() If you don’t use spiritual power, you will lose your powerful cultivation, but fighting with your physical body is undoubtedly much fairer to Ling Chen.
A small river of about two meters narrowed from a huge ravine like a chasm, so Ling Chen also had some strength to resist Qing Yan.
The veins expanded by the demonic energy were larger than those of ordinary people, and Ling Chen's flashing and flexible body was full of power.
"snort……"
"Papa"
Four hands of different sizes were constantly crossing their palms, and strong energy spread out. Ling Chen's arms were placed in an
Between his arms, Ling Chen staggered back a few steps. Without any chance to rest, Qing Yan's palm knife charged up and struck again.
Ling Chen could only block passively and target the weak areas on Qingyan's wrists to relieve the force, otherwise he would not be able to withstand several of Qingyan's spirit-gathering swords.
Damn, he is such a difficult guy, Qingyan was very angry.
Every time Ling Chen's nimble hands wrapped around his arm when he used the full-strength palm sword, it felt like he couldn't hit it with too much force.
Sometimes the hands of the two people are always mixed together due to fighting, and it becomes more and more difficult to stop...
"Forehead?"
"this……"
Everyone in the audience was stunned. Most of them could clearly see the extremely fast speed of the two fighting. Excluding the use of spiritual power, this kind of fighting actually looked more intense.
Stimulating the enthusiasm of the audience even more——
"Well"
Wuchen and others looked at the figures on the ring who were constantly fighting, and they kept punching and punching... they kept extending their arms, and Zuo Fuzi blocked the front...
The strange scene was that Qingyan was always attacking. Lingchen never made a real counterattack. He only sometimes passively approached Qingyan and caught Qingyan off guard with his deft lightning speed.
"It seems that, aside from spiritual power, hand-to-hand combat is Junior Brother Ling's strength."
Fatty Su watched the wonderful fight on the ring thoughtfully, expressing his own opinions from time to time.
Xiao Yu, who was standing next to him, had already been stunned. His surprised little face kept changing with the intense hand-to-hand fighting in the field. Sometimes he was nervous, and sometimes he was excited——
Most of the outer disciples in the audience were absorbed in this different competition——
"Qingyan! Why don't you use spiritual power? This is your biggest advantage."
The bookish man shouted angrily in the audience;
"If you lose this game, all your spiritual stones this month will be wasted."
On the other hand, the surrounding outer disciples were making a lot less noise. A useless person from the fifth level of the innate world actually tied with one of the 'Ten Ultimates' from the fifth level of the Soul Gathering Stage. Although he did not use spiritual power,
I believe that few people present possess this kind of courage, and people's initial ridicule gradually turned into admiration.
The Black World believes in the strong. This is the eternal supreme theorem. If you have strength, you will be respected by thousands of people. On the contrary, you will be permanently eliminated from the history of the Black World.
"Come, tell me! How weak are you? You are nothing but the spiritual power you need to survive."
Qingyan, whose hands were temporarily locked by Ling Chen, stared at Ling Chen in front of him with a frosty expression, full of anger.
The light tone sounded like mockery and contempt, which made Qingyan's pretty face feel hot. The scholarly man in the audience had already annoyed her enough, and now Lingchen came to laugh at her.
"Go to hell"
Qingyan let out a sweet cry and broke away from Ling Chen's strong arm. Qingyan's pretty face was cold from a distance of three or four meters, and his body disappeared again. Qingyan emerged with all the strength he had accumulated in his body, and his right palm was gradually overflowing.
A terrifying energy arose, and the power of the palm formed by extreme expansion and compression should not be underestimated.
"Bang"
Qingyan's dress fluttered with the breeze, and he walked into Lingchen like a ghost, locked his left hand behind his back, and raised his body slightly.
A sharp and extremely powerful palm slashed across Lingchen's waist. The strong wind around Qingyan's body fluttered violently, blowing her hair away.
Ling Chen felt this extremely terrifying power, with no expression on his calm face.
"Sure enough, it's still the right hand..."
The strong wind blew his sleeves flying, and Ling Chen's hair was scattered behind his head as he watched the tyrannical palm knife slash at him.
this moment!
time!
