The only way

Chapter 640 Treacherous
Everyone was disturbed by this sudden cold poison.

In just a short period of time, several people were poisoned by the cold, even if it was not fatal, but it was only slightly affected. In this moment, which is very important in the arena, the foundation for failure has undoubtedly been laid.

And the instigator of all this, Shen Buer, stood on the lotus platform with the nine-section whip hanging down in his hand, allowing himself to be exposed to the heavy rain, his face gradually turned gloomy.

His eyes penetrated the thin rain and mist, and looked at the green bamboo that seemed to be growing in the mist not far away, and looked at the bamboo umbrella that was opened, blocking all the rain and mist, and the slender bamboo underneath. The figure was covered tightly and was not affected by the rain and fog at all.

Holding a sword in his right hand and an umbrella in his left hand, Lingchu gently raised the corner of the Weiji umbrella in the rain and mist that had begun to thin, his eyes also pierced through the rain and mist, facing Shang Shen Buer's cold eyes, there was nothing in his eyes. There are no waves.

It's just that the sword Feixian hastily used has already chopped off Shen Buer's astonishing waterspout.

Although it was just a sword, it also consumed a lot of Lingchu's spiritual power.

The Qingyi sword in his hand was originally transparent and lustrous, but it was also slightly dimmed. Lingchu retracted the sword with his backhand, and the sword disappeared into the handle of the umbrella.

Once one sword is finished, there is no two swords.

Since Shen Buer already knew the existence of Yijian Feixian, he would naturally be on guard in his heart, so why bother, what's more, every bit of the situation here was seen by the elders of the same sect in the mountain gate.

Maybe it will be spread out in the future, the true power of a sword flying fairy is naturally not comparable to this hasty sword, but Lingchu does not intend to expose everything.

And, here, in the final analysis, it is the end.

The Qingyi sword entered the umbrella, and the whole body of the Weiji umbrella suddenly lit up slightly, as if even the aura had become much stronger.

Lingchu smiled slightly, his waist and limbs twitched lightly, his toes were a little empty, and there seemed to be blue lotus flowers blooming under his feet. The Weiji Umbrella in his hand drew a semicircle in the void along Lingchu's strength, and the spiritual power surged out.

The surrounding raindrops, which had not yet completely fallen, seemed to be drawn by some invisible force. The posture of falling downward stopped in the void. After standing still for half a breath, they began to float in the direction of Weiji Umbrella.

With Lingchu as the center and Weiji Umbrella as the direction, everyone was surprised to find that all the unfallen raindrops were following Lingchu's movements, floating layer by layer around Lingchu.

And Lingchu himself, in the endless water curtain, danced the Weiji Umbrella like a slow dance, light and elegant, and the drops of water gathered into trickling streams, happily dancing Lingchu was flowing around.

One circle, two circles, three circles.

In the first round of dancing of Weiji Umbrella, the water droplets are still, in the second round of dancing, they converge into a trickle, and in the third round of dancing, the trickle becomes a river.

The people on the top of the mountain raised their heads in amazement, and looked at the top of their heads, and a river that appeared again seemed to flow endlessly, flowing out of thin air, strange and spectacular.

Shen Buer's expression was a little more appreciative. As a monk of water magic, he clearly understood that the monk opposite was not a monk of water magic. He was able to drive these water droplets like his arms so smoothly. Strong spiritual power.

That is to say, at the moment of Lingchu, he is using his spiritual consciousness to control the countless raindrops, making them gather drop by drop and flow little by little.

The power of consciousness required is not simple.

These movements seem complicated, but the three laps of Weiji Umbrella dancing are only two breaths. When Shen Buer threw out the nine-section whip again, the river controlled by Lingchu with the power of spiritual consciousness , also swept away mightily towards Shen Buer.

Although it is not one-tenth of Shen Buer's massive waterspout before, it is still shocking enough when a river rushes in.

In particular, the river rushing towards him, logically speaking, is still from his own hands.

Shen Buer looked at the rolling water, the darkness in his eyes became thicker, the nine-section whip in his hand made a piercing sound, and the faint blue color burst out, like a flexible and fierce dragon, headed towards the water, piercing headlong. go in.

Like a dragon entering the water, the nine-section whip easily turned the water upside down, and countless water droplets fell towards the top of the mountain again.

The difference is that this time, the innocent people who have been implicated are already prepared, and the rain is much weaker than before.

The same thing is that the splashing raindrops at this moment inevitably stirred up countless white mist again.

In an instant, the scene in front of Jiang Shen Buer was blurred for a moment.

And in this short moment, Shen Buer saw only a faint purple streamer suddenly rising into the sky between the blurred rain curtains.

Standing alone in the rain curtain, Shen Buer, who was not afraid of the cold poison at all, did not waste any spiritual energy on isolating the raindrops, and let the raindrops fall on his body little by little, and slide over his skin little by little, bringing a burst of pain. A burst of coolness.

Shen Buer's eyes and energy were all focused on Lingchu in front of him, especially the purple streamer that soared into the sky.

The cover of the rain curtain was only for a moment, and the figure in front of Shen Buer became clearer and clearer. He looked at the smiling woman vigilantly, and suddenly a faint uneasiness emerged in his heart.

The woman who was still holding the umbrella suddenly smiled at herself, stretched out a thin white finger with her empty right hand, and pointed to the sky.

Heaven?

The monk's eyes are naturally very good. Even through the distance and the rain, Shen Buer can still see clearly.

Subconsciously, Shen Buer suddenly looked up at the sky.

At some point, dense black clouds suddenly gathered in the originally clear sky, coupled with the thin pattering rain curtain, it seemed that it was really just a change in the weather.

But Shen Buer knew clearly that this rain, where is the rotation of the weather, it was obviously a spell he used.

And his spells don't know how to move clouds!
The vigilance in his heart became stronger and stronger, and the subconscious sense of crisis made him frown. Just as he was about to blast the dark cloud above his head with the nine-section whip in his hand, he saw purple electric snakes circulating in the dark cloud.

The moment that magnificent purple came into Shen Buer's eyes, countless thunderbolts fell.

It rained just now, and the air was full of moisture. Originally, it was just a series of rough thunderbolts. Suddenly, as if they were attracted, they turned into countless small electric currents, and instantly followed the raindrops, the moisture, all over the top of the mountain.

Everyone in the arena changed expression.

The entire mountain top wrapped in rain is simply a paradise for thunder and lightning at this moment!

He didn't care about the rain at all, and Shen Buer, who was exposed to the rain, turned pale!

This junior sister, how strange is her mind!

　Cultivate immortals scientifically, fight scientifically.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)