Lin Du felt that his eyes and ears were short-sighted, otherwise he would have heard about a cooking cultivator's dragon-slaying sword technique.
But if you think about it carefully, dragons can also eat, so it makes sense for a chef to kill a dragon.
She must not be blind, Lin Du convinced himself, channeled his spiritual power, and was ready to fight at any time.
The man trapped in the formation was dressed fiercely in red. He was obviously holding two kitchen knives. The blades were dim and only the blades were a little bright. However, when he thrust down both knives, he could faintly hear the dragon's roar.
The sword energy was swung out, and the cold current in the formation was rolled into the same direction. Countless snowflakes were drawn into a straight and neat line by the two sword energy, and the sword energy reversed in the next moment.
The candle dragon blows winter and calls for summer, and in the candle dragon sword technique, the sword energy naturally has two phases.
The two blades split open the bitter cold. In the blink of an eye, the four-phase array reached midsummer. The flowing fire was fierce. In the steaming heat with water vapor, the monk in red stood up with two swords, grabbing hold of the changes and finding them. The living door was split open directly.
This time everyone couldn't sit still.
"It really is the Zhulong sword technique!"
"Isn't the Zhulong Sword Technique a secret skill of the Jiang family? And it can't be used by anyone without a pure bloodline!"
"The dragon roars as soon as the sword is drawn. The concentration of this bloodline should be extremely high!"
"But isn't her name called Fengyan? If she has the blood of the Jiang family, how could she become a cook in a sect that is not a good cook?"
Lin Du heard clearly now that the Zhulong Saber Technique was not the Dragon Slaying Saber Technique.
Not to mention that the dragon-slaying sword technique is probably in the story book, but the roar of the dragon when the sword is drawn is obviously not from slaying a dragon, it is very powerful.
The illusory formation was shattered, Feng Yan was dressed in red, as fierce as fire, holding two swords, and was heading towards the monk in blue who always lowered his eyes.
Lin Du sighed, calculating his remaining spiritual power, and did not seal the Xue Yuan Dan again.
The snow-glazed folding fan and the blades of the two swords brushed against each other, splashing a mist of water. When the two of them were facing each other, Lin Du raised his eyes and met Feng Yan's gaze.
They were a pair of eyes that did not quite fit in with the aesthetics of Zhongzhou people. The lines were too sharp and pointed, and they were filled with blazing ambition. They were like wildfires on a prairie fire in autumn. With a little room, they would move forward with overwhelming force.
Lin Du gave up the idea of setting up another formation on the side just now, quickly absorbed spiritual power in his dantian, used Tai Chi skills, closed the floating fan, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.
Sitting on the seat, Xia Tian Wu's eyes moved slightly, "Yuan Shui Tai Chi Fan?"
She did know that Lin Du not only learned boxing techniques, but also the corresponding fan techniques. However, the floating fan, a spiritual treasure in itself, had extremely powerful moves. Lin Du had never used it since the fight.
In the ninth level of Tai Chi, the first level is to cultivate the body, the second level is to attack and defend, and the third level is to be perfect. Now Lin Du should be in the third level. He can achieve spiritual harmony while attacking and defending, and can maximize his moves without hurting the body. harm.
But I saw that the figure of the monk in green on the ring was extremely stable, like a long stream of strong water, and his every move made a sound.
The silver energy and the red sword energy collided frequently. At the feast, you could almost hear the rhythmic sound of chopping vegetables, like a chef in full swing. But when it came to Lin Du, it was clear that she was succeeding in every move. It just feels inexplicably calm and calm like flowing water on a small bridge.
The situation was extremely fragmented, but Lin Du was not as relaxed as others thought.
The Zhulong Sword Technique is extremely powerful. It has a specific breathing frequency in conjunction with the Zhulong Heart Technique. The sword qi is intertwined but it is difficult to figure out. One is cold and the other is strong. Different sword qi require different powers to deal with.
