Concubine Cultivation Records

Chapter 117 116 Beheading
A round of brown moon fell from the sky high, turning the broken ice and snow around it into frost dust.

The great sense of oppression brought from top to bottom makes people have nowhere to hide.

All the monks watching couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten, and they exclaimed in surprise.

The incomparably powerful power locked onto the tiny green butterfly on the ground, making Meng Ba feel fully confident.

He is sure to win this battle!

And Qingdie, who was locked on the ground, still stood there as if defenseless.

When the brown moon reflected into those light-colored pupils, it was as clear as a mirror.

Seeing this extremely gorgeous attack, even Qin Rongqian, who was his opponent, couldn't help but feel a little admiration.

This trick is not very subtle, but it was dealt with and the timing was just right.

First use the heavy ring of thick soil to lock the opponent, and then use the brute force of a whole body of blood and vitality.

He jumped up from the ground and poured all his spiritual power into the magic weapon.

While the heavy thick soil armor added weight to the body, it also increased the power of the long knife, making the body fall faster.

It was a blow indeed.

The earth spirit power is extremely thick, and the strong pressure brought by the fall from the sky is extremely fast and violent.

It makes it difficult for the target below to escape even if the heavy soil ring is removed.

But it was such a good situation that made Meng Ba feel a little uneasy.

Even when the blades were facing each other, some wild thoughts arose in my heart.

His style is called Chonghun Luoyue, although it is a bit rough, it is very practical.

Originally, he researched it and used it as a hole card to deal with his old opponents from other sects who competed with him.

At this time, just in case, it was used on this female cultivator of the first level of foundation establishment.

As the brown moon approached, Meng Ba felt a little nervous.

Yes, nervous.

He once used this style to cleanly kill a second-tier Liaohao wild boar.

The brown moon struck down from the back, almost separating the head of the Lie Liaohao wild boar from the back.

And this time was the first time he used this move in a battle with a monk.

Seeing that female cultivator was tightly locked and unable to move, he actually felt a little worried.

But Chonghun Luoyue was so powerful that it was really difficult to control. He exhausted all his strength before he aimed the blade at the female cultivator's shoulder below.

I prayed in my heart not to cut people in half.

That would be too cruel for this fledgling female monk.

Fortunately, there have always been monks who are good at the technique of Qihuang to take care of them. As long as they don't chop the opponent's heart, they will directly cut off the opponent's head.

Healing in that sect is very quick after all.

These vital attacks are prohibited in the competition, as well as the highly poisonous and insidious attacks that hinder healing.

It is to ensure the survival of the disciples in the competition.

Even if the monk's life is going to die, it should be spent on the battlefield of the monster race, not in the struggle of the human race.

However, there are always accidents in the competition.

But as Chong Hun Luoyue approached the female cultivator's shoulder, Meng Ba gradually felt a little uneasy.

The female cultivator seemed to be overwhelmed by the power of this style, and stood motionless on the spot, not even casting a defensive spell.

Meng Ba breathed a sigh of relief, and then also felt a trace of contempt.

This battle has already been won, no matter how talented she is, she is just a young female cultivator.

His heart is very fragile, and this kind of offensive has broken his mind, making it difficult to move, and he has no desire to resist.

If he beheaded the female cultivator like this, the sect would not blame him, it was just because the female cultivator was too weak.

Oh, thanks to him being so fearful before, it's nothing more than that.

As the brown moon fell, a ray of extremely fresh fragrance also entered Mengba's breath.

The fragrance is fresh and elegant, like some kind of orchid in an empty valley, but it lingers like a green bamboo in a mountain, like a cup of green tea, warm and pleasant.

It was also as thorough as a lotus after the rain, and it was easily poured into the top of the skull.

The brown moon blade was so easy to get close to the emaciated jade shoulders of the female cultivator in Tsing Yi.

Clang————

A sound of metal and iron interlacing sounded at this moment, and Meng Ba's expression changed suddenly.

The nine-ring fine silver knife wrapped in heavy aura touched the delicate bone, but it didn't cut into the flesh and blood as easily as he expected.

On the contrary, as soon as the blade entered that shoulder, it felt a great sense of obstruction.

Meng Ba's pupils trembled suddenly, and as the blade fell, layers of slender vines with metallic luster appeared in his eyes.

Ah this!

The lingering fragrance that lingers around the body is even more intense and fragrant as the vines break apart.

