Fairy: Me!Crazy Dao Heart Seed Demon

As the words fell, the silver dragon in his hand was violently swung one by one, the tip of the gun trembled strangely, and the flames followed the tip of the gun to swim out of the air in a snake shape.

Jin Ping'er knew that this was just a reduced version of the effect of mortal air.

If this is the East Tuyu area, the spirit root ability can be fully mobilized. The power of this move is definitely more than just pulling out the fire snake with the strength of the gun head and the flaming gun head.

Different from the simple and straightforward attack just now, the marksmanship of this move is weird.

Jin Ping'er watched the flame snake approach her at some point, less than a foot away.

She leaned back with a weak and boneless body, watching the point of the spear almost brush Jin Ping'er's bangs.

But like this, the spear move is not over yet, the head of the flaming spear flicked, and the original flame snake rushed towards the golden bottle whose body had just arched like a poisonous snake.

Jin Ping'er watched the Flaming Snake rushing towards her, turned her feet, and her bow-like body turned back and forth even more softly.

This killer move narrowly missed an inch from her waist.

At the same time, the long sword in Jin Ping'er's hand hit the ground suddenly, her body turned upside down, stretched and flew, her toes touched the spear that had just bent down, borrowing force twice in a row, her body took off And rise.

With a serious expression, she stroked the sword tactic in her hand over the stem of the red-sleeved sword in her hand, and the purple luster of the long sword was even stronger at this time.

You can even see ripples on the dark long sword, which seem to be like waves hitting the table.

At this time, Zhao Manying, who was below, looked up and could clearly see every move of Jin Ping'er.

As she came prepared, she naturally knew what kind of move Jin Ping'er made.

"Hmph, Linghai Swordsmanship·Linglang. If you want to win with this, you must underestimate me, Zhao Manying."

She snorted coldly.

Then, she held the palm of the spear, and the flame ignited in a flash. The flame spread along the spear, and the red flame at the original position of the spear head was violently rising and beating violently at this moment.

In the air, Jin Ping'er was hanging upside down, with the long sword in his hand pointing directly at Zhao Manying's spirit.

And below, Zhao Manying looked up at Jin Ping'er who was hanging upside down in the air, and shouted: "Jin Ping'er, this is the fifth shot, Coiling Dragon."

Then, she pulled out the spear in her hand and stabbed towards the sky.

When the gun was released, Chi Yan rushed out from where she was holding the gun, and the gun went up.

This red flame coiled around the gun body, went along the gun body, and extinguished the flames on the gun body, as if devouring it.This stream of red flames moved upwards, faster and faster, hotter and hotter, and the flames expanded until the tip of the gun, and the sound of the gun piercing through the air was like a dragon's chant.

The flames at the tip of the spear actually turned into the head of a blazing dragon at this moment, hitting hard on Jin Ping'er's purple rippled sword tip.

The dragon head faces Linglang.

A terrifying gust of wind erupted from the tip of the spear and sword.

Instantly swept to all the people around.

The hardest one was Qin Lie watching from the arena.

Leaning against the wall at this time, he couldn't even stabilize his body, and he couldn't open his eyes at all due to the strong wind.

Sitting in the position of the head of the Qin family, Qin Zhan kept squinting his eyes even though he was on the high platform, with mixed feelings in his heart.

At this time, if one of the two people in the field is randomly pulled out, even with his current strength, there is no chance of winning.

Qin Xian'er, who was behind him, had softer eyes in comparison, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and a satisfied look on his face.

At the VIP seat No. [-], Qin Yu seemed extremely excited, and subconsciously asked the teacher beside him who also paid attention to the competition: "Teacher, can Jin Ping'er win?"

"Difficult, if you have better sword skills, there are some chances. But, the spear skills of the little devil have a lot of background.

It's you, these two are so right, they have only just started, and they will be able to catch up with your last move of "Ring of Hate", 'Zhan Chen'.

In the next school year, the teacher will train you well.Qin Yu, you have to be mentally prepared. "

Qin Yu's left ear goes in and the right ear goes out, she doesn't have time to mind her own business now.

