Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 239 Fire and Snow
On the ring, Shang Huaitong pressed his left hand on the wrist holding the sword, slowly channeling the muscles and bones and the scattered energy.

He stared straight at the woman opposite him, the blazing light in his eyes burning brightly.

The sword of Yusheng was completely blocked here by the woman.

She stood firmly in the secluded realm, holding her own roots among the myriad connections, but they were unable to do anything to her.

They want to be connected together and achieve the state of "all me", but now this is not all their world. A grass is standing here, why do you say "all me"?
This is the reason why Yusei's sword cannot penetrate.

Shang Huaitong has been blocked by it for 14 years.

"What a surprise." Shang Huaitong took a deep breath, and a low smile escaped from his throat, "I didn't expect that it would be you on this step."

He looked at the woman, and the indifference in his eyes gradually broke away, and strong emotions filled his eyes little by little, like a hungry tiger watching the stone in front of him turn into a lamb.

Everyone felt the change in this field, from a thin envelope and a quiet pervasiveness to a dangerous surge and blocked madness, like a deep pool boiling, but the lid was tightened.

Those cold, delicate and fragile strands were no longer soft and vague. They began to stir violently in the square with tens of thousands of people, like thousands of snakes dancing wildly, screaming as if they were going to tear the woman into pieces.

Zhang Junxue felt them, but didn't feel anything.

Because this heavy pressure actually fell on Shang Huaitong.

This was no longer a game he could play calmly in his own artistic conception. The woman broke through the cocoon he had weaved for three days and disrupted this artistic conception - and he had already put all his love and intention into it.

So the feedback from the Yousheng Realm directly hit his emotional level. Those roars did not come from his ears, but rose from the bottom of his heart.

They must be connected together, they must be connected together, they have been waiting for three days!
——Since you have this sword, why don't you have "all of me"? !

Amidst such endless turmoil and whistling, Shang Huaitong lowered his head, gently raised his hand and pressed it on the red line of the sword body, and drew downwards along it. Burning pain came from his fingers, and his voice was low and hoarse, as if Suppressing his breath: "Don't worry. I've already prepared it for you -"

The last word was drawn into a weird tone, with anger and excitement entangled in it at the same time. The man raised his head suddenly, and the cloak flapped like bat wings in the sudden burst of wind. The four-foot distance disappeared in the blink of an eye. Shang Huaitong The long sword drew a sharp red line, a fierce wind surrounded the body, and the true energy followed the blade, and the sword lifted up half the air!

In this arena, it was the first time people saw such a determined and violent attack from a man.

He would either walk up casually and pull the opponent down with a sheath, as if the arena was his territory that would not allow the slightest offense; or he would envelope the mysterious artistic conception and watch the opponent suffocate and sink inside, like a bored king waiting for his opponent.

But this time, he so clearly aimed all his attention at the woman opposite him, staring straight at her and drawing his sword, letting out all his emotions and strength.

And what surged out of the sheath was truly a violent and ferocious dragon.

In the previous scene, the lyricist judged him as "a dragon in a sheath". Now it seems that the person who wrote the lyrics must be a veteran of the martial arts world to have such an understanding of this true sword.

This is the most powerful sword attack on the stage since the competition started!
"Pulling Weeds"·[A Fire Burns Life]

Such a ferocious sword penetrated the air, it was extremely powerful and fast, and there was almost no time to react. When Zhang Junxue stepped back and slashed across the sword, the cold light already shone in her eyes.

There was a "clang" sound, and the air flow from the canopy told people in all directions how violent the impact was. Zhang Junxue's body suddenly tensed up, as if it had been hit into a compressed spring, but it was not broken through.

Even after taking a step back to stretch his body, his figure barely moved at all.

The woman's defense has always been impregnable, but people never expected her to perform like this - everyone clearly understands the power gap between the five lives and the six lives. Zhang Mozhu and Yang Yan are in front of Zhang Zongyuan, and Yu Yingcai is in front of Shang Huaitong. It's like a young child facing a strong man.

But for the woman, the word "power" seemed to be the most direct favor for her. The defense that Shen Yao couldn't break through, it turned out that Shang Huaitong couldn't break through it either.

But Shang Huaitong made no next move.

Zhang Junxue was waiting for his fierce attack like a storm - she barely realized it when he was four feet away. At such a close distance, the man could change his moves so quickly that she didn't know how fast he would be.

But Shang Huaitong didn't move at all, he just pressed his sword on hers without even applying any force. Zhang Junxue was stunned and lowered her head, and the bright sword revealed her face.

