Sitting and forgetting longevity

Chapter 78 The Cruelty of Dabi

Sikong Xinming played eight games in a row. Although he didn't use much effort in a few games, his spiritual power became less and less.The gap in the middle is too short, and the bit of spiritual power recovered is only a drop in the bucket.

His heart sank, and there was the last game below, and he didn't know who the opponent was.But he couldn't put all his hopes on another low-level disciple.This is not the usual sparring, this is the wheel battle!He must end this battle as soon as possible!
Liu Qinghuan looked at the gold brick with a bit of heart, it was interesting!He didn't expect this kind of magic weapon to be so useful, and he wanted to find one.This is also the thought of many cultivators present. Holding a brick and catching someone to death, it is enjoyable to think about it.

But Sikong Xinming finally won.He caught one of Qin Lingling's flaws, a spirit sword wrapped around the golden brick, and the other spirit sword broke through Qin Lingling's protective shield at a lightning-fast speed, and landed on her slender and beautiful neck.

Victory is victory, but Sikong Xinming knows that his spiritual power is less than [-]%!He was fully expecting that the opponent in the next match would be weaker, but the figure of the young male cultivator who flew to the stage completely broke his last chance.

I saw that the male cultivator's black sect clothes, like Sikong Xinming, had the symbol of a spirit sword.

Sikong Xinming smiled bitterly: "Senior Brother Lu..."

The person who came was Lu Enming, his expression was cold, and under his sword-like eyebrows, a pair of chilling star eyes did not see any warmth.His cultivation base has reached the peak of the ninth level of Qi training, which is higher than Sikong Xinming.But this is not the point. Sikong Xinming has never fully evaluated a person's true strength based on the level of cultivation, but Lu Enming is another situation.

Mo Xiefeng's main practice method is "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code", which is passed down from the Wuji Sword Master of the Wenshi School 4 years ago.This powerful man who wiped out the entire Eastern Desolate Continent with a single sword, "Canghai Luosheng Sword Code" is his technique.

Wen Shi School is known as the highest in the world of immortality, not only because it has the most high-level monks, but also in many aspects.The Wen Shi Sect has never cherished the disciples of this sect. Not only do they pass on a large number of precious and unreliable books in the Gong Building, they can be transcribed at will with only the sect’s contribution points (not allowed to be spread outside the sect), and the main practice methods of the eight major peaks are , all from the famous spiritual monks in the history of Wen Shi School.

For example, Zhulinshan's "Bamboo Heart Planting Swordsmanship" comes from the self-created skills of Wenxiao Taizun 2 years ago. The difficulty of "Bamboo Heart Kind of Swordsmanship" is already extraordinary, and "Canghai Luosheng Sword Manual" can also be imagined.

As for Lu Enming, he has already cultivated "Canghai Luosheng Sword Canon" to the second level, which is a level that can only be achieved in the Foundation Establishment period!
Sikong Xinming never thought that he would be so unlucky, and finally met Lu Enming.If his spiritual power was at its peak, he would still be able to fight, but now...

But Sikong Xinming didn't just admit defeat.Although he worked hard until the tenth round, and saw that he was in vain, he cast aside all unnecessary emotions and his eyes became full of war.He clenched his hands into fists, then slowly loosened them, bent down together, and said firmly, "I also ask Senior Brother Lu to enlighten me!"

Liu Qinghuan watched Sikong Xinming fight until the last trace of spiritual power with awe, and everyone was shocked.The original sound of laughter disappeared, and the disciples of the Wen Shi faction who surrounded the sixth platform silently watched the two sword cultivators on the stage open and close, and the sword qi was up and down, until Si Kong Xinming was defeated and stepped down.

Many girls shed tears, watching Sikong Xinming's lonely and distant figure choked and unable to speak.

Everyone deeply understands the cruelty of this competition. The ten wheel battles are not only a test of cultivation and spiritual power, but also a test of the cultivator's willpower.

It is so difficult to squeeze into the top [-] from thousands of people!Many disciples who were originally full of self-confidence felt like a mountain was crushed in their hearts, and their minds were heavy.

Liu Qinghuan stood quietly in the crowd, watching Lu Enming's progress all the way to break through, and he won ten victories.At this point, the first disciple of the sixth stage to advance to the next round appeared.

After dozens of battles, people on the battle platform went up and down, but no one who surpassed the five battles appeared, and many of them were disciples of the ninth level of Qi practice.Some of them played too hard in the previous game. Although they won a terrible victory, they were eliminated in the next game. Some of the opponents they encountered were not tepid, but their spiritual power was continuously consumed, and they played a few games. Then there is no more power to fight, only helpless defeat.

Liu Qinghuan frowned tightly, her face darkened, she walked to a place with fewer people without saying a word, closed her eyes and adjusted her breath.In the middle, I only took a look when Bai Fengming was on stage for the competition, and then he was completely speechless.

Bai Fengming was lucky, when it was his turn, there was no opponent who was above the eighth level of Qi practice.He stood on the stage, holding the big shell, with a habit of smiling, and won ten consecutive victories without any effort.

"Damn! Why didn't I draw number 43!" Someone in the audience complained.

"Yeah, who is this idiot? I want to be beaten when I see it!"

Anyone who knows, quickly spread the word about Bai Fengming's long-term anti-sky spiritual luck with the people around him. So far, Bai Fengming's reputation has grown!
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The cultivator on the sixth stage had already won four games. Seeing his opponent walk down the stage in dejection, he was secretly proud and hoped that the next opponent would also have a lower cultivation base than him, so that he could save more spiritual power and use Cope with the next few matches.

"No. 59 enters the field." The middle-aged Foundation Establishment cultivator shouted.

He saw a disciple of the eighth level of Qi practice flying onto the stage.Fortunately, although he is on the same level as him, he believes that with his fierce attack, the other party will soon be able to step down.

The man introduced himself. He nodded casually, without listening carefully. With a wave of his hand, he drew out his great golden sword and slashed directly at the opponent.

The other party was wearing two or three layers of protective shields, and stood there dumbfounded, not knowing how to move.He curled the corners of his mouth, but before he could laugh that sarcastic smile, his face froze!

Just for a moment, the spiritual hood suddenly flashed, and before he could understand what was going on, he felt a slight pain in his eyebrows!
The two eyeballs converged in the middle, only to find a needle so thin that it was almost invisible, hanging an inch in front of his eyebrows!
The needle didn't touch him one bit, but the sharp aura pierced a bit of the skin between the eyebrows, and a bit of dark red blood slowly seeped out.

He is stupid!Only then did he realize that there was a very small hole in his spiritual power hood, which was being quickly closed.

Liu Qinghuan stood on the spot and looked at the male cultivator on the opposite side for a while, before stepping down dejectedly after being reminded by the middle-aged cultivator.

Everyone in the audience was also dumbfounded. They didn't expect the battle to end so quickly. Someone who had just lost their minds and didn't pay attention to the battle asked, "What's going on? The battle is over?"

"That disciple of Zhulin Mountain won." Someone murmured to him, but looked at Liu Qinghuan in disbelief.

"What? So fast?" the person who asked shouted: "I really only blinked just now!"

"NO.60 is on stage."

Another male cultivator with eighth-level Qi practice Fei came to the stage. He just blinked, but he didn't see how the man was defeated.He put on the protective cover first, thought about it, and took a picture of the iron armor on his body.

Everyone under the stage stared blankly at the stage this time, and those who wanted to blink also resisted.

(End of this chapter)