The female cultivator in front of him finally reacted, turned her head to look at him, stared at him with a pair of light-colored pupils and smiled gently.

Then a dress shattered like a flower in a mirror and a moon in water, turning into fine sky-blue petals all over the sky.

The heavy blow Luoyue finally landed on the ground, but what was cut off was not the flesh and blood body, but a fake body made of countless vines.

The dark green sap soaked the thick soil armor on Meng Ba's body when he chopped off the large clump of steel and iron bone vines.

It made his originally dark brown soil armor look extremely mottled.

The blow with all his strength landed in the empty space like this, Meng Ba frowned and turned to look at the path he came from.

Sure enough, it was between the big clump of steel and iron bone vines that originally blocked him.

A female cultivator with a petite figure and a charming appearance smiled gently at him among the bushes.

In the palm of this nun, there is still a large handful of sky-blue flower petals.

After this experience, Mengba realized that there was something unusual about the special aroma still remaining in the air.

There is also that thin layer of water aura that has not dissipated.

The aroma was so special that it made him fall into emotion for a while.

Chasing the figure that turned into that vine, my mind was in a mess.

It was probably some kind of poisonous flower with phantom breath, although the use of highly poisonous things is forbidden in the competition.

However, this kind of auxiliary poison, which itself has no specific harm to the human body, is not prohibited.

It turned out that the female cultivator had hidden her body among the vines long ago when she was preventing him from offering a large handful of spiritual seeds.

And just now, what he was chasing ahead.

It was just another clump of vines controlled by the female cultivator after she hid her figure.

And the female cultivator was still on the vine, and arranged the flower-mirror technique, and a layer of phantom was placed between the vines as they moved, as if they were real people.

He was also eager to deal with his opponents in order not to fall into a war of attrition.

Without checking for a while, the attack that consumed a lot of spiritual power was poured into the clump of vines.

Looking at the girl in front of him, Meng Ba couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The battle just now had not reached a quarter of an hour, and he successively used Thick Earth Heavy Ring, Thick Earth Armor, and Heavy Hun Luoyue.

And that blow consumed [-]% of his spiritual power.

And that female cultivator, up to this moment, was only controlling the vines, using her shallow spiritual power to control the vines to walk around.

Even when attacking him, the vine's own tenacity was often entangled with him.

Originally, he didn't want to start a war of attrition with this female cultivator, and wanted a quick victory, so he launched such a violent attack from the very beginning.

But at this moment, Meng Ba looked at the unscathed female cultivator not far away, and couldn't help but smiled wryly.

In the end, he still fell into the trap, and started a war of attrition with him.

This female cultivator is young, but her temperament is really extremely cunning.

In the audience, Qin Qingshui, who was exclaiming because his friend was in crisis, opened his pink lips.

He was taken aback by the sudden turn of events.

In this scene, the brown bear who was staring at it was being teased by the white rabbit at this moment.

It took a lot of effort, but it failed to damage the white rabbit.

But Qin Jie saw more things in the audience.

Over the years, after staying in Ling Xiaozong for a long time and getting to know more people.

He just knows that he has some extraordinary talents in spell practice, no matter what spells, he can start very quickly.

Ordinary people are still troubled by the introduction of spells.

And he knows it with one touch, and he can easily master the same spell to the point of proficiency.

The same fireball technique, he and others practiced together.

What others used was a fist-sized fireball, but what he threw was a head-sized flame.

Such a difference has always made Qin Jie quite complacent.

But looking at Qin Rongqian on the stage, he realized that the power of spells alone is not the key to winning or losing a battle.

For the male cultivator on the stage, that blow from the sky created huge cracks in the ice surface on the stage.

The crack spread out and was more than ten meters long.

But so what?

Such a strong attack did not hurt the opponent, but instead wasted a lot of his own spiritual power, making him about to fall into a hard fight.

And since these more than ten battles, Qin Rongqian's use of magic skills has amazed him even more.

Just like the flower mirror technique, it was just a low-level spell to disguise oneself.

Because of the special aura fluctuations, it is very easy to detect between movements.

It shatters immediately after receiving a little attack, so it also looks extremely tasteless.

But Qin Rongqian on the stage used this spell on the spirit vine he was manipulating.

With the help of poisonous flowers, let the opponent unconsciously inhale the air of phantom miasma.

This caused the special fluctuation originally revealed by the Flower Mirror Technique to go unnoticed for a while.

