Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 185 Fight Again
boom!
Li Zhao's fist hit the epee, and both of them took several steps back.

"What are you doing? It's boring. It's a waste of my ten points."

"I'm afraid this zero score is not fake. It is incomparable with Qin Wuyi, so don't read it."

The people in the spectator room left cursing and leaving one after another, leaving only a few people who were calm and distressed about the ten-point record.

Li Zhao was a little irritable. It had been almost half an hour. Although this person was restricted by the epee, he seemed clumsy and slow, but every time he stopped his fist with the epee in time, and he found that her posture with the epee became more and more serious. Easy and proficient.

Will, the power of will to reorganize the spirit son.

According to what Yao Yu said, one should first cultivate the "mind", and use the "mind" to comprehend the mind.But she seemed to be the other way around, first touching the threshold of the heart.Of course, there is also the contribution of the sweeping monk's puja.

It is much easier to comprehend the "meaning" from the heart.

She can already sense that mysterious force of will, and then use this force of will to touch Lingzi.

Reishi is smaller than any vitality, it is the basic unit of everything, the basic composition of everything.

She can't change the structure of the heavy sword yet, but she is trying to turn the spirit particles around the heavy sword into wind to support the heavy sword, which is also a superficial domain.

So, for her, the heavy sword became lighter, but the force it struck would not change.

Li Zhao couldn't stand the 1000-jin sword falling on him, so he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive when facing the epee that was frequently swung at random.

"What is this stupid thing doing, hit her, why hide!"

"I can't see it. If I go down, this battle can be resolved in a moment."

Xiang Mengfei also felt impatient, but seeing that the people who came down from above were still there, he could only watch patiently.

"Although the sword is somewhat proficient, it seems that it only shows brute force." Guo Zirui was speechless, "But that sword looks really heavy."

The female cultivator raised her scallion-white index finger to her lips, "Hush, it will end soon."

At the right time, Zhan Changfeng swung his sword and threw Li Zhao flying, bang~ almost embedded in the wall.

"Go, go out and meet her." The female revisionist was about to leave the observation room, but when she turned around, she saw Zhan Changfeng standing where she was, as if she had no intention of going out.

Others who noticed the problem also stopped, "What are you doing, isn't the competition over?"

"Hey, someone went in again."

"Isn't this the guy who just said 'this fight will be settled in a moment'?"

At this time, many monks took out the nameplate with strange expressions, and a few cursed in a low voice.

Guo Zirui shouted, "What are you doing?"

"I thought I was the next one, and she made an appointment with me at Shen Shi Mo (15:15)."

"What, she made an appointment with me at three quarters (15:45)!"

"I am Shen Shiqiqi (16:45)."

"I still have the five quarters of Shenshi (16:15)!"

"It's a quarter of the unitary hour (17:15)."

"How many people has she dated!" Xiang Mengfei suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "Is she sick?"

"What time is it?" The female cultivator turned cold and slowly shook the round fan.

Guo Zirui immediately said, "At seven quarters past hour (14:45), she plans to kill someone in two quarters of an hour?! She fought for half an hour just now."

The female cultivator pursed her lips and said, "The most surprising thing is that these times were all agreed upon by her before."

This means that she has to master the rhythm of all battles, where does she have confidence.

The people selected by Zhan Changfeng are all people with relatively high records in the same class, some of them were challenged by herself, and some were invited to fight with her.

This Luo Xingwen, born with small achievements, has a record of 121 wins and 17 losses, with a score of 15785.Li Zhao has won 110 games and lost 66 games, with a score of 2800.

The gap between him and Li Zhao can be seen from the record alone.

"If you talk about defeating you for a moment, you will defeat you for a moment!" Luo Xingwen did not talk nonsense, and made a trick with both hands, "The ground is a prison!"

A circle of light suddenly appeared under Zhan Changfeng's feet, and a circle of runes flew out of the circle of light, imprisoning her.

Zhan Changfeng was a little surprised, he didn't expect this person to be a real enchanter.

The enchantment is to create a special space with the power of runes, which is used to imprison, defend or kill. The seal he just pinched is runes.

"Luo Xingwen is the best at controlling the field. Once she is out of the prison, she can't decide when the battle ends. Heh, Luo Xingwen alone can break her rhythm."

"That's right, she deserves to be so arrogant and slapped her face."

Zhan Changfeng was only imprisoned in the light circle, and she didn't suffer any harm. While observing the flashing runes, she asked, "Is there anything else."

Luo Xingwen's eyelids twitched, and he provoked an exciting fighting spirit, "Bound by the sky net!"

The chains shot out from the rune halo wrapped around her sword and her limbs. These chains all carried the aura of suppressing and weakening people's strength.

This is not fun anymore, Zhan Changfeng swung his epee and smashed it at one of the symbols without hesitation, causing the circle of light to shatter.

Luo Xingwen couldn't believe it, "The ground is a prison!"

A circle of light came out again, Zhan Changfeng just took a step, and swung the epee in his hand again, wow!
Impossible, "Draw the ground as a prison! Zhu Luo Xingyao!"

The halo of light rose together with the dizzying starlight, Zhan Changfeng turned around and thrust out another sword.

wow.

