Wu Ming was stunned with a hot face and a buzzing head.

"Is this...fireball?"

"It's so far away, how did you hit me in an instant?"

He couldn't figure it out. What he saw in front of him was just a ray of fire, just an uncondensed and blurred fireball.

The next moment, the fireball was already blowing on his face?

What the hell is this speed?

And, can this be fireball?

This force and this stamina are too "shocking", right? Like a "cannonball", it makes people's scalp numb.

There are disciples who protect the body of the Taoist jade and the sword, and will not directly bear the damage.

But the remaining burning and pain, as well as the impact, can still be felt.

This fireball is very tricky and caught off guard.

Wu Ming was bombarded this time and almost fell down. He staggered for a few steps before he could barely stand still, shook his head for a long time, and came back to his senses from the shock of the fireball technique.

Then Wu Ming's eyelids hopped suddenly and he screamed in his heart:

"not good!"

He immediately looked up and sure enough, a sword light as clear as the moon was gathering.

Linghu Xiao, who was suppressed and beaten for the whole game, was already angry and it was impossible for him to let Wu Ming go.

He cooperated with Mo Hua and took advantage of the opportunity when Mo Hua fought for fireball techniques that he had already begun to accumulate energy.

When Wu Ming came to his senses, his sword energy had already been accumulated.

Linghu Xiao's eyes were cold, and he looked at Wu Ming, as if he was looking at a dead person. Qing shouted, waved his sword and slashed out a light of more than meter long to the Xu sword.

This sword light is extremely sharp.

Wu Ming was not stupid and wanted to run away immediately.

The effect of the iron-clothed talisman is still there, which can reduce the power of the sword energy, but he doesn't want to bear the sword Linghu Xiao.

The sword genius who is rare in five hundred years, the sword light that he slashes out with all his strength is really not a joke.

As long as you avoid this sword light, Linghu Xiao will exhaust his spiritual power and become a lamb to be slaughtered.

The other people were just fish on the chopping board.

The boy who used fireball to attack him can settle the score with him.

Wu Ming turned around, lit the ground under his feet, and his body was like fire, and he wanted to escape.

But at this moment, the whistling sound broke through the sky.

A fireball drew a straight red light, and even before the sound of breaking through the air, it hit Wu Ming's back.

"Damn, what..."

Wu Ming was furious, but when his body was blasted, he couldn't stop his imbalance and fell to the ground.

The surging sword energy of Chongxu came in an instant and slashed hard on him.

On Wu Ming's body, the blue light from the void floated up, resisting the power of the Chongxu sword energy, but at the same time, the light of the Taoist jade on his forehead was rapidly fading.

Finally, the light disappeared, and the jade shattered.

Wu Ming's face turned pale, but he was powerless.

With the flash of light in the void, his figure completely disappeared and was reported to the sword contest venue.

Wu Ming was defeated.

Linghu Xiao held the sword in one hand and gasped.

Although he is a genius of swordsmanship and his sword energy is very powerful, this kind of "strong" is just a strong practice.

The actual combat is ever-changing, but the situation is completely different.

Only then did he realize that what the younger brother told him before that a powerful monk must not only have strong combat power, but also have strong practical combat capabilities.

The younger brother also said a strange noun, called:

Actual conversion rate.

With strong strength and high actual combat conversion rate, this is a truly powerful monk.

If Kong has advanced cultivation and masterful swordsmanship, but lacks practical experience and cannot withstand pressure, and is helpless once he is targeted, he will only be a weak person who is "talking about war on paper".

No matter how strong the combat power is, if you cannot perform in the battle, it is equivalent to being useless.

Through the sword competition, use competitions instead of training, confront geniuses, deal with various situations, improve practical experience, improve the practical transformation of sword techniques, give full play to the power of the Chongxu Sword Technique, and become a truly powerful sword in the future

build.

This is also the expectations and plans of the younger brother for himself.

Linghu laughed and calmed down his good mood, silently summed up his gains and losses, then raised his sword and pointed at the other four monks in the talisman gate.

His spiritual power has almost been exhausted, but now, they are five to four, and the outcome is decided.

When Wu Ming was defeated, Linghu Xiao made a move to join other battle situations. Even if he had little spiritual power left, the battle situation was one-sided in an instant.

After adding a few more fireballs to the ink painting, the dust will be settled in this game of sword competition.

Taixu Gate Victory.

Above Fang Tian’s shadow, the figures of Mo Hua and several others gradually disappeared.

The audience in the outfield was also quiet for a while, and then there were chaotic discussions, and they rang out:

"Linghu Xiao is still strong..."

"Taixu Gate narrowly won the game..."

"That ink painting is indeed a bit of something. He uses his fireball technique like... okay?"

"Well, it's not bad," someone nodded, "The situation is stalemate. His fireball technique has broken the deadlock and saved his teammates from the fire."

Some people also disagree: "Is there a possibility that his teammates are in the midst of fire and fire?"

"If you change someone, you will win five against five long ago. How can you still be so tiring?"

"Besides, just fireball skills, can't you just have hands?"

"Who can't use fireball techniques if the monks in this world are ignited with spiritual roots?"

"Which genius have you met who relies on fireball skills to make a living at the sword contest? I'm really not afraid of being laughed at..."

"But his fireball technique seems a little different... it is a bit weird..." someone pondered.

After saying this, many careful monks also looked at meditating.

Fang Tian’s paintings are just a kind of “projection” of the picture. No matter how clear it is, it is always a little distorted.

The audience in the field is still a global perspective.

Under the distortion of the painting, they could see the ink painting performing fireball techniques, but it was difficult to see the foundation of the fireball with the naked eye alone.

They could only vaguely detect that the fireball technique was a little inconsistent.

However, most monks still disagree.

Especially before, I have always been prejudiced against Mo Hua and have some malicious intentions, and I even said disdainfully:

"What's the difference between Fireball? It's like no one can say..."

"What can I do if I play it so much? Isn't it still a fireball?"

"The talismans, in my opinion, are all flower stands, and they are actually planted in the hands of this fireball operation. It's ridiculous..."

"Wouldn't you just throw a fireball technique? I can do it even if I get on..."

...

In the crowd, Gu Changhuai disdained these remarks.

He just looked at Fang Tian Huaying intently, thinking of Mo Hua's fireball technique just now...

And at the beginning, in the thatched hut outside Qingzhou City, more than a dozen individual traffickers who were killed by fireball techniques and then burned and "destroyed the corpse" could not help but jumped and sighed helplessly:

"This kid can really hide..."

...

With the end of the sword contest with the Spirit Talisman Sect.

The discussion about ink painting has also temporarily subsided.

The person who painted in ink cannot be said to be useless.

Useful, but only a little bit.

Probably, the purpose of one or two "fireball techniques".
To be continued...