all the way to fairy

Chapter 82 Sword Stance
"That's not necessarily true." Wei Lin's phoenix eyes sparkled, and the fighting spirit in his eyes became more intense. After he finished speaking, the man and the sword turned into a bolt of lightning, and rushed towards Wen Ming.

He turned from defense to offense.

"I'll go! Senior Brother Qianjiu, what kind of tactics is this? How dare you attack when you are weak?"

Everyone in the audience was stunned. Attacking with strength and defending with weakness has been the principle since ancient times. It is really rare for someone in a weak position to dare to attack with force.

Zhenjun Xingye on the high platform was taken aback for a moment, and said to Jing Zhe: "Your disciple, you are really unexpected."

Blindly defending in a weak position rarely has a chance of winning. Only by attacking, violently attacking and disrupting the opponent's rhythm can there be a glimmer of hope.

Rao Yi could not help showing satisfaction with Wei Lin's performance because of Jing Zhe's high demands.

On the competition stage, Wei Lin attacked Wen Ming violently for a while, and the more he fought, the more frightened he became. He felt that Wen Ming's attack was stronger and stronger, as if the more he fought, the more courageous he became, and he became more and more comfortable.

This is not right, after such a long battle, more than half of the physical and spiritual energy has been lost, how could it be getting easier and easier!

After fighting for a while, he suddenly retreated sharply, opened the distance, raised his hand to wipe off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Wen Ming thoughtfully. He was in the opponent's sword posture, and there was always a sticky feeling pulling his body. The attack will always deviate by a few points, failing to achieve the expected effect;
And after each attack, Wen Ming's next attack will be a little bit stronger. This little increase is not obvious in the early stage, but it is very scary as time accumulates.

On the high platform, Jing Zhe smiled even more in his eyes, did he finally find out?

Increase after the trick?

Wei Lin had a flash of inspiration, he was taking advantage of the situation!

Every time he fights, he borrows a little bit of power from the opponent to strengthen his own sword power. He is terrified in his heart. Under such circumstances, the longer he fights, the less chance he will win.

There was a bit of understanding in his mind, from the first time he experienced the sword power in the battle against the Nether Tiger in Jueying Peak, to his understanding of the use of the sword power and his experience in Wen Ming's sword power flashed in his mind one by one.

With a wave of the long sword in his hand, he closed his eyes and sank his thoughts into the sword. He seemed to see a little bit of spiritual power burning in the sword, and a whirl of spiritual power centered on the sword appeared, pulling in the surrounding spiritual energy, but he did not Let the cyclone pull, but pull the spiritual power into the sword, and the pale blue sword energy condenses. Under his control, the sword energy did not explode immediately, but spread all over under his intentional pulling. Around, the surrounding directions are blocked.

Wen Ming's pupils shrank, and he was astonished. Under the pressure of his own sword, Qianjiu completely comprehended the sword!
On the high platform, Mang Zhong stood up in shock, "This—"

Xing Ye put away the disbelief on his face, turned his head and praised Jing Zhe: "Your disciple, you are truly an amazing talent in the way of swordsmanship!"

Jingzhe slightly raised the corners of her lips.

Lan Shu's heart was heavy. These days, she regretted introducing Qian Jiu to Master Jing Zhe. From limited contact, she found that this Qian Jiu was definitely a swordsman. That's why she broke through Foundation Establishment when she was close to Xiao Bi.

Facing him, she has no confidence that she can win.

And she couldn't afford to lose.

Under the arena, someone shouted: "Did I read it wrong? Brother Qianjiu also comprehended the sword power?"

"It's the sword power!"

"God, how long has he been in the cabinet after comprehending the power of the sword on the competition stage!"

The sword power is different from the cultivation base. The improvement of the cultivation base is the comprehensive effect of spiritual root qualifications, time, pills and spirit stones, etc., while the sword power depends entirely on talent. If there is no talent, it means that the cultivation base has reached the Yuanying stage. , Those who have not comprehended still do not comprehend.

And most of the monks who comprehend the sword power comprehended it after the foundation building period and during the Qi training period. They are geniuses among geniuses. Unexpectedly, two of them came out of Canye Pavilion at once!

Yunli slightly hooked her lips, Grandpa Wei used to say that his brother is a genius in swordsmanship, and he has been faster and better than his brothers since he practiced swordsmanship since he was a child!
On the ring, Wen Ming flicked his wrist, and the color of the light blue light in the three-foot range gradually deepened. Finally, his surroundings had turned into a deep azure blue, protruding from the blue light circle, forming an azure blue circle around him. The ball revolves around him.

