Chapter 69: In the Battle of Gambling

It is not a wall, but a pile of phantoms, rotating around Ruiyun.

I can only faintly see the green disc spinning, which is dazzling.

Ruiyun hummed, "Little trick!" Then his hands were angry, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of snow, with snow-white light, covering his whole body.

"Ah!" With a fierce shout, countless crane shadows flew out of these white lights, rushed in all directions, and hit the spiral shadows like walls.

However, Chen Rufeng came out of these illusions one by one. The angry wind sword is like a mountain axe, and the dazzling sword light splits the dense crane shadows. There are dozens of Chen Rufeng's illusions, as if they want to compete with Ruiyun's "incessever thousand cranes".

The crane shadow was still continuous, and the sword of the illusion did not stop for more than half a moment. The crane shadow condensed by white light turned into light and dissipated, and countless crane shadows rushed out with Ruiyun as the center. This scene really made people's eyes dizzy, and those with slightly weak eyesight fainted directly.

But Chen Rufeng and Ruiyun are both in the intention to compete with each other for endurance. Let's see whose true spirit is the first to dry up. Whether the illusion can't stand up first or the crane shadow can't stand first.

If Chen Rufeng hadn't reached the "extreme" situation, such consumption would definitely fall behind.

"Drink!" All the illusions suddenly stabbed neatly one by one, the sword light rose, and several lights flowed like a cut, and most of the crane shadow were abruptly destroyed in an eye.

Ruiyun is not a kind person. He gathered his chest with his fists, and the rest of the white cranes quickly turned into a halo to protect him. All the swords stabbed the halo, just like stabbing into the tough reeds, unable to advance an inch.

His hands were extended again, and the halo suddenly pushed out. All the phantoms were hit by the mountain, the encirclement dispersed from fusion, and all the illusions fell back stiffly.

Unexpectedly, another hard sword burst into, which unexpectedly pierced the halo and took it to Ruiyun's chest.

Ruiyun raised his sleeve. This sword was obviously driven by Chen Rufeng's real body to break through the obstacles and take his key points.

The sword sleeves bombarded each other, and the two vigorous spirits shot out of each other. Ruiyun couldn't help but be shocked. The shadow crane in his sleeve actually gave birth to a sense of mud cow entering the river. It was completely powerless, as if it had hit the soft water.

Good water flow and soft swordsmanship make Ruiyun's strong stone sink into the sea.

Suddenly, the vitality of the angry wind sword changed from soft as clear water to strong.

It's like a whirlwind roaring spirit flashing around the angry wind sword, and the angry wind sword has turned into a vague sword shadow. Ruiyun snorted and made a decisive decision to close his sleeves to avoid being tough with Chen Rufeng.

The wind splashed wildly in all directions. Although Ruiyun had closed his sleeves in time, he still couldn't avoid being cut a few sleeves by the cyclone, and was blown up by the sudden surge of wind. He barely took a breath to stabilize his body in mid-air and slowly went down to the ground.

Chen Rufeng's sword shadow is divided into thousands of people, and he wants to take advantage of this situation to pursue Ruiyun and seize the opportunity to win.

Ruiyun's feet touched the ground, and he saw Chen Rufeng attack with force, which did not let him breathe a little, and the fine light in his eyes suddenly burst out.

The clouds at the top of Tianfeng Gangbo swam, as if an invisible hand was manipulating.

The angry wind sword was also blocked by an invisible momentum, and Chen Rufeng had to withdraw from the offensive and fly backwards due to the anti-shock force.

A faint layer of fog lingered around Ruiyun, but he saw that his eyes were closed and he was dedicated to meditizing on the true law.

The strange white air swam on the top of the castle like a stream of smoke, slowly forming a crane shape according to a certain kind of direction.

From a distance, it looks like a huge white crane spreading its wings on the top of the Tianfeng Gang, covering the whole castle, which is extremely magnificent.

"The crane is so angry!" Ruiyun suddenly opened his eyes.

Blood arrows were continuous, and Ding Yu did not know how many times he had broken the blood arrows with a blood gun.

But the blood arrows all over the sky did not stop. The shadow of the gun shrouded Ding Yu. If the gun dares to slow down, it will become the target of the blood arrow.

Lu Chiyin got up and launched a bloody arrow attack crazily, and his face became paler and pale.

A clear eye can see that Ding Yu is in a desperate situation at this moment, and Lu Qiyin occupies the absolute initiative. However, Ding Yu refused to say defeat, and he knew that he could not do it, but he had to resist it.

However, the longer the war situation is, the more the ups and downs in Lu's heart will be greater.

The majestic Bixue Xuanxuan master had to work so hard to compete with his apprentice, but he failed to win, which was really embarrassing.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He could even feel that the people behind him were whispering, as if they had doubts about his strength.

And everyone on the other side of Tianfeng Gang is secretly worried about Ding Yu and doesn't know how long he can last.

Only Ling Xiaoyu still smiles and still has confidence in Ding Yu.

Finally, Lu dyne was really unbearable.

"Blood palm!" With a shout, his palm has also hit Ding Yu, and he saw five blood red lights shining around his palm like five petals. The momentum of this palm made the blood arrow originally shot more fierce, and the pressure on Ding Yu undoubtedly increased greatly.

