Chapter 17 The Way of Fighting, Winning in Power

On the other platform, the competition is tight. Ying Wangchen's five-color divine stone was tightly wrapped in the Phoenix Luotian and could not move. Han Qinghui's seven phoenix feathers turned in the air, but stayed at Han Qinghui's body test and did not attack. Ying Wangchen also has a leisurely face, as if he still has an advantage.

"Your seven-tailed phoenix feathers are useless to me. If you don't believe it, come and try it."

Han Qinghui's apricot stared and said in a charming voice. The seven-tailed phoenix feathers were like fairy swords, roaring and murderous.

Ying forgot a strange cry, and the big palm waved out one after another. The whole ring suddenly filled with energy, sometimes turning into a dragon, sometimes like a tiger, sometimes like a mountain like a mountain, sometimes like a deep as the sea, which is exactly one of the two unique skills of Taiyizong: Taiyi Xuan weather.

This vast and pure mysterious spirit slowly closed, and gradually formed an air wall around the forgotten dust, wrapping it like a silkworm cocoon, blocking the seven-tailed phoenix feathers three feet away.

The current situation is Han Qinghui's main attack, and Ying Wangchen's defense. The appearance is that the former has the advantage, but Ying Wangchen is thrilling and gradually occupies the advantage. After all, the performance of Luo Tian and Zhuxian Fengyu needs a lot of mana support. How long can Han Qinghui support it?

Ying Wangchen smiled and said, "You don't spit blood again, do you? How much blood do you have to vomit?" My brother is right. Your power is really limited, which is not enough to support these two great magic powers for a long time. I only need to hold on for a moment, and I will be in victory.

Han Qinghui was ashamed and angry and scolded, "It turned out to be that black-faced thief again!"

Lin Wanyue was furious when she heard this, sacrificed Qianqing Liuguang ruler and called Fang Daoming. Zhan Qianyu beside him was shocked and was about to take action, but he saw two groups of sword light flying out, facing Qianqing Liuguang ruler, and fighting with him. It was Fang Daoming's two flying swords.

The two of them had their own magical power, and Fang Daoming had a slight forbearance and fought equally. Suddenly, they fought on and off the stage, playing hotly and lively. Other disciples are surprised. After all, Lin Wanyue is the person who has crossed the golden elixir disaster and went to the fairy sword platform, and he is also a true disciple who focuses on training in the Hanshan Temple of Tianjue Valley. Unexpectedly, he got an unknown teenager from anywhere and fought with her regardless of height, which inevitably swept his face and caused a lot of discussion.

"Who is this boy? Such a year of lightness and such magical power.

"I heard that he is from the Confucian Garden. Looking at his skills, he also survived the golden elixir disaster. I don't know why he didn't participate in the competition. The Confucian Garden is really full of talents."

"People from Confucianism? I saw that he was very close to Wang Chenzi, and I thought he was a junior of Taiyizong. When did Confucianism come out with such a good swordsman?

Fang Lin and the two fought hotly. Fang Dao used his true martial power and magic power to look at the air and firmly pressed the Qianqing streamer ruler firmly on the ground. This Qianqing Liuguang ruler is originally higher than the Lingxi Double Flying Sword, and it is full of aura. However, Lin Wanyue's skill is slightly lower. No matter how she casts the spell, the Lingxi Double Flying Sword is firmly pressed like a pair of pliers and does not move.

Lin Wanyue was angry and shy, and her pink face turned red. The empty hermit saw it and quickly drank Fang Daoming. The latter knew that it could not be too bad, so he took two swords and returned the streamer ruler. The old and steady disciples in the Hanshan Temple quickly grabbed Lin Wanyue and signaled him not to make trouble.

On the main hall, Mrs. Tianjue's face was pale, and Meng Haoran also looked embarrassed. Song Qinghuang asked, "Meng Jushi, I don't know who this son is. How can he be so cultivated at such a young age?"

Meng Haoran said, "This son is a disciple of my Confucian garden. Because of the trouble, he was expelled from the door wall by his teacher. This time secretly ran to find me. I hope I can go back to pry for him and return to the door."

Song Qinghuang said, "How old is this son? How many years has he been practicing Taoism?"

"This son has been practicing Taoism for ten years, and now he is only 16 years old." As for Fang Daoming, who did not teach him by his master, but practiced alone, Meng Haoran never mentioned it and could not lose the face of Confucianism.

The other leaders were shocked, and Song Qinghuang said, "As long as it is not a big mistake, you can forgive him. If Confucianism really doesn't want to accept him, you can't waste his talent."

