Battles are inevitable, and what should come will always come.
Mu Fan carried a sword, stood in the ring, and also stood on the cusp.
Opposite him was a very beautiful woman, in a long sky-blue dress, with a slender figure, and her long hair tied behind her back and hanging down to her waistcoat.
Goose egg face, a pair of eyes smart, there is a light and agile aura.
The woman was carrying a long piano behind her, and the piano exuded a faint fragrance, which smelled very good.
She looked at Mu Fan and said with a smile: "My name is Luo Qingcheng." ” "In Xia Yanqing."
"Please lose to me."
Luo Qingcheng said cautiously.
There was no sarcasm in her words, she was just saying what she wanted to say.
Because she doesn't like to hurt people, in her opinion, the man in front of her who is the same age as her must not be the opponent of her senior brothers.
She can show mercy to her brothers, but her brothers don't.
Mu Fan said: "Let's just learn from each other, and we can stop there." ” The flying sword soared into the air, emitting a faint sword sound.
Luo Qingcheng took off the piano from his back and said, "The name of this piano is called a souvenir, but it's a pity that I can't play its charm." ” "Maybe you should play something else, the happy one."
"I think it's good to be happy, but Master said that compassion can exert more power."
Luo Qingcheng put his hand on the piano and gently plucked it a few times.
The light music flowed from the strings and spread throughout the martial arts arena.
Her hands were skillful, and those skillful hands gradually flicked faster.
"I'm going to make a move."
Luo Qingcheng reminded.
With a wave of his hand, Mu Fan shot out the flying sword, leaving a series of afterimages.
Luo Qingcheng's hand paused slightly, and then sped up again.
The strings caused the air to vibrate, instantly condensing into waves of air.
The waves of qi are superimposed on each other, constantly thickening, forming a wall of qi.
The flying sword stabbed the wall of qi, and began to stab like a soft spring, and as the flying sword went deeper, the wall of qi gradually hardened, blocking the castration of the flying sword.
Mu Fan cultivated the thirteen swords of Qimen, and he used his strength skillfully.
He noticed that the force on the qi wall was strange, and hurriedly withdrew the flying sword.
But the flying sword had been firmly absorbed by the qi wall, and no matter how he controlled it, he couldn't move a bit.
Luo Qingcheng raised his head and smiled: "You rely on your mind to make the sword, and there is a medium missing in the middle."
I also use my mind to make the qin, but my fingers are very flexible, they can help me control the strings, and the strings can help me control this qi wall, if you only have these strengths, it is better to abandon the sword and leave. ” Mu Fan looked at this wall of qi and was not discouraged, he summoned two flying swords from the storage ring.
"You can control the qi wall to block one sword, what about the two?"
The twin swords rotated at high speed in the air, he didn't move, and with a slight wave of his hand, the flying swords attacked Luo Qingcheng from the left and right directions.
Mu Fan felt the need to add a fire, and he summoned another flying sword.
The third flying sword did not attack Luo Qingcheng from the air, but was dragged by his mind, plunged headlong into the green bricks of the ring, and attacked her from the ground.
Even if the qi wall can defend against the two flying swords in the air, how can the underground one resist it?
He has never shown the limits of his Edgeworth, and he has more powerful opponents to face.
Luo Qingcheng supported the ground with one hand, her body played up with the force of recoil, and she stepped up to pluck the strings as she flew into the air.
One by one, the notes pop out of the strings, hooking up the wall of air.
The three flying swords shot into the qi wall from three directions, Mu Fan used the Qimen Thirteen Swords, the focus on the sword was constantly changing, and the force on the qi wall was also constantly changing, and the speed was faster and faster, and it was always able to skillfully resolve the attack of the flying sword.
The flying sword was like a stone sinking into the sea, deep in the wall of qi, not moving at all.
The sound of the piano on the field continued, and the people of the Xuanmen were in a happy mood to listen to it, while the people of the Sword Sect and the Daoist Sect were sitting on pins and needles.
Mu Fan said: "Aren't you attacking?"
” "I'm giving you a chance, I want you to see the difference in strength between us, you're not my opponent."
Luo Qingcheng pressed the strings, "If you keep fighting, you will get hurt." ” "You just do it."
"Then I'll make a move."
Luo Qingcheng pulled the strings with his left hand, and the surrounding qi walls retreated.
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With a wave of her hand, the qi wall split into countless sections, each of which condensed into a sword shape, forming a sword shadow in the sky.
Mu Fan looked up at the sky full of sword shadows, the sword shadows shrouded in the sky above the ring, once the sword shadows fell, I am afraid that no one in the ring would be spared.
Luo Qingcheng's right hand rested on the strings, and he slashed forward, and the sword shadows all over the sky fell, denser and more deadly than the raindrops of the previous days!
The shadow of the sword smashed the ring beneath his feet, and the sound of shattering continued, and rubble and smoke filled everywhere.
Zou Zhiyu on the spectator seat frowned, the smoke and dust blocked his vision, he always felt that Mu Fan would not be defeated so easily.
In the smoke and debris, Mu Fan's hand reached up and pinched a cloud of gas.
Luo Qingcheng's legs were in front of him, but the wall of qi was horizontal in front of him, and the distance was difficult to reach.
The moment before the sword shadow fell, he hurriedly used the escape technique and instantly moved to Luo Qingcheng's feet.
The Heavenly Sword Shadow was used by Luo Qingcheng to attack him, and he would not attack the area she was in no matter what.
He moved to Luo Qingcheng's feet, Luo Qingcheng seemed to have been prepared, set up a qi wall, and waited for him to take the bait.
The subtlety of the wall of qi stretched endlessly, almost devouring his hand.
Mu Fan roared, and the true yuan surged, and with his physique and the true yuan that was dozens of times that of ordinary people, he pulled his arm out.
Luo Qingcheng sighed, she didn't expect Mu Fan to withdraw her hand.
Mu Fan immediately retreated, more than ten zhang away from Luo Qingcheng, and his figure suddenly stopped.
He used the Escape Technique to move to the flying sword trapped in the qi wall, grabbed the flying sword, and pushed it inward with all his might.
The dragon elephant mark on his right arm gradually turned red, like a piece of red-hot iron.
He relinquished control of the other flying swords and put his hope on the sword in his hand.
Luo Qingcheng's expression changed slightly, his fingers fluctuated rapidly, and the qi wall became hard and soft, and constantly fluctuated and changed, like stones in the waves of the sea.
Due to the constant change of the force on the qi wall, the force point of Mu Fan's flying sword was also constantly changing.
The wall of qi that could have pierced directly transferred the force of the tip of the flying sword to the blade of the sword, trying to push the flying sword away.
Mu Fan didn't dare to be careless, and concentrated on the flying sword, feeling the change in the strength in the qi wall.
He used the Qimen Thirteen Swords to change the power of the flying sword and resist the strange power of the qi wall.
It all happened in a moment, and sweat slowly overflowed from his forehead, and the sweat had not yet gathered and not dripped down.
Mu Fan gritted his teeth, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and a little blood oozed out of them, staining the sweat that had not flowed red.
On the spectator seat, he nervously pinched the armrests on both sides of the chair.
He had heard that some horses were sweating red, and were called sweaty horses, but he had never heard of people who were sweating red.
"Break it!"
The little monk shouted in his heart.
He unconsciously used the True Yuan, the Great Brahma Dragon Elephant Sutra gave him great power, he smashed the armrest of the chair, and he couldn't wait to go to the ring in person to help "Brother Yan", even if he was not Luo Qingcheng's opponent.