From the moment Luo Zhiqing found out that the other party made a move to the moment his body moved elsewhere, it took less than a tenth of a breath, because the speed was too fast, giving people a sense of teleportation, and the whirlwind stirred by the wind blade tore at his clothes and crackled.
The wind blade struck the ring, and a palm-sized brick was powdered and scattered in the sky.
The wind blade decayed in momentum and turned into a whirlwind, twisting and dancing on the stage as if it were a living creature with a soul.
The second wind blade was formed in Feng Sheng's hand again, and he threw it while floating in the air, this wind blade was faster, constantly changing directions in the air, and hit Luo Zhiqing.
This time, the people of Jinsha who were watching the battle finally figured out Feng Sheng's attack method and began to praise each other.
From the beginning of the war to the present, almost everyone is competing with their bodies, and Dao techniques are not used much, so Feng Sheng suddenly used the wood method, giving these people who usually thought that the monk's fighting method should play with some Five Elements Techniques A sense of return.
Luo Zhiqing raised his sword and fell, and the second wind blade was cut open by him.
The sword did not fall easily, he could feel the moment the blade touched the wind blade, a huge suction force continued to tear the long sword, as if it was about to tear his indestructible natal object apart.
The direction of the blade became difficult to grasp, and the originally straight trajectory was pulled to the side, and in an instant, it was pushed to the other side, like a flat boat in a storm.
If it weren't for the depth of his sword, I'm afraid this sword would have been led elsewhere long ago.
"You're not the only one who has the means, are you?"
Luo Zhiqing moved his body while provocative, and his heart was not as confident as he said.
This is said to provoke the other person, and people are likely to make mistakes when they are angry.
Feng Sheng smiled, his hands spread out, there were two faint wind blades on them, the shape was larger, the color was blue, he threw it forward hard, and the two wind blades roared towards Luo Zhiqing.
The sound of two strands of air rubbing against each other gives an inexplicable pressure, which is not a pleasant sound.
Some of the spectators began to plug their ears, but the high-frequency vibrations had already passed through their skulls and reached their eardrums.
Luo Zhiqing flashed to the side, but to his surprise, the two wind blades seemed to have eyes, following him, his body flew towards the sky, and the two wind blades flew into the sky.
But where can the speed of a person compare to the wind, seeing that the wind blade was about to hit Luo Zhiqing's legs, his body sank in a hurry, and at the same time turned around and slashed out a sword.
The pale red flying sword drew a pale red line in the air, the two wind blades were separated, and the remaining whirlwind had nowhere to release the energy that had gathered up, and there was a "pop" explosion, and the qi wave hit out, Luo Zhiqing only felt that his body was pushed away by a huge force, and all the escape methods were out of control, so he had to let the qi wave push him away.
By the time he stood in the air, he was already twenty or thirty zhang away from Feng Sheng.
"Aren't you ashamed of what you just said?"
Feng Sheng once again condensed two wind blades in his hand, the difference was that they were darker in color and bigger, and they were looking at Luo Zhiqing with a playful face.
The young master of the wolf clan looked back at the other party proudly, the cold wind dried his lips, and the corners of his mouth rose high along the trajectory of the wind, and he returned a smile to the other party.
"Speaking of wind, where I am is very strong and fierce all year round, and no one is more familiar with this kind of thing than I am."
"I admire you very much, and you still have the leisure to brag about this step."
Feng Sheng sneered, and at the same time, his hands were thrown forward suddenly, and two rapidly rotating wind blades slashed towards Luo Zhiqing.
Luo Zhiqing didn't dodge, but faced the two rapidly rotating winds, the flying sword pulled out a delicate sword flower in his hand, and the tip of the sword left a dense light red point in the air, and the light hit the two wind blades, and instantly dispersed the two infinitely pressed together.
The fragile balance of intense energy was shattered in an instant, and the whirlwind turned into a hurricane, the howling wind colliding and whistling in the ring, whistling and roaring terrifyingly.
The people of Jinsha have a lot of impressions of the wind, and every year there is an endless sea breeze blowing from the boundless sea, but even the most violent sea breeze cannot compare with the hurricane coiled in the ring.
From time to time, the two storms intertwined, and a cloud of dark red lightning burst out.
Luo Zhiqing passed through the eye of the storm with a diameter of several zhang, and in just a moment, his clothes were torn, his hair was scattered, and the hurricane seemed to contain countless fine knives, cutting Luo Zhiqing's body, leaving stains of blood.
When his whole body rushed through the two whirlwinds, his body was already in tatters, but the pale red flying sword in his hand did not waver, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Feng Sheng's throat.
Both speed and power are impeccable hits.
Feng Sheng scoffed at Luo Zhiqing's desperate blow, he sneered, and gently pinched a trick before the tip of the sword touched his throat.
