Jiuxiao

Real person Qinghe was willing to make a move, Lu Yanping was naturally relieved.

"Thanks for the real help."

"Sect Master Lu, you are being polite. In this competition, Fellow Daoist Qinggu Sect won." Qing He Zhenren said.

Zhang Xian narrowly escaped death, sweating profusely, his face was pale, he couldn't recover, but Huang Wenjun stepped forward and pulled him back, half dragging and half helping him back.

Tai Cifang was very dissatisfied with Qinghe Zhenren's intervention, but since his side won, he didn't bother to say anything.

"Shuang Ji."

"The disciple is here."

"This battle is up to you."

In the Taichu Continent, where men are superior to women, most women stay at home with their husbands and children, and stay at home all their lives. There are very few women who travel the rivers and lakes, and even fewer female monks embark on the road of cultivating immortals.

Lin Shuangji lived up to her name, her complexion was more like white jade than frost and snow, her long hair was combed into a fairy-looking bun, and the pair of flying blue butterflies on the gold hairpin on her temples were trembling, attracting all eyes at once.

"I don't know which fellow Taoist the Mirror Sea Sword Sect will send to the battle?"

Her demeanor is demure, and even her words are gentle and charming, not as aggressive as the others in the Qinggu Sect.

Lu Yanping got up: "Lu is not talented, I would like to have a discussion with Miss Lin."

Both of them are in the late stage of foundation establishment, and their strengths are equal. Lin Shuangji took a careful look at him, nodded, and said with a smile: "Please go ahead."

The Jinghai faction couldn't afford to lose another match, so Lu Yanping made up his mind to preemptively strike and win the battle quickly. As soon as the Feihong sword was shot, it turned into thousands of sword lights, and within the sword lights, there seemed to be hidden a handful of smaller swords. The sword, like a thunderbolt shaking the river and sea, is unstoppable, and it is like reaching out to fold a plum by the wall, and it is sure to be sure. All the sword lights gather together to form a dense circular sword formation, and fly towards Lin Shuangji.

Lin Shuangji was taken aback, she didn't expect Lu Yanping to move so fast and attack so swiftly, she also got rid of all the slightest contempt she had before, and quickly sacrificed her magic weapon Linglong Thorn.

As the name suggests, the Linglong Thorn is as exquisite as a hairpin, and it can be changed in size according to the master's will. Lin Shuangji does not retreat but advances, her feet rise into the air, facing the sword formation, inserting the Linglong Thorn into the light of the sword with both hands, and parting to both sides.

The sword light all over the sky seemed to be intimidated by the power of Linglong Thorn, and it was slightly dimmed. Lin Shuangji silently recited the mantra, and Linglong Thorn's whole body glowed with a faint white light.

The moment the sword array was pierced by Linglong, its power suddenly decreased, and the light of the sword gradually weakened. Lin Shuangji broke through the sword array, but the castration continued, and she flew towards Lu Yanping with Linglong's stab.

But when she heard a sharp sound behind her ears, she was startled, and only had time to turn sideways, and the Feihong Sword flew past her neck, leaving a bloodstain on her delicate jade-like skin.

This is the real body of Feihong Sword.

The many sword lights just now are just clones of sword shadows, and the real sword cannot be found, and it is useless to crack the sword array.

The Thousand Swords Illusory Formation is a high-level spell of sword cultivators. Although Lu Yanping is not good at building foundations, his Feihong Sword is the magic weapon of the previous masters of the Jinghai School. In addition, this spell has been improved by the previous master Zou Jingyuan. Although the power has been weakened a bit, it is more suitable for foundation-building monks to use, and will not be backlashed by jumping over the ranks.

Lin Shuangji touched her neck, it was wet and greasy, and blood came out from the wound, staining the white collar red.

"I lost." Her face was gloomy, but she did not lose her demeanor.

"Acceptance." The Feihong sword started, and Lu Yanping returned the gift.

The other people present were delighted to see the Qinggumen deflated, and they all smiled when they saw this.

I originally thought that the small faction of the Jinghai Sword Sect, even in their fighting skills, was not very interesting to watch. Now it seems that although it is not amazing and brilliant, it is by no means mediocre and boring. Judging from the performance of the first two games, No worse than those from the great sect.

In contrast, Tai Cifang's complexion was not very good-looking, and he didn't even look at Lin Shuangji when she went back to take her seat.

Master Qinghe still had the style of a master: "If that's the case, then let's start the third game."

