Asking about longevity

Chapter 1014 On Me

There are many forms of sword competition system in Xuanzi Bureau.

But I don’t know if it’s because of Mo Hua’s luck or not, so far, the competition system he participated in is in addition to the beheading competition and the melee competition.

He has never played other game systems, such as offense and defense, demon hunting, **** escorts, etc.

This game of sword competition with Xiaoyao Sect is just a basic melee game.

Only by "killing" all the opponent's disciples can you win.

Of course, at this point, no one of the monks watching the game cares about the "competition system". They only care about one thing:

Who is it that can kill the ink painting?

Who exactly can make this despicable and shameless ink painting die last time in the sword contest?

Who is it that can use the "blood" of ink painting to wash away the shame of learning from a group of geniuses!

Just kill the ink painting once.

They don't care about winning or losing.

In other words, as long as you can kill ink paintings, it is the "winner" in everyone's hearts.

This simple and strong desire permeated the hearts of the monks in Ludao Mountain.

The atmosphere of watching the battle was like a stove, burning people's blood.

The one who was most highly anticipated for this swordsmanship was Feng Zichen, who was handsome and handsome, dressed in white, and had a sword energy like the wind.

Not only the elders of the Feng family expect so much.

Most monks watching the battle are so looking forward to it.

Looking forward to Feng Zichen and killing the ink painting with one sword.

And soon, the sword contest began.

After a simple investigation and marching, the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect and Taixu Sect met each other and instantly caught fire like wind and thunder, and the sword light shook the sky and strangled together.

There are no fancy tactics, only pure fighting.

And ink painting naturally bears the greatest firepower.

Even now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there are two people in Taixu Sect who cannot let go.

One is Linghu Xiao.

If Linghu laughs, he will be killed by Chongxu Jiejian’s true energy and will definitely lose.

The other is ink painting.

If you let ink paintings go, you will be disgusted to death and you will not be able to win.

The original importance of ink painting is under Linghu's smile.

But he had too many grudges, and that handsome little face was ridiculed.

Therefore, there are so many people who want to kill him than those who want to kill Linghu Xiao.

What's more, this sword contest has accumulated the experience of several previous sword contests in sects and condensed the wisdom of the elders of Taoism in various sects. Xiaoyao Sect has the means and determination to "kill" ink painting, and its offensive is like a long rainbow. .

His body movements are like the wind, his sword energy is like a shadow, and he comes and goes freely. His fierce attacks have pushed the Taixu Sect to the left and right.

Mo Hua had to flee in a panic.

The audience was filled with excitement.

Elder Feng was also very comforted.

"The Xiaoyao Sect's inheritance is the Xiaoyao Fengying Technique, the body technique is the Fengzhang Step, and the Xiaoyao Sword Control Skill. Therefore, the disciples of the sect should practice the 'fast sword' more...

"Not only is the body skill good, but the sword is also fast. When it comes back and forth, the sword energy follows the wind, and the murderous intent is at the forefront, breaking people's throat and killing people's lives."

"The wind-based body technique and sword technique are integrated. The faster the body technique, the stronger the sword technique."

"Xiaoyao Sect is such a unique skill that it has surpassed several of the twelve sects in the past and entered one of the eight major sects."

Elder Feng told the elder of the Zhang family, and then said happily:

"And the genius of my Feng family, Feng Zichen, is the leader of Xiaoyao Sect. His martial arts and swordsmanship are obtained from Xiaoyao Sect, but his body skills are also integrated with me on the basis of Xiaoyao Sect's Feng Step Step The Feng family is unique, and the Bagua travels with Fengjie."

"The Xiaoyao Fengzhai Step, plus the Bagua Fengzhai Step, two unique body techniques are integrated into one."

"If you talk about swordsmanship, Zichen may not be the strongest. But if you talk about body skills, almost no one can compare with the entire swordsmanship conference."

"The sword technique of Xiaoyao Sect relies heavily on body technique. The stronger the body technique, the stronger the sword technique. Therefore, Zichen's Fengzhi Sword Technique is invincible when used..."

Elder Feng looked proud.

Elder Zhang looked at the screen and saw that the five disciples of Xiaoyao Sect were all quick in their body movements, and their sword moves were continuous, like the strong wind.

The leader is the faster body movement.

In the white clothes fluttering, people and swords are united, coming and going like the wind, free and sharp.

Especially his body movements, his speed and flexibility of walking on the wind step, and his agility of walking on the wind step, are extremely exquisite.

"good!"

