Even though he had gathered the crystal spirit in his mind on the first night, he may not be as mentally strong as Nangong Bingyu. The latter must be better at activating Zhou Tian's energy with both of them at the same time. However, at this time, the former controlled the tornado and told the spin The vortex formed by the storm is like a black hole, wildly devouring the energy of the surrounding sky.
That's right, tornadoes can absorb Zhou Tian's energy like crazy, and can even forcibly seize Zhou Tian's energy mobilized by Nangong Bingyu to strengthen themselves.
The tornado storm was controlled by the first night, which was equivalent to him forcibly seizing the energy mobilized by Nangong Bingyu.
Can't wait any longer, this was what Nangong Bingyu thought in her heart. She shouted softly, and stabbed down with the energy condensed from the nine swords united into one.
Suddenly, the extremely terrifying sword intent filled the air, and even the terrifying tornado storm tended to stagnate in the face of this powerful sword intent.
What's more, the sword wings on Nangong Bingyu's back are also integrated into the energy sword, which increases the power of the energy sword.
The energy sword stabbed straight down, piercing the sky and the earth, so arrogant.
Before the energy sword arrived, the sword energy spurted out first.
Thousands of sword qi are like thousands of small swords, each one is more powerful. Even if the body-protecting golden light is used with all one's strength on the first night, it may not be able to withstand it.
Even if it resists one or two or even dozens of sword qi, so what if there are thousands of sword qi, like an ant swallowing an elephant, it can shatter the protective golden light and then kill the master who casts the golden light.
In a word, if the first night had not taken any further actions at this time, he would have been directly killed by thousands of sword energies, not to mention the energy sword that was several times more terrifying and the nine ancient swords combined into one.
The first night he moved, he muttered something: "The big roc rises with the wind in one day, and soars up to 90,000 miles. The third style of the Wandering Dragon Spear is named - Fuyao!"
Speaking of these first night, he raised his spear to the sky, and his whole body started to spin, spinning faster and faster with the tornado.
As it rotated, the tornado actually began to shrink, and soon it covered the first night and formed an energy gun.
The terrifying gun power filled the air with the high-speed rotation of the energy gun, like swords and swords.
As the energy gun was completely formed, a terrifying aura that was not weaker than the energy sword condensed by Nangong Bingyu flowed out.
On the first night after the energy gun was completely formed, the gun soared upwards, facing the energy sword falling from the sky.
The energy sword is filled with sword intent, and the power of the sword piercing the earth is extremely terrifying!
The big energy gun shoots out with force, and it has the tendency to break through the sky with one big shot, it is unparalleled in its domineering power!
The tip of a needle versus the awn of wheat, the two are evenly matched!
The terrifying gun power generated by the high-speed rotation of the energy gun easily crushed thousands of sword energy, and then directly hit the energy sword.
The collision between the two was like a comet hitting the earth. The terrifying energy raged, and the entire martial arts stage was violently shaken. The aroused air waves swept the entire venue, making it difficult for outsiders to see clearly what was happening here. Only Tong Tian and Nangong Bing could see. Only extremely powerful bosses such as Yu's father can see clearly what is happening in the field.
With bursts of clicking sounds, the energy sword and energy spear showed signs of cracks, and then completely collapsed, and even more terrifying energy swept out.
However, on the first night, Nangong Bingyu and Nangong Bingyu's attacks still did not stop, and the dark spear hit the sword that was made of nine ancient swords.
There was a sound of gold and stone clashing, as clear and clear as a dragon's roar. The gun intent and the sword intent collided, and even more terrifying energy was released.
After a while, the soaring first night came to an abrupt end, and then it fell as fast as a meteorite, even faster than it had lifted off before.
When he landed on the martial arts stage on the first night, the ground trembled, and a large pit about three to four feet deep appeared.
There was a violent cough, and his face turned as red as blood on the first night. Then he couldn't hold back anymore and spit out a mouthful of blood, and his whole body became a little sluggish.
However, on the first night, he forced himself to stand up straight, with the spear stationed, but he did not fall down!
Although his spirit was sluggish, his eyes were clearer than ever on the first night. He raised his head and looked at the sky, or to be precise, at the beautiful shadow on the sky.
Facing the terrifying shot on the first night, even Nangong Bingyu's energy sword couldn't completely suppress it. Under the terrifying force, she only felt a tightness in her chest, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, spreading into the sky, like The petals are as bright as red.
Nangong Bingyu rose into the sky involuntarily like a kite with its string cut off. It was a long time before she began to land. To be precise, she fell, falling at a very fast speed. Only then did she have time to calm down the surging energy in her body.
After that, he used the remaining mental power to control the ancient sword to drag himself down, and then slowed down the falling speed step by step. Otherwise, falling from such a high altitude would have turned her into a pulp at such a terrifying speed. Even after the late stage of body refining, his The body is much stronger than that of ordinary monks in the body refining period.
After finally landing on the ground, Nangong Bingyu couldn't help but cough violently, and there was a bit of flushing in her pale face, a strange flush!
It was obvious that Nangong Bingyu also suffered severe internal injuries from the previous blow, but he just suppressed it.
Even so, she still had to rely on the sword in her hand to keep herself from falling, which was no different from the first night.
At this time, Nangong Bingyu was extremely tired and her whole body was in unbearable pain, but she remained silent and stubbornly prevented herself from falling.
It was the same on the first night. Two equally stubborn people looked at each other, both wanting to see who couldn't hold on and fell first.
