Qingyun had also observed Mu Bo's battle before, and knew that this man was very fast, and his big sword was even weirder. But he was not good at speed, which was a big weakness of his at present. "How can I do that?"
To make up for the disadvantage in speed?" Qingyun thought to himself. "Now that Suotian is standing next to the master, it is definitely impossible for him to return to the sword. Hum, in this case, then simply give up dodging and attack with all his strength."
When Qingyun thought of this, an idea flashed in his mind. Isn't it the best defense to continuously strengthen the offense? He seemed to have understood something, but he always felt that he was not able to grasp the mystery of it.
The two of them gave a brief signal, and Mu Bo came with a big sword and slashed quickly. Qingyun mobilized the spiritual energy in his body and gathered all the spiritual energy in the front of his body. He just stood there motionless. Qingyun was as steady as Mount Tai, which made Mu Bo feel uncomfortable.
He was stunned for a moment, wondering if this white-haired young man gave up when he knew he couldn't escape? In the blink of an eye, Mu Bo's sword had already hit Qingyun's chest. There was a loud "bang" sound, and the surrounding people were surrounded.
The air seemed to be vibrating. Qingyun only felt a heavy and powerful force coming from the shock, which made his body feel numb and painful, but fortunately he had the psychic armor on him, so it was not serious. Catching the moment when Mu Bo was in a daze, Qingyun also felt
Remember to throw black air bombs at the opponent.
Mu Bo had seen the power of this black air bomb and did not dare to resist. He immediately swayed and dodged the air bomb. Then he slashed out with a knife in the air, and a huge gray wind blade of three to four feet slashed towards Qingyun.
Qingyun smiled strangely, and suddenly his feet were slightly apart, and his arms stretched forward. The spiritual power continued to overflow and enveloped the huge air blade in an instant. Under the incredible eyes of those in the audience, Qingyun shouted: "Give it to me!"
The air blade quickly shrunk, and then like an arrow off the string, it rushed towards Mu Bo in the opposite direction, as fast as lightning. Even though Mu Bo was very fast, he couldn't avoid it, he just heard a "chi" sound.
With a sound, Mu Bo was cut with a huge wound by the compressed air blade, and his abdomen was dripping with blood, which soon stained his clothes red.
Mu Bo quickly swallowed a pill and punched Qingyun: "Mu admit defeat!" He turned around decisively and walked off the ring. Mu Bo was not stupid. Since the opponent completely ignored his speed, he would continue to fight.
In vain.
Qingyun defeated two young masters in a row and firmly ranked in the top two, which surprised everyone present. The middle-aged man in Qingyi who hosted the competition before could not help but look at the white-haired young man carefully. This
The young man stood next to Lin Jin as soon as he arrived. Judging from his respectful look, he must be the new disciple of the Ningfeng branch. He walked up to the high platform and said loudly: "Take a break for half an hour and conduct the final competition."
He said it calmly, because in his heart, even though this white-haired young man showed great strength, it was impossible to win over Wu He, the first among the younger generation among the three generations of disciples of the sect.
Wu He's talent is so high that the Fengling Sect has only seen it for thousands of years. He has cultivated to the middle stage of Nascent Soul in just ninety years. He has to be said to be a genius. And in every competition, as long as their main sect can get the first place, the rest will
Ranking is of no importance to them.
Qingyun returned to Lin Jin, and Suo Tian immediately said: "Master, I will return to the sword." Qingyun thought for a moment and said, "That's okay. I will let you out immediately after the beating." Suo Tian chuckled and took advantage of the opportunity.
No one noticed and instantly returned to the black sky-locking sword. Lin Jin looked at Qingyun with a smile and said: "Qingyun, how are the two Yuanli seeds in the body practicing?" Qingyun respectfully told Lin Jin in detail about the Yuanli seeds in the body.
Lin Jin nodded after hearing this. Then he threw a pack of spirit stones to Qingyun and said, "Hurry up and recover." Then he walked aside and closed his eyes to rest. Lin Yu naturally followed her father obediently.
Qingyun took a look at the spiritual stone and found that it turned out to be fifty high-grade spiritual stones. He couldn't help but feel a little hot. The higher the cultivation level on this continent, the more important the spiritual stones are, especially this high-grade spiritual stone. Lin Jin could get five pieces of it as soon as he made a move.
