The black sword light, like a horrifying force, slashed towards Duan Lanxi's waist, and the moment it approached Duan Lanxi, the black sword light suddenly bent, forming a circle, sealing Duan Lanxi's surroundings.
But at this moment, Duan Lanxi suddenly knelt down on one knee and pressed his right hand firmly on the ground. The source of Zifu's power surged forward, and the terrifying energy caused the arena to collapse.
"Heaven-falling strike!" When the black sword light was less than three inches away, Duan Lanxi suddenly shouted loudly, and a terrifying wave of energy burst out from the palm of his hand pressed on the ring, and Duan Lanxi was ejected into the air.
Ten meters in the air.
Then Duan Lanxi flipped forward in the air and appeared in the sky above Wei Donglie. A ball of cyan light flashed in the palm of his right hand, and a half-meter-sized cyan energy ball appeared. It shot out violently, like a meteorite falling from the sky.
The pressure makes the space "buzz"!
"Well done!" Wei Dong's eyes were full of fighting spirit. Facing Duan Lanxi's strong counterattack, he did not dodge. Instead, he mobilized his source power and injected it into the Black Iron Sword.
"Zheng!" Xuantie Sword made a loud sword sound, and a black sword light about ten feet long suddenly shot out, like a huge python, exuding terrifying sword energy pressure.
"The bright moon breaks with light!" Wei Dong shouted in his heart and shook the black iron sword violently. The black sword light, which was about ten feet long, immediately shattered and turned into thousands of inch-sized sword lights, which rushed up into the sky like a meteor shower.
, lasered into the cyan energy ball.
"Boom!" A thunderous explosion sounded. The cyan energy ball exploded under the lasing of the black sword light, and a ring of circular ripples of source power rippled away in all directions.
"In the hands of these two people, almost all the advanced Huang-level immortal arts have exerted their due power. It should not be underestimated." Xiaoyu looked at the stone pillar, landed safely on the ring, and started a stalemate with Wei Dong again.
Duan Lanxi commented in his heart.
"You brat, are you becoming more discerning now? But you are right about one thing. These two juniors are indeed rare. If you don't use Xuan-level magic, your winning rate against any of them will only be 50%." Xiao
Lin suddenly became interested and said through a voice message in Xiaoyu's mind.
"Yes." Xiao Yu nodded, agreeing with Xiao Lin's last sentence, and then said: "But I think that Duan Lanxi's winning rate will be higher in this competition."
"Why do you doubt that she may have practiced the Xuan-level intermediate skill Iron Wolf Jue?" Xiao Lin seemed to have guessed what Xiao Yu was thinking and asked aloud.
"Well, although the Iron Wolf Art is the treasure of the Tianlan Sect and can only be practiced by the leaders of the past dynasties, Duan Lanxi is extremely talented and her cultivation is far beyond that of her peers. Even some older people feel inferior to them. If there is no accident,
More than ten years later, the position of head of Tianlan Sect belongs to her.
Coupled with the three sects competing for the ownership of the mineral veins, in order to ensure the final victory, it is not impossible to let her practice the Iron Wolf Art in advance." Xiaoyu analyzed the speculation in his heart and slowly said: "
And don’t forget, Duan Lanxi has been in retreat with Ancestor Linghu these years. Given the importance he attaches to Duan Lanxi, he may have passed on the Iron Wolf Technique to her long ago, but outsiders don’t know about it.”
"It seems that the past few years in the Monster Mountain Range have not been in vain, and now that you have analyzed things clearly, you are clear." Xiao Lin praised Xiao Yu with a hint of ridicule, feeling happy for his maturity of mind.
Immortal cultivators' enlightenment against heaven is not recognized by the laws of heaven and earth, so every step is extremely difficult. If you don't have a mature mind and a stable Taoist heart, you won't go too far on the immortal path. This is why some
The reason why powerful sects often send their disciples down the mountain for training is to hone their minds.
"Boy, you have been in Tianlan Sect for so long, have you ever seen that junior Linghu?" Xiao Lin suddenly asked Xiao Yu a digression.
"I didn't see it, what's wrong?" Xiaoyu asked with some confusion.
"It's nothing, I just want to tell you that he is also here to watch today's competition." Xiao Lin flew out the flame jade pendant, floating next to Xiao Yu, and looked at the edge of the square on the right, under an ancient tree about ten feet thick.
A figure said.
"So, he is the ancestor Linghu?" Xiao Yu followed Xiao Lin's eyes and looked over.
Under the ancient tree, which was about 10 feet thick, I saw an old man in coarse linen clothes, a straw hat, and his trousers rolled up to his knees. He looked like a farmer, about seventy or eighty years old, leaning against the ancient tree.
He observed the battle on the ring with a calm expression.
"I never thought that the ancestor Linghu, whom everyone in the Tianlan Sect respected, would be such an ordinary old man." Xiaoyu said to himself with some surprise.
"Actually, this is not surprising. In the Xianzhang Continent, there are indeed some people with strong cultivation. They don't want to be too ostentatious, so they dress very ordinary. Maybe one day you meet a beggar, and he is probably
A strong airbender." Xiao Lin explained casually.
"Oh." Xiaoyu nodded, and carefully observed Ancestor Linghu, then withdrew his eyes and looked at the two people who were still fighting on the ring. But at this moment, Ancestor Linghu,
As if he realized that Xiao Yu was peeping at him, his eyes became extremely sharp and looked at him.
"This kid should be called Xiao Yu. It's not simple. He can actually sense my presence. It's interesting." Ancestor Linghu flashed a hint of wisdom in his eyes and muttered to himself, then ignored Xiao Yu and turned around.
And looked towards the arena.
The battle in the arena is still going on fiercely. Both Duan Lanxi and Wei Dong have pushed their own strength to the limit. Various yellow-level advanced magic techniques have been produced in endlessly. For a while, it is difficult to tell the winner. They are quite evenly matched.
posture.
"Drink!" Duan Lanxi shouted softly, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand turned into a thorn. In an instant, he stabbed out eighteen swords, locking eighteen important acupuncture points on Wei Dong's body.
No matter which of these acupoints it is, once it is hit, it will be seriously injured even if it is not dead. However, Wei Dong also has extremely rich combat experience. He took out the black iron sword, squeezed the sword with both hands, and stepped on the seven-star magic circle. The black iron sword immediately struck
He spun at high speed in front of him.
"Mingyue Shining Shield!" Wei Dong shouted softly, and the sword techniques in his hands shook continuously. A whirlpool of spiritual power and sword light immediately condensed under the high-speed rotation of the black iron sword. It was about ten feet in size. From a distance, it looked like
A bright moon.
"Bang, bang, bang..." The eighteen swords thrust out by Duan Lanxi were all blocked by the whirlpool of spiritual sword light.
"Pseudo Sword Control Technique!" Wei Dong did not pause after resisting Duan Lanxi's attack. The sword technique in his hand was changing. The high-speed rotating Black Iron Sword immediately stopped and quickly shrank. In the blink of an eye, it was only three inches.
Large or small, it turned into a black light and shot towards Duan Lanxi.