Chen Mobai stood on the stage and saluted the plump woman in red in front of him.
"I am very surprised that you have the courage to come forward."
Ding Ying had a relaxed look on her face, and she was holding the two green and yellow talismans on her right fingertips. She walked towards Chen Mobai step by step, slowly applying pressure.
"After all, we have reached the sixth round. As long as you pass this round, you will be the true disciple of the sect. No matter how strong the opponent is, I will come up and give it a try."
Chen Mobai's words were modest, expressing his unwillingness to give up and his desire to fight hard.
"Do you think you can beat me?"
When Ding Ying heard his words, she couldn't help but laugh, as if she had heard some unbearable joke.
"Yeah!"
To this, Chen Mobai only answered one word.
"Huh?"
Ding Ying's eyes widened, not understanding where his confidence came from.
Then he snorted angrily and threw out the yellow talisman in his hand.
Amidst the roaring sound, a large fireball with a diameter of half a meter appeared out of thin air and landed on top of Chen Mobai's head. It was about to fall and swallow him whole.
A pure green flying sword soared into the sky and circled around the fireball, turning it into flames all over the sky.
There seemed to be a rain of fire falling on the entire arena, but it was all blocked by Chen Mobai's defensive talisman.
"Without this sacred wood sword, you wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from me."
While Ding Ying sneered, another cyan talisman bloomed with spiritual light and fell at her feet.
Then a sapling burst out of the ground and grew into a two-meter-tall tree in the blink of an eye.
"This is..."
Chen Mobai saw that this battle looked familiar, and Ding Ying's actions immediately made him understand why it looked familiar to him.
She shot a talisman into the big tree, and a clear light came out, turning into a cyan brilliance that made the entire arena tremble, and condensed on the five fingers of Ding Ying's right hand.
A ball of light the size of a fist.
"Tianmu Divine Light!?"
In the past, on Qingguang Island, their team was able to calmly resist the black plague bird group and even force back the second-level bird king because of the presence of the spiritual tree.
But if Ding Ying can use the "Tianmu Divine Light" on her own, I'm afraid no one in the True Legend can be her opponent.
After Chen Mobai calmed down, he analyzed it and discovered the difference between this cyan brilliance and the divine light of Tianmu.
It seems to be a degraded version of Tianmu Divine Light.
"You should be proud that you can lose to my second-level Tianmu Talisman."
Although Ding Ying's words are contemptuous, she still attaches great importance to her actual actions. After all, Chen Mobai has reached the ninth level of Qi training and has a second-level flying sword in his hand.
The Heavenly Wood Talisman was already one of her trump cards. She raised her head and opened the five fingers of her right hand towards Chen Mobai. The Heavenly Wood Talisman began to rotate, forming a spiral spear head.
When Chen Mobai saw this scene, he pressed the sword finger of his right hand, and the sacred wooden sword buzzed. He wanted to give Ding Ying an unforgettable defeat.
A drop of liquid spiritual power surged out from the qi sea in Dantian and sank into the sword through his fingertips.
In an instant, the sacred wooden sword flew out from his fingertips like a pure green sword.
At the same time, Ding Ying also launched her Tianmu Spiritual Light Gun.
Amidst the piercing sound, the spiral green gun head was like a cannonball, distorting the air and even cracking the arena it passed. With enough terrifying power to shatter all defensive auras, the pure green flying spear controlled by Chen Mobai
Sword tips clash.
After a sharp roar, the pure green flying sword bloomed with a clearer spiritual light under the disbelief eyes of everyone, and exploded with a terrifying divine wood sword energy, forcefully breaking through in the face-to-face confrontation.
Ding Ying’s Tianmu aura.
After the sword energy cut through the spiral spear head condensed by Tianmu's spiritual light, it continued to exert its force and fell straight in front of Ding Ying.
Petals of bright red flying flowers emerged out of thin air and turned into a tough talisman, blocking the terrifying divine wood sword energy at the critical moment.
Amidst the loud "bang" noise, the reinforced arena shook violently.
Ding Ying's whole body retreated involuntarily, and the flying flower armor began to disappear one by one. Seeing that it was about to completely collapse, her expression changed drastically, and she did not hesitate to use a secret technique that depleted her vitality and increased her spiritual power. p>
Cyan and red brilliance mixed and flickered on her beautiful face, and in an instant, the cyan spiritual power was swallowed up by the red spiritual power.
This is a method of using the two-phase technique. In a short period of time, wood-attribute spiritual power is used to feed fire-attribute spiritual power, so that the latter can triple its power in an instant.
Using this as his ultimate move, Ding Ying was able to maintain his position as the true successor for more than ten years.
With a thought, the Feihua Rune Armor, which was about to collapse under the attack of the Shenmu Sword Energy, burst out with a brighter red brilliance, and the disappeared runes began to reappear, reorganizing into a complete set of defensive runes.<
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At this moment, the Shenmu sword energy completely erupted, and the clear spiritual light spread out, absorbing the spiritual energy of the world and turning it into a frenzy of sword energy, violently bombarding the Feihua Talisman.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The petal-shaped runes began to dim, collapse, and disappear under the impact of the sword energy.
Ding Ying could no longer hold on, vomiting blood, and flew out of the ring.
"This is impossible!"
Ignoring the blood spilling from the corner of her mouth, she struggled to get up from the ground with her eyes wide open, looking at Chen Mobai who recalled the pure green flying sword to her side.
It’s not like she has never fought against the Shenmu Sword before, so how could it be so strong?
Even the most powerful killing move she is proud of, coupled with the flying flower talisman, cannot dispel this powerful sword energy.
If Chen Mobai hadn't sheathed his sword in the end, she might have even died on the spot.
What kind of power is this!?
"Sister Ding, thank you for your advice."
Chen Mobai's face was calm, and he waved the sword finger of his right hand. The sacred wooden sword beside him trembled, and like a fish, it flew into the storage bag on his waist.
Defeating the enemy with one move, seeing Ding Yingyi's expression of reluctance, fear, and disbelief, the original depression in Chen Mobai's heart dissipated.
But I felt a sense of dullness after a period of emptiness.
After waiting for a long time, it seemed that even the elder who presided over this round had not come back to his senses, and it took a while before Chen Mobai's victory was announced.
When he walked off the ring, he saw Qi Rui with his mouth wide open, Xi Jinghuo in shock, and Zhuo Ming covering his mouth.
There is also Yuan Chiye, who is holding a glass of wine in the restaurant next door and is in a daze, and Liu Wenbai, who is standing next to him with a shocked expression.
"Junior brother, starting from today, your name will be praised throughout the entire Shenmu Sect for a long time, just like Uncle Honghe."
Qi Rui had a look of emotion on his face, and he remembered the time when he was on Qingguang Island, facing the attack of monsters, and the immature boy was still a little confused.
Although he initially thought that Chen Mobai would become a member of the Shenmu Sect, or even a true disciple, he never expected that less than four years later, this handsome young man would actually grow to such an extent.
"Come on, I'm happy today, let's have a good drink."
Chen Mobai said with a smile, calling Qi Rui and others who had originally planned to comfort him after his defeat, towards the restaurant he often went to.