Liu Yuan's air blade sword and the ghost soldier's mace collided violently, making a dull and loud sound.
Liu Yuan's eardrums were buzzing, and the ghost soldier's strength was three times greater than that of ordinary monks. Fortunately, although this ghost has high power, its movements are not very sensitive. Its attack moves are nothing more than straight horizontal and vertical slashes. Every time the stick is hit, it has to pause before it can attack again. Liu Yuan dodged and provoked, knocking down two enemies with one. Not left behind either.
Seeing this situation, Wu Xuan couldn't hold back his anger. He summoned two complete ghosts, which cost much more than Liu Yuan. Although it is not obvious how deep Liu Yuan's skills are, he should be able to persist for a long time based on his calmness and calmness in fighting against the two ghosts.
Wu Xuan made a quick decision and made rapid movements with his fingers. Bang bang bang, dust suddenly rose, and three more little ghosts appeared. They were only half the height of the ghost soldiers, holding a ring-headed sword in their hands. They had no armor on their bodies, but they were victorious. More flexible and maneuverable in movements.
In the first round, he summoned a combination of one large and two small, and the three ghosts knocked on the door and easily won the game.
In the second round, out of caution, he first recruited ghost soldiers with higher defense, but at the same time he lost mobility, and Liu Yuan saw the flaw.
After reinforcements, three little ghosts and two big ghosts surrounded Liu Yuan in a fan shape. If you can't break this formation, you have to be tough, and the balance of victory will naturally tip to Wu Xuan.
Of course, Liu Yuan was not a stupid boy. When he realized that the opponent was trying to encircle him, he immediately took action and performed lightening surgery on himself. He took a total of five ghosts, two big and three small, and started to circle around.
The little ghost was faster and could keep up with Liu Yuan's pace, but the big ghost was dragged behind. Although Wu Xuan tried his best to issue orders and control, the team was still scattered, unlike Liu Yuan's strict discipline back then. The ant army is literally in the sky and on the ground.
Moreover, Liu Yuan didn't just run away to waste time. If a kid rushed too hard and got alone, he would suddenly turn around and slash the kid away.
Not long after, two little ghosts were killed inadvertently, and Wu Xuan could only continue to summon more.
This time he made up five imps in one breath, trying to further reduce Liu Yuan's circle space. He was confident that once he had the crafty guy in the corner, the game would be over in no time.
Sure enough, the space for Liu Yuan to move around became smaller and smaller. Not only did the little ghost touch Liu Yuan's clothes several times, the big ghost also came closer more and more often.
Finally, during a fan-shaped offensive, Liu Yuan was forced into a blind corner, and the opening for escape was getting smaller and smaller.
However, Liu Yuan still did not slow down and rushed straight to the edge of the ring. The ghosts also clamored to follow him, and the encirclement narrowed again.
Isn't this asking for death? Everyone watching the battle, including Wu Xuan, was a little confused.
Something incredible happened suddenly. Liu Yuan abruptly changed his forward momentum, as if he was being held back by something. Then, he suddenly turned around and rushed in the opposite direction like an arrow. Come back and fly out of the encirclement in the lightning flash.
This time, everyone and the ghost were stunned. How did he suddenly change direction without slowing down?
Liu Yuan didn't wait for the stunned ghost soldiers to turn around, and rushed to the other side of the empty field, where there was only the unsuspecting Wu Xuan.
Only then did Wu Xuan realize the crisis. It was too late to summon the ghosts in the distance, so he hurriedly summoned two ghosts, one big and one small, to protect him. This was the maximum number that could be achieved with a little overdraft of spiritual power. .
The two ghosts had just taken shape, and before they had time to recognize the situation, Liu Yuan had already arrived. He used his long stick to hold the little ghost against him, while he dwarfed and accelerated, bypassing the big ghost and getting closer diagonally, and hit Wu with a palm strike. Xuan chest.
Liu Yuan's palm contained the energy of the spirit body, and Wu Xuan was sent flying high, vomiting blood. When he fell to the ground, the elder judge had already passed several feet of space and stopped the competition in time.
"You... ahem..." Wu Xuan knew that the other party was merciful, but he still had a question in his mind. He endured the pain and asked, "How... did you rush out..."
"Use your breath." Liu Yuan replied as simply as possible.
In fact, he drew on the wrestling matches he had seen. The contestants used the rope of the field fence to rebound and suddenly changed their stance to counterattack. This reversal of offense and defense is usually the most eye-catching part of a wrestling match.
And he made some improvements, using his own spiritual energy release technique, compressing the air cushion technique, releasing it in front, and using the instantaneous rebound of the air cushion to change direction. Facts have proved that the effect is greatly good.
This can also be regarded as another variant of the evolution of air film technology:
Air cushion catapult!
Wu Xuan, who summoned ghosts, had a weak defense, so he made one mistake and lost everything.
This time Liu Yuan had no surprises and won the game without any expenditure, and he was not even injured.
Ren Feng on the other side was not so lucky. Liu Yuan got off the ring and after a little digging, he learned the bad news about Ren Feng. He had been defeated and was seriously injured and was receiving emergency treatment.
He hurried to the rescue area. Ren Feng's body was covered in blood and he looked a little scary. But what was worse was that his aura was scattered and he was unconscious. Several seniors from Tianxin Peak were entering the spiritual energy to help him rebuild his internal circulation.
"Ren Feng!" Liu Yuan called his name close to his ear, but there was no response.
Time goes back to before the game, where Ren Feng was in the ring:
"Ren Feng, you have been unable to defeat me in the special family training," the other party, also a core disciple named Ren, named Ren Nanfeng, said straight to the point, "To tell you the truth, I don't want to spend too much, give up, Ren Feng, I owe you a big favor."
"Nan Feng, I am not targeting you personally. No matter who it is, I will give it a try." Ren Feng still looked relaxed and joking, "There is no reason to admit defeat without fighting."
"Okay, I have no intention of interfering with your choice. But don't worry, I will take care of it." Ren Nanfeng greeted you with a graceful clasped fist, showing the self-cultivation skills taught in his family.
Holding the flying stick magical weapon, Ren Nanfeng closed his eyes and performed the ritual, and saw the ordinary long stick emitting a pale yellow light and slowly rising into the sky. And his body also lit up with the same yellow light.
Ren Feng had seen his power during training before. Ren Nanfeng practiced the most orthodox route. He put Taoism first in his ascetic cultivation, and strived to have pure and deep spiritual power. He worked steadily and did not learn anything else randomly. Spells.
Back then, no matter what magical weapon he used, he could defeat Ren Feng head-on without any tricks.
The law enforcement elders who were skimming the formation on the side also nodded slightly when they saw the light on Ren Nanfeng's body was stable and restrained, and he was showing the appearance of a master for the first time.
Ren Feng was tens of feet away, but he still felt a lot of spiritual pressure, so he shouted loudly and threw the magic weapon high.
I saw the flying sticks swinging in the air, suddenly changing from reality to reality, one changed to two, two changed to four, four changed to eight. In the blink of an eye, dozens of flying sticks attacked Ren Nanfeng in a mighty manner, and the sticks were heavy and heavy. The shadow sealed all the space in front, behind, left and right of him.
This is the ability inspired by Ren Feng’s spiritual root mutation:
film.
