Wang Yue exclaimed, she didn't expect Ling Chen's long sword to be so sharp, it directly cut through Chang Ling and hit Wang Yue's panicked face.
Looking at the sharp long sword entwined with faint blood evil aura and demonic aura, after panicking, Mochizuki moved slightly to the left and decisively gave up on the long water chestnut that broke into two halves.
"簌猌"
Wangyue Jade stepped aside and raised his hand gently, and countless aura swords filled with aura were shot out from his fingertips as white as green onions.
"Crackling!" Ling Chen quickly waved the long black sword in his hands to block the blade shot by Leng Yan.
After the match between Fatty Su and Xiao Yu in the audience, they returned to Mo Shangyu and the others, looking up at Ling Chen's arena with suspicion.
At this moment, Ling Chen's body made a few "tat-tat" sounds, and he was pushed back repeatedly by the fierce impact of the sword...
"Ling Chen is a body-forging monk. Wangyue won't let his junior brother get close to him, so the situation is not good." Wuxie rarely spoke, and always had a faint smile on his elegant face.
"Is it possible that all body-building monks can develop such a strong intimidation?" Wuchen thought of the frightened expression that Wangyue looked at Ling Chen earlier. He was so fast and furious.
Mo Shangyu guessed lightly; "I rarely come into contact with the body-forging lineage, so I don't know the current situation of Junior Brother Ling."
Wuxie glanced sideways at the two of them, and said with a faint smile on his elegant face; "The advantages Ling Chen relies on now are his strong body and that sharp long sword-" Wuxie, who thought deeply for a moment, also looked at it with curiosity.
Looking at Ling Chen on the stage.
"If this stalemate continues, it will be Ling Chen who suffers. His demonic energy cannot continue to circulate. The innate and spirit-gathering stages are not at the same level at all." Shang He could see clearly that the two people on the ring were separated from each other, and Wang Yue's fingertips
The fierce spiritual energy that was constantly shooting out would not let Ling Chen get close.
Perhaps she was previously surprised by how easily Ling Chen tore her Chang Ling apart, so Wang Yue and Ling Chen started a war of attrition. As a result, the only one who couldn't afford the expense was Junior Brother Ling.
Xiao Yu looked at the battle in the ring with dissatisfaction and said angrily, "This woman is so disgusting. Junior Brother Ling's cultivation is so much lower than her, and she is still dodging. What do you mean?"
Wuchen looked at Xiao Yu with soft eyes. The two had grown up together. Wuchen had always regarded Xiao Yu as his younger sister, and he noticed the deep worry in the depths of Xiao Yu's eyes.
Gently patting Xiao Yu's shoulder, Wu Chen comforted him; "Xiao Yu, don't worry, it doesn't matter even if Junior Brother Ling loses, at least he has been fighting 'Wang Yue' from the second level of the Spirit Gathering Stage for so long.
The clan should keep him."
"But, Junior Brother Ling can obviously defeat that woman, it's all her! She only knows how to dodge and deliberately consume Junior Brother Ling who has a lower cultivation level than her."
"In the arena, everything is just about winning. Apart from side tricks, any method can be used."
Shang Qing looked at Xiao Yu's worried face and explained.
Ling Chen on the other side frowned, Xiao Yu and the others had guessed well!
He and Mochizuki are fighting a war of attrition, and will lose sooner or later. Not only is the spiritual energy rich in the Soul Gathering Stage, but the speed of recovering spiritual power is also not comparable to that in the Innate Stage.
Ling Chen tightened his grip on the trembling long sword in his hand, knowing that it seemed to be thirsty for blood and could hardly hold it any longer.
"burst"
Demonic energy exploded under his feet, and Ling Chen jumped vertically and horizontally toward the moon.
"hehe"
Wangyue raised her eyebrows and looked at Ling Chen who jumped into the air. The Chang Ling in her right hand suddenly stretched out. Countless spiritual energy gathered at the other end of the cyan Chang Ling, forming a blue beam of light as big as the mouth of a bowl, aiming at the Ling Chen in the air.
Ling Chen flashed with terrifying spiritual pressure.
"Uh, this..."
