Meng Bufan stood there motionless, with no intention of using the Duxu Body Technique.
Meng Bufan could faintly feel that there was a fierce fire approaching him, and a burning sensation hit him along with the wind of the sword.
So, he raised his sword gracefully - Qiu Shuangshuang, which was blended into the secret of water. Wherever the shadow of the sword passed, it condensed into pieces of crystal clear ice. In the eyes of others, Meng Bufan was lifting his weight with ease at this moment, relaxed and casual.
, but it looks extremely chic. The power of the Shadowless Sword at the Dacheng stage is indeed much more powerful than that at the Xiaocheng stage.
After the Cuiyun knife hit the ice cubes formed by the autumn frost, the faint red light on the knife disappeared, and only the crisp clanking sound was heard.
The urging cloud knife was easily blocked by the sword shadow of the green light sword.
"Happy!" Huofeng laughed loudly.
"Second move, red flame knife!"
Huofeng loaded all the secrets of fire that could be integrated into the blade into the blade, exerted all his strength and true energy, and slashed it with one sword. The power of this move was much greater than the momentum of the Cloud-Driven Sword just now, and the blade was struck by a ball.
The flames wrapped it and slashed towards Meng Bufan.
Meng Bufan wanted to test the Wave Sword he created. The secret of water passed through the blue light sword. Meng Bufan moved forward just a little bit. A real wave, centered on Meng Bufan, slowly moved around.
The flow flowed away. Meng Bufan did not stop. After tapping lightly in front of him a few times, the wave became more turbulent. The disciples around him could not bear the impact and flew back one after another.
As the direct attack point of the waves, Fire Wind was hit the hardest by the waves, as if one wave after another was pressing hard towards him, and then again.
At this time, the flames on the Fire Wind Sword had been extinguished, and the Fire Phoenix used its body skills to dodge the pressure of the waves in a panic. Finally, it was accidentally hit by a wave of waves, and it staggered.
He was knocked down by the waves.
Meng Bufan had already withdrawn his moves and stood there quietly. Although he was a thin figure, in the eyes of the disciples, he looked very tall at this moment.
Huofeng stood up and clasped his fists at Meng Bufan: "Hearing is false and seeing is believing. Now that senior brother believes in your ability to fight across levels, you are so perverted. I will come to you for competition in the future. It is interesting to compete with the strong.
.Haha" After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
Meng Bufan was speechless. Huo Feng was a masochist, but his determination to pursue martial arts was extremely firm. Meng Bufan believed that as long as he didn't fall halfway, Huo Feng might achieve something in the future.
"Senior Brother Hu!" Meng Bufan saw Hu Yidao.
Hu Yidao stepped forward and punched Meng Bufan hard: "You are so powerful. No one will be your opponent in the new disciple competition in a month. Whoever encounters you will be unlucky."
Meng Bufan smiled, chatted with Hu Yidao, and walked towards the place where he lived.
Zhao Hu was practicing hard at the moment. During the time when Meng Bufan was away, he had been working hard, not wanting to be pushed too far away by Meng Bufan, so he was practicing hard all day long. Now he has reached the third level of martial arts.
Zhao Hu was pleasantly surprised to see Meng Bufan return. Hearing Hu Yidao talk about the battle between Meng Bufan and Huofeng just now, Zhao Hu was even more happy.
Hu Yidao left after chatting for a while.
Meng Bufan asked Zhao Hu: "Brother Hu, where do you rank among the new disciples of the third level of martial arts now?"
Zhao Hu said: "In terms of cultivation ranking, it should be in the dozen or so, and the actual combat effectiveness should be in the top ten. Hu Yidao is now a fifth-level martial artist, the highest ranked besides you, and there are seven or eight fourth-level martial artists.
Heavy. You should have nothing to do with this year's new disciple martial arts competition. Your actual combat power is far beyond ours, and the competition has lost the meaning of training. Anyone who encounters you will automatically admit defeat."
Meng Bufan nodded, agreeing with Zhao Hu's view.
Zhao Hu noticed the little tiger looking around in the room. He liked the little tiger's flowing fur very much and reached out to touch it. The little tiger was not happy and growled lowly, and even bared his teeth at Zhao Hu.
Meng Bufan said: "Don't touch it, it is not allowed to be touched by outsiders. Its name is also called Xiaohu." Meng Bufan laughed.
Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled honestly.
