Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 77 Wheel Battle

"Please advise!" Sikong Xinming returned a salute, but saw Wang Zhen's entire body disappearing like blue smoke as soon as his voice fell.

Si Kong Xinming frowned, patted his body, and two layers of protective shields appeared around him in an instant.

I saw like a flash of lightning in the darkness, a dagger about three inches long with a dazzling cold light, stabbing on the protective cover behind him.This attack was so sudden that Sikong Xinming's protective shield was shattered with one blow.

So fast!Liu Qinghuan sighed two words from the bottom of his heart. The second attack of the dagger had already been swung out with lightning. This time, there was no shield to hinder Sikong Xinming's defenseless back.

If this is stabbed, I am afraid that the injury is not small!
However, Sikong Xinming leaned forward, only to hear the sound of "Cang", the sword on his back was unsheathed, just in time to hold the attacking dagger.

The two weapons intersected, and the burst of spiritual power exploded centered on the intersection, and in a flash, it reached the mask of the battle platform, and all of them were blocked by the mask.

Si Kong Xinming took advantage of this opportunity to turn his body in the air and floated three feet away.With a finger on his hand, the other sword on his back was also unsheathed, streaked across the sky like a rainbow, and slashed to the left side of the battle stage!
Where the sword light passed, a vague figure suddenly appeared, with an afterimage dodging the attacking sword light, jumping three feet, and the figure disappeared again!
At this time, there was an uproar in the audience!
"It's so fast! It's actually handed over so many times in a few breaths!"

"Yeah, it's terrible! Both of them are amazing."

"My God! I just blinked, and I didn't even see the process of their fight!"

"You're exaggerating too. You blink, and it takes several breaths! Are your eyes paralyzed?"

Regardless of the clamor under the stage, the situation on the stage was already tense.

Si Kong Xinming was surrounded by deep sword intent, two spirit swords were hanging by his side, and he would fight back violently as long as the other party revealed a little flaw.

And Wang Zhen, who was hiding his figure, couldn't get a shot, and he couldn't find a chance to start again for a while.

Sikong Xinming's consciousness swept across the entire battlefield, but did not find any trace of the opponent, he snorted coldly: "Do you think that if you don't show up, I can't force you?"

As soon as he lost his momentum, with the change of the magic formula in his hand, two spirit swords flew and circled towards the top of his head.

Wang Zhen secretly screamed for the worst, only to hear Si Kong Xinming shout, and the twin swords that had been coiling around each other in some mysterious pattern suddenly shot out countless sword lights, rolling away like undulating waves.

At the corner of the battle platform, Wang Zhen, dressed in black armor, was forced out in embarrassment.He held double-edged swords against layers of sword light, and the spiritual shield on his body was riddled with holes after only a few breaths, and the sword light pierced through the black armor.

Fortunately, the protective power of the black armor is very good, and Jianguang only pulled out a white mark on it.On the side of his head, he avoided a sword light that shot at his forehead, and when he turned back, a bloodstain appeared on his right face.

Wang Zhen's face sank, his hands folded together, and the two blades formed a curved blade, spinning rapidly to block the incoming sword light. At the same time, he stepped on the strange footwork, pulled out several afterimages, and rushed towards Sikong Xinming.

Si Kongxin pointed with a clear hand, and the double swords shuttled like swimming fish to meet him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhen's feet moved a few times, and he passed through the intertwined sword net of the spirit swords inconceivably.
Everyone in the audience who saw this scene was stunned. Could it be that Wang is really a physique?But looking at his figure, it doesn't look like it, and the speed is too fast, and the movement is too weird!I've never heard of Siyuanlou's exercises.

Everyone's eyes widened to see how Sikong Xinming responded.

However, Sikong Xinming's figure flashed and disappeared suddenly in the cold light of the curved blade. The next moment, he appeared on the other side of the battle platform, and the broken talisman fell from his hand.

"Teleportation talisman!" Someone shouted, and the battle on the stage was drawing to a close.

Si Kongxin pointed with a clear hand, and the double swords brought out the sword intent, blocking Wang Zhen's retreat, and strangling him away.

Wang Zhen moved left and right, raised his hand and swung out a shuttle-shaped magic weapon, trying to break through the blockade of the sword intent, but was pushed into his throat by the long sword.His expression changed, and he spit out three words with difficulty: "I lost."

Si Kong Xinming withdrew his sword intent, and the double swords returned to their sheaths with a "clang".

When Wang Zhen stepped down from the stage, he received words of comfort from many people.Although he lost, he showed his extraordinary strength, but the opponent was too strong.

Liu Qinghuan looked at Wang Zhen thoughtfully.Wang Zhen seemed to have put the cart before the horse and pursued too much speed.Cultivators are not ordinary warriors, and their speed can be compensated by many magic weapons or exercises, but if they have a single attack method, they can easily be restrained by their opponents.If Wang Zhen had more long-range attack methods, he would not have been defeated by Sikong Xinming so quickly.

"No. [-] is on the field." The middle-aged base-building cultivator shouted.

A cultivator of the eighth level of Qi practice flew to the stage, but he was quickly defeated.In the next three games in a row, Si Kong Xinming won all of them. Only in the fifth game, he encountered a ninth-level Qi training monk with Yi Ye Guan, and it was a bit difficult to win.

After this game, there was no one on the field for a while, Sikong Xinming took out two spiritual stones and hurry up to restore his spiritual power.After playing five games in a row, his spiritual power has been consumed a lot.

"After a quarter of an hour with no one on the field, Sikong Xinming is considered to have won the sixth game." The middle-aged cultivator of Foundation Establishment said, and he started timing.

"Who is No. [-]?" Someone in the audience asked, "Isn't she afraid?"

After a while, a cultivator of the seventh level of Qi practice flew up to the battle stage, Si Kong Xinming glanced at him, the man hurriedly said, "I admit defeat!" and flew off the battle stage again.

"Number [-]!" The middle-aged base-building cultivator said expressionlessly.

This time there was really no one to play.Liu Qinghuan glanced at the people around, but couldn't see who it was.The Ten must be here, just stage fright.

A quarter of an hour later: "Sikong Xinming won the eighth game! NO.11."

"I am NO.11." With a soft female voice, a female nun flew onto the stage.She looked about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a weak figure like a willow and Fufeng, and she also had a sense of shyness when she spoke.

She looked at Sikong Xinming's blushing first, lowered her head and said, "Hello, senior brother, I'm Qin Lingling from Mingyue Pavilion.

Sikong Xinming had a smile on his face and nodded, "Hello, Junior Sister Qin."

The two greeted each other and the test officially began.

When this young girl Qin made her move, she shocked everyone on and off the stage.I saw that her magic weapon was a gold brick, and it could be enlarged to the size of a boulder. When the fight started, the entire battle platform was patted "bumping", and the protective mask also trembled under the great power of the gold brick. nonstop.

Fortunately, the battle platform was very strong, and the mask was restored to its original state under the stability of the middle-aged foundation-builder monk.But Sikong Xinming was in a state of desperation!Even though his sword qi vertical and horizontal spells are exquisite, the gold bricks slapped randomly regardless of 21 [-], which made him feel that he had nowhere to start.

Throwing the sword to attack, Qin Lingling manipulated the golden brick like an arm, turning it into a shield to block all attacks.I don't know what the gold brick was made of, but his spirit sword slashed on it, leaving only a shallow imprint.Using the sword shadow spectroscopic technique, the golden bricks became several times larger, and all the sword light was completely dissipated.

(End of this chapter)