Chapter 43 The Battle for Champion 4

"What a great sound skill!" Looking at Lan Xin, who easily resolved such a fierce attack of the flute sword, Qin Bing's face couldn't help but become extremely difficult to look at.

At his level, it is naturally easy to see that the strength between Lan Xin and Xiao Jian is not a little different, but that the two are not at the same level at all.

You know, just now, Qin Bing was just extremely difficult than the flute sword.

"Kid, you look too high on that girl!" Just as Qin Bing felt weak, Qingyan's voice came to his mind.

"Oh~" Hearing the words, Qin Bing couldn't help but be stunned and hurriedly said, "Senior, what do you say this?"

Qingyan smiled and said, "You only see how Lan Xin suppresses the flute sword, but you don't know why Lan Xin can suppress the flute sword?"

"Why?" Qin Bing frowned and said.

"Spiritual strength!" Qingyan added, "The girl suppresses with her spiritual attack all the time. Although this part of the suppression is very small, the flute sword dares not take it lightly at all."

Hearing this, Qin Bing couldn't help nodding. As Qingyan said, the strength of the Xiaojian was partially suppressed by the spiritual attack, not only to fight against Lan Xin's attack, but also to resist the spirit attack all the time. I'm afraid that the total strength of Xiaojian can only be exerted by about 70% or 80%.

"This spiritual attack is also too strange. Fighting with such a practitioners can only exert 70% or 80% of the strength of the heyday. How can you win?" Qin Bing couldn't help sighing.

If his strength can only exert 70% or 80%, I'm afraid that even in the face of Yang Qi, it is difficult to win, let alone a master like Xiaojian.

"Although the mental attack is strange, it is not impossible to break it." Qingyan smiled and said, "If your mood is high enough, you will naturally not be affected by spiritual attacks, or you have magic weapons such as mental attacks, naturally you are not afraid."

artistic conception? Qin Bing shook her head. In the face of Lan Xin, a practitioners like Xiaojian, who had the artistic conception of everything for the sword, was suppressed only 70% or 80% of his strength, not to mention him.

"Senior, what kind of magic weapon is needed to resist spiritual attacks?" Qin Bing couldn't help focusing on the magic weapon. After all, it was relatively easier to obtain the magic weapon.

"Guta!"

"Guta?" Qin Bing couldn't help but be stunned and said quickly. Does this ancient tower still have the effect of resisting mental attacks?

"Of course!" Qingyan nodded and said, "A powerful magic weapon is defensive in all aspects, but is it simple to resist an attack?"

Qin Bing nodded thoughtfully and immediately said, "Senior, if I am against Lan Xin, how much chance do I win?"

"If you can't inspire Guta to help you, you have less than 30% chance of winning." A moment later, Qingyan's voice sounded in Qin Bing's mind, "If you can inspire Guta to help you, there should be 60% hope."

"Guta~" Qin Bing shook his head with a wry smile. The Guta is not what he can mobilize now.

"If you have the road to protect yourself, you still have the power to fight." Qingyan naturally knew that it was too whimsistic to use the power of the ancient tower.

"That's the only way. 30% hope is better than nothing." Qin Bing smiled bitterly. Although it was a road decision, he had 30% hope, but he had never made a road decision in battle, which was not a small difficulty.

On the ring, Xiao Jian kept gasping for breath. His previous continuous attacks did not achieve the expected effect.

And after this attack, the real yuan in his body was also consumed a lot, and now it is even more difficult to resist Lan Xin's pervasive spiritual attack.

"The senior sister is worthy of being a senior sister, but I won't admit defeat like this!" Xiao Jian smiled, and the remaining Zhenyuan power in his body was crazily stimulated, and a strong breath gushed out of his body.

"Do you plan to have that trick again?" Feeling the increasingly powerful breath of the flute sword, Lan Xin frowned slightly and smiled, "However, you can't completely control that move!"

"The sword, the sword breaks the stars!" The breath of terror gushed out of the body of the flute sword and spread away, and the powerful sword was as dazzling as the stars in the night. It seems that everything will be gloomy in front of him.

The next moment, a breath of destruction condensed in the hand of the flute sword, and the cyan sword light kept condensed on the long sword in his hand. In an instant, the aura that permeated the surrounding world was instantly drained. And the cyan sword light in the hand of the flute sword is also one foot in size.

Although there is only a foot-sized cyan sword light, no one dares to look at it. The breath of destruction on it, not to mention the practitioners of the Jindan period, even the cultivation of the Yuanying period felt a burst of heart palpitations.

The cyan sword light shot out of the hand of the Xiaojian, and a breath of destruction permeated the air for a short time.

"It's interesting. It seems that you have more understanding of this move in the battle with Qin Bing." Feeling the horror contained in the blue sword light, which was stronger than the previous battle, Lan Xin's face couldn't help but change slightly.

Even Lan Xin has to admire the achievements of the flute sword on kendo. Even if a battle is something to gain, it can be digested and turned into his own strength in a short hour. This talent is absolutely unbelievable.

"It is worthy of being a once-in-a-lifetime genius in Tianjianmen. This talent is really against the sky!" Even Qin Bing under the ring had a sigh in his heart. Naturally, he knew that the sword in front of him was more horrible than the previous sword in the ring.

Boom~

A strong breath gushed out of Lan Xin's body, and the spiritual power surged all over her body, and ancient music came from the guqin. Everyone knows that this is not Lan Xin playing herself, but an artistic conception inspired by Lan Xin.

The ten fingers wrapped by Zhenyuanli kept brushing on the strings, and suddenly a crisp sound of the piano came from the ring, and then a wave of breath gushed out from the body, rushing to the blue sword light like a tide.

buzz~buzz~buzz~

The strange fluctuation touched the cyan sword light, and suddenly there was a harsh hum in the air. With the buzz as the center, the whole ring began to crack, and the ring seemed to crack in the shape of a spider web.

Blocked by the strange fluctuations, the speed of the cyan sword suddenly decreased sharply, as if it were crossing an insurmountable mountain in front of it.

Every time the strange fluctuation hits the cyan sword, there will be a aftershock to disperse, and every time the aftershock disperses, the ring is a violent shaking.

"Open it for me!" Looking at the cyan sword light blocked by Lan Xin, Xiao Jian couldn't help shouting angrily. The Zhenyuan in his body poured into the blue sword light crazily, and the speed of the blue sword light couldn't help accelerating again.

buzz~buzz~buzz~

The speed was accelerated by the speed of the cyan sword, and the harsh hum on the ring also accelerated. What's more terrible is that with the acceleration of the fluctuation, the whole ring is no longer a spider web-like crack, but instantly turned into a pile of powder.

"Feng Yinjue, seven strings move!" Lan Xin's ten fingers quickly plucked the strings, and the next moment, a desolate note of an ancient road came out. In an instant, the world was silent, and everything in front of the guqin disappeared. Where the notes passed, the ring was annihilated and fiercely met the cyan sword light.

"Ding~"

In the silent ring, a sound of gold and iron came out, followed by a terrible explosion. In an instant, the whole ring turned into nothing. The face of the flute sword not far away turned red and blood overflowed from the corners of its mouth.

"Puff~" a mouthful of blood spewed out of the mouth of the flute sword, and the breath on his body also became withered in an instant.

At this moment, anyone knows that the sword has been defeated!

Under the ring, countless disciples looked at the beautiful woman in blue, and their eyes were full of admiration. This is the strength, this is the strength of the first person of this generation.