While the two were chatting, they heard footsteps coming from outside the door again.
When he went out, he saw several young men of seventeen or eighteen years old. Zhao Hu quietly told Meng Bufan that these were all outstanding disciples of the inner sect, one year ahead of Meng Bufan and the others.
"Junior Brother Meng, I heard that you easily defeated Huofeng, and a few of us also wanted to come over and ask for advice," one of the pale-faced young men in green said.
The number one Che Lord in the inner sect, he is seventeen years old, and his cultivation level is already at the eighth level of the Martial Lord.
Leng Wanwan, the second in the inner sect, is sixteen years old and has cultivated to the seventh level of Martial Lord.
The fourth person in the inner sect, Yun Zhongxing, is eighteen years old and has cultivated to the seventh level of Martial Lord.
The remaining few should be the outer disciples of the previous generation who followed them.
Meng Bufan smiled and let the storm come more violently. Meng Bufan himself also wanted to have a hearty battle to test the results of his cultivation during this period.
"Okay, then I won't be polite and will ask some senior brothers and sisters for advice." Meng Bufan said unceremoniously.
A group of people arrived at the competition venue. Meng Bufan's figure floated and stood on the competition stage like a ghost.
Yun Zhongxing jumped onto the competition stage, faster than Meng Bufan.
What Yun Zhongxing is best at is his movement skills. He is as fast as lightning and moves as fast as the wind. He holds a dagger with golden light.
Meng Bufan didn't dare to be negligent. When he saw Yun Zhongxing's dagger, he knew that since the sword was so short, it must be extremely fast. Now he and Yun Zhongxing could have a smooth battle.
"Senior brother, be careful!" As soon as his voice fell, Meng Bufan used the Rising Sun Stab and thrust his sword towards Yunzhong Xing. The speed was fast but silent. Meng Bufan's sword skills had been practiced to perfection. However, Yunzhong Xing did not
It was simple. Meng Bufan's sword was blocked without even looking at his movements.
Instinctively, Meng Bufan then used the Luoxia Split move, incorporating a little of the mysteries of water. It was like a brilliant ray of light, wrapped in faint waves, and split into the clouds. In the eyes of others, it was a colorful streak.
The waves crashed towards Yunzhong Xing's head.
Facing Meng Bufan's terrifying blow, Yun Zhongxing did not block it. He flicked his body like a dragonfly and floated towards Meng Bufan. At the same time, the dagger in his hand burst out with a dazzling light.
, tapping Meng Bufan’s shoulder.
Autumn frost! Meng Bufan integrated all the secrets of water into his sword moves.
There was a crisp clang sound, and the ice cube that appeared in front of Meng Bufan blocked the lightning-fast sword in the cloud.
Everyone nearby was dazzled. Che Jun said to Leng Wanwan: "Junior sister, I didn't expect that Junior Brother Meng can react so quickly. You won't have any advantage against him."
Leng Wanwan nodded, still staring at the field intently.
Meng Bufan used the Wave Sword he created and tapped it gently in front of him. Yun Zhongxing's movement was too fast, so he used a wave of waves to suppress him. As Meng Bufan followed
Gently connect the dots, and a wave of waves presses towards the clouds.
Yun Zhongxing's body movements gradually became less light, like carrying a heavy weight. His movements gradually slowed down, and he avoided the waves in a slightly embarrassed manner.
"I give up." Yun Zhongxing was a bachelor. When he saw that his best movement skills were being suppressed, he quickly gave up.
Leng Wanwan spoke to Che Jun at this time: "If I go up to fight Junior Brother Meng for the last move, there is nothing I can do. People are self-aware, so I won't go up and show off my embarrassment. Senior brother, it's up to you. If we are
It’s really a bit shameful to suppress a kid who has just entered the sect.”
At this time, no one noticed that there was a large golden-eyed eagle hanging in the sky. On the back of the eagle sat two young men, a man and a woman. The man was Sun Jian, the core disciple, and the woman was when Meng Bufan entered the sect.
, the cold woman who helped him fill out the form.
"Junior sister, Meng Bufan's progress has exceeded my imagination. I didn't expect that in just half a year, he could actually make the inner sect's Yun Zhongxing admit defeat. How about we take Junior Brother Meng with us on this mission?"
The cold woman nodded and said nothing.
At this time, Meng Bufan and Che Jun were already standing opposite each other on the competition stage, one holding a green light sword and the other holding a big sword.