With such a twist, he already felt a sharp pain in his soul. Fortunately, the rune blocked most of the soul attacks, preventing him from being dizzy for too long.
At the same time, a jade ring flew out from his chest and accurately hit the fatal one that Yang Di killed later.
"The magic weapon of destiny!" Yang Di exclaimed, such an elusive treasure must be the magic weapon of destiny.
"What a pity!" On this end, Lu Yufan and the others were filled with regret. If it hadn't been for that magic weapon, Master Miaobi would have been in danger just now. It's a pity that someone killed him with a fatal sword.
"So you have a way to directly attack a person's soul!" Hong Zifan shouted in shock after regaining his balance.
Hearing this, the expressions of many strong men present changed with shock, and they finally understood how Wei Bin died under that kid's sword just now.
The soul is the first to be injured, and it is indeed difficult for ordinary people to have the energy to fight against that terrifying and sharp sword move.
At the same time, it is commendable that Hong Zifan was able to avert danger in the face of such a unique move, and with experience, he should be able to think of ways to deal with it.
Yang Di secretly regretted that the soul-piercing sword was the first of the three soul-severing swords, and it was indeed a fatal move.
These methods can kill a Heavenly Clan genius with one blow, but they cannot kill the person in front of him. The latter's strength cannot be underestimated.
call out!
Yang Di continued to draw his sword quickly and aggressively. He knew that this opponent still had many cards that he had not yet shown, but he did the same, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
On the other side, after dodging the frightening sword, Hong Zifan became obviously more cautious, put away his previous arrogance, and no longer looked down upon Yang Di so much.
In fact, Hong Zifan was confident that an attack like the one just now was not enough to endanger his life. What frightened him was the method this kid showed.
Tricks that directly attack the soul, to be honest, are simply too rare. There are various methods in the monastic world, but the mystery of the soul has always been elusive. Except for the powerful existence that gave birth to the soul, it is difficult for ordinary monks to understand the mystery of the soul.
Obviously, Hong Zifan would not think about whether Yang Di had condensed his soul anyway, because he thought this idea was ridiculous and impossible to realize.
In the blink of an eye, the two have been fighting for dozens of rounds, both testing each other's cards. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that they are not trying their best.
Many people are paying close attention to this battle, especially those who have not given up on Yang Di and are constantly looking for Yang Di's flaws.
Among them, the reaction of Yan Cheng, the genius of the Yu Clan, attracted much attention because this genius of the Yu Clan was drawn in the ninth place.
In view of the situation just now, if Yang Di wins this battle, the person ranked eighth will probably give up the challenge, so after Hong Zifan, Yan Cheng will become another strong opponent of Yang Di.
Strictly speaking, the two of them are enemies. In the last confrontation in the Jiugong Mountains, Yan Cheng performed very well. He was determined to take the top spot, but Yang Di came out of the blue and took that position with unconventional means.
, so that Yan Cheng, who is famous, can only be ranked second.
Afterwards, this incident had a negative impact on Yan Cheng's reputation in the Holy Court, and he was criticized by some people with ulterior motives. Yan Cheng himself was also constantly tracing the origins of the elder brother...
However, what is surprising is that Yan Cheng's reaction is very calm now. He is indeed watching the battle seriously, but there is no wave on his face, and he looks like a person who is staying out of the incident.
"Does Yan Cheng not care about the outcome of this battle at all?" Some people couldn't help but wonder.
Logically speaking, that young man's performance was enough to make all parties vigilant.
Yan Cheng is well-known in the Holy Court and has an astonishing background. He entered the Holy Court at the age of nineteen and quickly became a disciple of the Supreme Lord. He is the current holy son of the Yu clan and is regarded by the world as the young man who is closest to being born holy in this era.
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In the eyes of the world, Yan Cheng's current potential and future achievements are vaguely greater than those of the Little Holy King back then. He has the opportunity to become the spokesperson for the younger generation of the Holy Academy decades later, and become the unrivaled king among his generation.
Therefore, no one can question the talent of this stunning genius!
But there is a big problem. Yan Cheng is only a third-term disciple now. In terms of cultivation and other aspects, he is not among the top ones at the moment, and he is far inferior to senior brothers like Qin Lin who have been studying for many years.
In terms of overall strength, Yan Cheng may not be better than Qi Lin. Does he think he will win this battle?