Elder Zhang nodded and praised, but he couldn't help but envy him.

Their Zhang family is also good at body skills.

The family-born steps of falling flowers and passing water are also extremely exquisite. But compared with the Xiaoyao Fengzhai Step and Bagua Fengzhai Step in front of you, it is a bit inferior.

What's more, among the Zhang family, no disciple can practice these two types of body techniques to the point of perfection.

Not to mention, they can compete with the Feng family leader in the sword contest.

Comparing people with others is so annoying.

Elder Zhang didn't say anything, his expression was not revealed, but he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

On the field, Feng Zichen led the Xiaoyao Sect's children and began to show his power.

The sword energy swept across, like a strong wind raged.

In just a few dozen rounds, the formation of Taixu Sect was cut by the fast sword of Xiaoyao Sect.

As soon as the formation is chaotic, the ink painting will lose its protection.

Everyone in Xiaoyao Sect immediately rushed towards Mo Hua with sword energy like the wind.

Mo Hua really couldn't stand it, so she could only urge her to hide and disappear in front of everyone.

Feng Zichen had expected it, so he immediately took out a five-element breaking contact lens, looked at it with his head, and illuminated the ink painting into his hidden figure, clearly and clearly.

The outfield was in an uproar, and everyone stroked their hands and praised:

"Broken!"

"Wonderful! Great!"

"This kid's hidden technique was finally broken! I see where will he hide this time?"

The crowd was filled with joy and the voices were booming, but Elder Zhang didn't understand very much.

Elder Feng explained:

"Brother Zhang doesn't know anything. This ink painting is proficient in concealment. Moreover, his concealment technique is inherited from unknown places. It cannot be seen with the naked eye and cannot be seen by the spiritual consciousness. Even if he uses ordinary hidden spirit weapons, he cannot break it. , it's really difficult..."

"But this is a magical magical world in Ganxuezhou, with a long Taoist tradition and countless inheritances. How can there be a magic that cannot be broken?"

"So, after the elders of various sects of Taoist Dharma, day and night, they still gained the foundation of this hidden technique and found the restrained spiritual mirror."

"Now, once this Five Elements Spirit Mirror is reflected, it is difficult for this child to hide."

Elder Feng's tone was quite "heart-wrenching".

Elder Zhang looked silent, and he couldn't help but think:

A bunch of elders from large sects gathered together and stayed up late for a meeting, breaking the hidden art of a disciple...

Is there really something that worthy of pride?

But this sentence is a bit rude, and Elder Zhang has no nerve to say it.

Moreover, seeing Elder Feng's face full of pride, the monks around him also looked happy. In this atmosphere, Elder Zhang could not speak even more.

"This child's body is average, and he relies entirely on hiding his life."

"If he breaks his hiddenness, he will die without a place to bury!"

Elder Feng asserted in a deep voice.

Not only Elder Feng thought so, this was almost the consensus of most of the monks watching the battle around him.

They were watching the sword contests every scene before, so they naturally knew what level of Mo Hua's body skills were.

Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan looked shocked.

He had no idea what Elder Feng and others were talking about.

The body movement is average, and it depends entirely on concealment to save your life?

Who are you talking about?

How did this outrageous judgment come about?

Is it so naive to be a monk in the academic prefecture...

And in the swordsmanship.

Feng Zichen held a spiritual mirror and reflected the hidden "Xiao Xiao" ink painting. He immediately slashed away with a sword like the wind.

The ink painting hidden technique was discovered, with a panic on his face, and a hurried flash. At the critical moment, he avoided this sword energy and was in a very embarrassed state.

This sword was barely avoided.

But without the hidden technique, the ink painting was exposed under the sword edge, just like a mouse under the mouth of a cat. If you can hide one sword, there will be a second sword.

Feng Zichen cultivated the fast sword, and the second sword was also very fast.

But Mo Hua didn't know if he was lucky, so he rushed forward and rolled on the spot, just dodging the sword again.

Linghu laughed at the other two, and saw that Mo Hua was in a critical situation, he wanted to come and help.

But the Xiaoyao Sect's people were also fast in body skills and swords. They joined forces with each other, and the sword energy woven into a wind curtain, trapping Linghu Xiao and others in the middle.

The sword is fast, and the power is stronger.

But the sword is fast and it will inevitably be difficult to last.

It is impossible for the Xiaoyao Sect to trap Linghu Xiao for too long, but it is enough to limit them in a short period of time and suppress them with a fierce offensive.

This little time is enough for Feng Zichen to kill Mo Hua.