The form of enchantment, in the final analysis, is a formation made up of runes. She doesn't know how to form enchantments or form formations, but she can break it if she can't stand it. Qimen Dunjia is the ancestor of algebra. If you can't even break a formation, then it's useless to learn.

The third step, the fourth sword, she was already close to Luo Xingwen!

"boom!"

Luo Xingwen clutched his chest and slid down the wall, reluctantly raised his eyes to look at the mark on the wall, wiped it, it seemed that he was in the same position as that Li Zhao.

"You didn't use your true energy." Luo Xingwen said complicatedly. He actually broke through his three strongest enchantment techniques with only four common swords, and hit the weak point of the enchantment every time.This can never be an accident.

Zhan Changfeng leaned on his sword and took a breath, "Then I hope you can let me use [-]% of my strength next time."

Luo Xingwen choked, and his chest hurt even more, "Thirty percent? Is fellow daoist too arrogant?"

Then Luo Xingwen saw Zhan Changfeng think about it seriously, hey, why are you thinking about it seriously.

"Thirty and a half, no more, I don't want to lie to you."

"Pfft~"

The people in the spectator room watched Luo Xingwen spit blood out of anger, what the hell, this face hits so fast, how good is your ability to control the field!

The female cultivator frowned, "Luo Xingwen's seven times, innate Dzogchen or Foundation Establishment?"

"No, Sister Qing, why are you really counting!" Guo Zirui felt that this scene was a bit crazy, "Luo Xingwen didn't even last for a quarter of an hour, but Li Zhao lasted for half an hour anyway."

"She is getting more and more relaxed with the sword, but she still can't feel her true energy." Xiang Mengfei looked at the person who reported "Shen Shi Mo Mo (15:15)", "You can go."

"But the time hasn't come yet." The monk was stared at and ran away quickly.

Xiang Mengfei obviously didn't want Zhan Changfeng to rest. No matter it was to test her or to kill her, the people present did not stop him, and were even happy to see this situation.

Over there Luo Xingwen was defeated and left, just as he picked up his nameplate from the square slot, the third monk put his own in it.

Luo Xingwen was astonished, he didn't leave just like that, but entered the observation room again under the eyes of everyone.

The third monk is a mage, he has an advantage relatively speaking, Zhan Changfeng is not very fast now because of the epee, he can hang from a distance.

So... he was grinded and lost because his vitality was exhausted.

"What did this person do? All those water polos were thrown at her, and nothing happened."

"Is it my illusion? She seems to be waiting for her opponent to use all her tricks. Damn, she's so provocative."

"I seem to see that the print of the person on the wall has deepened."

Zhan Changfeng pointed his sword at the ground, drawing a circle about three meters in diameter, and the sound of mopping the ground echoed in everyone's hearts.

"What does she mean?"

"Why did she stand in the circle, which means that she won't leave the circle in the next battle?"

"The next person has to hurry up, what the hell, I feel like I've lost my face for some reason. This person is too arrogant."

"The combat room is 1000 square meters in size. I suddenly want to know how she can attack the opponent if he is standing in the corner."

"It's such a wretched idea. It's possible for a mage, but others must fight melee."

Luo Xingwen sighed, if she couldn't get out of this circle before, he would definitely win.

Cultivator No.4 has already entered the combat room, he looked at the circle very complicated, what a pity, he is in close combat.

"Fire Palm!"

"Fire Palm!"

"Fire Palm!"

"boom!"

Zhan Changfeng was speechless, but he knew only this move.

"The imprint is a little deeper, this time it seems that it's not even half a minute."

Afterwards, she lost five people one after another, and the spectator area was very angry, "Who is the tenth, go quickly."

But no one went.

"I won't withdraw from the competition, right? According to the previous rules, it should be about five quarters you hour (18:15)."

Someone said, "I am the seven quarters of the unitary hour (18:45)."

"There are still two quarters of an hour before the fifth quarter, so it shouldn't be there yet."

"Who is the tenth person? Why is it so slow?"

"It's almost five quarters, or don't wait, go straight to the seven quarters."

The female cultivator suddenly looked at the person who claimed to be competing at the seventh quarter of the next year, "Are you a great talent?"

After she said that, everyone realized that the No. 11 person had a great accomplishment, and the first nine were all minor accomplishments.

"What's Dacheng, I'm still at the peak! Heh, it's better not to be tired and paralyzed when it's my turn." A loud shout came from behind.

Everyone was surprised, and played like this.

"Do you want you to suppress your cultivation and fight her?"

"Beyond the order? How many people has she dated?"

"The key is that I haven't seen her use any means until now, I only saw her whipping people with a sword."

"Whoever can force her to use other tricks, I will obey that person."

At this moment, the door of the fighting skill room opened, and a person ran in. The crowd could only hear the youthful voice of apology, "I'm sorry, I wasted time by rushing here from the courtyard."

This young man has a loose body, shawl hair, a forehead with a red belt on his head, a crescent white martial robe with narrow sleeves and brown leather wristbands, starry eyes and sword eyebrows, a grinning grin, very sunny and flawless.

"I'm Gongsun Mang."

　It takes a long time to play, the benches and sofas are brought up, the tea and wine are taken by yourself, and the melons and fruits are free.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)