Chapter 1006
Fang Hanluo vs. Juechen!
After a simple salute, the two quickly fought and fought in Taichung, Thanglong.
As expected, Juechen learned his lesson and launched a swift attack as soon as he entered the field. Abandoning the past unchanged and responding to ever-changing, relying on the strong resilience, the opponent’s play is hard to beat.
I have to say that his strength is still quite formidable, almost in the blink of an eye, the entire Rising Dragon Terrace swayed countless blue light.
Behind him there is a sacred tree of blue light, covering the sky and covering the sun, which is as large as hundreds of feet. While the tree trunk was shaking, the wind and clouds changed color, and the water surface of the entire Jiulong Lake was disturbed.
Lin Yun’s eyes narrowed slightly, his attention was not on Juechen, and he stared at Fang Hanluo.
As others had expected, Fang Hanluo, who was promoted to the half-step Celestial Soul, faced Juechen a lot easier this time. Even if the opponent’s killer moves are repeated, they still smile, and they can always calmly resolve the opponent’s killer moves between advance and retreat.
From time to time, he can still get the chance, and an abrupt counterattack makes Juechen frantic for a while.
“strangeness.”
Lin Yun thoughtfully, always felt that there was something wrong with this Fang Hanluo, but he couldn’t see it.
I want to use the psychic sword intent to observe it, but this psychic sword intent can be used to realize that the sword moves are handy, but other moves and moods are not so magical.
I want to use the eye of the candle dragon to see it, but if the movement is too large, people will notice it and waste the hole cards in vain.
Forget it, don’t use it for the time being.
Lin Yun retracted his thoughts, his eyes flashed with attachments, he didn’t believe that with the sharp eyes of the swordsman, he couldn’t see any clues.
“Three tricks have passed.”
“Four moves have passed.”
“Five moves have passed.”
The warriors in the audience watching the battle stand, staring at the battle on the Shenglong stage, silently counting how many moves they played against. There has always been a rumor about Fang Hanluo that ten tricks can’t win him, even if the three little kings want to win him, it will be extremely difficult.
If it is Juechen, you can’t win Juechen within ten strokes, and you may be sure to lose.
So everyone didn’t say anything, they counted silently in their hearts, wanting to witness the truth of the rumors.
“That is……”
Lin Yun, who was observing this battle, suddenly lit up, and he saw Fang Hanluo’s body style was a little weird. Between each change, there are extremely subtle energy fluctuations, radiating on the ground and mid-air, and those fluctuations are quite hidden in the aftermath of the two fighting each other.
If you don’t pay attention, you won’t be able to find it at all, and it will even be covered up by the aftermath and cause neglect.
Sword intent psychic, wow!
In the depths of Lin Yun’s eyes, the light of spark suddenly bloomed, and a little psychic sword intent was focused on his eyes, and many details on the stage were constantly cleared under the magnification of the psychic sword intent.
Fang Hanluo’s movements were continuously broken down, and pictures appeared in Lin Yun’s mind.
“I see.”
Lin Yun dissipated the psychic sword intent in his eyes, and his face showed a sudden look.
This Fang Hanluo’s body style is quite weird, and every time his body shape changes, he can disperse most of his opponent’s strength in an invisible way. So every time he is in desperate situations, he can persist for a long time. Besides, his physical body should be more terrifying than outsiders imagined.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he has suffered so many serious injuries, and finally he can turn a good luck.
Juechen should have fallen into something, but he couldn’t find the flaws in his physical skills. It was only a matter of time before he lost.
Sure enough, after the ten moves, Juechen was gradually at a disadvantage.
“Tianbing Fist, Frost Cold Starburst!”
After dozens of moves, Fang Hanluo clenched his five fingers and blasted out a fist, as if the stars condensed with cold light burst in the light of the fist.
The azure sacred tree behind Juechen was first frozen by ice, and then it exploded directly. He vomited a mouthful of blood and looked completely depressed.
“Sure enough, Fang Hanluo is no more than ten tricks!”
“Juechen seems to have been injured to the source, and I am afraid that he will completely lose his combat effectiveness. The next game will have to abstain.”
“It’s too tragic. Li Mubai was almost split in half by Zhu Qingshan with a single knife, and barely recovered his life. This Juechen was wounded to the source again, which is equivalent to directly eliminating two people.”
The audience exclaimed, and everyone looked extremely solemn.
The top ten battles were far more tragic than the previous group battles, and the masters made moves, and there was no way to end the peak duel.
Once injured, he was basically out.
“I won.”
Fang Hanluo grinned and arched his hands.
Juechen was already seriously injured, and now the Xuanhuang Qi was swallowed in a large amount, and he knew that being out was a certainty. With no expression on his face, he leaped towards the stage without saying a word.
thump!
But the others couldn’t lift it up in a breath of real anger, and actually fell directly, but fortunately, the elder Zongmen quickly took a shot and fished him out.
Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be the first to drown in Jiulong Lake.
“Feel sorry.”
The grinning expression on Fang Hanluo’s face faded. This scene was indeed a bit bleak, almost drowning in the Nine Dragon Lake in the first ten of the last session.
But the road of martial arts is so cruel, there is no choice but to become stronger, otherwise Fang Hanluo himself will leave the field in embarrassment.
The atmosphere on the scene became significantly more serious after the war, and the laughter and noise gradually disappeared.
“That’s horrible.”
Looking at Juechen being picked up, Feng Ye said in a sigh. He peeked at Lin Yun and found that the other party’s calm expression also flashed with sighs, but it was more calm and terrifying. .
