Qingyun Nvxianlu

Chapter 90 Losing the Skill?
This is the time when a person's ability to fight can be seen the most.

Zuoqiu didn't panic, nor did he lose his sense of proportion to attack randomly, but calmly sensed the spiritual energy around him.

In his opinion, although the body can be hidden, once the opponent makes a move, it will definitely lead to the fluctuation of the spiritual energy. At this time, it is better to defend than to attack.

The people in the audience were also quiet for a while, for fear that some noise would interfere with Zuo Qiuwu's judgment.

One is a Taoist genius, the other is a demon saint, the enemy and us are still very clear in their hearts.

At this time, a white hand suddenly appeared behind Zuo Qiuwu, and when the sharp fingertips were about to touch his neck, Zuo Qiuwu suddenly turned around, but the hand disappeared again.

It seems that the magic weapon on Cen Yehua's body is also limited, and once he launches an attack, part of his body will be revealed.

Zuoqiu Wuxin breathed a sigh of relief. He used his spiritual power to form a protective shield on the surface of his body, and then the big knife in his hand drew an arc around his body.

"boom"

The spiritual power exploded wherever he passed, but there was no sign of Cen Yehua.

This... If the opponent never shows up, how will they fight?
Not to mention Zuo Qiu Wu's grievances, even the bystanders were speechless for a while.

Some people even think that the demon saints are exaggerating.

The invisible Cen Yehua doesn't care about this. In her opinion, all battles have only the beginning and the result. As for the process, only those hypocrites in Taoism will do those flashy things.

The fish is already a trapped beast, so it's time to close the net.

Cen Yehua smiled sinisterly with red lips, and silently chanted a spell in his mouth, and a cloud of gray mist suddenly appeared on the stage.

As soon as she made a move, Zuoqiu's lack of consciousness immediately locked her position, and Lei Lingli, which was ready to go, rushed towards Cen Yehua's position.

"boom!"

"Boom!"

At the moment when his thunder spirit power was released, the air of the entire arena suddenly burst into bursts of explosions as if the thunderbolts were ignited.

Cen Yehua finally showed his figure on the edge of the shaking ring, and the smile on his face was so unsatisfactory.

Such a dense sulphur mist, it would be fine if it was not ignited. At the same time, it was detonated by the lightning attribute spiritual power. Its power can be imagined.

This trick is perfect for Zuo Qiuwu, if other monks with spiritual roots can't achieve such an effect.

"cough, cough, cough"

The smile on Cen Yehua's face froze.

How can it be?

The black figure in the thick fog slowly became clear, it was Zuo Qiuwu.

It's just that he looked really embarrassed at this time. The black Taoist robe on his body was torn a few holes, his hair was messed up, and a faint trace of blood could be seen at the corner of his mouth, obviously suffering a serious injury.

"Hey, you are so lucky!"

Seeing that the other party was not dead, Cen Yehua was not very surprised, but the other party seemed to still have the strength to stand, which was somewhat unexpected to her.

Zuo Qiu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with no index finger, thrust the big knife against the ground, and propped up his elbow, he jumped into the sky, and actually raised his leg and kicked towards Cen Yehua.

Fa Xiu can still fight like this, isn't this a move of Ti Xiu?

Cen Yehua was also taken aback by his series of actions, and didn't want to let her, who was close to him, take a few steps back.

Zuoqiu didn't miss a single foot, and his toes were lightly tapped, but he was clearly in the air, but he seemed to have kicked the real thing to take advantage of it. Instead, his body that was supposed to fall rose a little bit, and swooped towards Cen Yehua.

Cen Yehua smiled coldly, since you insisted on coming, let's see what tricks you can come up with.

She did not retreat this time, the long whip in her hand was pulled together under the urging of spiritual power, forming a large net shape full of barbs suspended above her body, just waiting for the opponent to throw himself in the net.

Zuo Qiu Wu condensed the spiritual energy in his hands and swooped to meet the big net. At the moment when the spiritual energy of the two sides collided, Cen Yehua felt his hands numb, and his heart sank.

It's now!

Zuoqiu Wuxiu is a high-level foundation building, and logically it is not as good as Cen Yehua's spiritual power alone, but at this moment, the momentum on his body suddenly skyrocketed, directly pressing Cen Yehua to kneel down on one knee.

At the same time, he recited the formula in his mouth, and the blood-stained sword that had been inserted in the ring was controlled by his consciousness and shot straight to Cen Yehua's back.

Just when the big knife was about to touch Cen Yehua, a crisp female voice entered Zuo Qiuwu's ears.

"Nephew Qiu Wu, be careful!"

Zuoqiu had no time to look at people, but he could hear the voice of his sect elders, his mind flickered, the consciousness that controlled the blood-stained consciousness was half a beat slower, and the skyrocketing cultivation base also began to fall due to the timeout.

Cen Yehua obviously felt that the spiritual power of the Dao holding on her head was weakening. Her eyes flashed, and the blue veins on the back of her hands bulged. Almost at the same time as she avoided the blood-stained knife sideways, the barbs on the big net penetrated deeply into Zuoqiu. Wu's palm, and then slammed it hard.

"boom!"

In an instant, the audience fell silent.

Just when the whip in Cen Yehua's hand was about to wrap around Zuo Qiuwu's neck, a woman suddenly landed on the ring and grabbed Cen Yehua's whip.

"This is my Taoist cultivation site, how can you be presumptuous."

Saying that, he let go of his long whip.

Cen Yehua staggered, looked at the Taoist Ningdan who was helping Zuo Qiuwu with a mocking smile: "If I knew that hitting a small one would attract an old man, I would consider changing my opponent at first, tsk tsk."

Hearing this, the anger in Sang Xing'er's eyes flashed, and her tone became a little colder: "It's better not to be too much of a saint."

Cen Yehua stared at her for a while, spit out a word of nosy, and then took the magic weapon and left.

Sang Xing'er didn't care about Cen Yehua who was leaving, she took out a nourishing pill and gave it to Zuo Qiu Wu, and then her eyes fell on his palms that were directly pierced by the spikes. She moved for a while, and then took out A recovery pill.

However, the recovery pill that could restore all trauma was ineffective at this time, and Zuo Qiuwu's palm did not even recover, even the blood did not stop.

Under the stage, Fu Yu's heart was stunned. She could see strands of black mist seeping from the wound on Zuo Qiuwu's palm. It seemed that the barb on Cen Yehua's long whip was not simple.

Sang Xing'er saw Zuo Qiu Wu staring blankly at her hands without saying a word, then sighed and helped him onto the flying instrument.

Until the two walked far away, everyone did not recover from this accident.

What happened, Zuo Qiuwu clearly gained the upper hand, why did he suddenly lose, and if it wasn't for the elders of Zongli, he would have almost lost his life.

"It seems that this Cen Yehua is indeed well-deserved."

"That's right, all the disciples of True Monarch Baiyi lost."

"Ugh--"

Hearing the crowd sigh and leave, Fu Yu's eyes flashed.

Did Zuoqiu Wu really lose to Cen Yehua?
The brothers and sisters just watched that fight, and they were still defeated by Dao Xiu, and they were silent for a while.

At this moment, Shang Qi's communication talisman lit up, he quickly connected, and a strange man's voice came from inside.

"Do you want to rent a dormitory, fellow Daoist?"

A few people who heard the voice were overjoyed, and the place where they settled down has fallen.

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