The eye technique organization that started with the Sharingan

The sword was broken, and the sword was broken.

"Charge the sword!"

The blue sword in Fan Jing's hand was swung out from behind, and it collided heavily with the Tang sword swung by Bailian.

"Bang!!"

A huge crisp sound rang out, and the blue particles permeated by the sword burst out and scattered.

"You..." In the stalemate, Fan Jing looked at Bailian in shock, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Bailian could use the popular move of charging the sword, so he was not surprised.

However, this move is essentially just an application of spiritual power.

In actual use, according to the different habits of each person and the actual use on the spot, the movements and spiritual power operation will generally be different.

With Fan Jing's careful attention, he found that Bailian's movements and the way of inputting spiritual power were almost exactly the same as his.

In addition to the similar "coincidence" just now...

Fan Jing stared at the scarlet and strange three-magatama pattern in Bailian's eyes.

His calm eyes made him feel cold.

"You watched it once... No, just in the process of watching...

"You learned the charging slash instantly! ?"

At this moment, even Fan Jing himself didn't know how complicated his emotions were.

"Maybe."

In response, Bailian replied ambiguously.

Neither admitted nor denied.

Then, the two moved again, the knives and swords continued to collide, and the battle escalated again.

When they heard Fan Jing's words, more than a dozen people watching the battle not far away showed surprised expressions.

"...Ah? What is Fan Jing talking about?"

"Learn the charging slash instantly, how is it possible? ”

“This move requires a high level of control over spiritual power. I practiced for more than two months before I could barely use it in actual combat. Did Fan Jing make a mistake? ”

“No, Fan Jing is right.” A clear voice sounded, and everyone else stopped discussing.

Because the person who just spoke was Fan Ziyue.

She was in a third-person perspective, and some details were clearer than Fan Jing.

Everyone looked over, and even Li Yan looked at her with doubt, completely unwilling to believe such a thing.

But Fan Ziyue had no intention of explaining to them.

She was once again focused on the battle between the two on the field.

At this time, the battle between Bailian and Fan Jing.

It was no longer a simple hand-to-hand fight.

The wind blades that ordinary people could not see raged in the field, and flames burst out from time to time.

Fan Jing's "Xun Sword Style" was combined with the wind ability.

The power presented was completely at two different levels.

The sword was not only faster The small flaws between the sword moves were also made up by the "wind blade".

After all, there is a big difference between the wind and fire abilities.

This sword move and the ability are cross-coordinated and extremely exquisite.

Even Bailian, who has the Sharingan, cannot imitate a similar effect.

At this time, Fan Jing also swept away the emotions in his heart just now, and became more and more excited.

Because he found that he finally suppressed Bailian.

This feeling of suppressing a strong enemy and slowly approaching victory.

For him, it is really wonderful!

In the continuous attack, he swung the sword faster and faster, and finally made a flaw under Bailian's knife!

Opportunity!

Fan Jing's eyes lit up.

"Xun Sword Style, Dragon Sucking Water! "

With a skillful and swift sword, Bailian's Tang sword flew out.

Following closely, the wind blade flew out from the blade. Bailian, who was already somewhat unstable, dodged it forcibly, and was knocked down by Fan Jing's air cannon.

Fan Jing immediately leaned forward and held Bailian with one hand.

With his right hand, he inserted the sword into the ground next to Bailian's ear.

He showed a winner's smile and said, "I won, Bailian. "

He looked at Bailian's expression.

He expected to see the other party's frustration, regret, or amazement at his strength.

But he saw nothing. Bailian still had a calm expression.

The scarlet eyes were as calm as ever.

At this time, Fan Jing saw Bailian slowly raise his right hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, and stretched it towards him tremblingly.

Fan Jing was stunned, and then said: "You have already lost..."

He paused because -

Baili'an bent his fingers and pointed to his right.

Fan Jing turned his head and looked, and his pupils shrank suddenly.

A chill suddenly surged into his heart

.

Because there stood a familiar figure.

The pair of scarlet eyes with three magatama were also staring at him calmly.

When he met Bailian's eyes, Fan Jing felt a lump in his throat and cold sweat began to flow from his forehead.

He looked down at the ground and looked at "Balian" who was being held down by him.

His body gradually turned into crows and scattered everywhere.

"...Illusion?"

He raised his head with trembling eyes and looked at Bailian: "I was caught in your illusion?"

At this time, Fan Jing felt a sense of fantasy that he didn't want to believe.

As a child of the Fan family, he began to practice mental power after awakening his superpowers.

How could a person of the same age who had never practiced mental power make him fall into an illusion without knowing it?

What kind of joke was this ridiculous reality playing on him?

"What is Fan Jing doing? Why did he just cut the air a few times?"

"Yes, the other party has clearly retreated. Could he be under an illusion?"

"Something is wrong. How can an ordinary illusion work on Fan Jing?"

Fan Ziyue, who was at the front, was also very puzzled and muttered: "How is it possible..."

It seems that she is more shocked than Fan Jing himself.

According to her observation and guess, Bailian should not be a family member.

People who have not practiced spiritual power can make Fan Jing fall into an illusion. What if he starts to practice spiritual power...

"What is the origin of those eyes?"

...

Fan Jing wanted to suppress the chill in his heart.

But he found that the more he cared, the more he couldn't calm down.

"Huh!"

A violent gust of wind broke out from Fan Jing. He used his supernatural power with all his strength and then stared at Bailian.

"…When did you perform the illusion?"

"Any time is fine."

Hearing this, Fan Jing's heart trembled, and he clenched the sword in his hand.

"Really? Then let's continue the competition."

After that, he began to compress the airflow at the blade, trying to create a stronger wind blade.

"Let's stop playing around."

Fan Jing paused.

Bailian's plain words made his eyes red.

He instantly became manic.

"Play around?" Fan Jing said coldly.

"To you, is fighting me a play?"

Fan Jing is not a person who cares about vanity and face, but in some aspects, his self-esteem is stronger than anyone else, and it can be said that he is full of pride.

And Bailian's words completely stimulated the aspect he cares about most.

"Do you mean that I am not worthy of being your opponent!?"

Bailian did not speak.

He just slowly put the Tang Dao back into the scabbard behind his waist.

"What are you doing? Pull out the knife!"

The action of putting the knife away almost made Fan Jing collapse.

"I still have stronger moves that I haven't used yet!"

"Face the reality."

Fan Jing clenched his left fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

It's like this again! It's the same calm eyes and the same calm tone.

It's as if he has never taken him seriously, and has never regarded him as an opponent!

This is the case with my brother, and this Bailian is also the same!

"The competition is not over yet." Fan Jing forced himself to suppress his emotions, and his eyes darkened.

He activated his supernatural power again, and his spiritual power surged violently, and violent airflow fluctuations formed behind him.

He held the sword with both hands, and the tip of the sword was pointed at Bailian.

"Even if you force it, don't think about leaving like this!"