But Lin Du still couldn't figure out how to break her inherent rules.
The fierceness in Feng Yan's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and the sword was so fierce that it forced people to retreat.
Seeing that he was about to be forced to the edge of the ring, Lin Du was forced to fall back and finally raised his hand. When the opponent's two swords crossed each other, a fan was stuck in the intertwined arms, and then he raised his foot to attack the opponent's lower body.
Feast's lower body is extremely stable, Lin Du is rushing forward every day, and his leg strength cannot be underestimated.
When the two were in a stalemate, Sheng Yan met Lin Du's eyes, and he keenly noticed that the color of those abnormal gray eyes was getting darker little by little, as if...
The snow melted.
Lin Du straightened his back, took advantage of his strength, and leaped into the air. His folding fan unfolded with a clatter, smoothly grazing the closed swords.
Sheng Yan turned around quickly and returned to defense. He flew across the river with a move, crossed his arms as much as possible and then swung out two sword auras across the entire arena, just as he was about to intercept Lin Du who was coming down.
Yuan Ye, who was still chewing pecans at the Supreme Sect's table, crushed the pecans with a click and stood up immediately.
"Uncle Junior!" Everyone on the side had already stood up, and now their hearts were in their throats.
Lin Du couldn't hang these two swords in the air for too long, and they were just on Lin Du's trajectory. Feng Yan had spotted the clues in Lin Du's footwork and used them.
Either retreat directly outside the ring, or carry it alive...
But now they have been fighting for a long time, and the formation of the formation has exhausted their spiritual power and consciousness. Now they are afraid that they are at the end of their rope. How can they resist?
The Snow Yuan Dan in the dantian decreased rapidly, and the vigorous power of ice and snow rushed into Lin Du's dantian, and like opening a floodgate to release water, it rushed into the meridians and reached Lin Du's hands.
With a click, the barrier was completely broken through, and the aura of the person in the air changed, showing the pressure of the Great Perfection of Soaring Cloud Realm!
There was an uproar in the stands.
"What is this? Is it a tradition of the Supreme Sect to break through in battle?"
"Breakthrough after breakthrough! Let no one live!"
But seeing the cyan figure leaning back strangely, like a soaring crane in the sky, Shengsheng changed its downward direction to a leaping state, and the floating fan unfolded, and the sound it made was the crisp sound of crystals striking each other. sound.
It was that sound that made Xia Tian Wu's eyes light up.
The strength of Tai Chi Fan's moves can be determined by opening and closing them.
This sound...
But Lin Du was almost parallel to the arena and had already swung out a fan.
Spiritual power fell from the sky like an avalanche, and landslides poured down one after another. With a biting coldness and extremely strong impact, they roared down, collided with the two blades of sword energy, and collided with countless ice crystal snow beads. Soon, The two sword auras were buried and rushed towards the sword-wielding feast.
Feng Fang folded his hands to resist, but he was already on the verge of collapse.
Lin Du's spiritual power increased instead of decreasing. After three fans, the fans closed and the fiery red figure had fallen into the ring.
The ice crystals fell to the ground and made a small crashing sound. Lin Du turned the fan into the palm of his hand, raised his hand and saluted, "I'm sorry, fellow Taoist."
Feng Fang put away the knife and saluted her, "Be taught by fellow Taoists."
Everyone has a last resort, how do you know that someone else's last move is really just the last move?
Just like she thought Lin Du's limits were formations and Tai Chi, but Lin Du's last few moves might be his real back-up moves.
A breakthrough on the spot is worthy of being the most talented person.
The war drums beat, and the great leader loudly announced the winner, "Zhongzhou Competition, first place in the youth individual competition, Lin Du!"
The stands were filled with joy and excitement. Lin Du straightened up, jumped under the ring, and stopped the feast, "Um...fellow Taoist, if you are hosting the banquet...are you on a business trip? Are you going to Dingjiucheng?"
Feast: Huh?
