"It's okay, but I just can't muster the strength."
Lu Qiulong sat on his spirit beast, looking at his hands that had been bandaged by the Imperial Medical Palace and hung on his chest with bandages, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"That man's sword is very scary."
The speaker was Lou Fengcheng. The palm of his right hand was spread out, and golden lines flashed continuously, forming a solid three-dimensional image of Chen Mobai. A cyan thunder and lightning and a small flying sword also turned into
Symbols flash around it.
"Lei Fa has already found a way to deal with it. Now if we deal with Jian Guang, he can be completely defeated."
Xiahou Weihuan's face was cold. He also came here today. Even after watching the video of Chen Mobai easily defeating four people in a row, he was still confident in himself. However, after two failures, he had gained a new kind of patience called patience.
stuff, so I came here to join the "Defeat Chen Mobai" alliance hosted by Lou Fengcheng.
"The sword light is a fire attribute, and it seems to be refined into some kind of powerful spiritual fire as the foundation of the sword light. Defense spells and magic weapons with water attributes are best, and earth attributes are also acceptable, as long as they are not metal or wood attributes.
That’s fine.”
Lu Qiulong was defeated at this point. He thought that after merging with the Taijue Fierce Tiger, he could control the platinum air flow to block the third-level lightning method, and he could have a fair fight with Chen Mobai.
Unexpectedly, he encountered the Qingyang Fire Sword Light and was completely defeated.
He was defeated by two swords even before his full blood and strength, known as the ceiling of the foundation-building realm, were defeated by two swords. His defeat was even worse and faster than when he was Xiao Chitian.
"In the next match, Wenren Xuewei's Changchun Kung can restrain his fire-attribute sword light. If she has another defensive weapon that can withstand thunder, the two of them should have a fierce dragon-phoenix fight."
Tao Mingqing was the most peaceful person present. He had no attachment to the outcome with Chen Mobai. The reason why he joined this alliance was that Taiyuan Academy had a good relationship with Butian Taoist Academy. Secondly, he felt that if
It would be very interesting to defeat Chen Mobai.
For Tao Mingqing, who only has the thought of forming a core now, life will be more interesting if she finds something to do for herself or sets a goal during the long wait for the completion of foundation building.
"He also has a spiritual eye method."
Qi Huanzhi spoke. He had practiced the "Candle Dragon Divine Eye Technique", and he keenly grasped the flaw in Chen Mobai's previous use of the Five Elements Sword Light to accurately defeat the dozen or so acupoints and gates that overloaded Lu Qiulong's body after the Yuling Fusion.
Subtle but crucial information.
"Then, when fighting him, you need to use a talisman in advance to block the movement of your own blood and spiritual power."
Lou Fengcheng nodded, once again perfected Chen Mobai's three-dimensional model with a square inch book, and then set up tactics to block the spiritual eye technique.
"Do we need to give the information we collected to Wenren Xuewei?"
Tao Mingqing suddenly made a suggestion.
"No need, just let the two of them have a peak duel first. No matter who wins or loses, it will be beneficial to us."
Xiahou Weihuan suddenly spoke, with a cold look in his eyes.
"On the contrary, I hope that boy can win. In this case, I can personally give him the most complete defeat in front of the world."
Everyone quickly reached a consensus.
After all, Wenren Xuewei took the initiative to reject them, so there was no need for them to stick to her again.
Moreover, gumang and dance instruments are originally the same.
They also don't trust Wenren Xuewei.
Now that the two of them are fighting, they should be happy.
…
"come on."
In the alchemy room, Qingnv narrowed her eyes and smiled, clenched her fists and said to Chen Mobai who was about to go out.
"What do you want to eat today?"
Chen Mobai stood at the door, stretched and asked.
“Yesterday’s barbecue was pretty good.”
"That's okay, but I might be late coming back today."
"It's okay. The exercises I practice have the function of fasting grains, so I can survive hunger."
"Haha, it'll just be a little later and you won't go hungry."
Chen Mobai laughed and went out with strong confidence.
Although the Changchun Kung Fu is indeed very powerful, his Pure Yang Scroll is also a divine transformation technique. If it doesn't work, he can just detonate a Qingyan Sword Evil. Anyway, his remaining Qingyang Fire can condense another sword evil.
The offline competition lasts for ten days, and today happens to be the fifth day.
It was also on this day that on the island in the lake, more than a hundred foundation-building cultivators from the ten major palaces of the four avenues were all present, but no one came to compete.
Everyone is waiting for what may be the showdown between the two strongest people in this offline competition.