His heart is like a sword in his hand, and it has never wavered.
No matter how cruel this martial road is, the heart of Xiangjian is fearless in life and death.
The first ten battles continue, and everyone regrets whether the glory of the Nanhua Qiying is about to end. Nangong night jade and Jiang Ziye won successively, especially Jiang Ziye. Her dry cloud technique was cultivated to an unpredictable realm, and the gathering was like a towering mountain, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles.
When scattered, the sky is full of stars twinkling without a trace of cloud and mist.
One after another wonderful duel was staged continuously. Although it was not over yet, the list of people who could qualify for the top ten gradually became clear.
In addition to the four major seeds, there are six names left in the top ten.
Jiang Ziye, Wu Xiaotian, Nangong Tuberose, Yang Lie, Gao Yu, Fang Hanluo, Bai Lixuan, Zhu Qingshan, and Yue Weiwei, if there were no accidents, six places should have appeared among these people.
The list is very clear. The first five people are Nanhua Qiying and a veteran strong Wu Xiaotian, and the next four are the rookie dark horses born in this dragon feast.
The situation of confrontation between old and new is very obvious.
Of course, one person must be added.
She was previously defeated by Yue Weiwei and staged a wonderful “dancing”, but she did not abstain. Just ashamed of seeing people, he covered himself with a veil, showing only his forehead and eyes.
Its strength is still there, which can be regarded as one of the variables.
“Wu Xiaotian vs. Jiang Ziye!”
The referee suddenly stretched his tone and reported the list for the next match.
As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar at the scene, and countless eyes became fierce.
The grievances between Wu Xiaotian and Jiang Ziye, but the ups and downs in the ancient South China domain, Wu Xiaotian’s madness in the past is no longer necessary to say, it has long been known to everyone.
“Brother, be careful.”
In the seat of the Xueshang Pavilion, seeing Wu Xiaotian eager to try, Ji Wuye said with some worry, the expressions of the other sect elders were nothing more than the same.
Wu Xiaotian grinned: “Four years of war, I am not what I used to be. This stinky lady should be careful.”
When the voice fell, he rose into the air, like a mountain falling heavily on the Rising Dragon Platform.
Rumble!
The water in the Sifang Lake was surging, shaking up hundreds of waves, and Jiang Ziye, who was opposite Wu Xiaotian, had already landed, and his complexion was calm.
“I’ve been looking forward to this battle for a long time. Jiang Ziye’s humiliation four years ago, I will definitely return this battle to you!”
Wu Xiaotian’s eyes showed excitement and said coldly.
“I had forgotten the battle four years ago. Besides, you are not worthy of my humiliation. I am not that persistent to you.”
Jiang Ziye’s eyes were cold as water, surprisingly calm.
“I care what you think!”
There was a hostile look in Wu Xiaotian’s eyes, he had been struggling for a long time for this battle, but he didn’t bother to care about what his opponent thought.
All he has to do is to defeat the opponent, a shame!
In the wild shout, the blood evil flashed across Wu Xiaotian’s body, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters. There were traces of hideous bloody afterimages along the road, and the real body instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ziye. He raised his palm and saw it.
Rumble!
This palm is like a river flowing backwards, roaring fierce anger, rolling up a boundless cloud of blood, it is Wu Xiaotian’s masterpiece, blood cloud cut!
“broken!”
Jiang Zi did not change the color of the leaves, and greeted him with a light finger.
boom!
A loud noise erupted between the touches, and the two retreated.
“Blood Shadow Slayer!”
Wu Xiaotian hadn’t landed in the air, and his bloody evil spirit rolled again like a river, and the flesh that wrapped him opened like a blood python, biting him viciously. This move changes extremely fast, and uses extremely clever body skills, the roaring evil spirit can even interfere with the opponent’s six senses, causing spatial confusion.
Click! Click!
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ziye was struck by seven consecutive punches, each of which fell as if he had been bitten by a blood python.
“Scatter!”
Seeing that the opponent was gaining power and not forgiving, Jiang Ziye stabilized the chaotic string of True Qi in his body and forced the opponent’s evil spirit out of his body. The whole body was scattered like clouds, under the opponent’s aura, Jiang Ziye stood in front of him, but it seemed as if there was nothing left, unable to lock it.
“Gather!”
At this moment when Wu Xiaotian was slightly startled, Jiang Ziye slammed his hand over, and a vision appeared behind him. There are boundless white clouds piled up like mountains, majestic and heavy, and that mountain’s rising from the ground brings great pressure to people.
With every palm exploded, a high mountain is piled up. After a few palms, Jiang Ziye is already behind the lofty mountains, endless.
“Dian Yun Jue!”
“It’s the Qianyun Jue again, the universe of heaven and earth, the impermanence of gathering and dispersing, it is really unpredictable.”
“Wu Xiaotian was made a little uncomfortable, and the blood evil magic power was completely unable to be used.”
Wu Xiaotian’s complexion on Thanglong Stage changed slightly. After a few years, his opponent has become stronger. I’m afraid that the thirteen layers of this dry cloud tactic have been cultivated for the other party, and when it reaches the legendary transformation realm, it is really a bit strong and terrifying.
“See how I break your dry cloud art!”
Wu Xiaotian’s eyes flashed brightly, he was not wasting his time these years, he had already figured out how to crack the opponent’s dry cloud art.
Are there any means yet to come?
Seeing the turbulent blood on Wu Xiaotian’s body, all of them showed a look of expectation for a while.