Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

"What a coincidence..."

Fang Zhilong twitched the corners of his mouth viciously, folded his arms and raised his head, "The Qi Xiu who fired the cannon and exploded the side disciples of our Fang family, it seems to be you?"

Standing on the competition platform in the middle pavilion of Jingui Palace, Song Youdu remained silent with an ugly expression on his face.

It seems that luck is not very good.Fang Zhilong is already a half-step Golden Core cultivation base, and he is no threat in the hands of the senior and second senior brothers, but he is definitely not an opponent he can defeat.

Logically speaking, at this time, one should be ahead of the opponent's move... Hurry up and admit defeat to ensure safety.

Under the stage, Xun Mingsi's face was slightly gloomy: "Xiao Wu, come down!"

But Song Youdu continued to remain silent without saying a word.Normally speaking, admit defeat easily, but on the tip of the tongue, it is as heavy as a thousand weights.

He is not afraid of admitting defeat, it is his habit to be shameless; but his second senior brother is shameless.

He could not afford to lose his own face, but not his senior brother's.

The referee gave an order, and the atmosphere on the stage suddenly became tense.Fang Zhilong snorted twice, and proudly drew out his knife: "There is something that I will let you know next."

The blade has a brilliant brilliance, and it is a rare and good fairy weapon in the world.

"Anyone who has anything to do with the evil star of Yin Fate is doomed... no, get, good, die!"

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South Pavilion.

Lu Chen's heart sank afterwards.

A finger rested there gently.

Lu Chen thought it was strange, very strange.

His sword should have already pierced Lin Lingqing's heart, but why was it that his back heart was restrained?

Lu Chen blinked hard.

As a result, the afterimage of "Lin Lingqing" pointed at by the tip of his sword disappeared.

Just because it's too fast.

It was so fast that he couldn't catch it even with his cultivation as a monk in the consecration period, so he mistook the afterimage for a real person, and thus drew his sword, and stabbed in the air.

When Lu Zhenyi turned his head, he felt dizzy for a moment.

The moonlight was pouring down, Lin Lingqing was standing quietly behind him, the index finger that had just touched his lips was now resting on the back of Sanxiu's heart.

Lu Chenyi's face turned from blue to red, and then from red to purple. He trembled from the humiliation and resentment, and gasped violently, "You, you..."

Lin Lingqing said indifferently: "You lost."

one move?

Can poking the enemy's back heart with your fingertips count as a move?

Lin Lingqing thinks it counts.Different from this insidious casual cultivator who kept going back and forth, he was a man of integrity after all.

Once you have agreed to make a move, you will always come up with a move.

Lu Chenyi suddenly roared unwillingly!

The moment Lin Lingqing let go of his hand, he twisted his body back to the sword, and the blade of the sword suddenly exploded with more than a dozen dazzling sword lights, and slashed down towards Lin Lingqing's long and slender neck!

Lin Lingqing didn't seem to know.

Behind him, the sword light went out as soon as it rose.

crackling...

Under Lu Chen's astonished gaze, the fairy sword in his hand suddenly began to break from the tip.

Because he cut an arc horizontally, the fragments fell to the ground crisply, connecting into a small half circle shape, reflecting a silver light in the moonlight, clearly showing the shamelessness and incompetence of the owner.

"This...impossible," Lu Chen fell to the ground with his legs limp, and he murmured dully, "Impossible..."

one move?

It's just a trick, a trick that doesn't contain aura.

During the referee's loud sentence, Lin Lingqing stepped over the railing and took his own Tunan sword from Fang Zhiyuan.A khaki talisman fell from his palm and turned into flying ash.

He did say no to a sword, but nothing else.

Song Wu once refined the device-dissolving talisman for him to play with, and it was called "Qi-dissolving talisman".Song Youdu said at that time:

——"If someone displeases the senior brother, the senior brother will release his weapon. The monk will look good without the weapon; the senior brother will find it interesting and feel better when the villain changes his face. That's why it's called "relieving qi." symbol'."

Lin Lingqing is indeed in a good mood now, but his little misfortune seems to be far from relieved.

Fang Zhiyuan whispered annoyed: "This kind of scum is worth your hands? Your fingers are dirty." It should be kicked down.

Lin Lingqing put his hand on Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder, and said softly, "Then let me rub it on you to clean it up."

Fang Zhiyuan cut him coldly, pulled his wrist with his backhand, and directly dragged him onto his calamity knife.

Under the shocked and suspicious gazes of all the onlookers, the two of them flew to Song Youdu's Zhongge with their minds on the imperial weapon.

Before reaching the ground, I saw the flames soaring into the sky, lighting up half of the night sky, and even the clouds were burning red.

In the distance, a loud bang of "铛——" came, and the echo was continuous and deafening!

Lin Lingqing was slightly startled, and said in a low voice: "This is the sound of a mountain hammer? Why did Xiao Wu sacrifice this thing, shouldn't he be fighting someone? ... Who is he fighting? "

"Stand firm." Fang Zhiyuan said in a deep voice, and pointed to the long knife under his foot, "I'll hurry over and have a look!"

