Go, Shen Bieyun waved his right hand forward, and these dozen tornadoes rushed towards Qingya.
Before the whirlwind even approached, Qingya felt a strong wind that made his face hurt, and his clothes were blown by the whirlwind. The whirlwind gradually approached, and the wind force became stronger. It seemed that it had the energy that would not stop blowing the green cliff into the sky.
Thousands of pounds fell.
I saw that Qingya re-sinked his spiritual energy into his Dantian within a few breath adjustments, then poured it into his legs, and his feet stood firmly in place as if they had taken root. But in this way, Qingya also lost the advantage of fast movement.
As if he had anticipated Qingya's movements, after seeing Qingya perform the Qianjin Plunge, Shen Bieyun stretched out his hand, and a series of wind blades flew towards Qingya. Seeing the wind blade flying towards him, it was already too late to dodge if he canceled the Thousand Jin Pendant. Besides, the strong wind force all around also greatly restricted his movement skills. Qingya looked at the long sword full of gaps in his hand, gritted his teeth, and had no choice but to make a last ditch effort.
A sword spans nine thousand miles, and the road to Guanshan is far away from Jiuzhou.
Qingya's long sword touched the ground, and eight golden giant swords appeared beside him and quickly rotated around Qingya. At the same time, Shen Bieyun's wind blade came to Qingya. Only the tinkling sound was heard, and the wind blades launched by Shen Bieyun were all blocked by the barrier made of the phantom sword.
Blocking the first wave of wind blades was just the beginning. Although the subsequent wind blades were smaller than the previous ones, they were as dense as raindrops. Although the barrier formed by the phantom sword was almost airtight, many fishes still slipped in. The sharp blades cut holes in Qingya's clothes, leaving traces of blood on his body. .
There is no way to continue like this, we must find a breakthrough point.
Suddenly, Qingya withdrew the barrier formed by the phantom swords and arranged them in a straight line in front of him. Without the barrier, countless small flying blades left dense wounds on Qingya's body in an instant, but Qingya focused all his attention on controlling the phantom sword as if he had no feeling at all.
Breaking, Qingya flicked his right hand, and a magic sword flew towards Shen Bieyun.
After catching up with it, Qing Ya pointed his right hand forward, and the second phantom sword flew forward at a faster speed, and soon caught up with the phantom sword in front.
Continue to go. The third flying sword chased the phantom sword in front at a speed faster than the previous one.
After throwing out all eight phantom swords in succession, Qingya half-knelt on the ground like a deflated rubber ball, with sweat on his forehead and breathing heavily.
When Qingya swung the first phantom sword, he had already tried his best. Every subsequent flying sword Qingya fired after breaking through his own limit, seven times in a row. It was surprising that Qingya was well-trained, and he was also the one at this moment. Can't even move a finger.
As the eight phantom swords were flying, the tip of the second sword instantly hit the hilt of the first one in front. Under the collision, the phantom sword behind turned into a point of light and disappeared, and the phantom sword in front accelerated and galloped away.
Just when the second phantom sword disappeared and the first phantom sword began to accelerate, the third phantom sword also arrived, collided with the first phantom sword, and then disappeared. In just a short moment, the seven phantom swords behind hit the first one in succession. After the seventh level of acceleration, the remaining phantom swords flew forward at a speed that could not be caught by sight.
Can't see its form, only hear its sound. When Shen Bieyun saw Qingya's change of movement, he had already erected a wind wall in front of him, and then continued to throw wind blades towards Qingya. However, the wind blades that were originally flying in a straight line were interrupted by an invisible air current and spread out in all directions. Some of them hit the light screen and disappeared, while others made a few cracks on the ground.
Shen Bieyun secretly said bad, but before he could take any countermeasures, the phantom sword had easily penetrated the wind wall and hit his chest.
With a pop, Shen Bieyun spit out a burst of blood mist, and his body flew far away from the ring like a kite with its string broken. Only then did everyone hear the sound of air exploding and see the trail of white smoke left behind after the air was burned.
Shen Bieyun flew far away from the ring. Although he vomited blood, he was not seriously injured. He stabilized his body in the air and landed firmly on the ground. Then he took out a white handkerchief from his arms and wiped the corners of his mouth. Wiping off the blood, he slowly walked back to the ring, hugged his fists to Qingya on the stage and said, "The sword-shaking skill is really extraordinary. I lost this battle, but I won't give it to you in the next one." Any chance.”
After a period of reply, Qingya had also recovered his ability to move. He stood up and bowed to Shen Bieyun with his sword in hand: "I will definitely do my best to defeat you, Senior Brother Shen."
After saying that, the two looked at each other, smiled, and left.
Seeing Qing Ya walking down the ring, Hua Qing'er immediately let go of the hand holding Jiang Ning's sleeves and quickly ran to Qing Ya's side. Looking at the scars on Qingya's body, tears began to well up in his eyes before he could say a word.
"It's just a competition between fellow students. Why are you doing such a heavy hand? Look, you're still bleeding." Hua Qing'er choked, and tears rolled down her face as soon as she blinked.
"Don't cry, don't cry. These are just superficial injuries, nothing serious. Besides, Senior Brother Shen's injuries are much more serious than mine."
Qing Ya wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, but then she looked at her blood-stained palm and lowered the hand she had just raised.
"It's none of my business whether he was injured or not. He vomited some blood and came back like a normal person, but you are almost disfigured. What if no girl likes you in the future?" Hua Qing'er jumped away. Qingya was speechless for a moment, feeling that it was really difficult to guess a woman's thoughts.
"Junior Brother Qingya, Shen Bieyun must not have tried his best in this competition. You must not take it lightly later." Jiang Ning walked to the side of the two and wiped Hua Qing'er's face with a silk scarf. With traces of tears, he warned Qingya.
"Thank you, Senior Sister Jiang, for reminding me. Senior Brother Shen has superb cultivation and is an elite disciple on this main peak. He will definitely have some trump cards to use at the last moment. I will be careful." Although he was full of confidence, Qingya looked at his hand. The long sword opened one gap after another, and I felt really unsure.
Since Liu Bailu granted him Catching Wind three years ago, he has been inseparable with one person and one sword. Especially in recent days, during the non-stop battles, Catching Wind has become more and more comfortable in Qingya's hands, but after all, it is just an earth-level weapon. The blade could not bear such a sharp sword intent and countless collisions, and was already crumbling at this moment.
"Old man, I hope you can persist for a while, at least accompany me to finish this last competition." Qingya secretly prayed for the weapon in his hand.