On Fan Feiya's side, she called Yang Yushan to her side early, and seeing the two people in front of her stiffen, her face was aching with anger.

"Yang Yushan, the quota for Yandu's large-scale auction this year is reduced by half, so let's move it to Imma City."

"Well, Miss Jin Ping'er has a relationship with that Acacia witch, and her talent is not inferior to that of Zhao Manying. Miss, this arrangement is clever."

Fan Feiya blushed, but her expression was slightly stiff, and she nodded.

...

In the arena, the two were deadlocked for a while, Jin Ping'er looked at the sword and was doomed to return in vain, she was in the air, and was going to freeze, if Zhao Manying had any changes waiting for her, it would be bad .

After making a decision, she swung her sword sharply.

bang...

The sound of violent explosion...

Jin Ping'er stepped into the air, her body floated away like catkins.

She originally planned to distance herself, but obviously Zhao Manying didn't give her this chance.

Zhao Manying below stepped on at a high speed and followed closely.

Zhao Manying's speed suddenly increased, and she stepped to the position where Jin Ping'er was about to fall.

It is obvious that this is only the Southern Mortal Realm, but there is no flying technique of changing the sky.

All the flying needs to rely on strength. Even Jin Ping'er's sword dance stepping into the air at the beginning of the opening scene is also due to the power of the long sword's gentle burst of energy.

How could Zhao Manying make a wrong judgment like this.At this time, she just needs to wait for Jin Ping'er to deliver it.

At this moment, everyone could see that Jin Ping'er was almost falling into Zhao Manying's hands.

Even Qin Xian'er frowned slightly unconsciously.

But who knows, Jin Ping'er flew halfway, the red sleeve in his hand stabbed down to the ground, Bai Qingshui's sleeve was coiled on the hilt of the sword, Jin Ping'er was flying in the air, but when he pulled the water sleeve, he changed direction in midair.

"Okay!" Qin Yu slapped the railing of the stand excitedly and called out.

Chapter 91 Ink Cloud!Chi Xi!Start a prairie fire!Fengming!

Jin Ping'er landed gracefully, separated from the originally planned position by more than half of the training ground.

When she closed the sleeves, the 'red sleeves' were held in her hand again.

Apparently, Zhao Manying, who had arranged ahead of time, was in vain.

"Old man, how did you do it? The "Gongsun Sword Dance" you gave Ping'er can be so powerful?"

Qin Lie asked in surprise.

"Of course, the old man's collection of the sword dance method passed down in ancient times, can the things collected by the old man be bad? Although the old man can't practice, but he has read through it, and has a rough understanding of the techniques recorded in it. Just now she shot the long sword method and said Zuo Yi shoots nine suns and uses his sleeves to soar, which is called the emperor's dragon soaring."

"Old man, did you prepare this sword dance for my wife?"

"Stinky boy, what are you thinking?"

"Before, I suspected that you, old man, are weird if you have weaving and embroidery skills. If it wasn't prepared for Mrs.

Could it be, old man, do you have any special hobbies? "

"Shut up! You kid, don't you want the 'Flame Devouring Art'?"

Qin Lie shut up for a moment, but he was muttering in his heart, this old boy said he was both a teacher and a friend, but he put up his master's airs every now and then, and was disrespectful to his elders.

However, when Qin Lie saw Jin Ping'er standing with his sword on his back, motionless, and then looked at Zhao Manying who had already sprinted, he was anxious and startled, and doubted again.

At this time, although Jin Ping'er's sword head over the shoulder can be seen covered with faint purple energy, but the rapier is standing still against the long spear, isn't it waiting to lose?

"Old man, what is Ping'er trying to do? Move her quickly..."

"What do you know, kid? This is the Xihe Sword Power in Gongsun Sword Dance. I have heard that some movements can strengthen the power of martial arts. Your future daughter-in-law is using one of them now. It is as quiet as the river and the sea. , moving like thunder and furious. You boy, just wait and see. This Zhao girl is going to suffer a big loss."

...

