usatvline Chapter 402: Use all possible means!
Chapter 402: Use all possible means!
From day to night, and from night to day.
Above the sea of clouds, the setting sun is blood-red.
Gusts of sword and saber winds tore through the clouds, and rosy clouds spread across the sky, shining between the two fighting people.
Zira~
Feng Qianli held the sword in one hand, with the sword body wrapped in astonishing dark blue lightning. While breathing, his eyes were still as sharp as lightning, staring at the person opposite him without blinking, with a burning desire to fight.
"happy!"
"I haven't had such a good fight in a long time."
Rong Shu on the opposite side was holding two swords in his hands. When he heard this, he smiled indifferently and made some casual sword moves.
It seemed casual and unintentional, but when the blades crossed, the power of wind and fire intertwined, turning into red-gold swords that fell like meteors, but split into dozens of afterimages halfway, attacking Feng Qianli from all directions.
Before the sword flashes, the blazing wind arrives.
Feng Qianli's robes fluttered, and the space around him seemed to be distorted for a moment, making crackling sounds.
His eyes focused and he swung his sword to block!
As the lightning exploded, it dispersed several knife shadows in the front, but there were still four that attacked from tricky angles -
A knife, from bottom to top, slashes towards the throat;
Two swords, staggered left and right, blocking the flank;
Three knives, grazed the sword's edge, and went straight to the heart;
Four swords came from the clouds behind, breaking through the air!
Feng Qianli did not dodge, but turned around suddenly, and the heavy black iron sword drew out fine and dense arcs of electricity, using the force to split the wind and fire waves!
"Hey~"
A small flame started burning next to his hand, and Feng Qianli quickly put it out without changing his expression, leaving only his cuffs charred.
Rong Shu's attack did not stop. He suddenly closed his two swords. The power of wind and fire condensed and blended, rising in a spiral shape, turning into a red tornado, rushing straight into the sky, and then suddenly swooping down! Directly pointing at Feng Qianli! !
The man moves with the sword, his figure appearing and disappearing in the wind and fire, his feet stepping on the formation diagram, and every flash is accompanied by a sharp slash!
Knife after knife.
Like surging waves, layer upon layer of waves, one higher than the other, and the power is multiplied.
Feng Qianli didn't know how many sword waves he had blocked. His palm was numb and his whole hand seemed to have lost consciousness.
In order to relieve the force, Feng Qianli kept retreating backwards.
But Rong Shu pressed on step by step and refused to give an inch.
"I, I didn't see it wrong...it turned out that Rong Shu was suppressing Feng Qianli."
"The two have been fighting for almost a day and a night. They are only in the Nascent Soul stage. Won't their spiritual energy be exhausted?"
On Junque Mountain, even though the final lasted a day and a night, the many monks watching the match were still reluctant to move an inch, all staring at the fierce battle on the Tianfang Stage.
To everyone's surprise, Feng Qianli, who was originally thought to be good at using the heavy black iron sword and was a big and strong man, would be able to defeat the opponent by force and gain the upper hand. However, he was suppressed little by little by Rong Shu and could only fight back passively.
After fighting for such a long time, the two of them used all kinds of methods.
Pills, weapons, skills, magic, body movements...
Both Rong Shu and Feng Qianli had not registered to participate in the subsequent alchemist division before the game, so they could only bring a specified number of pills to the competition.
Both of them chose the top-grade Spirit Gathering Pill to replenish spiritual energy.
But after a day and night of fierce fighting, the two men's pills had been almost used up.
Unexpectedly...
"No, what is the formation Rong Shu is standing on? It looks familiar?"
"It's a spirit gathering array! It's one of the basic arrays that a novice array master must practice, and it's also the highest level of spirit gathering array. The number is small, but the array is easy to set up, so Rong Shu can do two things at the same time."
"Rong Shu is a formation master? He is fighting and setting up a spirit gathering formation at the same time, that's too damn sinister!" Some people think it's unethical.
Someone also spoke up weakly: "Who did Rong Shu learn the formation from? It couldn't be from Leng Mingjing..."
When the three words "Cold Mirror" were mentioned, the younger generation of monks were fine because they had never seen them before, but the experienced monks looked at each other in bewilderment.
There were bursts of laughter from inside Liufang Tower:
"They're actually fighting with a spirit gathering array, hahaha. This makes the opponent feel more frustrated than using a killing array. Wu Hua, you didn't teach them this, did you?"
Wu Hua: "..."
Seeing Wu Hua was unmoved, someone else couldn't help but stroke his beard and sighed: "From the looks of it, Rong Shu has a good chance of winning."
Wu Hua, who had been paying attention to the fight on the Tianfang stage, did not look relaxed at all.
"……uncertain."
[Rong Shu, she hasn't won yet.]
In the audience, Si Chenbi stared at the battle situation above with sharp eyes.
Lu Zhuo and Duan Yuyan, who were beside her, received her message, and the corners of their mouths that were just happy for Rong Shu suddenly fell.
Duan Yuyan exclaimed, puzzled: "Why? Rong Shu has a spirit gathering formation, so his spiritual energy will definitely not be exhausted first. It looks like Rong Shu is going to win."
However, Lu Zhuo, who was also a sword cultivator, gradually noticed some clues.
"But Feng Qianli didn't seem to be panicked at all, as if he was waiting for something..."
"Feng Qianli's sword has not yet been unsheathed."
As the situation changes, the battle situation reverses in an instant!
The momentum of the sword in Feng Qianli's hand suddenly changed!
Although the heavy sword was heavy, it turned into thousands of sword shadows in his hand. Each sword had the power to destroy mountains and break peaks, like a torrential rain! Like a mountain torrent collapsing!
The moment the knife wave and sword energy touched, Rong Shu's pupils constricted, the spirit gathering formation under his feet disappeared, and he flew out with the wind, retreating dozens of feet away in just a breath.
The direction where Rong Shu was originally located had already been raging with sword energy.
The sky had darkened without my noticing.
Rong Shu looked up subconsciously, but saw that it was not the sky that had darkened, but thunderclouds were gathering and a thunderstorm was about to occur.
"Hey, why are you still so alert?" On the other side, Feng Qianli's rather disappointed voice was clearly transmitted to Rong Shu's ears, "I have been suppressed by you for most of the day, what a pity, what a pity, I thought I could find your weakness."
Rong Shu narrowed his eyes and looked over, his face expressionless, but his hands holding the two swords began to tremble slightly.
Just now she just took a sword attack...
Do not!
Instead of picking it up, he just brushed past it!
Just one sword seemed to contain a tremendous force like a mountain pressing down on one's head. Rong Shu didn't dare to say whether she could have withstood that huge force if she hadn't used the body skill [Fuyao Jiuwanli] to retreat in time.
From the very beginning, Feng Qianli, carrying the heavy black iron sword, gave people the first impression that his strength could defeat his opponent’s skills.
But as Feng Qianli's "fast sword" became famous, everyone's attention was gradually drawn to him, and most people were concerned about how fast his sword was.
Until now, Rong Shu suddenly realized the truth——
The sword used by Feng Qianli is truly a "heavy black iron sword".
Invincible by force.
Boom——
The sky is covered with thunderclouds.
Feng Qianli looked at the sky, and the ancient, dull black iron heavy sword in his hand flickered with arcs of electricity. The curve of his mouth gradually widened:
"It's a nice day with a thunderstorm."
For any cultivator with thunder spiritual roots, this is an excellent advantage.
Unfortunately, Feng Qianli is a cultivator with thunder spiritual roots.