Luo Zhiqing felt a sharp pain coming from his body, as if he was burning in the karmic fire, just now he ventured to point the Wind Breaking Blade and pass through the eye of the storm just now in order to win this blow, a blow that broke the cauldron.
What I have seen most over the years in Wolf Valley is how to hone my body, how to make myself strong in will, and how to survive in the harsh nature like a blade.
The power of Listening to the Wind Valley is always a knife hanging over their heads, and every year many brothers of the wolf clan die under this knife.
Luo Zhiqing has never stopped tempering his body, honing his skills, and improving his cultivation for so many years.
This little skin trauma was insignificant to him.
The tip of the sword went straight to Feng Sheng's throat, but it was led to the side by an invisible force.
Luo Zhiqing had already prepared at least ten ways to deal with Feng Sheng's dodge, but he didn't expect that the other party would not dodge or dodge, but the tip of his sword almost grazed his neck.
Inexplicably piercing the air, Luo Zhiqing lost a good opportunity, he quickly adjusted the angle of his body, making himself like a flying sword thrown out by someone, trying to get out of Feng Sheng's attack range.
But it was all a little late, Feng Sheng's eyes showed a glimmer of brilliance, he stretched out his hand, and it was very fast, and the palm of his hand surrounded a cyan mist, and those who were proficient in the wood method knew that it was a closed storm that was spinning at high speed.
Luo Zhiqing's body shook violently, and he spun violently and flew out, he couldn't control his body at the moment, and let a force fly backwards with him, and there was a blazing pain in his abdomen.
He reached out and covered his stomach, feeling a stream of hot stuff coming out of his belly.
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Not daring to do what he thought, he turned Lingyuan to his left hand, and a pale cyan light surged, and the soft and warm thing was forcibly stuffed into his lower abdomen by him, and under the cyan light, he felt that the wound was healing rapidly.
At this moment, his body fell to the ground, and at an extremely high speed, the dark iron on the surface of the hard ring was smashed into a small pit by his flesh and blood.
Looking at the dust and dust that was raised, Feng Sheng smiled, the blow just now was enough for this human monk of the wolf clan to lie on the bed for several months.
For a moment, he was in a trance, whether he was too heavy just now, and then shook his head with a smile, feeling ridiculous for his soft-heartedness.
In the ring, either you die or I die, and if you don't go all out, you will commit suicide.
The smoke and dust gradually cleared, the sky was soft, and everything was happy, and Feng Sheng was waiting for the middle-aged monk to announce the outcome of the battle.
Everything is natural, it comes naturally, who made him the green dragon of Lantau Pass Ten breaths later, there was a slight rustling sound in the ring, the middle-aged monk did not play, Feng Sheng was a little impatient, and the corner of his eyes subconsciously swept thirty zhang away, Luo Zhiqing fell into the big pit, and a stubborn figure appeared on the edge of the pit.
"He stood up" Feng Sheng knew the weight of the blow he had just hit, and in the face of this result, the expression on his face became solemn, this person's recovery ability was actually even more powerful than that of the Xiashan Tiger.
Luo Zhiqing stood up stubbornly, his hair in a bun covering his eyes, and the clothes on his body were torn, revealing the head of a blue wolf tattooed on his chest.
The abdomen was black and blurry, but it was all skin wounds, and the internal muscles had healed.
Feng Sheng looked at Luo Zhiqing gloomily and said to himself, "You are not a Terran monk" Although his voice was small, Luo Zhiqing could hear it clearly, and he replied clearly: "I have the blood of a blue wolf in my veins. ” As soon as he finished speaking, his body moved at high speed, dragging an afterimage in the ring, and the surrounding officials could only hear the sound of the wind being torn.
Feng Sheng's hand holding the flying sword began to tremble, he didn't understand why he was shocked by such a person who was obviously inferior to his own strength, that kind of domineering recovery ability alone couldn't make him feel this way.
When it was too late, the flying sword in Luo Zhiqing's hand was thrown out, and his own speed combined with the speed of the flying sword, the pale red flying sword seemed to disappear in everyone's eyes, and even the unique red light disappeared.
Chen Yunsheng's eyes were blue on the east stand, and he wanted to use the reverse current of light to see this earth-shattering shock, but no matter how he looked at the sword, it was a blurry light and shadow in his eyes.
He obviously felt a tremor coming from the left side behind him, that position should be Xu Bailu's, could he see something, this thought flashed in his heart.
Faced with such a sharp blow, Feng Sheng was not sure to block the sword with the air flow rotating around him, so he had to use the Qinglong Sword in his hand to block it.
The moment the Qinglong Sword touched that shock, Feng Sheng felt a strong vibration from the sword in his hand, and then this vibration spread to his sea of knowledge, and finally the whole person shook violently, and his wrist was so soft that he couldn't continue to block upward.
Luo Zhiqing's sword is called Scarlet Heart, and the name of the sword comes from a pale red in the spine of the sword.
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