Ling Xiaoyu saw Lu Qiyin suddenly kill and said in her heart, "The opportunity has come!"

Ding Yu grasped his hands tightly and prepared to meet Lu Qiyin's strongest applause.

The tip of the gun swept forward, and the blood gas like ink rippled along the tip of the gun, shaking with five blood-colored light. But with the help of blood and arrows, Ding Yu's resistance seems a little watery.

Bum!

Ding Yu was shaken away without any suspense, and a mouthful of blood spewed out, and his face was as white as paper. Fortunately, he could still stand still. The long gun was still in his hand, but his standing legs were trembling.

Lu Chiyin then jumped up again with the anti-shock force, and wanted to end Ding Yu with a slight move after a round of recovery.

Between the lightning and the flithic, only a red shadow was seen in everyone's eyes flying out and shining directly on the land.

The long gun in Ding Yu's hand disappeared.

Lu Qiyin resisted with his palms, but unfortunately, he was still able to bounce off the red shadow, but was rushed by this red shadow. His body was touched by thunder, and his whole body was full of blood, spewing a mouthful of red blood in mid-air and fell directly to the ground.

Lu Zhiyin's camp exclaimed, but no one took him and let him fall straight to the ground. Hearing his howling, I don't know how many ribs he broke.

The red shadow slowly returned to Ding Yu's hand, faded the red light again, and turned back into the thick long gun.

Ding Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and finally knelt on the ground with his knees.

Ling Xiaoyu, Sichuan countercurrent and others all scrambled to help him up.

Lu Qiyin's fingers moved and looked up at Ding Yu. He could no longer spit out a sound in his mouth. He could only say, "No...but...can..."

Ding Yu couldn't help smiling with the help of everyone, "I finally... lived up to everyone..." While talking, he looked at Ling Xiaoyu and smiled deeply. Ling Xiaoyu just blinked mischievously.

It turned out that when Ding Yu had just fell, Ling Xiaoyu taught him to use the method of waiting for work and stick to his own side first. As the war lasted, Lu Zhiyin must be unable to stand it. When he was eager to win, it was Ding Yu's opportunity.

Seeing the defeat of Lu Chiyin in the first battle, Yuan Fan stared at Lu Chiyin on the ground contemptuously, stepped forward, thought that he had carried everyone's hopes, and shouted to Tianfeng Gang: "You have won the first game. Are you going to continue to send Ding Yu in the next second game?"

"He can't continue to fight in this situation." Hu Jiuwei shook his head.

"So I won this battle without fighting?" Yuan Fan smiled proudly.

No one paid much attention to him. Ling Xiaoyu said to the river, "The next battle will be handed over to you. Do you have confidence?"

Chuang looked at him in a surprised way and shook his head, "No, I finally got on."

Everyone knows that the risk faced by the last one must be the greatest, and almost all the heavy responsibility falls on the person who played at the end.

Ling Xiaoyu pinched his shoulder, pushed him forward and smiled, "I don't have to go up if you win three times in a row. I'm counting on you."

The river countercurrent hung his head helplessly and sadly, held up the green bamboo flute, and walked to the front without hurry.

"Fighting Japanese faction, Yuanfan!"

"Tianfeng Gang, against the current!"

Yuan Fan took out the saw blade that had been exposed in the world alliance that day, and did not pay attention to the river countercurrent, although his opponent had defeated his proud disciples in the world alliance.

The river is elegant against the current and closes his eyes, as if recalling the sad past.

"A pretentious manner!" Yuan Fan did not look like an elder. When he saw the opportunity, he wanted to do it. His legs stretched out the saw blade and pointed against the river.

The cold light on the saw blade is exposed, and the river countercurrent seems to be unaware of it, only cares about the sadness of spring and autumn there. It was not until the momentum of the saw blade came that he suddenly woke up. The flute shadow turned in his hand and waved to the saw blade.

Hang!

The river took advantage of the current to move his body and dodge its edge. At the same time, he quickly threw the bamboo flute into another hand and went forward. Yuan Fan stopped the momentum and cut sideways to the river against the current. When he was cut to the weak point of the river current just now, he felt a lot of energy to hold the blade front and wear away the momentum he had just accumulated.

This move is a new "forward finishing touch" against the current, and will be used in the future to resist the enemy's strong blow.

Yuan Fan was furious, raised his saw blade and went against the river with all his strength. Sichuan countercurrent is also very smart. He does not fight head-on with him. He consumes the other party's physical strength and true energy through continuous maneuvering, and flashes around Yuan Fan like a phantom, which makes Yuan Fan's countless offensives fail.

Suddenly, Yuan Fan felt that his right leg was soft and climbed up along his feet like a snake. It turned out that it was a sudden attack hand against the river and waved his feet with a bamboo flute. Yuan Fan hurriedly urged Zhen to clear the strength of those sneak attacks.

"That's ridiculous!" Yuan Fan was so angry that he was actually played in the palm of his hand by a descendant. He remembered that he had the same experience under Chen Rufeng in the World League that day. He couldn't help but be full of anger and shouted, and his whole body suddenly trembled away, and the figure of the river was also stagnant.