Faced with the attention from all parties, Yan Cheng remained silent. However, an old man from the Yu clan revealed the inner story with pride and said with a proud smile: "That young man has some amazing things, but his greatest advantage is
, nothing is faster than lightning-fast sword moves, but among the eight major clans, our clan and the Wind clan have never been disadvantaged by others in terms of speed. In terms of combat movement range, our clan is even better!"
Hearing this, many powerful people present couldn't help but nod. These are all true. In the eyes of many people, Yang Di has now become synonymous with "fast sword", but if speed cannot give full play to his advantage, I am afraid that his combat power will be greatly reduced.
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"It is rumored that the noble son carries the Holy Feather Root and Bone, which is a sign of being born a god. It seems that today we can have an eye-opener!" An old man from Shutian Palace said with an envious smile.
Now Hong Zifan is fighting against Yang Di, but many people have begun to pay attention to Yan Cheng, all because the past deeds of this holy son of the Yu tribe are too mysterious.
Strictly speaking, Yan Cheng has almost never fought against anyone in public in the past, and his true talent and combat power are still a mystery.
This is related to Yan Cheng's growth experience. His birth was so extraordinary that he had an aura that ordinary people could not match from the beginning.
Yan Cheng was hidden away by the Yu clan when he was young, and the outside world hardly knew about his growth process. However, after entering the Holy Court, he quickly became a disciple of the Supreme Master and accompanied his senior brothers to train outside.
For many people in the monastic world, their understanding of Yan Cheng is too limited to simple symbols such as "Saint Son of the Yu Clan" and "Supreme Disciple", and they know nothing about the actual situation!
"To fight that person, Cheng'er doesn't need to use the Holy Feather bones yet. I'm afraid I will disappoint you all." An old voice sounded, and even the ancestor of the Yu clan spoke. His comments about Yan Cheng made everyone dumbfounded.
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Yan Chengze shook his head slightly and said: "Perhaps, I don't even have a chance to take action. He seems to be aggressive in this battle, but in fact he has fallen behind and is losing the chance of winning!"
As soon as this statement came out, many powerful people present were confused. In the eyes of many people, Yang Di should have the upper hand now.
On the surface, this is indeed the case. Yang Di's sword light is intensive and his attacks are sharp, while Hong Zifan seems to be a little overly cautious. He spends most of his time defensively and has lost his previous sharpness.
But how could such a situation turn into another situation in the eyes of the Holy Son of the Yu Clan?
Many powerful people and even some elders were confused. However, several ancestors present were really surprised.
Even the silver-haired old man and other beings were surprised, secretly sighing that the Yu clan indeed had an amazingly talented person who was rising rapidly.
The ancestor of the Yu clan stroked his beard and smiled, and said softly: "Cheng'er, the fact that you can see through such obscure obstacles shows that your eyesight is much higher than that of your peers. Even those who have been cultivating Taoism for hundreds of years may not be able to match you!"
These comments made many old men feel ashamed. Although they did not understand the deep meaning, they vaguely felt that the situation of the war was about to change.
In fact, the war situation has begun to change quietly!
I don’t know since when, the jade pen that Hong Zifan wields has some seemingly unnecessary movements.
At first, many people thought that Mr. Miaobi was overly nervous, so that he was confused and had no plan for his actions. However, they gradually discovered that this was not the case. Hong Zifan seemed to have done it on purpose.
Invisibly, the void around the battlefield seemed to be congealing into ice, and was constantly solidifying.
The biggest change is that the movements of the two fighting men have slowed down.
This is especially obvious for Yang Di. His sword moves are much slower than before, and they no longer have the sense of fluidity and immediacy.
Many people can notice that the power of Yang Di's sword moves has not weakened, but has become more powerful, but the effect is constantly being reduced, as if it is trapped in a terrifying field law.
At this end, Xuelin and the others also looked serious. Hong Zifan was a genius who was underestimated by the monastic community. He did not have the background of the eight major clans, but he was incredibly talented and had many miraculous abilities.
"Have you never noticed, or are you simply helpless?" After writing for a long time, Hong Zifan himself also slowed down his movements. During the exchange, he changed his previous cautious look and began to chat and laugh.
With that look, he clearly has a winning chance!
Yang Di sighed and said: "You are very extraordinary. You can use the void as a drawing paper and draw extraordinary Taoist rhymes with a brush. Among the younger generation, I am afraid that there is no other person in the entire monastic world!"