In the past 500 years of Jumang Taoist Academy, Wenren Xuewei was the first person to practice Changchun Gong.
And Chen Mobai, who rebuilt the glory of the Dance Academy, swept away all the invincible opponents in his class, and was even about to pass the entire foundation-building realm.
If it were before, most people would definitely think that Wenren Xuewei would win.
After all, the reputation of Changchun Gong is really great.
But in the past five days, Chen Mobai has used an invincible attitude that has made many foundation-building cultivators of this generation believe that he will be one of the pinnacles of the Immortal Sect in the future.
Moreover, so far in offline competitions, Chen Mobai has not shown his true strength.
His first place on the foundation list is now considered by everyone to be worthy of his name.
Today, Xiahou Weihuan naturally came too.
He has helped Sima Xingyu stabilize his injury and does not want to miss this peak showdown.
Although he believed that the Pure Yang Scroll plus the Yuanyang Sword Technique was no worse than the Changchun Kung Fu, Xia Hou Weihuan recognized Lan Haitian's strength. Since Wenren Xuewei was able to tie with him, it was obviously because of the ability to build the foundation.
The ceiling of realm.
There might even be third-level methods.
At nine o'clock in the morning as usual, Chen Mobai Shiran arrived.
He couldn't help but be slightly surprised when he saw that there wasn't even a single person on the ten stages on the island in the lake, but he immediately thought of the reason.
"Have you eaten all your breakfast?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Chen Mobai arrived at the platform of Wuqi Taoist Temple first, handed the breakfast he bought to Zhuang Jialan, and asked her to share it with other people in his Taoist Temple. Ju Mang
The food in Taoist Temple is quite good. Although the taste is on the light side, it has a distinct and elegant flavor.
In the past few days, under Qingnv's guidance, he had eaten almost half of Mushen Island three meals a day, and naturally he did not forget to bring them to the people in his Taoist temple.
Although as a cultivator reaches a higher realm, his appetite for food and drink will be greatly reduced, Chen Mobai still retains this habit.
"Do I need to wait for you?"
Wenren Xuewei's voice came. She was standing on the platform of Jumang Taoist Temple with a slight smile.
"No, I already ate it on the way here."
Chen Mobai shook his head, then he waved to Zhuang Jialan and others, and then he and Wenren Xuewei fell to the surface of the lake.
Neither of them caused any waves, and they stood in a pentagonal arena.
"Your third-level lightning magic is terrible, so I borrowed a third-level defensive weapon."
As Wenren Xuewei spoke, she raised her jade-like right hand and saw a wooden ring on her slender middle finger.
The ring is completely golden, but it also has traces of water ripples. At a glance, it seems to be seeing the sparkling sea under the blue sky.
"This ring is called 'Tonghai', and it is made of a large Chinese oak tree with the dual attributes of water and wood."
Wenren Xuewei gave a brief introduction, and Chen Mobai used the treasure appraisal knowledge he had learned over the years to look at it and judged that it should be a third-level low-grade defensive magic weapon.
Although the top foundation-building monks like them can control the third-level magic weapon, if it is of a higher level, it will feel like a weak boy swinging a sledgehammer when used, which is very difficult.
Therefore, generally foundation-building monks will choose the third-level low-grade ones, which will be easier to control and the burden and extraction of spiritual power will be much smaller.
Although Wenren Xuewei was very confident, she still didn't want to use her own strength and body to fight against the third-level lightning spell.
"This sword is called 'Flying Bird'. It is also made of a kind of spiritual wood and has dual attributes of fire and wood."
Since his opponent was so frank, Chen Mobai also showed the same respect. He took the initiative to take out the bird hairpin from his high bun ponytail for the first time, pinched it with his thumb and index finger, and held it in front of his eyes for the first time.
The name of this exquisite flying sword came out.
"Although this flying bird is only a second-level flying sword, it is a perfect match for you."
Wen Ren Xuewei also seemed to have knowledge in treasure appraisal. As soon as her eyes lit up, she had already seen through the grade and reality of the flying bird hairpin.
However, Chen Mobai had already used this flying sword against Lu Qiulong before, and it was possible that it was photographed and examined by someone at that time.
Compared to Wenren Xuewei, who had to use a third-level magic weapon to defend against third-level lightning spells, Chen Mobai's flying sword is a second-level top-grade weapon, which matches his level of cultivation and can be used perfectly.
One hundred percent power.
A snort!
Chen Mobai didn't say another word to Wenren Xuewei, he just raised the flying bird hairpin in his hand and drew a blue sun fire sword light towards her.
