() A trace of surprise flashed in Xie Qian's eyes. He did not expect that the move he and Lu Fei cooperated with did not bring any advantage. It only caused Su Qingchen to suffer a slight loss, and he became more curious about Su Qingchen.
Xie Qian used his color towards Lu Fei, and the golden light reappeared the moment it disappeared, but it was a little more domineering than before, giving people a sense of strength and beauty.
"Su Qingchen, if you are a man, just accept my attack and take my sword." As he spoke, Lu Fei's body was exuding golden light, and he even covered up his green agility attribute, and then a domineering aura came out from the sword surface.
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"Borrow the light of soul power and give me the power of a warrior, the first sword in combat, the soul-locking sword." Following Lu Fei's deep voice, the sword spirit emitted a dazzling golden light, and as Lu Fei slowly waved his right hand,
The soul power in the air continued to flow towards the sword spirit, and the sound of piercing the air seemed to declare the sword's kingly aura.
Seeing the changes in Lu Fei's sword spirit, Su Qingchen frowned again, and felt bad for a moment. Then Lu Fei took a step in his eyes. It seemed like a slow step, but Su Qingchen's heart suddenly tightened, and then Su Qingchen clenched his right hand tightly.
Sword Spirit, whispered: "Stab the air and break"
As the dull sound sounded, Su Qingchen moved and attacked the slowly moving Lu Fei like a tiger descending a mountain.
"boom"
With a low explosion, the two sword spirits collided head-on. The air was instantly covered by a strong color of soul power. It was not until Su Qingchen flew upside down in the air that everyone knew about the collision. Su Qingchen once again
They were at a disadvantage. The hearts of everyone in the civilian class were already pounding, and their eyes were fixed on the stands. When they saw a smile on the face of Su Qingchen who was flying backwards, their nervous hearts relaxed a little.
After landing, Su Qingchen frowned slightly. He knew that with the soul attack, he was no longer Lu Fei's opponent. He held the sword spirit behind his back and quietly recovered the soul. The corner of his mouth turned up with a hint of cunning, and a trace of soul power secretly gathered.
In the palm of the hand, with the sound of friction, the soul power gathers thicker and thicker, gets smaller and smaller, and explodes more and more. When the faint membrane wrapping the soul power breaks, the condensed soul power will give the opponent the most deadly blow.
harm.
At this time, after the color mist formed by the soul power in the air disappeared, Lu Fei's figure was revealed on the battlefield, still with the same momentum and still moving slowly, as if Su Qingchen's attack on him just now was ineffective.
It had no effect, and as he moved slowly, the domineering energy on the sword spirit became stronger and stronger.
Looking at Lu Fei, who was like a God of War, the hearts of everyone in the civilian class were in their throats. They couldn't understand why Lu Fei, who had the agility attribute, could deliver such a powerful blow. It was so powerful that it was a bit abnormal. Not to mention the low-level spiritual beings, the price was probably high.
The Spirit Man might not be able to stop Lu Fei's attack, let alone receive it.
Looking at Lu Fei who was still moving, Su Qingchen's face showed a solemn look, and he said secretly in his heart: Fight, even if you are injured, you must fight hard. Unintentionally, Su Qingchen did not realize that Lu Fei's aura had drawn out the emotions deep in his heart.
In fact, what he wanted to do at this moment was to think about how to dodge, rather than to accept the attack forcefully face to face. Perhaps this was the weirdest part of Lu Fei's attack.
When he saw Lu Fei take another step, Su Qingchen roared: "Second Style of Thunder Fist." As the sound rang out, Su Qingchen's right foot slashed to the ground. As he jumped up, he clenched his right hand and
He bent backwards, and as the violent soul power emitted, his sleeves puffed up and made a hissing sound.
That violent punch like thunder suddenly hit Lu Fei's domineering sword spirit with everyone's tense hearts.
"boom"
There was still a low explosion sound, and Lu Fei's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and his figure leaned back, but he recovered in an instant, a trace of surprise flashed across his face, and then he put away his mind and continued on.
Unfinished attack.
Su Qingchen flew out again, with no trace of confidence on his face, and no other expression except shock. He paused in the air, barely managed to steady his body and landed on the corner of the fighting platform.
Su Qingchen smiled helplessly as he bounced off the stage and was shocked.
Su Qingchen looked at Lu Fei who was still continuing, and felt helpless. His strongest attack could only make the opponent pause, but it didn't even leave a trace of damage. This shocked Su Qingchen, who had always been confident.
After taking a deep breath, Su Qingchen closed his eyes. After feeling Lu Fei take a step closer to him, his soul power was fully activated, Xuan Ming Attack was running, and a faint blue light appeared on his body. A piece like a patch appeared on his right arm.
Armor like a dark blue gem.
Before everyone could be surprised by Su Qingchen's change, Lu Fei's deep voice sounded: "If you take this sword, you will win. If you fail to take it, you will lose." These few words were particularly powerful and domineering. They directly changed this scene.
The climax of the battle was pushed to the extreme.
Everyone also clenched their fists tightly following these words, and their inner expectations for the result were completely wiped out by Lu Fei's violent fighting spirit. They just looked at the stage quietly, silently giving support to the person in their hearts.
A bit of cheers.
The furious Bingyu sisters had put aside their resentment towards Su Qingchen, and had the same thought as Yin Ting beside them, which was to pray for Su Qingchen on the stage, hoping that he could receive this blow safely.
Winning or losing is not important at all.
After the domineering energy condensed in the sword spirit in Lu Fei's hand soared to the extreme, his body suddenly jumped up, and a sharp word appeared between the tense teeth: "cut". The word was moved by the sword, and an afterimage passed by, full of domineering power.
The soul-locking sword had already struck in front of Su Qingchen.
Su Qingchen's mind tightened, and a dark blue light burst out from his right arm. Just when the sword spirit was about to attack him, it appeared out of thin air in front of him.
"boom"
With an ear-splitting noise, the sword spirit and Su Qingchen's right arm collided fiercely. In an instant, blue and golden light enveloped Su Qingchen and Lu Fei. No one knew whether they were successful or failed at this moment.
To use his arm to block such a terrifying blow, is he seeking death or wanting to die? This question appeared in everyone's mind at the same time. At this time, those who supported Su Qingchen no longer had any thoughts of winning the game. They just simply hoped that Su Qingchen would be fine and wait.
If you can stand in front of them properly, it doesn't matter even if you lose penniless.
Due to excessive worry, tears appeared in the corners of Yin Ting's eyes, and she couldn't help but mutter to herself: "Su Qingchen, nothing will happen to you. As long as you are safe, I will never be angry with you again, no matter how troublesome you are."
It was okay. At this time, Yin Ting realized that Su Qingchen had been firmly locked deep in her heart.