Mrs Tianjue sneered: "Don't you Langhuang Academy only accept female apprentices? Have you also moved the mind of male disciples?"

Song Qinghuang said, "It doesn't matter. If the rules are established, they will be broken. Talents are rare. It doesn't matter if it's an exception once."

Zhao Linglong smiled beside him and said, "Langhuang Academy is not good, but our Linglong Villa is okay. Meng Jushi might as well consider it."

Song Qinghuang and Zhao Linglong were good friends and naturally united to squeeze Mrs. Tianjue. Meng Haoran secretly said, "Thanks to this son's loyalty, otherwise it won't become a wedding dress for others."

Although the ten immortal gates are consistent with the outside world, they are also secretly fighting against each other.

Let's not talk about the intrigue of the main hall, but said that on the fairy sword platform, Ying Wangchen whispered and said, "Well, is my brother okay? It's more than enough to match your beautiful sister.

Han Qinghui scolded: "I'm dreaming!"

Ying Wangchen still has a hippie smile: "Don't say that your unruly sister is more than enough for you!"

Han Qinghui couldn't help but be ashamed and was about to exert his strength, but he was preempted by Ying Wangchen. But when he shouted, the protective gas around him gradually turned and rotated at a high speed. The seven-tailed phoenix feathers were also sneered, like screaming in pain, and slowly retreated.

"Tell me, will you go down by yourself or shall I beat you down?"

Han Qinghui was shocked, and then knew that the gap between the two was more than a star. At that moment, his heart was fierce, and a mouthful of blood spewed out and sprinkled on the phoenix feathers. The seven-tailed phoenix feathers suddenly flourished, unexpectedly burst out seven swords, piercing Ying Wangchen's body protection, and suddenly entered more than a foot.

Ying Wangchen laughed and laughed, and the protective energy shrank with the inside, becoming more and more pure. Gradually transformed into the dragon's head, dragon body, dragon tail, eight air dragons, galloping roaring, teeth and claws, and moving around the body. The air of the whole fairy sword platform also rotated, and this world seemed to turn into a huge whirlpool, and only the eight true dragons roared and wandered in it, as if to choose a person to eat.

The five-colored divine stone in the air suddenly became more and bigger. Seeing that it was about to break through the restrictions of the Phoenix and break out of the siege.

Han Qinghui's heart was shocked. He was about to secretly use Xuangong and spray blood on Fengyu again, but he heard Ying Wangchen shout: "It's useless. Don't waste blood, hurt your body and mind, regress your cultivation, and lose your longevity."

Han Qinghui doesn't pay attention to it. The reputation of the sect is now, and there is no room for him to take half a step back. When he was about to make some action, a majestic voice suddenly sounded in his ear: "Qinghui, stay here. It doesn't matter if he loses this game. It must not break the foundation of practice in the future."

Han Qinghui moved her mind, accepted the idea of using the art of self-harm, stopped her body, took her magic weapon, and said coldly, "Qinghui's skills are not as good as others. It's convincing to lose."

Ying Wangchen also received the magic weapon and saluted, "It's just a fluke, my sister has made a concession."

Han Qinghui got off the ring and returned to the camp with her disciples. On the way, Lin Wanyue kept whispering in his ear, and from time to time, she turned back to look at Fang Daoming angrily, which made the latter's back chill.

Ying Wangchen looked back at Li Mingyang, smiled with encouragement, and went down to the ring to watch the battle. With continuous applause off the court, Xu Jian has a home advantage, constantly cheering and applause.

"Brother Xu, please!"

"Brother Li, please!"

In the cheers, the two most outstanding young disciples of the ten immortals shouted at the same time. The sword came out of its sheath, the glowed, and the swords were shining, illuminating the whole fairy sword platform.

Xu Jian's sword has only one sword, but it is special. It is surrounded by blue light and purple, and there is no true shape at all, but it is like a sword of light and a sword of qi. Li Mingyang still has three swords together. The human sword points directly at the opponent, the sword is ring in front of his chest, and the heavenly sword hangs three feet above his head.

Ying Wangchen whispered: "This is different from the game, but it is a real swordsmanship competition. Xu Jian uses a small free Xuantian sword. It is said that it is from the unique Xuantian sword spirit of the predecessors who ascended to heaven, and this magic power is said to be derived from the great free magic power of the Western Jihaotian Emperor in ancient times. From his swordsmanship, you can get a glimpse of the peerless magic power of the ancient immortal emperor. You can also use your sword and observe carefully.

Fang Daoming answered in a low voice, and the air hermit beside him also told Zhan Qianyu to watch the battle carefully.