This sword light easily defeated the extremely powerful Lu Qiulong yesterday. Although Wenren Xuewei had practiced Changchun Kung Fu, she had no plans to forcefully defeat him.
She held her bare hands towards the lake, and several streams of water seemed to intertwine in spirals. They condensed into dragon-like water whips in her palms and swung down towards the Qingyang Fire Sword Light.
Amidst the sound of "bang", the water exploded, and the intense high temperature evaporated Wenren Xuewei's water whip into water vapor, and the mist covered half of the lake.
The figures of Chen Mobai and Wenren Xuewei flashed at the same time at this moment.
A sound of water dragon roars sounded in the lake, and the flowing water on the island in the lake seemed to have spirituality. It turned into translucent water dragons and rushed out of the water mist, carrying the power of violent and vast waves.
Like a huge wave hitting the shore, it turned around in mid-air and rushed towards the red and black figure in the mist.
Amidst the surging sound, a clear arc-shaped sword light shot out around the red and black figure. The three-headed water dragon that had just rushed down was evaporated into water mist the moment it came into contact with the sword light.
But the water dragon seemed to be endless. Controlled by Wenren Xuewei's hands, it rose from the lake one by one like a puppet on strings, and continuously fell towards Chen Mobai.
Zilielie!
A faint sound of electric current rang in the ears of everyone watching the battle, and then there was a thunderbolt from the blue, and a blue thunder pillar as thick as a bucket rose into the sky, like a huge thunder sword. With Chen Mobai's left hand waving, it would hear people
The twenty or thirty water dragons that Xuewei accumulated were completely evaporated.
The lightning was like a sword pillar. After annihilating the group of water dragons, it was like a tilted and descending tower, slashing towards the hazy girl standing in the mist of the lake.
But a clear water wave lit up on the golden ring on her fingertip, like the sea and sky glowing under the rising sun.
Yimu Divine Thunder fell on the water waves and was swallowed up completely by the sea without a sound.
At this time, a green-gold light spot lit up in the center of the water mist, and then it was like a bullet being shot out. In the blink of an eye, it spanned the entire distance of the arena. Wenren Xuewei had just mastered the third level.
The magic weapon, the slightly slower movement of spiritual power in the body, pierced the right shoulder of the girl in the green dress.
When the sword penetrated, Wenren Xuewei's body seemed to have received a huge impact, and her whole body suddenly fell to the bottom of the lake, causing water splashes all over the sky.
Without the spiritual blessing of Changchun Kung, the water mist covering the arena could no longer be maintained, revealing the figure of Chen Mobai in the center, who was using his right hand to flick the flying sword.
However, after the sword was struck, his expression did not show the joy of victory.
There seemed to be confusion and confusion in his eyes.
"What's going on?"
"Another defeat so quickly!"
"No, that's not right. If you win, Dufa Sheng will not hide his emotions."
"That means we haven't won yet? But that sword has clearly hit Wenren Xuewei. Is there any life-saving talisman that blocked this sword?"
While everyone onlookers were talking, Lou Feng's square-inch book was already in operation. His left eye, Chen Mobai, and his right eye, Wenren Xuewei, were already simulating the strange fight between the two.
Among those present, only Ding Chunzhi showed surprise and astonishment.
"Is this Changchun Gong!"
Beside him, the descendant of the Shenji Mansion, who had changed into the uniform of the Star Gazing Academy, murmured to himself, and she also saw the clues.
"What's going on?"
At this time, Chen Mobai spoke. He looked at Wenren Xuewei, who was driven into the bottom of the lake by his sword, and curled his right finger.
The flying bird hairpin that he had trained long ago lit up with green-gold light, and Wenren Xuewei, who was hanging on the flying sword, slowly flew out of the lake.
The flying bird hairpin had indeed pierced into Wenren Xuewei's right shoulder, and the green skirt on her shoulder was burned by the Qingyang fire of the sword light, revealing a section of snow-white, round, and jade-like shoulder.
But there was no blood.
The flying sparrow hairpin is clearly still pierced into Wenren Xuewei’s shoulder!
"I have only practiced Changchun Kung at the first level, and I can only achieve a state where my physical body is stable and uninjured."
While Wenren Xuewei was speaking, she reached out and pulled out the bird hairpin stuck on her right shoulder. At this time, everyone finally saw the blood from the wound after the sword tip was pulled out.
But immediately it was like going back in time, the wounds disappeared, and the skin where the sword marks originally appeared became smooth and delicate again.
If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would believe that she had been stabbed by Chen Mobai before.
"If the sword I just stabbed into your brain, would you be able to recover?"