Feng Zichen took this opportunity to slash out the third sword and the fourth sword.

Neither of these two swords could kill Mo Hua.

But it won a lot of applause.

The audience outside the venue, looking at the ink paintings that were cut into a mess by Feng Zichen, applauded:

"Okay! Play with him!"

"Let him taste it too, and be played with by others."

"Kill slowly, don't kill too fast, otherwise it will be too cheap."

"Yes, play slowly, slashing with each sword, let him wander between life and death, let him hike like a mouse, causing him to suffer humiliation and be teased to death!"

"Just like he used the Five Elements Spell to play with others..."

"This is called using the way of others to treat others' bodies..."

…

Feng Zichen in the field couldn't hear them, but he was indeed doing things according to the audience's wishes, slashing at Mo Hua one after another. Mo Hua hid and occasionally rolled around on the ground.

Everyone laughed happily and the atmosphere was very cheerful.

But as time went by, they gradually couldn't laugh.

Because Feng Zichen is still cutting, the ink painting is still hiding.

"Okay... it's almost done... it can kill him with one sword..."

"Stop playing..."

"Is this Feng Zichen addicted to playing? Just kill it with one sword. Stop playing, don't play anymore, don't play or take off..."

But Feng Zichen is really not playing.

From the beginning, he was seriously chopping, but after slashing for a long time, he failed to hit a single sword.

Now, he realized that something was wrong.

Not only Feng Zichen, but also many elders outside the field, as well as sharp-eyed monks, also realized something was wrong and their faces were a little silent.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Elder Zhang said slowly, "This one is called Mo Hua, and your body movements seem to be... not that bad either?"

Elder Feng was silent.

But the facts were right in front of him, and he had to admit, "There is something..."

But it's just a little bit.

No matter how good this kid's body skills are, can he be better than Feng Zichen, who is in the free and easy Feng Stepping and the Bagua Feng Stepping?

In the swordsmanship, Feng Zichen's eyes became colder and colder.

He is not like ink painting, he is a dignified "good boy".

When discussing swords, it is important to confront head-on, and compare whose sword is faster, more accurate and stronger, and does not use conspiracies.

Therefore, when he first cut the ink painting, he went to kill with a sword.

In his original idea, this sword was enough to kill Mo Hua.

But it was obvious that he miscalculated and Mo Hua avoided it.

After that, he drew his sword a little faster, aiming at Mo Hua's heart and lungs, but Mo Hua still avoided it.

Then his sword passed by with one sword.

But no matter how fast it is, ink painting can avoid it.

Feng Zichen understood that this person called Mo Hua was playing tricks on himself.

His body movements are not that weak at all.

Not only is it not weak, but it is quite exquisite.

"It's indeed insidious!"

Feng Zichen said coldly, then stopped holding back and activated the Feng Step with all his strength. His body movement was faster and his sword energy was faster.

Seeing that the young man in white had faster sword moves, Mo Hua was a little helpless, and had to show some of his strength and deal with him seriously.

Therefore, on Fang Tian’s painting, Feng Zichen’s body movements are like wind, and his ink painting is like flowing water.

The wind follows the sword, and the water flows with the momentum. When one chases and escapes, it is like a breeze blowing on the water surface, or like a water flowing away from the wind, competing with each other and sharing the beauty of the autumn.

The monk watching the battle changed a little.

"He's doing...it seems to be a bit unusual?"

"It's more than extraordinary to be able to match the wind steps of Xiaoyao Sect...

There was a lot of discussion around.

Elder Feng's face was a little unnatural.

Elder Zhang looked at Mo Hua's body skills carefully, thought carefully, and pondered in a low voice:

"This water-based body technique is well learned... I am extremely proficient in the flash and movement, and my spiritual power flows without any obstacles..."

"It shouldn't be an ordinary flowing step..."

He was purely watching the battle and admiring the body movements of ink paintings, so he didn't think so much about it for a while.

On the contrary, Zhang Lan seemed to have nails under her butt, and she was already feeling a little relieved.

Only he knows that it is indeed not a flowing step...

Elder Zhang pondered for a moment, shook his head and said:

"But it's a pity that his body is not as ordinary as the wind step..."

"What's more, the Feng family's genius is not only a unique skill in body skills, but also a master of Feng Step. If this continues, this kid will definitely lose."

Elder Feng's expression cleared slightly when he heard this.

In his heart, this should have been a victory that was a quick knife to cut the mess, killing it with one sword, and a refreshing victory.

But now, there are more twists and turns out to be done out of thin air.