On the other side of Tai Cifang, a man stood up.

The other party was tall, with sharp eyes, and was dressed in a blue robe, which couldn't hide the aura around him.

"Wei Yichang of Xiaqinggumen is willing to ask your sect for advice."

Zhou Yin got up.

Wei Yichang sneered: "Why does your school produce so many weak and sick scholars!"

Zhou Yin was tall and tall, and Xiao Su was like a pine tree. Of course, he couldn't match the four words of being weak, but he didn't say a word, and he didn't refute. Everyone just thought he was facing such a scene for the first time, and he was too nervous to say no. Speak up.

Huang Wenjun asked He Yun in a low voice: "Ayin is only in the middle stage of foundation establishment, and the other party is already in the late stage of foundation establishment, is there any problem?"

He Yun was also worried: "I don't know, I hope Ah Yin can win."

Even they don't have confidence, let alone Lu Yanping. The balance in his heart is constantly swinging from side to side. On the one hand, he regrets letting Zhou Yin participate in such an important battle that is related to the survival of the sect, and on the other hand, he secretly comforts himself. Yin's calmness and adaptability were exactly what other monks lacked, so he might have a chance to win. The two incidents from Zixia Luoyingdeng to Monster Beast Girl Yue had already proved his ability, so I don't need to belittle myself.

It is impossible for Zhou Yin to be interested in understanding other people's psychological activities. Wei Yichang has fully absorbed the lessons of the previous game, and he preemptively used the killer move as soon as he came up.

Without even waiting for Zhou Yin to stand still, he showed the Guiluo flag, flipped his hands, and the flag instantly changed into eight small flags of different colors, divided into eight directions, and inserted not far from Zhou Yin's feet. The flagpole was more than half buried in the ground, firmly inserted into the ground.

Zhou Yin's reaction was not slow, and he flew back immediately, trying to cross the barrier surrounded by the flags, but found that his body seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, surrounded on all sides, and trapped in it.

Wei Yichang opened his mouth and said, "Kun!"

The dry is the sky, and the Kun is the earth.

One of the small cyan flags instantly turned into a few thick thorns and broke through the ground, quickly winding towards Zhou Yin's ankle.

The Lingyin sword was infused with spiritual power, and the glow of the sun was faint. It cut on those thorns, but it was of no avail.

He moved slightly to avoid the wildly growing thorns, and then heard Wei Yichang utter another word.

"Redeem!"

The bricks and stones under his feet suddenly turned into mud, and his feet sank slightly. He raised his right foot, but found that his left foot sank even deeper.

And the thorns had already wound up, tightly binding his ankles, and the sharp thorns on the roots instantly penetrated the shoes and socks and pierced the skin.

There was a tingling pain, and even blood could be felt from the wound.

Lingyin sword flew out of his hand, Zhou Yin recited the mantra silently, and the sword pierced into the thorns with a sharp cold air.

With a scoff, the thorns were chopped off by the sword energy and shattered.

However, the mud under his feet sank little by little, and it had already reached Zhou Yin's ankle.

At this time, from the swamp behind him, two thorns as thick as an adult's arm protruded, and they wound up along the calf with lightning speed. The clothes were instantly scratched by the thorns, and the cloth was soaked in red.

The Lingyin Sword flew up quickly, and the cold air swept over the place with spiritual power, and several thorns were turned into powder, but as long as the swamp is still there, the thorns can continue to grow from it, endlessly cutting and killing .

Zhou Yin only has one Lingyin sword, so he loses sight of the other. Once he spends his energy on dealing with the opponent's attack, he can no longer concentrate on attacking. Moreover, the monk's spiritual power is limited. When the spiritual power is exhausted, the fighting skills will be exhausted. lost.

Wei Yichang showed a smile of victory.

On the side of the Jinghai faction, He Yun looked very nervous: "What should I do?"

Huang Wenjun shook his head, helpless.

Lu Yanping sighed secretly, he was ready to lose everything.

The newly born thorns grew faster and faster. Some of them had just been cut off, and some of them had already wrapped around Zhou Yin's waist. His clothes were stained with blood, which were obviously wounds stabbed by thorns.

Wei Yichang said lightly: "If you don't admit defeat, those things will only keep growing up, and finally wrap your whole body inside. You don't need me to say, you should be able to imagine how it feels."