Zhao Manying looked at the motionless Jin Ping'er in front of her, although she was a bit puzzled, but with the spear in hand, of course she was going forward bravely, she couldn't let Jin Ping'er attack with a sword.

Following that, the pace under his feet gradually accelerated.

When rushing, the silver dragon in his hand waved out the red flame, and the shadow of the spear split up, covering all possible directions of Jin Ping'er's action at once.

"Sixth shot, Hellfire."

"Jin Ping'er, this time I can't run away, and I can't fly away either."

But just when the flaming gun shadow completely enveloped Jin Ping'er, Jin Ping'er moved.

The long sword behind her suddenly burst forward with both hands holding the sword, exploding like a thunderbolt.

"Linghai swordsmanship, Lingchao?"

Although Jin Ping'er shot like a thunderbolt, Zhao Manying could still react.

He even recognized the name of the move of the sword she had hidden on her back.

The red spear shadows that had originally blocked Jin Ping'er's whole body gathered into one place, and once again collided with Hong Xiu's sword tip.

Bang!

Blast off..

This time, it was no match for the last time.

Zhao Manying, who was holding a gun, never expected that Jin Ping'er's long sword would contain [-]% more internal energy than before.

Lingchao is the second martial art move recorded in the Linghai swordsmanship, it is stronger than Jin Pingershi's Linglang before, she knows it.

But it will definitely not suddenly become stronger by as much as [-]%.

As soon as Zhao Manying was hit, her body was pushed ten meters away by this energy. When the corner of her mouth was bright red, she only frowned slightly. Full of frenzy.

How long has it been since she felt hurt by an opponent of the same level?

Standing in the air, before the tip of her tongue rolled away the bright red, Jin Ping'er's long sword hanging on her flying sleeve had already pierced her eyebrows.

Jin Ping'er didn't have the habit of waiting for her opponent to regroup and fight, since there was a flaw, she would naturally pursue it to the end.

Obviously in this situation, Zhao Manying's body was out of balance, Jin Ping'er's long sword had arrived, and the advantage was taken.

...

"Teacher, Ping'er is going to win!"

"Well, she's not bad."

On the VIP platform No. [-], Qin Yu was extremely excited, and her teacher said with a faint smile on her face.

Qin Lie on the edge of the field also said excitedly.

"Old man, Ping'er is going to decide the outcome."

"...It's still early."

"Old man, what do you mean?"

"Look."

...

Zhao Manying looked at the sword coming between his eyebrows, his eyes were filled with excitement, while twisting his body like a snake, the spear in his hand was thrust into the stone slab under his feet.

A deep mark was scratched on the slate by the tip of the gun, and even a little burnt mark could be seen.

Zhao Manying's body was shaken and was forcibly held.

The spear is raised, the tail of the spear is castrated, the long sword hanging on the flying sleeve, if it is shot, it is bound to be swung away. Seeing this, Jin Ping'er immediately retracted his sleeve and approached him, and the long sword entered Su's hand.

Originally, Jin Ping'er wanted to take advantage of this advantage and swung away Zhao Manying's long spear with a single blow.

But Zhao Manying saw her stabbing with the sword, but she didn't chop at all, her eyes were burning, and she said: "The seventh shot, Mo Yun."

Zhao Manying stepped on the stone slab, dust and gravel flew up, the flaming spear danced in her hand, the red flame burned the dust, the air, the gravel, and soon in front of Zhao Manying, a light black gray cloud formed, separated In front of Jin Ping'er.

Although the gray gas could not completely block the line of sight, the shadow of the gun, which was so fast that he could not see clearly before, was even more elusive at this time.

Jin Ping'er, who had the upper hand, made three consecutive sword strikes in an instant, all of which were swung away by Zhao Manying.

At this time, the two returned to the balance of power again.

Once again, the spears and swords were exchanged, and when the vigor was at a stalemate, Zhao Manying shouted excitedly:

"Jin Ping'er, if you admit defeat, do it as soon as possible, otherwise I won't be able to hold back the following moves. Under the third stage of entraining Qi, you will definitely die."

"It's what comes."