Turned a corner while ascending

As soon as this person appeared, the Yuji sword in the air clicked tut tut: "This kid is really dishonest, he picked the one who is the most durable."

Jin bowed his head humbly, and asked if he didn't understand: "Senior Yu, what do you say? Please give me some pointers."

Yujijian touched his small chin, and pointed out: "The Lianhuangzong and the Baiqimen are both sects that mainly focus on refining weapons. , is the only sect that does not rely on magic weapons to win, and its Taoism is also very special, all of them have copper skin and iron bones, and are very resistant to fighting."

"Look at the one who fought against Ye Nian before, who ever used magic weapons, their bodies are the best magic weapons, and this, in my opinion, should be the most resistant among the twelve juniors, Lian Huang The kid should be aiming for stability, first use up the real energy of the boy Bai, and then win in one fell swoop, right? In the duel, it depends on the character of the boy Bai. It's easier to fall into his trap."

After finishing speaking, he smiled badly, and before the competition started, he suddenly shouted: "Boy Ye Nian, lend the flying sword in your hand to Boy Bai."

Ye Nian was stunned, thinking, doesn't Bai Zhizhuo have the Emperor Sword?It's still a natal magic weapon. His flying sword is only a standard equipment for the inner sect. Although it can be regarded as an upper-middle-level magic weapon, it is far inferior to the king's sword.

Bai Zhizhuo was also stunned, and after a second thought, he understood what Senior Yu meant.

Does he mean that he cannot win with the power of the emperor's sword?

From Lianhuangzong's point of view, this young disciple who has just advanced to the fourth rank doesn't even have a decent magic weapon, and needs to borrow it before the battle, so he can't help but look down on him even more.

Ye Nian caressed the flying sword that had been with him for many years, raised his hand and threw it away.

Bai Zhizhuo caught it, and the flying sword was sharp and shining, and it trembled slightly when he held it in his hand.

A little uncomfortable, but barely.

Seeing Bai Zhizhuo took over the flying sword, Fanzhen announced that the competition began.

But Jin looked at Senior Yu who was staring at the ring intently, and felt amused.

If he wanted to see Bai Zhizhuo's miscalculation, then Senior Yu was doomed to fail.

Because this Dabai brother has an innate reserve of true energy that makes him jealous!How could it be easily squeezed dry.

The disciple of the Lianhuang Sect grinned, his muscles twisted and his face was extremely ferocious: "Little boy, my name is Tongcong, what's your name?"

The flying sword was hanging about two inches below Bai Zhizhuo's hand. He raised his hand, ignored Tong Cong's words, and pinched his sword finger. The flying sword crossed an arc and circled around him. After getting acquainted with each other, he shot and go.

A sword cultivator can attack from a distance, defend when entering, and has the invincible and unexpected sword light formed by the unique skill of releasing sword energy. It is simply a dense sword ball, and there is almost no place to start.

However, although there is a saying that a sword breaks all spells, Dharma cultivators have also summed up some experience in their constant confrontation with sword cultivators. Powerful, but the most powerful thing is that it is only a few feet attached to the flying sword, and it cannot exist alone without the flying sword, so it is good to be on guard against the sword of the sword repairer at that time; The sword cannot leave a certain range around it, so it is easier to deal with; the five-element spells of sword repairers are simply horrible, and they usually throw the spiritual power ball while still flying the sword as a supplement. The spiritual power ball is simply too easy to hide...... .wait wait wait.

Later, there was even a magic weapon or kung fu that specifically restrained the sword cultivator. As a result, although the sword cultivator's attack power was still strong, he was pulled down from the altar because many weaknesses were overcome.

As a tradition so far, it is the only sect that mainly focuses on sword repair, and more than [-]% of its disciples are sword repair sects. Kunyuan Sword Sect is neither arrogant nor impetuous, nor discouraged, and walks its own steps calmly and peacefully .

Still the same sentence, if the heart is not sincere, calm, straight, and firm, one cannot become a swordsman.

Tong Zong chose a relatively safe method: defense.

Catching the arc of the flying sword, Tong Cong yelled loudly and stamped his right foot on the ground, a violent force was transmitted instantly as his right foot fell, stirring up waves round and round.

The flying sword came in a flash, but when it was more than a foot away from Tong Zong's body, it was as if it had encountered an invisible wall of copper and iron.

Tong Cong bent his knees, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, stared at the flickering flying sword hanging in front of his forehead, and suddenly let out a strange laugh.He stood up slowly, unhurriedly, and the flying sword slowly descended following his movements, and finally hovered outside his heart.

Tong Cong touched his heart with his hand, and said with a chuckle, "Little boy, is that all you have?"

Bai Zhizhuo maintained his sword finger, and suddenly stretched out his arm to send it forward.

The flying sword ignited a two-foot sword glow, like cutting tofu, and pierced into Tongcong's left rib fiercely, causing blood to splatter instantly.

Tong Cong tilted his ugly big head, feeling like it was in pain, inserted the flying sword, wiped the few drops of blood splashed on his chin, suddenly opened his mouth wide, and yelled wildly: "Hahaha, I already said that!" Come on, little boy, this won't hurt me."

He took two steps back.

A miraculous scene happened.

