Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 238 Fire and Snow
When Zhang Junxue walked onto the ring, the man who came first was already standing on the opposite side, holding a sword and waiting.

There is an empty and white ground, opposite is the black cloak.

Zhang Junxue entered another state in an instant.

On the way over, the woman was still bored about arguing with Pei Ye, but as soon as she stood on the ring and looked at the man waiting leisurely opposite, something more ferocious and incisive was burning from the depths. It rushed forward and burned away all other emotions.

The dark cloak was like the late night that strangled her mouth and nose, and the red sword was as thick as blood.

The first moment she stood in front of this man, the woman knew that she would never regret her previous decision.

This is what she wants to do, exchange blood for blood, exchange pain for pain, and pour the fire that burns from the knife in her heart on this person's head!
Without any preparation or prelude, there seemed to be a faint sound of a cauldron, but Zhang Junxue could no longer hear it.

The fire that had been suffocating and burning in a small dark box for decades was suddenly opened. The wind swept in the air and the flames suddenly rose up. The woman ran forward like a tiger, and the heavy knife broke a half-moon visible to the naked eye in the air!

As soon as he took action, it was the most powerful Zhang family's waist-cutting knife. The strong wind cut off the forehead of the person in front of him before the blade.

Almost half of the air in the ring was moved by her. In the few rounds in front of the woman, she had never shown such power!
Shang Huaitong also raised his eyebrows at this sudden attack. He turned the scabbard and took out his sword. The sword was swung horizontally, and the river was like an iron chain in front of him. What followed was a collision as heavy as thunder.

A tall woman with a heavy broadsword, when she attacks you with cold fury, you will feel like an old man facing a galloping horse.

In the face of such a frightening force, the man's raised sword seemed to be cast in the air. All the majesty suddenly stopped in front of this horizontal force, without any transgression.

But after Shang Huaitong's sudden pause, his body took a step back, and the transmitted power stirred up flying dust under his feet.

Zhang Junxue's eyes were lowered, and the knife in her hand was heavy, cold, and sharp. For the first time in nine months, she felt this kind of pleasure from the inside out.

Naturally, her efforts failed to break through Shang Huaitong's defense, because the resistance on the sword also increased at the same time. Therefore, the woman took advantage of the oncoming reaction force and used her arm strength to return the sword and make the first wave.

However, Shang Huaitong raised his head and gave her a look of satisfaction. He suddenly stepped aside, unloaded his sword, and accurately released his huge force towards the ground.

Zhang Junxue's sword was suddenly empty. When he exerted force, it was broken like this. Peiran's power suddenly released downwards, and the [Overlapping Waves] came to an abrupt end.

Compared with Shen Yao's painstaking efforts to find the gap between the two swords, Shang Huaitong's handling seemed effortless. He pinpointed the moment of force with unimaginable precision, and then used the most exquisite control to control the power carried on the sword without any effort. Leaked away.

This was a surprise, but for Zhang Junxue, it was a familiar kind of surprise.

Applying force and withdrawing force, launching and changing moves. Being accurately perceived by the opponent's sword, and then manipulated skillfully, this is the unique feeling of being helpless when facing a swordsman at the peak of the Clumsy Realm.

Even though the young man kept trying to persuade her to stop her, in the face of the competition training she required, he endured and worked harder than before, detailing what he could and couldn't do, what he was good at and what he was not good at at the so-called "peak of humility", etc. Taught her.

Zhang Junxue was no stranger to this kind of restraint. With a squeeze of her arm, the whistling knife came to an instant stop. It was like a runaway galloping horse being caught up by a giant man in two or two steps. With a pull of the reins, he stood up in front of the old man, neighing, and then Couldn't move any further.

What was even more astonishing then was that the woman pulled her arm, the long knife turned around, and suddenly there was wind and thunder again - the knife was actually cut from the air, and it still piled up the first wave!
The whistling sound suddenly expanded by one level.

