's double-click technique, combine!"
The purple spirit ring flew in front of him in an instant and hung still in the air. A white beam of light was injected into the spirit ring along Bujiu's arm. On the other side, a black beam of light spurted out from the huge crack where the giant sword was inserted. The same thing happened. Inject into the suspended spiritual ring.
Infused with the two spiritual lights, one black and one white, the purple spiritual ring swelled in the wind to the size of a bucket. Between the lightning and flint, a huge purple light pillar was like a giant stick that held up the sky and headed straight towards Yu Liangping.
The white round wheel that Yu Liangping had thrown out in a hurry was pierced by the giant beam of light in almost the blink of an eye. The beam of light hit Yu Liangping's right chest, punching out a huge hole. He lifted Yu Liangping up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood mist. He flipped upside down and crawled several meters away.
Li Deqiang, who was sitting on the sidelines watching the battle, saw Bu Jiu use the combined attack technique among the six arts of Yuling. His eyes were shaking for a while, and he exclaimed: "Tianyan double attack technique, you can also do it?!"
Liu Qingyi looked at the purple beam of light and murmured: "Unexpectedly, Bu Jiu secretly practiced this technique among the six techniques of controlling spirits just like him. Such a method of suppressing the bottom of the box is really powerful when used now. Incredible.”
Thinking of the serious sequelae of this technique, when I looked at Bu Jiu again, I saw that his face had turned pale, and he sat softly on the ground, breathing heavily, and he almost collapsed. The bone on his right shoulder where the sword light struck was deeply visible, and bright red blood soaked out and flowed down his arm.
After a long time, Yu Liangping, who was originally lying on the ground, shook his body and slowly got up. He was dressed in rags, with traces of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. On his right chest, where the light beam had hit him, broken bones and granulation had turned out.
He raised his left hand to seal the meridians around his chest, took out a purple elixir from his waist and threw it into his mouth. He used his spiritual power for a while, and saw that the granulation and bone fragments in the wound on his right chest began to repair at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, Yu Liangping staggered a few steps, picked up the flying sword not far away, turned around and walked slowly towards Bu Jiu.
Bu Jiu was completely exhausted at this moment, and he was also injured. It was extremely difficult to get up, let alone attack again.
He watched helplessly as Yu Liangping walked up to him, raised the flying sword and pointed it at his eyebrows, and said with some reluctance: "You win this round, I admit defeat."
Yan Kuan shouted loudly at the side: "Stop, no more fighting." He rushed forward with the spiritual ring in his hand, burst out the flying sword that Yu Liangping pointed at Bu Jiu's head, stood sideways to help Bu Jiu, and then dropped the flying sword that fell not far away. The spirit ring was picked up.
Bu Jiu took the spirit ring handed over by Yan Kuan and made a slight move to the side. From the gap where the giant sword was inserted in the field, a black shadow flew out and disappeared into the spirit ring.
After this round, both sides suffered losses. Although Bu Jiu was defeated in the end, Yu Liangping was also shaky at this moment, and his condition was not much better.
After Yan Kuan helped the pigeon and limped down, Liu Qingyi stood aside and frowned in thought.
When he looked at this whole fight, he had a different opinion of his own.
Due to his eagerness to win, Bu Jiu entered into a head-on duel with Yu Liangping of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect from the very beginning. Not only did he ignore his own shortcomings of being one level lower than his opponent, but he also ignored the characteristics of the monks of the Beast Control Sect.
Such a confrontation regardless of the cost is tantamount to sacrificing one's strengths to gain one's weaknesses. How can one be undefeated by using one's own weaknesses to attack another's strengths? ! Although he still severely damaged his opponent with the combined attack technique in the end, he could not save the defeat.
If this was not a fight, but a life-and-death fight, if Bu Jiu dared to use such a dangerous technique as a 'combination attack' in a hurry, what awaited him would probably be death.
Liu Qingyi thought about it for a while, and secretly began to reflect on his past fighting methods. He thought to himself: "Why didn't I sacrifice my strengths and weaknesses like this in the past?!"
After thinking for a while, he saw Shen Daoshi flying out on his sword and looking at Liu Qingyi from a distance. Thinking that this game was the last one, he was not afraid that Liu Qingyi would not play. It would be fine if he really didn't play. , then the others are no match for him.
Liu Qingyi closed his eyes and stood motionless. He did not immediately come on stage. He secretly operated the Transformation Technique among the Six Spirit Control Techniques. Under the connection of his Sea of Consciousness Soul Chain, the black light from the little civet's body poured in along the soul chain. Moving quickly inside his body. After a while, all the spiritual energy in his body was transformed into purple.
Liu Qingyi's consciousness paused for a moment, and he pulled away from the soul chain. The next moment, he opened his eyes, jumped into the field, smiled slightly at Shen Daoshi and said: "Brother Shen Daoshi, this is the last moment. In one game, shall we both bring out the Thousand-leaf Wood Cicada as a witness to each other? In case either side loses, they will argue that they do not have the Thousand-leaf Wood Cicada."
Shen Daoshi thought for a while and said with a smile: "This is quite reasonable. Junior Brother He, take out the wooden cicada you saved and show it to them." As he said this, he looked at the man behind him who was not involved in the gambling fight. Sword man.
Here Yan Kuan had already taken out the Thousand-leaf Wood Cicada from the spirit ring and held it in his hand.
The man with the sword, who was called Junior Brother He, patted a brown bag hanging on his waist and took out a long, snow-white object, which was a Thousand-leaf Woodcicada that was also frozen in ice.
Both parties looked at the things the other took out with attention. After checking that they were correct, Yan Kuan and the man surnamed He put away the Thousand-leaf Wood Cicada.
For a moment, the surroundings began to quiet down. Both sides had each won one of the first two rounds. This last round was the decisive round that determined the outcome of the gambling battle.
Everyone watching on both sides held their breath at this moment, opened their eyes wide, and looked at the two people in the field quietly.
Liu Qingyi's eyes flashed, and he said to himself: "Let's try another strategy this time." He raised his hand and patted the spirit ring gently, releasing the little civet cat. He then threw the spirit ring in front of him, and saw a flash of purple light. The spirit ring was already floating a few feet in front of him.
After doing all this, he raised the corners of his robe with both hands, dwarfed his body, and sat cross-legged on the ground.
Everyone onlookers were stunned. Shen Daoshi, who was opposite him, also had a look of astonishment on his face, and asked in surprise: "Sit...sit down?"
While everyone was astonished, Liu Qingyi pointed his left hand to the sky, slowly stretched it upward, and said in his mouth: "The Golden Sun Armor Technique, the technique has started!" A shining golden circular mask slowly appeared. came out and wrapped his entire body.
Some people died, but not completely...