The top floor of the middle pavilion.

On the eaves of the building, Song Youdu's hair was disheveled by the hot wind, and behind him was a long shadow cast by the light of the fire.

He stretched out his left hand, and a huge cauldron with the height of three adult men was lying in front of him like an iron wall; he raised his right hand high, and a small black hammer was hanging high in the sky.

——It is Song Youdu's two life-saving artifacts, "Black Flame Cauldron" and "Small Mountain Hammer"!

The huge tripod and the small hammer were made of unknown materials, and the moonlight and firelight fell on it, and the light seemed to be absorbed, unable to reflect any bright colors.

Song Youdu's eyes lit up, he clenched his left hand violently, and swung his right hand down!

Immediately, the flames of the giant cauldron jumped twice as high, the small hammer fell heavily, and there was another ear-piercing sound of "铛——"!

"what!!!"

Immediately, a scream resounded like killing a pig.

"Bastard! Stop——" Fang Zhilong's eyes were bloodshot, and he spit out blood madly on the opposite side of the competition venue, "My knife, my magic knife!!"

Lin Lingqing and Fang Zhiyuan, who had just arrived, stopped above the junior brother, and looked intently into Song Wu's giant cauldron.

I saw a fairy long knife stuck in the cauldron, which was deformed out of shape under the continuous fire and beating.

And Song Youdu hid behind the Black Flame Cauldron, blankly producing refining runes one by one.

Raising his hand suddenly, he threw out a handful of "Mianyu Linglong Sand"; raising his hand again, he threw in two "comet stones", and they all fell into the black flame cauldron!

Some of the spectators were going crazy: "What is he doing!!?"

Fang Zhilong also went crazy: "What are you doing!!?"

Song Youdu opened a pair of dead fish eyes and said, "A weapon refiner."

Song Youdu: "Eldest brother told me that the geniuses in Jingui's test are for refining weapons..."

With that said, the hammer fell again!

clang--

Lin Lingqing: "..."

He innocently said to Fang Zhiyuan: "I didn't."

Song Youdu: "No, the original words don't seem to be like that, but that's pretty much what it means. I remember."

Clank——! !

The fire in the cauldron was burning, and Fang Zhilong's original long knife had melted into a ball of bright liquid, shrinking and shrinking.

"I—I'm going to kill you!! Brat, you're looking for death! You're looking for death!!" Fang Zhilong's forehead was bulging with blue veins, and his eyes seemed to spew fire with hatred.

He also doesn't care about the etiquette of the son of a dignified family... It's a fairy weapon that he plans to make a natal contract in the future. After so many years of forging, at least 10,000+ spirit stones have been smashed down! !

The spiritual power in his body suddenly surged, and with a roar, he punched forward with both fists wrapped in red lights, and a string of phantoms of vicious tigers emerged!

The strength was so strong that the tiles under his feet were cracked, and he hit more than ten feet in a blink of an eye.

Song Youdu concentrated all his attention on one hammer and one tripod, and threw out a defensive armor with his hands, so all the blows of the fist were blocked.

The mountain hammer fell again!

clang clang-

Even Fang Zhilong was furious and bombarded with magic and martial arts, but he couldn't break through the defensive magic weapons that Song Wuqiankun threw out one after another in his bag.

Spectators from all walks of life have long been stunned, pointing and dancing in the night.

"God, how dare he destroy the fairy artifact of the second son of the Fang family!?"

"This Second Young Master Fang has never suffered such a big loss since he was born, how dare Xuyun people..."

"When he exhausts his defense magic weapon, wouldn't he be sure to die!"

In mid-air, Fang Zhiyuan finally couldn't help laughing out loud.He straightened his upper body and shouted towards the lower head: "Song Wu! Make a hairpin and bring it back as a gift for Little Brown Tang!"

Lin Lingqing didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he also smiled: "That's good, listen to A Yuan."

Song Youdu played the last rune.The mountain hammer suddenly flashed black brilliance, and fell ninety-nine 81 times in an instant, clanging and clanging endlessly, and the black flame cauldron was overflowing with brilliance——

After the brilliance dissipated, there was no trace of Fang Zhilong's fairy sword in the black giant cauldron.

A small hairpin lit with red bead flowers slowly floated out from the tripod.

Complete!

The spectators in the audience were dumbfounded.

Even the monk Jinguigong who was the referee was stunned.

Song Wuyi beckoned, put the flower hairpin in the Qiankun bag, and took back the mountain hammer and the black flame cauldron with his thoughts.He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and finally Fang Zhilong said: "I should have thanked you for the knife. But you are from the Fang family, so I will not be polite."

After finishing speaking, Song Youdu shook his hand at the referee: "Hey, let's go here, I can't beat this man, I admit defeat."

The author has something to say: Song Wu: Although I can't beat you, I can relieve Qi (cross out).