Power, absolute and pure power, is always the simplest and most effective means of attack. Even in the Tianlou realm, it is still the key factor that affects the outcome of the battle.

And a woman who has mastered this element has the ability to win victory from anyone. Among the 120 eight people, only she can make such a knife!

What met this sword was Shang Huaitong's sword.

It was exactly the same sword as when dealing with Yingcai in the previous scene.

The goal of a man is never to simply defeat anyone. In this martial arts competition, his real enemy is only the Sword of Yusei that has been entangled with him for more than ten years, forged him, and raised him.

Therefore, without those disdainful pulls and tests, the man made his move with this terrifying sword style that enveloped the entire audience.

It's just a matter of victory or defeat.

A sword thrust out, and the woman holding Feng Lei in her hand suddenly turned gray.

The blade of the sword pierced into the field of vision, bringing about another world in an instant. The giant cocoon woven on the field turned from virtual reality, or was pulled into the virtual world. In short, the vague coolness around the body suddenly became clear. The sky became a black curtain, the crowd became the background, and the cheers became nutrients. They They all belong to the same world, and I am the only alien among them.

Then everything is squeezed towards them, and everything is taken away by them.

Zhang Junxue even felt suffocated for a moment, because the air seemed to no longer belong to her.

At this moment, she understood deeply why Yu Yingcai froze and fell in front of this sword, because her brain had begun to turn black.

They are everywhere.

Fish can't swim on the shore, and people can't survive underground. Under the heavy pressure of her heart and lungs stopping, Zhang Junxue gritted her teeth and fought hard. Pei Ran's knife didn't turn around at all, and still slashed hard at the man in front of her!

But this time, Shang Huaitong only moved his arms and easily blocked the sword with his sword.

It was obviously twice as powerful as the first sword after the overlapping waves, but this time the man did not take a step back or release any more force. With a turn of his sword blade, he pushed away the woman's sword.

It seemed like it was just a toddler's toy.

Zhang Junxue immediately understood why - everything was pulling on her, and at the same time, the whole world was sharing the weight of the man in front of her.

She had already witnessed this mystery and heard about Yi Jian from Li Mingqing, but she didn't feel the weight of this terror until she faced it head-on.

Thousands of cold, crisp strands began to wrap around her and grow into her skin. If this was the ground, the woman felt herself sinking deeper and deeper.

The body is invaded and the influence becomes more and more severe, until finally, you will completely become a part of them. At that time, you will no longer need to talk about Qi and strength, because it will no longer matter offense, defense, victory or defeat, and you will be like a genius. The dead wood fell to the ground.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, but physically, Zhang Junxue seemed not to see the result of the previous blow. She returned the knife without hesitation and continued to add to the second layer of waves.

Once the knife in his hand broke away from the man's influence and entered his control, the power above him suddenly returned and turned into a runaway horse again. Zhang Junxue felt a tearing pain in the muscles and bones of her arm, and she gritted her teeth to complete this wave.

Because the young man told her that the so-called "intention" can never really affect reality.

It just involves you, affecting your body by covering your emotional layers. If you do feel any influence, it's not really any external force, it's just yourself affecting yourself.

The "intention" state, the "intention" state, as long as the intention breaks through the state, the so-called Intention Sword will only have the "clumsy" part left.

However, even if this knowledge exists so clearly in my mind, what I hear, see, and feel in my body is still so real. It is easier said than done to break out?

Her eyes were turning black, her chest and lungs were suffocating, and her heart was being squeezed until it could no longer beat. At the same time, countless unfathomable things entangled and eroded her body. Zhang Junxue gritted her teeth and roared, and the second wave surged towards the man in front of her again. out.

The most direct way is to use force to break through the situation. As the artistic conception squeezes the mind, the emotional level of the person receiving the sword will usher in resistance and explosion. It resides in the emotion, bursts out through the sword move, and then violently collides with the "artistic" conception.