So Na Mengba fell into the trap carefully designed by her.

However, the monstrous power fell on the fake body like this, dragging the other party from the active to the passive.

Such a whimsical idea was never thought of by Qin Jie.

Most of his understanding of battle is that whoever has the most powerful spells and stronger spells will win.

If the two sides are evenly matched and their strengths are equal, then rely on the control and mastery of spells to decide the outcome.

These thoughts were shattered in that cunning mind like a spirit fox in the mountains.

This was a battle situation that he had never thought of, but it made him gain a lot.

And Meng Ba felt less than half of the spiritual power in his dantian,

Looking at the female cultivator who always had a gentle expression on her face, her complexion sank.

Although his cultivation base is far higher than that of this female cultivator, if he falls into a war of attrition.

Compared with the endless spiritual power of the other party's wood-type spiritual power, the little spiritual power he has left is bound to lose.

There was nothing wrong with his previous thoughts, just such thoughts.But it was used by the nun in front of her.

And what he has to do at this time is not to fall into the opponent's pace, but to continue to implement the previous idea.

Thinking of this, Meng Ba brandished the nine-ring fine silver saber, and chased after that female cultivator again.

And at this moment, he has held his breath, no longer letting that special fragrance enter his mouth and nose, confusing his thoughts.

Qin Rongqian, who was among the vines, saw the other party's face suddenly turning purple, and knew that the method he used had been noticed by the other party.

Then with a wave of the handful of sky blue petals in his hand, they fell to the ground one after another.

And the thorns and vines danced around her again.

In the previous battle, Mengba still gained something, and he noticed the weakness of the vines all over the sky.

That is if he jumped up from the ground and fell from the air.

Approaching that female cultivator in this form will not be blocked by vines spreading on the ground.

Even if it smashed into the vines, the vines would not be able to get close because of the heavy force for a while.

So Meng Ba jumped up from the ground like a jerboa, and then fell down like a wild bear, gradually approaching the female cultivator.

The wind ring on his leg was activated to the extreme at this moment, and a gust of wind surrounded his feet.

Seeing the approach of the person in front of him, Qin Rongqian stretched out his jade hand towards the figure leaping in mid-air.

The fingertips wiped lightly in mid-air, as if wiping away some dust.

Seeing the nun's gesture, Meng Ba's face changed again. This gesture is a means for the monks of the wood system to unseal the spirit seeds.

Could it be that this female cultivator has some kind of spiritual seed hidden in the vines, which is about to explode and give him a fatal blow.

Meng Ba thought like this, but he still held his big knife and fell from the sky.

Then the vines on the ground touched his feet, but he was shocked and stepped on the steel and iron bone vines.

He jumped towards the figure in front of him.

Close, close again.

As the blue butterfly-like figure in front of him became clearer, Meng Ba couldn't help but feel overjoyed.

Even if the female cultivator pushed some vines again at this moment, he would definitely get close to this female cultivator.

And as long as he gets close, with his body that is both physical and physical, he can severely injure this female cultivator with just one knife.

But Qin Rongqian looked at the body in front of him, like a bear plunging in, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Suddenly, Meng Ba suddenly felt the thick soil armor on his body make a slight sound.

Before he looked down, a large handful of fine grass branches and young leaves took root and sprouted on the mottled green marks.

In an instant, the spiritual energy in the thick soil armor was taken away.

Meng Ba's whole body turned into a bright green.

Immediately, the thick soil armor shattered, and the dense green leaves and roots wrapped around his body.

In an instant, the savage bear turned into a ball of fluffy green grass and fell to the ground.

And the steel-reinforced iron-bone vines that were originally chasing the savage bear got entangled in the ball of grass in an instant.
Meng Ba subconsciously wanted to struggle.

But after the thick earth armor was formed, it turned into a thick earth armor all over the body to protect itself.

In the end, the roots of this grass took advantage of it and broke it apart.

Turning it into a cage and imprisoning Meng Ba in it, no matter how he struggled, it was useless.

And that touch of green skirt, standing on the ice, like a girl swimming in the green and water in spring, approaching this clump of tender green.

Then with a tap of the toes, the steel and iron bone vine turned into a ball of grass and rolled down the competition stage.

Meng Ba was depressed and trapped in it, unable to move.

Before leaving, a soft voice sounded on the ice: "This brother, I have accepted."

All of a sudden, tears welled up in the eyes of this resolute man, who were like copper bells.

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