Chapter 207: The legendary shamelessness (first update)
"One year old and one year old? What is that?"
Feng Jinghong asked with some confusion.
"Qing Qian's most powerful attack is a move in "Kurong Jue". As long as the enemy is hit by it, his life force will be consumed, and once he is touched, he will not stop dying. This is also the most powerful thing about "Kurong Jue"
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"What? Isn't that invincible?"
Wan Jianfeng couldn't see clearly the fight on stage, and listened with itch to Shang Pang Wuliang's words about He Qingqian, but he didn't expect such shocking news.
"Yes, if that's the case, wouldn't it be certain to die as long as you get caught in that green mist?"
Feng Wuji was also a little confused.
"No, that green mist has a dual effect. It can not only kill enemies, but also revive people. Its greatest effect is to cure diseases and save people."
Pang Wuliang looked very mysterious and looked around carefully.
"If it's about privacy, don't say it. After all, cultivation is no small matter!"
Feng Jinghong didn't want to pry into other people's secrets.
"It's okay, Qing Qian told me, and it's not a secret. Her "Kurong Jue" can only be used against cultivators of the same level, and it requires very high mental power. If she reaches the Nascent Soul stage, she will convert her mental power into
Her consciousness will be much better. Now she can only hold on for less than a stick of incense, but this is enough, no one can sustain it for that long with the loss of life force!"
Pang Wuliang was very proud, as if he was so fierce. Feng Jinghong could tell that although Pang Wuliang had been avoiding He Qingqian, he must have liked her in his heart, but he was avoiding her because of his lack of strength.
"Sure enough, Jian Linghong is going to be in trouble now!"
Although Feng Jinghong has been talking to Pang Wuliang, his consciousness is always paying attention to the two people on the stage. The light green mist is getting more and more, and finally the entire arena is shrouded inside, and Jian Linghong is at this time
Only then did he realize that something was wrong. When he wanted to use his sword, he was horrified to find that his life force was constantly draining away.
In the journey of cultivation, the so-called cultivation, the so-called skills, the final result pursued is the same, that is to live forever, to live as long as the heaven and the earth, to shine with the sun and the moon, and the life force is lost, no matter how powerful the skills are
, it cannot exert its due power, even if it is sword intent.
Jian Linghong's evil-fighting sword was as powerful as ever, but he couldn't use it freely. It was like a child holding a peerless sword. No matter how powerful the sword was, the child's strength was limited and he couldn't use it at all.
When it exerts its due power, even picking up this divine sword seems extremely difficult.
This is what Jian Linghong is like now. His sword intention is no longer as smooth as it used to be. He can't do whatever he wants, and he can't even retract and release it freely.
"How could this happen? How could I lose at the hands of a woman? Impossible, impossible. I am a genius disciple of Piaomiao Peak. It is impossible for me to lose to a woman. I want to defeat Feng Jinghong. I want to let
He will always be stepped on by me!"
Jian Linghong's bloody hair was swinging wildly, his eyes were blood red, and an evil aura surged out from his body, but it was of no avail. In just twenty breaths, Jian Linghong went from one person to another.
The boy in his twenties turned into a middle-aged man in his thirties, with white hair growing on his temples, and the hands holding the sword began to tremble.
"As long as you admit defeat, I'll let you go, how about that?"
After all, He Qingqian came from Baicaotang. He had a pure heart and could not bear to do things that were unethical. Seeing Jian Linghong struggling in pain, he sighed and said quietly.
"snort!"
Jian Linghong didn't appreciate it at all. He considered himself a proud man, but he didn't expect that he was made weak without even using the most powerful attack, and he also faced the threat of death. He originally wanted to show off his skills.
The Ten Thousand Immortals Conference was actually going to be his burial place. Anger, unwillingness, and all kinds of negative emotions invaded his brain.
"Oh, that's all, you can get off the stage, I can't bear to hurt your life!"
The crisp voice seemed extremely far away, He Qingqian closed the thick fog, and the two figures appeared in everyone's sight.
The breeze slowly blew He Qing's light purple dress, making it look like a fairy. Opposite him, Jian Linghong was half-kneeling on the stage, holding a sword in one hand and leaning on the ground. His bloody hair turned into
It turned into red and white, the whole person was panting desperately, and the eyes were glowing with strange blood, like a blood-devouring beast.
"Tsk, what genius disciple of Piaomiao Peak can't even beat a woman!"
"What do you know? Maybe their counterattack is about to begin now?"
"Start? If that girl hadn't let him go, maybe he would be a dead man now, and he still fights back? Do you still want shame? Get off!"
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All kinds of cynicism hit Jian Linghong like a tide, and his already extremely twisted heart became even darker, and the expression on his face was extremely ferocious.
"Evil-proofing Sword Intent!"
Just when everyone thought Jian Linghong would give in and step down, a shocking sword intent pierced the calm air, and the air made a harsh tearing sound like a piece of silk. He Qingqian, who was opposite him, obviously did not expect that Jian Linghong would suddenly
He took action, was caught off guard, and was hit hard. Like a purple butterfly, it flew up and fell towards the audience!
"How dare you!"
Pang Wuliang's eyes turned red instantly and he flew out towards the place where He Qingqian fell. Feng Jinghong was also furious. He didn't expect that after three years, Jian Linghong was still like this.
Any repentance!
"Shameless! You actually take action at this time!"
"As expected of someone who came from Piaomiao Peak. He is not a demon sect, but he is worse than a demon sect. I, the Yingui Sect, feel inferior to me!"
Guan Bing also looked indignant. Although he was a disciple of the Demon Sect and acted based on his personal preferences, he had never been so shameless. What's more, he still attacked a female cultivator who let him go. This kind of behavior cannot be said to be shameful.
The jealous Guan Bing and several other disciples of the great sect were also unhappy. No one wanted to be friends with a jackal that could pounce on him at any time.
"Why, I, Piao Miao Peak, have always behaved like this. Besides, Junior Brother Jian hasn't lost yet, and his shots are normal. Why, what rules have been violated? Hey, Junior Brother Jian's points on the Qianlong Ranking have reached one point.
, This means it’s correct, Tiancan, are you right?”
"Yes, of course, what Senior Brother said is true. How can these people be so naive? There is no room for compassion and kindness in the arena. It is originally a life and death contest. Even if you die, you can't blame others, not to mention that Junior Brother Jian has shown mercy.
Got it!"
Young Master Tiancan's shrill voice echoed throughout the audience, and their unscrupulous arrogance also made everyone unhappy.
Yes, that's how it is in the arena. There's nothing to say about a life-and-death battle. But if you can attack a woman who lets you go today, then you will definitely attack your companions tomorrow. For people like this who don't know what kindness is,
Who dares to be friends with them? Who dares to show mercy when facing enemies?