Zhou Yin was noncommittal, but the Lingyin Sword was still slicing through the thorns in the air. He flipped his wrist, held the heaven washing pen in his right hand, and drew a talisman on the palm of his left hand. Then, ignoring the pain entangled by the thorns, he bent down and printed the talisman on the swamp. Shaking, the thick mud gradually became thinner, Zhou Yin took the opportunity to cut off the thorns on his body, jumped into the air, and pulled his feet out of the swamp with ease.

Wei Yichang snorted, showing surprise on his face.

Zhou Yin didn't stop, and drew a few strokes with the Xitian brush. A water arrow came from nowhere and flew towards Wei Yichang's vest. If he was hit, he might vomit blood on the spot. In a hurry, Wei Yichang hurried to He flitted aside to dodge, but the spells that he needed to focus on to be effective were also scattered, and the swamps, thorns, and even the enchantment barrier built around Zhou Yin disappeared.

I underestimated you!Wei Yichang sneered secretly, watching Zhou Yin draw a talisman out of thin air, although he felt that the other party was at the end of his rope, but in order to make a quick decision, he still activated the remaining formations of the Eight Diagrams Formation.

"Leave!"

In the gossip, away from the fire.

With a bang, the flame ignited ragingly in Zhou Yin.

Wei Yichang then played out a few runes with the Rapid Fire Art on them, and the fire became more intense, and it rained fire in the square sky above Zhou Yin's head, trying to trap Zhou Yin inside from all directions.

Fire makes soil, and there is no water, so let's see how you put out the fire, if you don't beg for mercy, just wait to be burned to death!

The fire burned fiercely with the help of the wind, only people could be seen in the firelight, but Zhou Yin could not be seen clearly.

Wei Yichang continued to punch out the runes in his hand, as if he would never die.

"It's too despicable, isn't it fighting skills, is it going to kill people?!"

Huang Wenjun was about to fight against the case, but was held down by Lu Yanping.

"What are you doing!"

"Tell him to stop, Ah Yin is going to be burned to death!"

"Since it is fighting skills, skills are not as good as others, and life and death are self-care. As a monk, you should have this awareness long ago. If Zhou Yin hasn't conceded defeat, the fighting skills are not over yet. Why are you panic, sit down!" Lu Yanping sternly shouted.

Huang Wenjun gritted his teeth, stood still, but did not rush forward again.

He Yun and the others next to him were no less worried than him, but it was precisely because they knew what Lu Yanping said was right that they endured it.

Tai Cifang chuckled: "Sect Master Lu really understands righteousness. It is really admirable to see the disciples of your sect dying in front of your eyes, and to be so calm and composed!"

Lu Yanping made no reply with a livid face.

Qinghe Zhenren didn't seem to see their dispute, and sat there with a calm smile.

Before Tai Cifang could finish his words, the sky over there was suddenly covered with dark clouds, thunder roared, and in a short while, heavy rain poured down. The monks present quickly built a protective barrier to avoid getting wet by the rain, but Wei Yichang He was not so lucky. He found that the barrier he built with a little spiritual power couldn't resist the rain falling from the sky. The fire was all over.

The blazing flame gradually became smaller, and before he had time to use the eight trigrams array, he saw the Lingyin Sword flying out of the fire, with a turbulent force, as if startled by a bird piercing a willow, but also seemed to be impermanent.

Wei Yichang opened his eyes wide and dodged to the left. The Ghost Luo flag was also thrown, but it missed and went straight into the ground.

No, it's a phantom!

One sword splits into two, two swords splits into four.

The heaven and the earth give birth to the two instruments, the two instruments give birth to the four images, and the four images give birth to the gossip.

The splashing raindrops hit the ground, and the sound shocked the world, hindering his judgment of the sword's momentum. He only felt a chill behind his back, and before he could recall the Ghost Luo Banner, the Lingyin Sword had already passed through his shoulder blade.

Wei Yichang spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees on the ground, his wound was so cold that he couldn't help shivering.

The Lingyin sword succeeded in one move, and then flew back to its owner.

The flames were completely extinguished, and everyone saw Zhou Yin leaning the tip of his sword on the ground. He was also soaked and covered with wounds, but they didn't seem to feel embarrassed. They just looked indifferently and looked at Wei Yichang who fell on the ground.

"you lose."

The author has something to say:

Come on, Maotuan, come out and show off your cuteness to everyone.

Maotuan: Get out! =Dish=【Turn around and face Zhou Yin: Kiss~ kiss~ oh~~*^_^*

Zhou Yin: ...