Time seemed to be slowed down countless times. As for the many outer disciples in the audience who were nervously looking up at the ring, their expressions seemed to be shortened and slowed down countless times...
As many of the astonished outer disciples in the audience watched with their wide-open pupils, Ling Chen stamped his feet on the ground and jumped into the air with all his strength.
Finally, the slow death blade passed by Ling Chen's flying face, taking away a few strands of long flowing hair.
Qingyan's feet stepped on the floor inconsistently, and his back tilted slightly due to the rapid sprint.
With his beautiful hair hanging on his pretty face, Qingyan raised his head and looked up at Ling Chen above him with an unwilling expression.
"despair"
The long clothes fell first, Ling Chen made a circle in the air, and landed in front of Qingyan in an instant, because he knew that even if he escaped Qingyan's sharp blow, he would still have to fight again.
Continue to face the horizontal and vertical slashes of Qingyan's sword.
Crossbar, left arm bent to clasp Qingyan's right hand, Ling Chen's big hand touched Qingyan's smooth green gauze, touched a certain point on Qingyan's wrist, turned around and looked at the familiar face in front of him.
Ling Chen gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence;
"If you haven't realized it yet, then this is the end."
"Click"
Ling Chen followed Qingyan's frightened eyes and slowly started to exert force with his big hands. It looked as if he was going to break Qingyan's hand bones.
Many outer disciples exclaimed in surprise when they saw this scene.
Even An Jinxuan and others were stunned for a while. They never expected that Ling Chen was so ruthless and wanted to destroy Qing Yan's wrist. He didn't know how to show mercy at all——
"No……"
Qingyan shouted loudly.
The whole body couldn't help but emit extremely strong spiritual pressure. This endless pressure overflowed from Qingyan's petite body, and immediately knocked Ling Chen who was holding Qingyan's wrist away, and his white body flew up.
——
"Huh……"
It all happens so fast, and changes happen in the blink of an eye.
"Uh, haha"
The big hand holding Qingyan's wrist slowly fell away from the thin white onion jade fingers.
Qingyan raised his head and looked at Ling Chen who was flying away. He raised his body slightly and had a flash of inspiration. He aimed his right palm at Ling Chen who was flying in the air, and a green beam of light burst out instantly.
"No……"
Wuchen and An Jinxuan stared blankly at the figure flying upside down in the air as the green beam of light penetrated Ling Chen's body.
Ling Chen staggered in mid-air...
Scarlet blood spread all over the sky, staining the white clothes, turning them into blood red.
Blood fell to the edge of the ring along with the staggering figure. Finally unable to bear it, Wu Chen and An Jinxuan struggled to climb onto the ring and helped Ling Chen, who was twitching on the ground.
Many outer disciples around looked at Ling Chen who was coughing up blood in silence, and did not make any sarcastic remarks this time.
"Junior Brother Ling, how are you?"
An Jinxuan used his sleeve to wipe the large mouthful of blood that was spitting out from the corner of Ling Chen's mouth, and asked in a panic.
"I'm fine! Ahem..."
Ling Chen coughed up a large mouthful of blood again and looked at Wu Chen (An Jinxuan) with a worried look on his face with a smile.
"Let's go, junior brother! Let's go back."
Wu Chen and An Jinxuan looked at each other and helped up Ling Chen, whose clothes were stained with blood. Xiao Yu and Fatty Su on the other side also squeezed into the crowd and came to the ring, looking at the blood-stained man on the ring with worry.
"Why did you do that?"
Qingyan covered his right hand with his left hand and stared blankly at Ling Chen and the others in the distance.
"Haha, you won... now... do you understand?" |
Ling Chen's teeth were stained red with blood and looked very weak. He still said these words intermittently without looking back.
"you……"
Qingyan looked at Wuchen and others with a dumbfounded expression as they helped Ling Chen and walked out of the square out of the way of the crowd...
"Why is this? What is your relationship with me?"
Qingyan, who was talking to himself, looked at the main peak of the outer sect with complex eyes. Perhaps only 'she' could answer the doubts in his heart.
When he came back to his senses, a drop of bright red blood on the tip of his right finger was reflected in the depths of Qingyan's dreamy eyes.
Watching the three people staggering on the road where the crowd gave way.