Ten high-grade spiritual stones were enough to show the importance and care he had for this disciple. Qingyun didn't say anything, and immediately sat down cross-legged and began to meditate, breathe, and breathe.
Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye. Qingyun finally faced his biggest challenge! ...
In Fengling Mountain, the breeze blows all year round. It's like a lover's hand caressing the face, making people feel very comfortable and intoxicated. Qingyun stood quietly on the ring, with his white hair dancing in the wind. Opposite him, he was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
The enchanting young man has a calm face. From his eyes, you can see the pride and calmness that despises all the younger generation.
Qingyun still remembers the last time he fought against the bald monk in the middle stage of Yuanying in that mountain stream, and almost died by self-destruction. Although two years have passed and his strength has improved somewhat, but facing the monk in the middle stage of Yuanying, he can only
It can and must be done with all your strength.
"Fu Qingyun, Ningfeng Branch." Qingyun calmly reported his name and branch to the other party. This is the basic etiquette before each battle. "Wu He, Fengling Sect." The strange young man said in a neutral tone.
He said, "The most you can achieve is the level of Dzogchen in the late stage of pill formation. I advise you to give up."
Qingyun didn't speak. He was very calm about Wu He's contempt. He also understood how powerful and terrifying the monks in the middle stage of Yuanying were, but he would never back down easily. He longed for higher cultivation, so he must fight with more powerful monks.
Fight! Thinking of this, Qingyun summoned the Heaven-Sucking Sword. A long sword that was completely black and looked extremely eye-catching in the hands of Qingyun with white clothes and white hair. One black and one white gave people a strange sense of coordination.
"Big burst." Qingyun wasted no time, shouted low, and struck out with a sword. Black Suotian immediately sent out a huge dark red air blade several feet wide and flew across Wu He. Wu He just jumped lightly and easily avoided it.
After this slash, the dark red air blade flew a long distance and landed on the bluestone square, exploding a deep pit.
Qingyun did not pause, and then another "stab" shot out instantly, stabbing Wu He who had not yet stabilized. Wu He saw a huge dark black air storm about five feet in diameter spinning towards him.
, with an expressionless face. He raised his hand and waved, and shouted softly: "Wind Shield!" A small vortex seemed to be formed around his whole body, and all the wind energy in the surrounding air quickly gathered in front of him, blinking.
A huge wind barrier of about ten feet was formed in the space. Qingyun's thorns pierced the wind barrier and could not go any further. Wu He sneered and shouted again: "Turn!"
I saw the huge wind screen spinning rapidly, and in a short while, the sudden burst of anger was completely resolved. "I have already advised you to give up, these little tricks can't hurt me at all." Wu He said with a mocking look on his face.
Said. From the moment a monk enters the Nascent Soul Stage, the gap between each realm is very huge. A mid-Nascent Soul Stage monk will not lose even if he faces ten early Yuanying Stage monks.
Qingyun didn't speak. Since he had fought, he would fight to the end. There was no winner or loser. All words in the battle were nonsense! The two blows failed, and Qingyun didn't panic at all. He pulled back the Tiansuo Sword and pressed the tip of the sword with his right hand.
He shouted again: "Sudden flash!" In an instant, a black air bomb took shape again and shot towards Wu He like lightning.
Wu He frowned slightly. He could feel that the killing energy in the black air bomb was completely higher than the previous slash. He was a little surprised that a mere pill-forming monk could launch such an attack. But for
He still posed no threat. Wu He crossed his hands and saw that the wind energy around him gathered faster towards him. After a while, a small storm suddenly appeared, and he shouted: "Storm, break!"
The black air bomb emitted by Qingyun was immediately wrapped in it, and then only a muffled sound was heard. The air bomb exploded in the storm, and all the momentum formed was eliminated by the storm.
The moment he saw the storm appear, Qingyun immediately thought in his heart: "Could it be that with the wind source seeds in his body, he can gather the wind power between heaven and earth into the form he wants?"...
. Before he could think more deeply, he saw that his air bomb was easily dispelled by the storm, and he couldn't help but be secretly shocked. It seems that the monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul are not generally powerful.