Ling Chen's leaping body had no leverage, and he watched helplessly as the terrifying beam of light shot out from the Moon Watching Changling. The helpless Ling Chen placed his hands on the hilt of his sword, standing upright in front of him to block it.
"Snapped"
The cyan beam of light shot out diagonally from the side of Ling Chen's long sword and disappeared into the deep blue sky...
Ling Chen's body was knocked crooked by the cyan beam of light, and his hands were shattered with traces of blood, and he almost couldn't hold on to the sword in his hand.
Staggering down from the sky, Ling Chen half-crouched on the floor with a sword in his right hand, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his sharp eyes looked at Wang Yue at the edge of the ring.
"Junior brother, why are you doing this?" Wang Yue whispered under her eyebrow-length bangs, looking at the seriously injured Ling Chen on the floor.
"kill!"
This voice of longing rang out in his heart again, Ling Chen's messy hair fluttered slightly, and his body was already running straight towards the moon.
He knew that after gathering the terrifying spiritual energy just now, Wang Yue would definitely not be able to send out such a powerful bombardment in a short time.
"You..." Wangyue frowned as she looked at Ling Chen's swift figure, which was like a shooting star chasing the moon, but there was no look of panic on her face.
Ling Chen dragged the long sword filled with murderous intent, and came to Wangyue in a flash of lightning, and slashed out with a sharp sword!
Wangyue's nimble dancing posture was as fast as a rabbit on the run, and she was extremely nimble when running. Whenever Ling Chen's powerful sword struck, she could barely dodge it.
Horizontal chop, vertical chop, force chop...
No matter how hard Ling Chen attacks, Wang Yue can always be one beat faster than him. This can no longer be described as quick eyesight and quick hands to describe Wang Yue's graceful dancing posture.
Graceful and soft! The extraordinarily gorgeous dance attracted the attention of many outer disciples in the audience. They had not seen Wang Yue's graceful dance in the previous games. The graceful figure running in the sun made them burst into surprise.
"It's so beautiful. Is this the junior sister of Xiaoyao Peak?"
"Yes, such a beautiful figure, a natural dancer"
"After the competition, I'm going to get to know her..."
There were sounds coming from under the arena, and most of the disciples in the outer square were attracted to the arena called Wangyue.
Mochizuki gently opened her sleeves, and her sleeves danced, as if countless petals were floating down in the sky, swaying, each petal holding strands of agarwood...
There is only another section of long water chestnuts and green clothes left, and the breeze makes the clothes fly.
Ling Chen's face was gloomy, and Wang Yue in front of him was even more like a fairy. The two of them matched up to form a beautiful picture. I never thought that the two people standing together during the battle could be so harmonious, as if Ling Chen was constantly
The moves used to attack Mochizuki have all become foils, making Mochizuki's dance posture so perfect...
There's just one flaw.
If Ling Chen didn't hold that murderous sword in his hand,
, this picture becomes even more perfect.
The long sword slashed through the air..., and her figure danced faster and faster, her jade-like hands lingering gracefully, her skirt fluttering, her pair of smoke-like watery eyes lingering for words, the flowing light dancing, her whole person seemed to be separated by mist.
The flowers are hazy and misty, flashing with beautiful colors, but so far out of reach...
"Abominable" cuts the air every time.
The long sword that Ling Chen wielded already felt a little powerless——
"If we are defeated and the demonic energy is exhausted, Junior Brother Ling won't be able to hold on for long."
Wuchen and his team stared at the ring more intently and lied...
…
On the elders' chairs, several old men looked at the gorgeous dancing arena, looked at each other, twirled their beards, and smiled lightly.
"This disciple of Xiaoyao Peak is still good at dancing. Looking at Wangyue, I can't help but think of 'her' back then."
Gradually, the smiling elders beside them stopped talking. After a while, the elder who had been talking eloquently realized that he had said the wrong thing. He quickly stopped smiling and looked at the gorgeous competition on the ring with a majestic look.
"kill"
Three angry shouts sounded in his heart. Ling Chen squatted on the floor sweating profusely, and his consciousness began to become blurry.
Wang Yue, who was constantly spinning around Ling Chen, seemed to have no intention of attacking Ling Chen. She was still dancing gracefully, wandering around Ling Chen... as if she was immersed in the beautiful melody...
"Haha, this little girl is so scheming."