Just like Yu Yingcai's last move [shoulder cross], the woman's overlapping waves at this time was also for this purpose.

The success or failure of this move is related to the tenacity and sharpness of the sword recipient's feelings, heart, and mind, the sword wielder's grasp of the sword's intention, and the quality of the sword's intention itself.

The woman had no confidence in the comparison between these three things. The only thing she could see was that the second attempt failed again.

Facing the roaring sword, Shang Huaitong raised his sword again, but this time he didn't even block it anymore. He lightly scratched the sword with the blade, and then struck hard on the middle and rear part of the blade. Zhang Junxue felt as if she had been hit by a big mountain, her wrist was violently shaken, and she almost lost control of the heavy knife.

She has rarely experienced this feeling since she started practicing swordsmanship!
The second layer of waves became lighter in the man's hands, not even a toy, but a fallen branch from a tree.

Zhang Junxue knew that this was the result of a profound impact.

Yu Yingcai only had time to make one move, but at this time the woman had already swung out her second sword. She didn't know if she could strike again. What she felt in her body was no longer suffocation and stinging, but a gentle coolness and a quiet pulse.

Although it was his own feelings and intentions that collided with the intentions of the sword wielder, this comparison was never fair.

Intentional Sword, even if it is a simple and weak Intentional Sword, the "intention" extracted and penetrated into the sword is unique and pure enough. It is like the Netherworld at this time, and it is also like the fear of losing feathers. These are often ordinary people's emotions. It is a realm that is difficult to reach, and the sword wielder lives in the sword, and uses the strong to bully the weak, and the master to bully the guest. If you want to break through all this with anger and determination, if you can succeed easily, then the sword will not have what it has today. status.

In fact, even in the master realm, it is not common to break through the realm with one's own mind. The only thing that can really resist the Intention Sword is another Intention Sword.

But Zhang Junxue doesn't know anything related to meaning. She comes from a remote county, so she only has this anger as a basis at this time.

Her body was cold and her heart was suffocating. There was no real blow from the knife. Zhang Junxue once again restrained all the power of the second layer of waves with her body alone. Her muscles and bones were worn all over. The woman gritted her teeth and endured the pain, insisting on adding the third layer of waves. !
This was the "fourth sword" that Pei Ye could not see when he was sparring with the woman that night.

At that time, Pei Ye suddenly collapsed in front of the overlapping waves on the second floor using [Eating Leaves]. When the woman told him that there was another blow, Pei Ye was deeply shocked.

What appeared before our eyes was indeed a majestic wind and thunder!

The woman was now in her fifth life, and her threefold waves were definitely powerful enough to make her sixth life hate her.

But power is meaningless at this time, so what is really important is that the woman has been superimposing her emotions layer by layer through the accumulation of sword power!
The reason for drawing the sword must be wholehearted. When the power of the sword is accumulating, the emotions are also accumulating. When the power of the sword bursts out, the emotions will also burst out.

The moment the third layer of waves waved out, the flame in Zhang Junxue's heart suddenly expanded, drowning herself, dispelling the coldness in her body, and burning through the sky!
The flames rose up, dazzling in the silence and darkness, as if they were about to illuminate everything.

But at the next moment, it lost its determination to break through everything, and also lost its direction, not knowing where to go.

It was the sudden rise of resistance that was noticed by countless threads. The power of the entire artistic conception came up in an instant, covering, deepening, eroding, and depriving. In an instant, Zhang Junxue lost her perception of herself, and the flame suddenly lost root.

The rootless fire decays rapidly in the sway.

Everything before was just the environment's subconscious resistance to her. When this dazzling flame rose, she truly became qualified to become a tough grass in this land - countless ghost-like spirits spreading underground. , and suddenly cast a fierce gaze at its fragile roots extending underground.

Dare to resist tearing apart and competing for nutrients. How can the so-called "I am and I am" allow you and others to exist?