After hearing what he said, everyone who was confused before finally felt relieved, and everyone changed their minds.
"Is there really such a magical method?" An old man exclaimed in shock.
He has lived for a long time and has never heard that Taoism can evolve like this.
In fact, it was the first time for many people present to hear that such a trick existed in the world. A seemingly inconspicuous jade pen could be so powerful!
"Young Master Hong is truly a god, and he deserves to be a hero of the world!" A woman praised him with admiration.
Even the ancestors of the eight major clans looked at him strangely. It was a pity that such a genius came from a place like Motianfang where he was a prodigy in writing. If he could join a force like the eight major clans, he would definitely be famous in the future.
If you make a move, the future is limitless!
"Haha, I underestimated you!" Hong Zifan smiled proudly, "But even if you can see through it, you are in the middle of the game and you have no way to get out. This is your destiny!"
"You have drawn the ground as a prison, it seems that you have already taken me." Yang Di said solemnly.
"You're right!" Hong Zifan never denied it. As he made a careless stroke, the surrounding light and shadow completely changed.
Visible to the naked eye, mountains, rivers and rivers appear all around, and they are intricate. However, no matter which direction you look from, there is an illusion that you cannot find the exit.
Not only his eyesight, but even his spiritual consciousness seemed to be imprisoned within a few inches of his body, unable to break free.
This is like the epitome of a cage of heaven and earth. In this shadow painted by Hong Zifan, everything is bound by despair.
Gradually, even the flow of time seemed to slow down. Many people on the outside felt inexplicable pressure while watching, as if they were the ones trapped there.
Many people were shocked. The scene outlined by those jade pens was so terrifying. It was really a masterpiece under the profound Taoist artistic conception. Every painting and every line made people feel powerless.
"Using the mountains and rivers as a framework and drawing the ground as a prison is really a stroke of genius!" An elder of the Spirit Tribe praised, showing quite a lot of appreciation. It wasn't until Gu Liang glared in dissatisfaction that he restrained himself a little.
As for the more people present, it was difficult for them to come back to their senses for a long time. They looked at everything in a daze, as if they were also deeply involved in the situation.
From the beginning, this was all done quietly, deceiving many people, and only a few people saw the clues.
"This game has a very high artistic conception, and ordinary Taoist moves are in vain to break it!" Yan Cheng said in approval.
"What I said is indeed true. This time the boy kicked the iron plate. He met a real strong man!" Some people immediately started to play second-guessing, gloating in various ways, and were happy to see Yang Di in a terrible situation.
Many people felt that the situation was over for Yang Di, and even Elder Lu Jie and others looked worried.
"If the immortal energy and magic are not leaked, I really don't know how this kid can break this situation!" Elder Lu Jie sighed. Even the elders of their level had to admire Hong Zifan's methods.
However, in the face of rumors from all sides, Yang Di, who was in a terrible mood, was surprisingly calm.
He never panicked, or even cared too much, as if nothing had happened.
"That kid is pretending to be calm!" Someone sneered, not thinking that Yang Di was really so calm.
But in fact, Yang Di was not bluffing at all. He looked at Hong Zifan who was exiting the predicament and grinned: "You are so eager to stay out of the artistic conception. It seems that you have never truly understood the essence of it!"
Hearing this, Hong Zifan's eyes narrowed, and a look of surprise flashed across his face. If that kid's words were not random assumptions, they really hit the mark.
As Yang Di said, his current ability to describe the weather of heaven and earth has not yet reached the level of perfection. Even if he has some magical strokes, he still needs enough time to brew.
Moreover, his current state still cannot escape the boundary of being obsessed with the authorities. Once he is in it, the killing situation in the painting world may exceed his control.
This kid was able to see this, which really surprised Hong Zifan. At the same time, the calmness on Yang Di's face also made him a little uneasy.
However, Hong Zifan is obviously a calm and calm person. Faced with this situation, he turned a blind eye and continued to act in his own way.
In the blink of an eye, he had successfully exited the painting realm. It was something he had sketched out with his wonderful brushwork, and everything was still under control.
But that exit did not belong to Yang Di. As Hong Zifan flew back, everything in the painting was quickly restored. Yang Di understood the mystery of it and did not forcefully exploit this loophole.