Sword inverse Nine Heavens

Chapter 87
On the second day, the Motianzong Zongmen Grand Competition was coming to an end. Li Shuomu was the first to play, and Li Shuomu's opponent was Zhang Jun.

"Senior brother Zhang Jun, please enlighten me!"

Li Shuomu looked at Zhang Jun. Li Shuomu had been watching the contest between Zhang Jun and Lu Fan yesterday. He knew that Zhang Jun was stronger than himself. main idea.

"Junior Brother Li, let's start!"

Zhang Jun nodded to Li Shuomu, the wind-attribute demonic energy surged around his body, making Zhang Jun's swaying figure a little erratic.

"Thousand-foot waves!"

Li Shuomu knew that Zhang Jun's movement was weird, and with a sway of his body, he unleashed a wave of thousands of feet and rushed at Zhang Jun. The water attribute magic energy above the long sword changed into a ribbon and entangled Zhang Jun.

"Blazing Wind Swordsmanship, Blast Wind Turn!"

Zhang Jun's face darkened, feeling that his body was entangled by the water flow transformed by Li Shuomu's devilish energy, causing his body to move with resistance, as if he had fallen into the water. , and Li Shuomu's Qianchilang got into a fight.

"laugh!"

The ribbon of water flow formed by Li Shuomu's demonic energy was torn apart by Zhang Jun's gust of wind swordsmanship, and the long sword attacked Li Shuomu unabated.

"Brother Zhang Jun is good at swordsmanship!"

Even though he was an opponent, Li Shuomu couldn't help admiring when Zhang Jun broke through his thousand-foot waves. While stepping back, he swayed slightly, avoiding Zhang Jun's stabbing sword.

"Junior Brother Li is also very powerful!"

The corner of Zhang Jun's mouth smiled, and his chest heaved a little. The thousand-foot waves that just broke through Li Shuomu had exhausted Zhang Jun. After smiling at Li Shuomu, the long sword continued to attack.

"Junior Brother Li, catch me with a move!"

The aura on Zhang Jun's body suddenly increased, and the wind-attributed demonic energy on the long sword soared, making the long sword in Zhang Jun's hand nearly double in size. He yelled at Li Shuomu, and struck with the long sword.

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhang Jun, look at my thousand-foot waves!"

Li Shuomu's eyes lit up, the blood in his body flowed rapidly, and a fighting spirit rose from Li Shuomu's body. Li Shuomu's usually indifferent appearance is really hard to imagine. There is such a fighting spirit.

"Boom!"

After a bang.The figures of Li Shuomu and Zhang Jun receded from the center of the explosion at the same time. The power of Li Shuomu's thousand-foot waves was multiplied by several times, while Zhang Jun's gale swordsmanship was full of wind and clouds. , is also an attacking move, the two are the strongest against the strongest, and there is almost no difference between them.

"Haha, okay, come again!"

After Zhang Jun's receding body stopped, he laughed loudly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and rushed towards Li Shuomu again. Li Shuomu's body was full of fighting spirit, and the light in his eyes became more and more bright. Sword, facing Zhang Jun's attack, not to be outdone.

"It's a pity that Brother Wang didn't come. I don't know if Brother Wang will participate in the final duel tomorrow."

Lu Fan looked at the two people who were fighting together off the field, and complained about Wang Gang. After Wang Gang and Liu Changchun had a contest, although he failed, he had some sense of his Thick Earth Swordsmanship. Haven't been to the game for days.

"Brother Li's thousand-foot wave unleashed, faintly restraining Zhang Jun's movement, so that Zhang Jun had to confront Brother Li head-on. I don't know who will win!"

Lu Fan didn't know which of the two would win, but he still looked forward to seeing the battle between the two.

"Peng!"

The demonic energy in the two's dantians was rapidly consumed. After collisions again and again, the demonic energy on the two of them gradually dimmed, and the light of the demonic energy on the long sword also disappeared.

"Senior brother Zhang Jun, let us win!"

