"This girl..."
Seeing her fighting style like thunder and lightning, with her sword intent and sword energy constantly flowing, Jiao Ning couldn't help but shake her head, "She looks quite quiet. She's really good at fighting with a sword."
"That's right, I've been worried when I saw Sister Fang fighting several times." Jiao Liguo moved from Jiang Yun's waist to his neck, and his little Jiaolong head hung down on Jiang Yun's head, just like a hat of Jiang Yun's. Same, "It's only when she cooperates with you, Jiang Yun, that she will restrain herself and protect you by setting up formations."
Jiang Yun nodded and chuckled perfunctorily, but did not respond.
Qingfang in the field is as agile and nimble as a white bird in her moves. The only thing that was a bit disharmonious was that her sword intention and sword energy were too intent on destruction and killing, and her Taoism and fighting style were just like Beauty and the Beast. The sword cultivating method is obviously very light and agile, and the moves must be clever. The opponent will be tired of dealing with it, and he will eventually find a flaw and strike a fatal blow.
But her style of play is like a dragon crossing the river, trying to destroy everything.
Except for Jiang Yun, no one knows her past, so naturally they don't know why she is like this. Her psychological scars may have scabbed over long ago, but they will definitely remain in her heart forever. Unless she can break through herself one day, they will remain deep in her soul forever.
After the two men fought for a while, they suddenly stopped. Perhaps they were testing the situation before, but now they were planning to take action for real.
I saw them standing face to face, with their bodies upright and their eyes facing each other. Suddenly, Qingfang launched an attack on Pang Feihong, and a series of sword rays shot out. Pang Feihong drew his sword at lightning speed to fight back, but Qingfang's sword skills were like a tiger and a tiger making wind, and the continuous sword rays kept hitting. Pang Feihong's sword made a crisp sound.
Pang Feihong looked a little strenuous, but there was still no look of exhaustion in his eyes. Instead, he became more and more courageous as he fought. Just when one of Qingfang's crazy attacks was about to hit his chest, he strangely held up a sword flower and diffused the sword energy with ease. Qingfang did not give up and began to concentrate on finding Pang Feihong's flaws. Her offensive became more fierce, but Pang Feihong was still like a piece of driftwood, swaying in the storm but remaining firm.
"It's so strange." Jiao Liguo said, "I always feel that the old man was almost defeated, but he has not seen any decline for a long time. Could it be intentional?"
"Qingfang may lose if this continues."
In this short period of time, Qingfang's crazy attack may have briefly suppressed the opponent, but her injury-for-injury style of play encountered an immovable old ghost, which was equivalent to her spending a lot of energy to fight, and others basically couldn't. No injuries.
"If her style remains unchanged, it will definitely be difficult to break through." Jiao Ning commented, "Either you find sword moves that suit your style of fighting, or you can correct your style of fighting according to the sword moves, otherwise it will be difficult to make any further progress. But her swordsmanship name For Taikoo Xingguang swordsmanship, the emphasis is on speed, agility, defeating the strong with the weak and overcoming the hard with softness, which is more suitable for her sword moves. It's strange, if her character has always liked this kind of violence, why did she realize such dexterity? kendo..."
The battle in the field continued. After a while, Qingfang began to lose strength, and her moves were unable to break through the opponent's defense. The sword in his hands began to slow down, and the violent attack began to slow down. Pang Feihong finally seized the opportunity. He shouted loudly, and a powerful sword energy burst out from his body, turning into a silver sword light and rushing towards Qingfang.
Qingfang's eyes narrowed, not daring to take anything lightly. She also used her own unique skills to fight against Pang Feihong's silver sword energy. The two sides each condensed a handful of spiritual energy to confront the enemy. A large fluctuation broke out for a while, and the surrounding dust flew up into a circle and spread around. This was a fierce collision of sword energy, flying sand and rocks, as if the air was filled with sword energy.
After all, Pang Feihong had preserved his strength during the attacks from both sides. At this time, he took the opportunity to counterattack. One side's momentum was declining, and the other side's momentum began to soar. The result was naturally conceivable. In the end, as Pang Feihong defused Qingfang's offensive, defeated Qingfang with a counterattack, and cut off several strands of Qingfang's hair with the tip of his sword, the battle finally ended.
"In this round, Pang Feihong wins."
the referee shouted.
"Sister Qingfang, it's okay." As soon as he saw Qingfang coming out, Jiao Liguo hugged her to comfort her, "That old guy was too cowardly. He couldn't move at first and kept conserving his strength. Sister, you are very prosperous. Although defeated, it is still glorious.”
"Lack of strength." Qingfang was not depressed, but shook her head and felt annoyed.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that she is not upset because she lost, but more like she is upset because she discovered her own problem but has no way to solve it. However, there are more or less reasons for failure. After all, I have been preparing for a long time, and I also planned to compete or improve my skills after coming. Unexpectedly, I lost without gaining anything.
"Your problem is not with the sword, but with your heart." Jiao Ning pointed out, "This is not a battle that can help you progress. This is your own problem. If you defeat your inner demons, you will be able to move forward. Otherwise, no matter how many battles you go through, you will be unable to move forward. .”
"Um."
