Chapter 167 I’m Not Willing
Outsiders may not know, but everyone in Qingxuan Sect knows that Junior Sister's Zhaotian Divine Sword Technique is the highest technique.
The Supreme Dharma has no threshold for cultivation, but it does require a higher level of understanding. Those who cannot understand it cannot even get started.
I didn’t know the subtlety of it before, until today when I saw my junior sister controlling seven swords by herself.
It is indeed difficult. This difficulty cannot be overcome simply by improving one's cultivation. One really needs a good brain to be able to do it.
The little junior sister is smart and works hard. She doesn't fall in love or gossip. She doesn't look at male idols or compare herself with others. She brings the entire sect together and closes the door when there is no competition. If she is not amazing, who is amazing?
Cao Yongxin saw that he did not have seven hands and seven swords to deal with Ye Linglong's all-round attack. He kept dodging the sword moves and was stabbed by the sword several times. His body was cut with many lines, staining the sect's clothes red.
He had no choice but to retreat madly. He was no match for his opponent in swordsmanship. If the fight continued, he would be chopped into dust sooner or later!
Fortunately, he was a genius with only one spiritual root in the earth element. He retracted the sword and quickly performed a spell.
"Thousands of Mountains and Ten Thousand Layers of Battle!"
"good!"
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I just used the technique and I haven't even seen any effect yet, but you're already applauding?
The others looked in the direction of the sound, oh, it was Cao Yongxin's father, then there was nothing to worry about.
After watching my son being beaten for so long, I finally thought of a solution, which was to shout to cheer people up.
As soon as the spell was used, pieces of stone and thick soil appeared out of thin air above the arena and kept falling towards Ye Linglong like rubble.
Seeing this spell, many people below the arena nodded in appreciation. After all, it was the accumulation of all the sect's resources, and it really was quite a skill.
This technique is exquisite, and coupled with his Jindan stage cultivation, every rock that falls down has great force, and if you are hit by one, your bones may be broken.
At this moment, Ye Linglong stretched out her wrist, and the seven swords became one, and she quickly retracted Xuanying.
Seeing countless rocks falling on her head, she just smiled calmly and performed a magic spell.
The Great Rebirth Technique!
Countless fluorescent lights flew out from her palm, and the next second, the seeds attached to the soil and rocks grew rapidly, grew roots and vines, and continuously absorbed the power from the soil and rocks for their own use.
Soon, the vines spread and their powerful root system began to disintegrate all the fallen rocks from the inside.
Seeing this scene, everyone in the audience was stunned again!
"She is actually a wood-type cultivator! Her spiritual roots are of the wood type! Wood overcomes earth! Cao Yongxin is so unlucky! The opponent she met happened to be of the wood type!"
"Oh my god! I thought all the wood cultivators were refining pills. What kind of magic is this? It can actually be used for fighting. It's so powerful! No matter how many stones you have, wherever the seeds go, they will take root, sprout and disintegrate!"
"Really? I thought that wood cultivators were all cute and pretty girls who could gently heal wounds, heal hearts, and heal the whole world with just a few spells."
"Brother, I don't agree with what you said. Isn't the girl on the stage cute? Isn't she pretty? Isn't she a young girl? She fits your imagination very well."
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While the discussion below was getting wild and heated, those who had been beaten by Ye Linglong were stunned.
I almost died at her hands, and now I don't even have the talisman to save my life. No one knows that she is a wood element! Wood element!
Who could have thought of this? It is said that wood-type practitioners are mostly gentle, open-minded and kind-hearted because of their skills. I have never heard of such a violent and sinister wood-type.
Even Ye Rongyue in the audience was stunned.
Isn't Ye Linglong a fire element? Her Phoenix Divine Fire Art is already very powerful, how come she also has such a powerful wood art? And the sword art too, how did she get these arts? Are they all from the Qingxuan Sect?
She, doesn't she live by her own name every day? Why does she have so many?
Below the arena, Pei Luobai stared blankly, with the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Yuan Xiang, when he was teaching his junior sister the basics of cultivation, he had comforted her, saying that it didn't matter if she had too many spiritual roots, and that she would not be worse than others if she worked harder.
Now it seems that the junior sister has really been working hard to overcome her disadvantage in spiritual roots compared to others. With the qualification of three spiritual roots in the foundation-building stage, she used the wood spiritual root to defeat the powerful opponent with only one spiritual root in the golden elixir stage.
At this time, Ji Zizhuo came to the front of the sisters and whispered, "I thought that the little sister's great rebirth technique could only be used to make Fatty grow legs, to achieve recycling, and to eat fruits freely!"
Seeing this, Ke Xinlan laughed and said, "That's because you have never been beaten by your junior sister. If you beat her up, you will know whether her great rebirth technique can only be used to grow legs."
Luo Yanzhong touched his beard with emotion and said, "Sister Ye Zi, using this method on my face is really a waste of talent."
"Then you were complaining about my junior sister's poor plastic surgery skills? If her skills were worse and her hands were shaking, did you see the stone? Your face would have suffered the same fate as it did!"
After Lu Baiwei finished speaking, Luo Yanzhong was so scared that he covered his face. He couldn't bear to think about that scene, it was too scary.
If he had seen this scene before, he would never have agreed to Sister Ye Zi's plastic surgery. It might have disfigured him. Oh no, disfigurement is a minor issue. The real problem is that the roots would have pierced his brain, which would have been fatal.
Just as everyone was talking, Ye Linglong took advantage of the situation and quickly flew up on tiptoe, passing through countless rocks that were entangled and disintegrated by vines and rushed straight in front of Cao Yongxin.
When the mysterious shadow appeared, it was divided into seven layers, and the seven layers merged into one again, with all the power concentrated at full speed.
The second level of Zhaotian Divine Sword Technique, Return to Oneness!
Seeing Ye Linglong's terrifying sword stabbing towards him with great force, Cao Yongxin could only use his sword to block it again.
But this time, his hasty resistance was useless.
His sword was shattered instantly, but Ye Linglong's sword did not slow down at all and pierced his heart like a hot knife through butter.
Cao Yongxin was not in a hurry. He narrowed his eyes, sneered, picked up the sword again, and was preparing to counterattack.
However, his smile froze the next second.
The top-grade defensive spiritual weapon, the silver silk armor he was wearing, seemed to be non-existent in front of Ye Linglong's sword. The silver silk armor was pierced directly, and the long sword pierced into his chest.
Blood splashed out in an instant and spread all over the ground.
"ah!"
Upon seeing this scene, the leader of the Beidou Sect stood up suddenly, his eyes widened as if his eyeballs were about to fall out.
"My son!"
The elders of Beidou Sect also got up with him.
"My armor!"
Cao Yongxin spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes slightly closed, and his body fell down uncontrollably. He was about to fall off the arena and lose the match.
"I'm not willing!"
Just as he finished his words, a vine wrapped around his waist, pulled him back from the edge of the arena, and put him back on the arena.
Cao Yongxin thought it was over and he wouldn’t be beaten anymore: ???
What are you doing?