The purple moons of different shapes floating in the sky are not the remnants of light and shadow, what could they be?
Cold Alice and Death's scythe passed by, but Ziyue remained unchanged. Apart from a subtle sense of stagnation, no other changes occurred.
Longcheng has a deep understanding of Zongya's sword skills, and the other party will never come up with a useless thing.
The black Aurora suddenly dodged sideways, tilted along the inertia of its body to complete its dwarfing, and at the same time exerted force, like a cannonball, shooting out.
Swish.
Slender traces of light, one red and one blue, intertwined in the air, heading towards the King Cobra's waist.
Facing Dragon City's fierce offensive, Zong Ya was not afraid. His long sword and spear fangs swept across, sealing the front, and his short sword and ghost eyes popped out like a poisonous snake spitting a message.
Whoosh, whoosh, a purple moon sword light of different sizes bloomed in front of him like petals.
Ping!
The Ghost Eyes continuously hit Cold Alice and Death Scythe in a very short period of time. Because they were so fast, only a single impact sound could be heard.
Exploding red and blue fragments of light flew up, illuminating everything around them, but there was no trace of the black aurora.
The black aurora is like an afterimage, appearing ghostly behind the King Cobra.
Zong Ya was like an eye behind him. The gun fang he had just swept suddenly accelerated, his body turned with the force, and he made a powerful and heavy diagonal slash!
However... it was empty, nothing was hit!
Long Cheng was just feinting just now, and his body appeared in the same position again, and there was the light of the sword left by Zong Ya just now!
The black aurora was like a high-speed flying asteroid, crashing directly into the purple moon sword light.
Ziyue hit the black Aurora's energy armor and burst like soap bubbles.
Paying close attention to the value of the energy armor on the light screen, he found that the energy armor only fluctuated extremely slightly and caused almost no damage. He felt slightly relieved.
These unclear residual purple moon sword lights have no destructive power.
Wait... extremely subtle fluctuations!
Although the fluctuation range of the energy armor value is very small, it is real. My judgment just now was correct, it was not an afterimage!
Long Cheng's first reaction was to use a certain technique to compress the air with the blade to form an air flow.
But judging from the amplitude of energy armor fluctuations, no. Energy armor has a very strong resistance to energy, but once it is impacted by an entity, the fluctuations will be very large.
This is why energy armor has very poor defense against alloy bullets.
Such a small fluctuation cannot be air flow.
Similar swordsmanship is called atmospheric swordsmanship. Long Cheng has seen demonstration videos of some swordsmanship masters. Their swords can form extremely sharp high-compressed air jets, which can easily cut through the energy armor of standard B-level light armor.
With Zongya's sword skills, if it were an air jet, the fluctuations in the energy armor would never be so small.
Long Cheng suspected that the purple moon sword light remaining in the air was some kind of energy, weak energy.
Although it has been determined that the remaining sword light cannot cause damage to the energy armor, Longcheng still remains vigilant.
Zongya will never come up with something that is flashy but of no use. He is a guy who is extremely paranoid about technique, even though his words are stupid.
No matter what mystery there is, it will always appear. If you can't figure it out, just wait and see.
Longcheng did not change its rhythm and continued to put pressure on Zongya.
The vague afterimage of the light armor and the purple sword light were mixed together, and the crisp and dense impact sounds were endless. Zongya's neurotic soliloquy and wild and uninhibited laughter almost tore people's eardrums.
"That's it...that's it! That's it! Hahahaha!"
"The Flower of the Moon! This is the Flower of the Moon! This is the Flower of the Moon created by me, Zongya! Hahahaha..."
The people watching around were in an uproar.
"Is this the Flower of the Moon that Zongshen has been talking about for several years?"
"Damn it! No way! Did it really happen?"
"It doesn't look like anything special..."
"Nonsense, you can see that, are you still standing here intact?"
"That's right. Oh my god, think about the days when Zongshen was still Zongcaikai. He took to the streets every day with a knife to pick fights with people. Even Yang Laohu didn't dare to go out. Later, he blocked Sister Yun halfway. He was so damn cruel.
Even women are beaten!”
"Wait! Sister Yun is a woman?"
"Otherwise?"
"Female King Kong, female Iron Man, female Tyrannosaurus Rex..."
"Brother, I recorded it!"
"I recorded it too!"
"1!"
"...You guys...good brothers! I'm wrong!"
"Brothers will settle accounts! You can bribe me only by giving red envelopes! The more brotherly love you give, the more brotherly love you have. The less you give, the more brother you will pay to Sister Yun!"
"1!"
"2!"
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"Suddenly I feel a little nostalgic."
Yuanzhi looked emotional.
Yang Laohu obviously brought back unpleasant memories, and snorted with a dark face: "What is there to miss? Zong Qianqian brought Yue Zhihua and got out of Ishikawa as soon as possible. Damn it, I'm annoyed to see him!"
Yuan Zhi shook his head and said leisurely: "You are too heartless. Don't you have the emotion of an old mother seeing her bastard kid grow up?"
Yang Laohu's face turned even darker: "What bastard kid stabs his old mother with a knife every day?"
Yuan Zhi nodded: "That's right. I haven't been slashed enough, so I don't feel deeply about it."
Yang Laohu was furious: "Are you going to have a fight?"
"Don't be so grumpy!" Yuan Zhi chuckled, and suddenly the topic changed: "You have fought so many times with Zong Shen, you should know about Yue Zhihua, right? Zong Shen can't stop talking once he starts fighting."
Yang Laohu was silent for a moment and said, "I know a little bit."
"Then what do you think? Is this really the Flower of the Moon?"
Yang Laohu was silent for a moment again: "I didn't expect he could really do it."
Yuan Zhi exclaimed: "It's really amazing. He deserves to be a sect god."
Yang Laohu didn't know why, he just felt inexplicably irritated: "Don't talk about whether there is something or not. What we are discussing now is how to deal with this Luo Sheijia!"
Yuan Zhi exclaimed: "What's there to discuss?"
Yang Laohu was so angry that he almost jumped out of the light armor: "Yuan, are you fucking entertaining me?"
Yuan Zhi's tone suddenly became extremely serious: "Now that Zong Shen has appeared in the Moon Flower, in my opinion, the nature of the matter has changed."
"Zong Shen wins. Luo Chaijia will naturally die. If he doesn't die, it won't harm the overall situation. If Wang Dong dies, Zong Shen will not be here. He will definitely leave Ishikawa and kill stronger teachers. But if even Zong Shen's Moon Flower
Even if you can’t deal with Luo Chaijia, can you and I be able to deal with it together?”
Yang Huhu was speechless.
"Tiger, you are slow to react."
Yuanzhi said calmly: "This battle is deciding the fate of everyone in Ishikawa."
"This is the battle of the gods."
Yang Laohu looked at the two figures fighting fiercely in the field, remained silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "I'm not willing to accept it! Are we just going to watch like this? If we go together, maybe we can kill Luo Sheijia!"
"The Zongshen will kill us first. You know him better than I do."
Yang Laohu held his breath in his chest, and was so angry that the armor punched the guardrail next to him. Bang, the thick steel guardrail twisted and deformed like a twist.