So everything was immediately wrapped up and isolated. She took the step that Yu Yingcai failed to take, and faced the true power of Yi Jian that he had never faced before.

Zhang Junxue lost the knife in her hand and Fenran's strength. She couldn't hear or see, and even the feeling of suffocation disappeared.

Only the fierce flame that rose up was still burning brightly in the cold darkness, attached to the woman's tenacious spirit and fed by violent emotions.

Under the heavy pressure of loneliness, the woman walked in silence for nine months, breaking up with relatives and friends, stubbornly insisting on her own opinions, and arguing with Pei Ye, a good friend who she regarded as an enlightened person. She threw away all obstacles and returned to the darkness. In order to hold this tenacious flame.

How could it be easily suffocated.

Even if the knife is no longer there, the flame is still blazing in the deepest part. She just needs some support.

A place of strength.

A piece of heart that is not deprived of this mysterious meaning, so that this flame has something to rely on, and it can explode with its due power.

Zhang Junxue searched hard in the deepest part of her love and intention, but the darkness gradually covered it, swallowing up everything, leaving few things for her to choose from.

The love between family and friends, no, it is the weakness that is most easily swallowed up; hatred and determination, no, it is the flame itself; nor is the ambition of the sword. This thing cannot come from oneself!

It must be able to stand in this situation without being affected by all the innumerable things! Let you erode the spirit and flesh, but don't touch it at all!

Then, a bit of cold white appeared in her field of vision.

The bright moon that night was like flowing jade, and the sword was like flowing water. It was so cold, so pure, so ethereal, without any thought. When the woman came back to her senses, she had already stretched out her hand to hold it.

Then a dazzling light spread out in the spirit, blooming into a realm of ice, snow and glass. This is a memory and a mark. The snow-white feathers are flying under the clear sky, and the darkness is impervious to any intrusion.

As a result, Zhang Junxue's deepest thoughts were hidden in this realm, and the blazing flame stood on it. It suddenly rose into the sky!

In the silence and oppressive darkness, the mighty heat and dazzling light suddenly broke through everything, and all kinds of knowledge and feelings suddenly returned. Zhang Junxue saw herself flying in the air, with the third wave of heavy knives folded in her hand, heading towards The man in front of me rushed away!
Fresh air poured into the nasal cavity - or in other words, they had always been there, but I had regained my feeling for them at this time, and then the coolness of the autumn wind, the rays of the high sun, and the cheers of millions of people... everything lifted the curtain.

The ethereal mood is still around him, but it's not like he has returned to the careless bystander feeling he had before the war started. Zhang Junxue clearly felt that they were still shrouding her, and those thousands of strands were still rushing towards her coldly and fiercely, but she could no longer bury herself.

She stood majestically in it, becoming a stone that it couldn't chew even with all its strength.

at this time.

Shang Huaitong was raising his arm to chop the woman's sword. This was obviously the last sword she could swing. This sword could remove her with a light slash and win the victory.

At the same moment when the woman's five senses returned, he suddenly raised his head, and a fierce light burst out in his eyes.

The woman's heavy sword came towards him like a huge wave. In an instant, he stepped back and held the sword with both hands. True energy surged out from his Dantian and penetrated into the sword in his arm. The next moment, an unstoppable force hit his sword. Shang Huaitong took five steps back in an instant. Dust stirred up under each step. He changed his stance three times in a row before he was able to get away from the sword and wear the sword. The black-cloaked body rolled back and forth, moving four feet away before standing on its heels.

Shang Huaitong took a breath, raised his eyes and looked at the woman in front of him, who was like a flame. He stretched out his palm to grasp the hilt of the sword again, and the numbness still ran through his arms.

In fact, this was not just a surprise for Shang Huaitong. At the same moment, the entire audience stood up in surprise - that artistic conception had already spread to the entire audience. Countless people were aware of it, and everyone felt its ubiquity. Against nothing.

But at this moment, they felt for the first time that it was broken open by a tenacious light.

(End of this chapter)