But this is good. If you kill a sword, it will not show the power of his Feng family.

Let this ink painting struggle for a few more rounds, so his Feng family genius showed his true strength in front of thousands of monks who have studied.

Not only Elder Feng, but most of the disciples of the Feng family, including most of the monks watching the battle, also thought so.

This kid Mo Hua is proficient in fireball techniques, so he can.

Proficient in water imprisonment techniques, it’s OK.

It is not unacceptable to being proficient in a large number of low-level five elements spells.

Even if you are proficient in unique hidden arts, ordinary monks cannot see through the traces. Although it is difficult to accept, it is also a fact.

But on this basis, if you are more proficient in body skills, you will be a little shameless...

What's more, his opponent is a member of the Xiaoyao Sect, a student of the Feng family, who has the unique skills of the dual-centered sect. His body skills are so fast that he is also one of the best in the entire Ganxue Sect.

No matter how exquisite your body skills are, you should always have a limit. Can you be stronger than the Feng family genius?

As long as the Feng family genius takes all his strength, Mo Hua will undoubtedly fail.

Therefore, everyone's hearts were slowly put back into their stomachs.

But often things don't go as they wish.

The subsequent development of the situation gradually transcended their perception.

Feng Zichen is still chopping, and Mo Hua is still running.

Soon, the strong wind around Feng Zichen surging a little more violently. The wind formed the Xun Gua and wandered away from his body, causing his body movements to change even more quickly.

The cultivator with vision could see at this time that Feng Zichen really did not hold back this time, and used the Feng family's Bagua Youfeng Step together.

This is also the unique skill of body skills that only he can integrate so far.

For a moment, Feng Zichen's body movements went to a higher level. Not only is it strange in speed, but it is also extremely flexible.

There are so many charms and all kinds of subtleties that are breathtaking.

Even Elder Zhang showed surprise.

The Zhang family is proficient in body skills. Because of this, he can see the tricks. The more he knows how high the understanding and qualifications it requires to practice these two body skills and integrate them into each other.

This son of the Feng family is really amazing.

Their Zhang family is considered to be a great family, but no disciple can cultivate his body skills to such an extent.

Elder Zhang was envious and a little sour.

Feng Zichen stepped on the wind under his feet, and his body was like a swimming wind. Once his body movements changed, his sword moves began to transform, becoming more and more swift and fierce, almost invisible to the naked eye.

Then, this sword that condensed the wind stabbed towards Mo Hua again.

But there is no difference when this sword goes on.

The water light flashed around Mo Hua and he avoided it again.

Feng Zichen's eyes were shocked and he was a little stunned.

Why?

He clearly used all his strength, his sword moves faster and his sword energy stronger.

But this was a perfect sword that blended his lifelong unique skills and stabbed the ink painting, but the result was no different.

Mo Hua's figure was naturally like flowing water, and his movements were exactly the same as before, so he just hid in this way.

Everyone outside the field also looked at each other.

"What's going on?"

"This sword is so fast that I can't see clearly. Didn't it hit me?"

"what happened?"

"I can't kill Mo Hua?"

…

The Feng family sat on the seat.

Elder Feng's pupils shrank, and his face changed slightly.

Elder Zhang also slowly sat upright with a solemn look.

Both of them stared at Fang Tian Huaying, feeling a little incredible.

What is even more incredible is Feng Zichen.

"It's impossible to stab..."

"impossible…"

His expression was cold and his eyes were extremely sharp for a moment, but a trace of fear surged in his heart that he had never noticed.

"I'm going to kill him!"

Feng Zichen's eyes were slightly red. Now he really stopped holding back and even began to try his best to urge Xiaoyao's sword control technique to the fullest.

The sword light poured into the ground like mercury.

The sword energy whistled like a strong wind.

In the forest, all the trees and rocks were shattered by the white sword light.

These swords are so fast that ordinary foundation-building disciples cannot see clearly with their naked eyes.

But no matter how fast, dense, and sharp his sword is, when he cuts to the ink painting, it feels like he is slashing on the deep lake.

The sword passes through the water and there are patterns, and the sword passes through the water without trace.

Feng Zichen's sword is fast.

But Mo Hua's body technique was faster, more weird and elusive than his sword, and it seemed to have a "prediction" ability. Before the sword's edge moved, the water flow had passed, and there was still a hint of hazy water mist, looking more and more Not clear, intangible.

Feng Zichen's heart was cold.

A terrible fact that he couldn't accept came to his mind:

"This ink painting...is actually above me?!"

(End of this chapter)