Although Li Shuomu's chest was heaving and his clothes were torn by Zhang Jun in the attack just now, revealing the bloody wound underneath, the fighting spirit in his eyes did not go out, but became even stronger.

"Okay, let's win!"

Zhang Jun took a deep breath and nodded to Li Shuomu.The two attacked each other again.

"Wind Slash!"

Zhang Jun didn't choose to collide with Li Shuomu's long sword. He exhausted the last trace of demonic energy in his dantian and unleashed Wind Slash. An arc of wind-bladed sword energy flew out from Zhang Jun's long sword.

"Thousand-foot waves, broken waves!"

Seeing Zhang Jun's attack, Li Shuomu frowned, and also squeezed out the magic pressure in his dantian, and used the breaking wave move in the thousand-foot wave. high speed.Time was running out, and Li Shuomu couldn't help accumulating demonic energy and using the superimposed move of Thousand Foot Waves.

"boom!"

Zhang Jun's Wind Slash collided with Li Shuomu's Broken Wave, and there was a bang. Li Shuomu didn't pay attention to the result.

"Broken Stone Palm!"

Goodbye Broken Stone Palm, Lu Fan had a smile on his face, unexpectedly Broken Stone Palm became the last straw.

"I lost!"

Zhang Jun got up from the ground, and the clothes on his chest were torn. Although he was in a state of distress, he looked at Li Shuomu, who was also not much better than himself, with a smile on his lips. No matter the victory or defeat, Zhang Jun fought very well this time. have fun.

"It's just a fluke, if Brother Zhang Jun is not restricted by my thousand-foot waves, Brother Zhang Jun will definitely win!"

Li Shuomu walked to Zhang Jun's side, helped Zhang Jun up from the ground, and stopped calling Zhang Jun senior brother, and became the eldest brother.

"Congratulations to Elder Murong, the first No.2 of ordinary disciples has fallen on Duan Renfeng!"

Seeing Zhang Jun's defeat, Lei Gang was not at all unhappy. Instead, he congratulated Murong Chang. When Murong Chang heard Lei Gang's words, the smile on his face became even stronger. Unexpectedly, two ordinary disciples under his sect had already arrived. The lower level of the samurai is not a little worse than that of Yuelai Peak.

"A fluke, a fluke!"

Although Murong Chang said modestly, the number of times he laughed in a day was almost as much as the number of times in January, and he looked at Shui Bingyue provocatively.

"Congratulations Brother Li, it's up to us for the next match!"

Lu Fan congratulated Li Shuomu, and handed the elixir to Li Shuomu.

"I've been told, this match was really a fluke. I will fight you in the next match. I am purely looking for abuse. I will admit defeat as soon as I play."

Li Shuomu took the pill from Lu Fan's hand, gave Lu Fan a blank look, and said angrily.

"Brother Li, you admit defeat..."

Lu Fan did not expect that Li Shuomu would choose to admit defeat. After all, ordinary disciples No. 1 and No. 2 were chosen between the two, and Li Shuomu actually gave No. 1 to himself?

"I don't know your strength yet? Why do you have to embarrass yourself in the arena!"

Li Shuomu waved his hand, and said with a smile to Lu Fan, Li Shuomu is the clearest about Lu Fan's strength, but Li Shuomu knows that Lu Fan is not only a Qi cultivator, but also a physical cultivator, the two fought, The loser must be yourself.Thinking about Liu Changchun being violently beaten by Lu Fan at the warrior level when he was a low-level warrior, Lu Fan, who is already a low-level warrior, must be several times stronger than the warrior-level.

"Forget it, let's watch the elite disciples' match first, I don't know who will play this time!"

Lu Fan said helplessly, he no longer talked about the match with Li Shuomu, but turned his attention to the duel field.

After the ordinary disciples' duel, the elite disciples followed, and then the core disciples. Li Shuomu and Zhang Jun had already decided the winner, and the elite disciples' competition was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)