An elder smiled from the elder's chair.
"She is accumulating strength, and the final blow will be a completely devastating attack."
The innocent and elegant face smiled lightly, and the smile on his lips became even stronger when he looked at the dance of the fairy falling dust on the stage.
"What should I do? Do you want to remind Junior Brother Ling? He is completely weak now."
Xiao Yu looked at the ring nervously!
Wuchen gently held Xiao Yu's little hand and said softly, "Don't worry, Junior Brother Ling will be fine."
An Jinxuan and Fatty Su opened their eyes and stared at the graceful dance on the stage. They wondered what the killer move hidden in the graceful dance would be.
"kill!"
The roaring and angry killing awakened Ling Chen again. His eyes were dim, and he stood up with difficulty holding the sword in his right hand.
Gradually, Ling Chen realized that something was wrong. The green figures spinning rapidly around him confused his will, and his eyes began to spin.
The body was shaking, and Ling Chen was about to collapse...
The graceful and enchanting dance posture deeply attracted many outer disciples in the audience, and gradually everyone's attention was focused on this elegant fighting arena.
Wangyue's body flew into the air like a dragonfly, leaving only the residual image of her sleeves that continued to dangle in Ling Chen's mind.
The whole body exudes the most dazzling cyan light!
"Mixing graceful dancing postures into magical stabbing techniques, the wind dances and neon clothes can be used to counterattack quickly in defense, and the stabbing curved sleeves can be used repeatedly to perform the previous move. The moves are unpredictable and slightly playful, often making it difficult for the enemy.
It is one of the few dance skills of the dancing girl to take advantage of the opportunity and accept the defeat. Unexpectedly, Xiaoyao Peak has improved this dance method and made it develop in the opposite direction of being feminine and seducing the enemy."
"Haha, Elder Ni, Guifeng's magical power of colorful clothes is indeed still so elegant and elegant."
"The style is still the same...haha"
The beautiful middle-aged woman who smiled slightly took a look at the graceful figure on the ring with pleasure, and murmured to the elders around her: "The child Wangyue has experienced the harshness of the world at a young age, and has realized the third level of the magic power of colorful clothes. This is also her destiny.
"
…………
The hazy and graceful blue figure revealed a pair of bright eyes, and turned back to look down at the confused man on the ring.
Watching the Moon dances the last segment of the caltrop, forming a spike filled with spiritual light. The spiky caltrop continuously gathers a large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth in the void, and gradually emits a more dazzling light.
‘Fengwu Nishang’ is gathering spiritual energy to deliver the most fatal blow.
In the arena of the four geniuses, they had already defeated their opponents for the second time. The four tall and handsome men in white silently stared at Ling Chen's side of the arena, with a hint of admiration in their cold eyes.
Ling Chen's pupils shrank violently, he woke up, and suddenly raised his head to look at the huge long water chestnut in the sky where the spiritual energy gathered.
There was a hint of terror all over his body, which showed how terrifying this cyan aura was.
What to do? Run away!
Ling Chen glanced at the stairs leading to the bottom of the ring, thought about it, and was about to escape from the place!
But a scene appeared that made Ling Chen look ashen. The feet he had just raised were locked in place by the broken Changling.
This was the Changling fragment that Ling Chen had torn apart before, but at this moment it became the source of his tragedy.
I don't know what Wang Yue did. He stuck the pieces of his feet together, making Ling Chen unable to move at all.
"Ling Chen, admit defeat, quickly admit defeat!"
Xiao Yu, who was below the ring, finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly towards the distant ring.
"Are you admitting defeat..."
Ling Chen turned around and glanced at Xiao Yu, whose little face in the crowd was full of worry and speechless. Maybe he had his own thoughts.
Perhaps many people and disciples in the audience at this time would think that Ling Chen was a fool, and it was not worth risking serious injuries to endure a match that was destined to fail.
But who knows! The true thoughts of this resolute man.
Can you escape knowing that you are outmatched?
If you know that you can't match the power of the Ashes Sect, can you just watch the sect being slaughtered? If you don't resist, how do you know it won't work?
Suddenly, the long black sword in Ling Chen's right hand emitted a burst of white light, and Ling Chen's consciousness suddenly entered another world.