Practice starts with skill points

"Illusion!"

Zhong Lin also knows a little about illusion. There are some magicians in the folk of Xuangui Continent, and there are magicians in the previous life.

Low-level illusion is just to use some special skills or light and shadow to deceive people's eyes, so as to hide, disappear, or make the fake look real.

The higher-level illusion can only be done by warriors. It is performed through some secret methods or special spiritual essence. It changes in thousands of ways, making people unable to defend against it. It changes at will, hides the tracks, confuses the enemy, and is unparalleled.

It is said that the higher-level illusion is no longer an illusion. When the fake is true, the real is also fake. It can even create things in the void.

Sang Qianqin naturally cannot do this, but her illusion is indeed very clever.

Zhong Lin is also a man who has experienced many battles. Seeing such a scene, he was not panicked at all. The next moment, his whole body shook, and the void trembled immediately. Endless dragon energy was projected from the dark void and sank into the acupoints of Zhong Lin's body.

"Roar!"

The void vibrated, and Zhong Lin's acupoints were all over his body. The dragon energy cast from the dark was agitated, and a faint green scale formed on the surface of his acupoints. All the scales were sliding constantly. There were faint and loud dragon roars in the void, which looked like a huge real dragon passing through Zhong Lin's body.

"Eight Desolate Dragon God, body protection magic, condense!"

Zhong Lin suddenly shouted, and saw that the dragon-shaped phantom wandering in his body continued to condense, from the phantom to the real manifestation, and turned into eight real dragons surrounding his body.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

At this time, Sang Qianqin also resolutely came from all directions, and thousands of figures held spiritual swords and stabbed from all sides.

However, surrounded by eight real dragons, Zhong Lin had no flaws on his body, and easily blocked all of Sang Qianqin's attacks.

"Junior Sister Sang, if your attack is just this, then admit defeat!"

Zhong Lin raised his hands, and a huge light cannon condensed into a dragon shape, rushing out directly.

This light cannon is like the aurora, bright and dazzling, and the crystal light penetrates the sky and the earth.

"Polar Light, Xuantian True Evil, Yin and Yang are surging, breaking the evil obstacles, dragon-shaped true evil wave."

This is the secret technique in "Xuantian Hualong Jue", which is extremely powerful and can easily flatten a mountain.

Sang Qianqin, who was trying to break through Zhong Lin's defense, was also shocked. Just as he was about to dodge, he saw a dragon-shaped aurora rushing in front of him. He couldn't dodge in time and hit him directly in the face.

"Nine Palace Sword Formation."

Sang Qianqin changed his moves in a hurry, shouted loudly, and his spiritual essence was surging. The nine palace patterns appeared on his body, and in the center of each pattern, a virtual shadow of his own spiritual sword was suspended, colliding with the dragon-shaped true evil wave.

Boom!

A violent roar was heard, and the Nine Palace Sword Formation blocked all the dragon-shaped true evil waves. The high-speed rotation made a sizzling sound, and light rain flew everywhere, as if it was raining aurora.

"Gold of five metals, the shape of the sun and the moon, the wandering dragon sword cuts."

Sang Qianqin's figure suddenly disappeared in the aurora rain, and once again showed her strong strength. Ten thousand sword lights spurted out of her body, and they merged with the spirit sword in her hand, turning into a sword energy like a thread, condensed to the extreme, and came to kill Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin's face was extremely cold. He rubbed his hands together, and the phantom of the Eight Desolate Divine Dragon surrounding him actually gathered with his palm, and finally turned from virtual to real, condensing into a real dragon of a hundred feet.

"Great Zhoutian Ten Thousand Dragons are annihilated!"

Roar!

A dragon roar resounded throughout the world, and suddenly, the entire arena was full of dragon-shaped phantoms. The disciples dozens of miles away felt a tightness in their chests for a while, as if a mountain was pressing on their hearts.

Facing the real dragon summoned by Zhong Lin, Sang Qianqin gritted her teeth and drove the spirit sword to continue to hit without dodging.

But the next moment, her face changed wildly, because she suddenly found that her spirit sword was swaying left and right, and shot out of control.

"This... is not good!"

Sang Qianqin was anxious, and hurriedly sensed the spirit sword and suppressed it with her spirit essence.

But it was too late.

Boom! Boom! Rumble! Rumble!

The space was still for more than a moment, and the sound of countless stars exploding was still roaring.

"Wow!"

Sang Qianqin spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, and the whole person was directly knocked away, hitting the mountain in the distance, and then fell down.

Zhong Lin stepped on the ground and appeared directly in front of Sang Qianqin, looking down from above, raising his arms.

"I give up."

Sang Qianqin shouted hurriedly, fearing that she would be killed by a punch if she shouted too late.

Zhong Lin's aura slowly dissipated after hearing this, and he was not as violent as before.

The referee spoke at the right time.

"Zhong Lin, win."

Sang Qianqin endured the pain and stood up slowly, staring at Zhong Lin with a pair of eyes.

"How did you do it? Why is my sword out of control?"

No mistakes!

Zhong Lin smiled calmly and said, "I am also interested in Junior Sister Sang's illusion. Let's exchange ideas when we have time."

Sang Qianqin also knew that what she said just now was a bit too presumptuous. After all, it was in public, and the competition had not ended yet. No one wanted to expose their cards too much.

After calming down the vibrating spirit in her body, she smiled and said, "If you are interested, Qianqin will welcome you after the competition is over."

"Okay, okay."

After the battle, cheers came. In addition to Chu Yu and others, there were also other outer disciples who shouted enthusiastically.

In the martial arts world, the strong are respected. If Zhong Lin was famous for his status as a seventh-grade alchemist before, his reputation has now spread throughout the outer disciples of Tianjian City.

As long as there is no accident, it is a sure thing for the inner disciples to be in the top ten of the competition. Moreover, now that he has been promoted to the top five, it is not impossible for him to be a true disciple.

What is a true disciple?

That is the real face of the holy land. His cultivation is at least a strong man in the realm of life and death.

The realm of life and death! Such a cultivation is an unparalleled strong man no matter where he is placed. He has lived for three thousand years and is a real ancestor-level figure.

Now they only regret why they didn't get to know Zhong Lin earlier, and he is a seventh-grade alchemist.

If they knew that Zhong Lin had already been promoted to the eighth grade, they would probably regret it even more, the kind of regret that would turn their intestines green.

After the battle, Zhong Lin took off into the air and was about to fly away, but he saw several figures coming from a distance.

Three men and one woman.

The woman Zhong Lin knew, it was Lou Yue that Chu Yu and others had been talking about.

The person on Lou Yue's left is a young man with a strange face and black hair. This "black hair" is not an adjective, but his hair is really blue.

He is wearing a yellow robe and a blue spiritual sword on his back, which looks very evil.

On Lou Yue's right is a tall young man with a cold face and a black robe. The whole person exudes a sword intent that soars to the sky. People feel a sense of pain in their eyes if they look at him a few more times, as if the person in front of them is not a person at all, but a sword that pierces the sky.

The last person wears a silver crown, silver-white armor, and cloud-patterned combat boots. He has deep eyebrows and eyes, and a jade-like face, just like a god of war.