Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 158 Conquer the following and gain the upper hand!
Just as Duanchou often taught Lin Xiaoyuan, the lion and the rabbit use all their strength to despise inferior people strategically, but tactically, they must pay attention to the enemy.

From ancient times to the present, due to carelessness, there are countless cases of overturning in the gutter. Yan Zhixing didn't care about these face-saving things, and he did his best when he shot, which fully proved that he has rich experience in actual combat and attaches great importance to his opponents.

Even if the other party is just a 15-year-old girl in the Soul Cultivation Realm.

It's just that people are emotional animals, and they instinctively sympathize with the weak and hostile to the strong, especially when the strong bully the weak.

Cultivators are no exception. In their eyes, Lin Xiaoyuan was labeled as a "weak", while Yan Zhixing was the target of everyone's complaints, an out-and-out bastard and scum.

On the fighting stage.

The sound blade poured down like a waterfall silently, and immediately shattered the thunder and light blasts around Yan Zhixing, forcing his figure to be separated from the God-killing thorn, and the fierce attack was blocked by him.

Yan Zhixing's face was solemn, and he cast a spell in his hand. In an instant, more than a dozen blue thunderballs appeared beside him, making a deafening thunderous sound, and blasting away the continuous sound blades.

Then, Zhushen stabbed, and seven or eight blue thunderballs broke through the layers of fog, facing the sky full of sound blades, and shot through the air, blasting towards Lin Xiaoyuan's position.

Lei Baichuan nodded in satisfaction. Yan Zhixing was thoughtful, he could be ruthless and decisive, he could also fight steadily, and he was able to change his mentality and attack on the spot according to the opponent's strength characteristics. This kind of disposition already made him extremely satisfied.

But at this time, Yan Zhixing's steady performance of not seeking merit but seeking no faults can precisely restrain Lin Xiaoyuan's erratic and weird style of play, plus Lei Fa's natural ability to restrain ghosts and other Taoist methods.

Therefore, although the sound of the piano was endless, the sound blades poured out like rain, and the offensive was fierce and unpredictable, but Yan Zhixing turned from offense to defense, and he was neither arrogant nor impetuous. He stood still like a rock, and his defense was impenetrable.

Lei Baichuan believed that it wouldn't take long for Yan Zhixing to find an opportunity and win with one move.

Most of the cultivators present are deeply cultivated, and they are very clear about the situation on the field, knowing that this is evenly matched.

On the contrary, quite a few accompanying disciples from other sects, especially some low-level disciples in the Qi Seizing Realm and Soul Cultivating Realm, at this moment, they all looked at Yan Zhixing with a happy face, thinking that he had no power to fight back and would be defeated undoubtedly.

"Xuantianzong's disciples are so powerful. With their cultivation at the late stage of Soul Cultivation Realm, they are able to defeat them from the bottom to the top. The Yan Zhixing who hit him has no power to fight back."

"Well, that Yan Zhixing is a soft-legged shrimp, and I can clean him up."

"Puff Jiangtao, you are so shameless! The master of Xuantianzong said that one of his disciples would fight ten, and it would be fine to fight at higher levels. Where do you have the confidence?"

"Chila."

With a blank expression on his face, Jiang Tao tore off a piece of cloth from his cuff, handed it to his companion, and said flatly, "Let's end the relationship."

"Then the ten spirit stones you owed me last month?"

"not return!"

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The headmaster of the Cracking Mountain Sect showed a wry smile, and the disciples of the Soul Cultivation Realm behind him were discussing a lot, all the way up the stairs, and had already risen to the level of breaking up friendship.

In the end, he couldn't listen anymore, and said angrily and amusedly: "Now the stage is evenly matched, the reason for this scene is that the two have different fighting styles."

"However, Lin Xiaoyuan's ability to forcibly overwhelm the cultivators of the Spiritual Realm with her cultivation in the Soul Cultivation Realm, and not show any weakness in a short period of time, is indeed amazing." After a pause, the Headmaster of the Cracking Mountain Sect added.

A few disciples behind him suddenly realized.

"Then we don't have to break up?"

"no!"

"why?"

"Because I don't want to return your spirit stone!"

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Lin Xiaoyuan's face was neither sad nor happy, and she easily avoided several thunderballs that hit her face. The light in her eyes was faint, her jade fingers kept moving, and the sound of the piano was faint, as if it suddenly sounded from the void, making it impossible to distinguish the direction.

The faint black mist is getting thicker, rolling like a tide, and there seems to be the sound of a woman crying faintly, faintly, endlessly.

The scene in front of him changed, and Yan Zhixing forgot everything in a trance, as if appearing in the spring boudoir fragrance room.

Not far away, there is a lady in pink with shy eyebrows, thin gown, scantily clad, curvaceous, swaying, walking straight towards Yan Zhihang.

His complexion was cold, Yan Zhixing's heart was silent, and when he waved his hand, thunder flashed, and the beauty in front of him instantly turned into charcoal and disappeared.

The void changed for a while, surrounded by black mist, and there was a beautiful figure playing the piano not far behind, looming in the mist, Yan Zhixing turned around suddenly, and the wailing of a woman before death could still be heard in the air.

After fighting for a while, Yan Zhixing still couldn't get close to Lin Xiaoyuan, and the surrounding temperature became lower and lower, and the frost condensation had begun to affect his movement speed.

Unable to attack for a long time, and turning to defend without seeing the opponent showing the slightest weakness, Yan Zhixing gradually couldn't suppress the emotions in his heart, Zhushen stabbed with thunder and light gathering, and his shots became more and more fierce, regardless of his own safety.

It can be seen that most of the monks below have weird faces, shaking their heads and frowning.

Gein and what they saw at this time was that Yan Zhixing had been injured in many places, cut by the sound blade, bleeding profusely, but he became more and more fierce, completely disregarding his own safety.

That's all, the key point is that Yan Zhixing seems to have lost his mind, although the offensive is fierce and decisive, but most of them are in the opposite direction, hitting the empty space, as if he is competing with an unnecessary enemy.

Ignoring Lin Xiaoyuan on the fighting platform and allowing him to do what he did, making his continuous offensive not stop for a moment, this move has made countless people puzzled and confused.

The dragon and tiger monks in the hall and all the real people present knew this well. Yan Zhixing had clearly fallen into an illusion, blinded his eyes and mind, and was unable to extricate himself.

It's only a matter of time before it loses.

For low-level monks like Yan Zhixing and Lin Xiaoyuan, it is unlikely that they have too many spiritual weapons and treasures on their bodies, let alone supernatural powers and magic weapons. I can handle it.

Well, except for Lin Xiaoyuan.

After being generously donated by a group of real people, she is now extremely wealthy, with so many treasures and spiritual weapons that even the dragon and tiger monks are coveted, obviously not among them.

It's just that these things haven't been refined by her, so they can't be used. Otherwise, Lin Xiaoyuan can directly beat Yan Zhixing to the ground with just those spiritual treasures.

At this moment, the situation on the field changed.

Suddenly, Yan Zhixing let out a ferocious long howl, and the blue thunder light became bigger and brighter, as if he was going to concentrate all his strength on the God-killing thorn, and deliver the final blow.

All the thunder patterns inscribed on the Zhushen thorn lit up, and his body was covered with blue and black thunder lights, thunder balls, and thunder pills for several feet.

Yan Zhixing showed a stern face, holding the god-killing thorn in his hand, carrying the sound of wind and thunder blasting, resisting the thunder and lightning, killing and attacking in an instant, as pointed by the soldiers, he was heading in the direction of Lin Xiaoyuan.

(End of this chapter)