Qingfang nodded. After experiencing this battle, she completely felt the huge flaw in her mentality. Damn Qingwu Sword Sect! Damn the sword servant contract! And the most damning thing...Jin Yibo!
How can I adjust my state of mind next?
How easy is it to refine your mind?
"It ended early over there?"
At this time, Qingfang looked at the battlefield in the distance curiously and deliberately changed the subject.
After hearing this, a few people noticed the battlefield next to them. The young man from the Kuangwu Battle Academy seemed to have easily defeated the people from the Lotus Heart Sword Sect of the Piaomiao Immortal Kingdom. The two of them were quite friendly, and even said hello to each other. The Northeast Region and the North Region have always had a better relationship with the people from the Piaomiao Immortal Kingdom. Even the northwest region has a good relationship with the Piaomiao Immortal Kingdom. Practitioners from both sides can communicate with each other. .
Therefore, it is not surprising that the people from the Kuangwu Battle Academy and the people from the Lotus Heart Sword Sect of the Piaomiao Immortal Kingdom have a very happy conversation.
Soon, the first round of competition ended.
"The first round of more than a thousand competitions has ended, and the respective winners' lists have been recorded." Jiang Shanyuan from the central island said again, "Now, everyone in the second round, please follow the guidance and enter the competition venue."
The guidance is a series of notice boards, what day to go to that island, and where are the coordinates of the island.
"We'll see."
Jiao Ning planned to wait and see for a while with interest. According to what he said, he had come, and he couldn't really leave after losing the preliminary round. Watching other people's battles might also be an inspiration to Qingfang. They deliberately moved closer to the central island. After all, the people closer to the center were stronger.
Therefore, losing the first battle does not mean that Qingfang is weak. After all, the large islands in the periphery are still full of sword cultivators at the Golden Core stage.
What's interesting is that Tong Meixue is still following her from afar, as if she is extremely interested in Qingfang. Whenever Jiang Yun looks at her, she will receive a charming smile, a teasing lick of lips, and even a pair of winks.
snort.
I have Liu Yiyi in my heart, you are just a pink skull!
I am a gentleman, even if you are bigger than Yiyi, you are just a coquettish bitch, just a vulgar thing, and I cannot shake Yiyi in the slightest.
The players in the second game quickly entered the battlefield. They were watching a place relatively close to the central islands. There was no way, the islands in the center couldn't squeeze in. There were too many people, and there were not only boats watching the battle on the densely packed lake. There are countless of them, even the innate monks floating in the air are floating in a large area.
None of them were willing to squeeze in, so they chose a place slightly further inside than before to watch the game.
"It's someone from the Kuangwu Battle Academy again." Jiang Yun said in surprise. They didn't expect that this time they were watching another person from the Kuangwu Battle Academy. According to the referee, his name should be... Feng Kai.
"It looks awesome."
After Feng Kai came in, he stood there minding his own business with his arms crossed in front of his chest, his eyes closed, and he turned a blind eye to everything around him.
"You should have such great confidence." Jiang Yun watched his player enter. This person was a disciple of the Sadsha Sword Sect of the Indy Kingdom. His name was quite polite. He came up and bowed to the referee and his opponent with a smile.
The referee was obviously very satisfied with the boy's understanding of etiquette, and smiled and motioned for the two of them to close their eyes and rest.
"Hey, sister." Jiao Liguo couldn't understand the sword cultivator's competition, so it was only Qingfang's competition that made him willing to take a serious look. Although the two people in the field are both famous disciples, and there will definitely be a big battle later, it is still not very interested. Instead, it started talking to Tong Meixue on the side, "You dress so seductively, what if you meet a bad guy? I I don’t mean anything else, I just think you are quite different.”
"Oh?" Tong Meixue came closer with a smile, "What's the difference?"
"You're very brave." Jiao Liguo glanced at the two melons and added in his mind: Anyway, the heart and the surrounding area are quite big.
"Haha." Tong Meixue said with a smile, "Women must always learn to use their own advantages. As long as you ensure that your strength can protect you from being subdued into a furnace, your advantages will often bring great potential. Value. My Yuanying used to be very conservative. Even though my sister wears sexy clothes, she doesn’t seem to be a serious person."
Tong Meixue proudly showed off the Shou Gong Sha on her arm which was covered by the bracelet, and said, "But my sister is a serious young lady, that is, some stinky men like me, so I can get their protection. I can't say this." It’s not to show off, but I hope you don’t look at my sister with those men’s contemptuous eyes, she will be sad.”
"Don't worry, I don't like human beings." Jiao Liguo thought for a moment, why not also transform into a woman? Will this be of great help to your own practice?
No, dad will beat me to death. I'd better turn into a pretty boy... a strong man who doesn't have to be pretty.
Not to mention Jiao Liguo and Jiang Yun, many monks around them were looking at her. Tong Meixue was wearing less clothes than the girls in the brothel. Looking at her previous style, she would talk to strange men wherever she went. Smiling, Xue Bai doesn't care at all when people look at her arbitrarily. This kind of woman calls herself a yellow flower girl? It's like the wordless heavenly book has taught an unparalleled genius. It's really hard to believe.
Only Qingfang, who had been silent all this time, suddenly clenched her right fist, and her tightly pursed lips turned white and trembled.