Penetrated by the sword, the bloody chest suddenly healed automatically at a speed visible to the naked eye. In an instant, not a single trace of the wound could be seen, only the ones that could not be recovered automatically were cut into strands by the sword energy. bodyguard vest.

Is that so?Bai Zhizhuo withdrew his flying sword, smiled slightly, his confidence and strength soared instantly.

The very brief trial passed.

In the eyes of Fanzhen World Honored One and others watching, it can be clearly seen that this disciple of the Lianhuang Sect named Tongcong is surrounded by a special kind of true energy, which makes him feel like being buckled by a seamless big bell. Looks average.Moreover, this person's recovery ability is amazing, and there is no fluctuation in spiritual power when recovering. Is it a self-healing purely relying on the body?

However, Bai Zhizhuo, who had always been as warm and gentle as a spring breeze on the field, suddenly raised his hand and used an escape tactic.

The mid-level magic weapon Flying Sword is divided into two.

Then use the magic words.

The two flying swords cast shadows of swords covering the sky and earth, above the shadows of the swords, there are sword glows more than a foot long.

Bai Zhizhuo raised his hands slowly, and the invisible force lifted him up into the air.

Tong Cong watched Bai Zhizhuo's movements with folded arms, waited quietly for his movements, and was not afraid of seeing the shadows of swords covering the sky, feeling like "I'll just see what other tricks you have".

The warm spring breeze first turned into a slight drizzle.

Tong Fong remained motionless, and the wounds on his body that were scratched by the sword energy healed so quickly that not even much blood flowed out.

"Hey, what an idiot, standing still like this as a target, do you think there is something wrong with the accuracy of Bai Xiaozi's hands? Or do you think that you are just a stupid rock, and you are not afraid of sparing a little blood?" Senior Yu laughed.

The World Honored Master Lianhuang was watching with a smile on his face, but when he heard this, his smile froze, and he thought to himself, you can go ahead now, and when your disciples are exhausted and there is no real energy to drive the flying sword, don't blame our subordinates Ruthless!

The drizzle turned into a torrential downpour.

Ye Nian opened his eyes wide and stood calmly, his clenched fists showed that he was not calm.

His eyes were full of sword shadows, and to him, it was not just a sword shadow, but an unspeakable feeling.

The sword shadow transformed by the Huanzi Jue could not carry too much sword energy from the master, and some of them were even fake, unable to cause any harm to people.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary disciples, the same is true of Bai Zhizhuo's sword energy.

However, Ye Nian knew that Brother Bai, whom he recognized, was a genius who could hold up a sword array alone, which meant that his primordial spirit was unmatched. It is estimated that he can easily distribute every trace of sword energy among all the sword shadows.

The magic word formula, combined with sword energy, can cause enormous damage.

The performance is that the copper fir standing on the ground with squatting feet has become a blood gourd.

"Eldest brother, he is so powerful." A junior brother beside him sighed.

Ye Nian nodded, and replied: "Actually, what you see now may only be one or two times the strength of Brother Bai."

"Ah?" The junior brother was dumbfounded, "Is it so powerful?"

Ye Nian nodded silently.

Copper fir feels bad.

Originally, he thought that the person who could manipulate the flying sword in such a grand manner was either a fledgling fool, or a fool who was controlled by a competitive heart and wanted a quick victory.

According to his budget, Bai Zhizhuo, who is at the beginning of the fourth rank, should be exhausted after a quarter of an hour, and he will never be able to swing any sword again.

He had already imagined how he would smash that perfect face to the ground in an instant when this handsome little boy fell from the sky to the mortal world.

However, a quarter of an hour later.

With the shadow of the sword on top of it, Tong Cong struggled to look up.

In the gaps of Feijian's densely packed shadows, he could occasionally spy on the little white face, calm and composed in mid-air, without the slightest sign of being exhausted.

And his eyes, so confident and powerful, glanced over, as if looking at an unknown rock.

Tong Cong instantly felt that he was stupid, utterly stupid.

Two quarters later.

Bai Zhizhuo maintained the sword shadow, and in the lower dantian in his body, a ball of spiritual energy swirled non-stop, pressing the innate qi from the danyuan dojo, and the zhenqi circulated up and down, with an endless supply... .Well, he's bored.

Tong Cong let out a loud roar, knelt on the ground, like an earth dragon, thrust his arms hard under the ring.

"Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" The unscrupulous roar made the ground tremble slightly.

Very good, the opponent is finally not standing around stupidly.

With a wave of his hands, the sword shadows all over the sky disappeared, without Cheng Liang's flying sword flying, the surrounding light dimmed for an instant.

The two flying swords merged into one, held in his hands.

The disturbing shouts continued continuously, and the place where Bai Zhizhuo was standing seemed to be moving rapidly around the ground like an earth-burrowing dragon.

Bai Zhizhuo's eyes were fixed, and his head tilted slightly.

A sharp khaki arrow pierced through the ear, bringing up a few strands of hair on the sideburns.

Bai Zhizhuo bent over and turned backwards, a swish of red swished past his belly, stood up, turned around, and the Tongcong was in front of his eyes.

At this moment, he was much quieter, his whole body was dripping with blood, and he no longer dared to underestimate him. The moment Bai Zhizhuo turned around, he waved his fist and rubbed his body.

"Swish, whoosh—" Feijian circled around his body, and flew forward.