Whoever falls first will naturally lose. At this time, both of them were stubborn and refused to admit defeat. This was not the same as what they had discussed before.
For a long time, neither of them fell down, and they began to slowly adjust their breath to repair their injuries. At this point, the two of them were evenly matched.
Although he is physically stronger than Nangong Bingyu because he has three crystal souls, especially the crystal soul in the heart that can nourish the whole body, after all, he has just broken through to the body refining stage on the first night. At this time, his physical advantage is compared to Nangong Bingyu Ice rain is not noticeable.
After all, Nangong Bingyu is a monk in the late stage of body refining, and has two crystal souls. Even if his body is not much better than the first night, the Qi she refines is purer and more beneficial to healing injuries.
Both have their own advantages, and their recovery from injuries is evenly matched.
In this way, the two of them stared at each other in disbelief, while trying to recover from their injuries as much as possible.
It is worth mentioning that because they had to suppress the surge of energy and injuries in their bodies, the two of them could not speak for the time being, and could only stare at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them are at war with each other, with no one accepting the other, and it is very likely that another fight between dragons and tigers will inevitably follow.
Only the city lord, Dr. Murong and other big guys at their level could tell that the two of them were at the end of their fight on the first night, but neither of them gave up and held on.
After a long time, Nangong Bingyu was the first to recover the ability to speak, but she said word for word: "The marksmanship I just learned is good and very strong."
"You, your swordsmanship is also very good, very strong."
Not to be outdone on the first night, he couldn't help but cough violently as soon as he finished speaking, and then vomited out a mouthful of blood.
"I have understood this sword for a while, but you have only recently understood it. In the end, you still win."
"I was able to use this shot with the help of Qingwu's tornado. It's considered as using the power of others, but it doesn't count as a win. What's more, I didn't win against you."
"You have just broken through to the body refining stage and have not yet stabilized your state. In addition, my state is higher than yours. This result is considered a defeat for me."
"It's not like you don't know my situation. Realm doesn't have a big impact on my strength. Even if I stabilize my realm and even break through to the late stage of body refining, it will be the same as now. Even if no one helps me, I may not be able to perform it. Take a shot out of Fuyao."
"It seems that you have also awakened the wind attribute gene, and even refined the wind attribute Qi in the crystal soul of your heart. This means that you can cast the tornado storm by yourself, and it will take time for me to condense the sword intention and energy sword. You and I can both use marksmanship or sword skills."
"That's true, that means I can use this gun alone in the future, haha..." 33
"Look how proud you are, you look like a villain."
"I'm really happy. After all, I've learned a brand new shooting technique, and the power looks pretty good so far."
Silence, a long silence, Nangong Bingyu nodded sincerely: "To be able to understand such a marksmanship, and it is almost the most suitable marksmanship for the power of the wind attribute gene, you are indeed extremely talented."
"You have understood the heart of the sword, and you have mastered more sword techniques than me. Speaking of which, your understanding and talent are much higher than mine."
"Are we complimenting each other? Since we are complimenting each other, why don't you admit defeat and stick with me?"
"Ahem, one size is the same, aren't you holding on too?"
"Who said I was holding on? Don't you think I saw that you were hurt and couldn't bear to bully you anymore?"
"You can't bear it when I'm at a disadvantage during the competition, right?"
He blurted out on the first night, and without waiting for Nangong Bingyu's expression to change, he continued: "So I judge that you are also holding on, otherwise you would have come to beat me if I was so arrogant."
"Okay, you're right, I'm just holding on. I'm at the end of my strength now and I can fall down at any time."
Nangong Bingyu said, her voice getting lower and lower, and her face getting paler and paler, with blood even spilling from the corners of her mouth from time to time.
"My situation is similar."
He didn't hide anything on the first night. He lowered his voice when he thought of something: "How about I fall down first and let you win? Your winning seems to be more important than me."
"It's not necessary. I don't care about the victory that comes from me, especially from you. It's too low."
"That makes me feel like a weak chicken. Oh, forget it. I won't argue with you anymore. Let's talk about business. Is it possible that we just keep holding on like this?"
"This is good, we can chat alone."
The city lord, Yang Ye and others had naturally seen their situation on the first night. They left after knowing that neither of them had the strength to fight anymore, so they were the only ones left on the entire martial arts stage. If they lowered their voices, You don't have to worry about others hearing you.
"Okay, let's have a chat, tsk tsk, your sword case is pretty good. Carrying it on your back is very cool. It's much more stylish than me carrying a long spear."
"If you like, I can lend it to you for a few days, and you can play with it."
"Forget it, a gentleman doesn't take what others like."
"You don't seem to be a gentleman."
"You're looking down on people."
"I'm just telling the truth. By the way, the spear technique and name of your previous shot are the ones you mentioned before. Don't you want to change them?"
"Do you have a better spear technique and name?"
"Maybe not."
"That's fine then."
"I feel like you're a little bit arrogant, and I can't help but want to beat you up."
"Ahem, you can't move yet. If you could move, you would have beaten me already. What's more, even if you could move, I wouldn't necessarily let you bully me."
"Let's talk about spear skills. Spear Intent and Spear Techniques are very good. The name Fuyao is also very vivid and very good."
"I think so too."
"..."
Next, the two chatted casually, looking like they were not perfect. They were not in a hurry, but the audience in the martial arts performance stage couldn't help but urge them. Some even said that they started to fake fights, and one of them was Ye Ye. The people from the Sha and Longteng mercenary groups screamed the loudest.
Some people died, but not completely...