Can't wait any longer!
With one step forward, the piercing sword force suddenly appeared around Wei Lin's body. In the blink of an eye, the sword force that had just formed around Wei Lin's body suddenly changed. With a single finger of the long sword, like a real green leaf piercing through the air, his throat was instantly warmed. between.

Wen Ming broke out in a cold sweat, subconsciously leaned back, narrowly avoiding the green leaves, Wei Lin, who has a perfect grasp of fighters, naturally wouldn't give him a chance to breathe, almost immediately raised his head the moment the first wave of green leaves flew out. The sword stepped forward, pieces of green leaves flew out from the long sword he swung like a rain of arrows.

Mang Zhong was horrified, he was still imitating Ming'er's sword posture before, and in just a few breaths, he formed his own sword posture!
If this kid is an enemy, he must be in serious trouble!

The battle situation on the stage changed too quickly. For a while, both the crowd watching from the audience and the people on the high stage couldn't help holding their breath, staring at the two people who were fighting.

Wen Ming was forced to retreat steadily. Seeing that he had reached the edge of the ring, there was no way to retreat. He stomped heavily on the ring with his left foot, mobilizing the spiritual power of his whole body to pour into the dark blue wide sword. people can't keep their eyes open.

Wei Lin's feet froze, and the spiritual power of his whole body was also poured into the long sword in his hand, and the dazzling blue light also shot up into the sky. Thousands of green leaves appeared on the sword body. Splitting out, with a desperate determination, the torrential green rain poured down.

At the same time, a blue ball of light rushed out from below and collided with the green leaves fiercely. People can't see the battle on the stage.

After a stick of incense, the light gradually weakened. In the blue light, the blood-covered boy was trembling, but the long sword in his hand pointed motionlessly at the eyebrows of the same bloody boy on the ground.

"Senior Brother Qianjiu!" Someone said in disbelief after recognizing the sword of the standing boy.

"referee--"

Yunli yelled loudly, and the referee who established the foundation just woke up like a dream, shaking his lips: "No. 1 wins!"

It's too scary. Such a shocking scene was created by two disciples in the Qi training period. Many battles in the foundation building period are not so powerful, they are all ruthless people!
As soon as he finished speaking, Yunli jumped onto the stage and supported Wei Lin: "Open your mouth."

While speaking, a Rejuvenation Pill was stuffed in.

She stuffed it too quickly, Wei Lin choked so much that tears came out, and he swallowed it with difficulty, and said angrily, "I'm a wounded person, can you be gentle?"

"Sorry, I was in a hurry and didn't control my strength well."

She stretched out her hand and patted Wei Lin's back a few times, apologizing carelessly, her whole body was filled with joy, and she was only one step away from the Zhaoying Sword.

Seeing the people who were ashamed mixed with secret joy in the audience, she looked at the two half-disabled people in the stands, no good, the duck in hand is about to fly!
Over there, Wei Lin and Wen Ming didn't seem to notice, they were still exchanging pleasantries.

First of all, Wei Lin slowly raised his hands and cupped his fists, and said to Wen Ming, "Thank you, senior brother."

Without Wen Ming's sword power as a reference, he would not be able to fully comprehend the sword power so quickly.

Wen Ming, who was lying on the ground, sat up reluctantly with the support of the monkey-faced boy. Hearing this, he smiled lightly, and his movements affected the wound. He coughed violently a few times, and said, "Junior brother, you are welcome. If you have the opportunity, we will discuss again."

At this moment, there is no arrogance on his body, but a sense of freedom and dedication to the way of the sword.

The second match soon began. Wen Ming faced Hao Si. Looking at Hao Si who was in full bloom on the stage, and Wen Ming who had just recovered a little and couldn't even stand still, everyone suddenly realized that that was not what happened just now. The first and second finals are just the first round of the top three competition.

This year's leader is probably the little-known Koji, and everyone is stunned.

Someone couldn't help sighing: "Hao Si, you died. Although the name is not very auspicious, this luck is very good!"

"This year's King of Luck is definitely him, he didn't run away."

Originally, with Hao Si's strength, he would not be able to enter the top three, but because Yue Yi met Wei Lin and lost early, he advanced smoothly. Now Wen Mingqianjiu is seriously injured, he is the leader!
Someone retorted: "That's not necessarily the case."

Sure enough, Wen Ming on the stage did not directly admit defeat, and at the referee's order, he immediately sacrificed a bell-shaped magic weapon, enlarged it and covered himself in it, and then openly meditated to recover!

Everyone's jaws dropped in shock, "As expected of Master Mangzhong's great-grandson, he has a wealth of wealth, and this bell-shaped defensive magic weapon is a top-grade yellow rank!"

Immediately, someone who was jealous of Hao Si's luck stood with arms folded, gloating and saying, "Let's see how he breaks."

(End of this chapter)