This is a sword made by the master of Donghai Sword Furnace. The sword body is like a calm autumn water, with only a red line drawn in the center. But of course, the red line was not drawn on it, but cast into it. That is to say, when she saw this exquisite casting, the woman realized that this sword was not over yet.

A line of fire flashed across Mingrun.

The feeling of dryness rushed towards his face. The red color was originally a solid red, but now it was so intense that it seemed to be burning. This was no illusion - the man's hand holding the sword was as red as embers.

This kind of material that is cast into the sword and can be driven to high temperatures by the true energy is the core of the sword. It took two years to make it, and it was precisely to match the man's sword moves.

The so-called "fire on the original source" of pulling out weeds.

At this time, the true energy burst out like burning in the man's body, and when it came to the sword, it was truly ignited. The true energy that suddenly exploded with scorching heat was more than twice as powerful!
The man himself was clearly not immune to such an extremely powerful swordsmanship. In fact, when the true energy exploded in his body, it had already put a huge burden on the meridians for the first time, and when he strangled it in his wrist, he was hard When the power was divided into two parts and released, the violence that came out really damaged his body.

And when he sprayed the long-awaited, explosive Qi into the long sword, it was like gunpowder suddenly meeting fire, and the first thing burned by the explosion was his arm holding the sword.

[One Fire Burns Life] is a flame that is ignited at the cost of one's life, which represents the core meaning of a man's sword skills.

Under such an explosion, the woman's indestructible sword suddenly deflected and tilted. The so-called impregnable sword was pierced by a siege crossbow arrow at this moment!
Zhang Junxue turned sideways and raised her head at the last moment. The sharp and painful sword passed in front of her, bringing a pool of boiling blood on her shoulder!

Zhang Junxue didn't even look at the wound, and she couldn't even catch the woman's gaze at the moment it was injured. The moment she tried her best to avoid her body, she struggled to regain control of the heavy knife in her hand. In addition to the piercing thrust, Fenran swung out a bright white crescent that did not fade.

Cut off the waist!

Zhang Junxue knew clearly that she didn't have many opportunities to make moves in front of this person.

Only by completely ignoring your own injuries and struggling to seize every available space, no matter whether it is small or wide, can you achieve a killing opportunity.

She could give up the opportunity to trade injury for a move just because she was calculating whether it was worth it, and then she might never have the chance to swing the sword again.

This was a life-threatening change of moves. If Shang Huaitong continued to change his moves to kill her, the sword would also fall on him. As for whether it was more serious or less serious, it just depends on their fate.

This is a common scene in fierce fighting, but the people who initiate this kind of exchange of moves are mostly weak people who are willing to die to save their lives, hoping that the other party will not trade injuries with them.

But for women, this is a sincere invitation and a real desire. She didn't care at all what kind of trauma the man's sword would cause on her body. In fact, she didn't feel any pain from the shoulder that was just injured.

At this time, she was willing to trade any injuries until she struck the man with this knife. When Shang Huaitong glanced back, the cold ferocity in his eyes was no less than that of a woman.

He actually changed his moves and slashed again!
The long sword suddenly pulled back. It was clear that the explosion was not coming to an end yet, but it was already tightly strangled by the man, and he was ordered to come back with a thrilling second move.

【Two Fires to Enlighten One's Life】

Different from ordinary swordsmanship in which the sword moves increase from weak to strong, the first move of Shang Huaitong's swordsmanship is a decisive burst, as if to open up a path and ignite the long sword, but when it comes to the second move, there is nothing. It exploded, leaving only flames.

But the flame burned long-lasting and steadily in the sword. It is conceivable that in many subsequent swords, women had to face this kind of powerful and hot Qi.

At this time, the sword whirled with alarm, and the long sword cut the woman's side again, and the wound was deep enough to show the bone.

But there was no change of tactics.

After the sword brought up the second wave of blood, it traced a mysterious and exquisite trajectory. The distance and angle were calculated by the man just right. In the extremely narrow gap, the trajectory of the long sword in his hand did not deviate at all.

When it returned sideways to its side, the light of the sword struck by Peiran just reached the shoulder.

There was a "zheng" sound, and even with the strength of one arm, the woman's heavy sword was still shocking enough. She pressed the sword and fell straight to her shoulder, but the man's sword only stopped her for a moment, and then his body left the original position first. land.

Without wasting any extra strength, the sword was removed from under her in the next moment. Shang Huaitong stared at the woman, and the third move came rushing in without leaving any chance to breathe.

It was the proud move that won Sui Zaihua’s nod at the Luzhou Poetry Conference, [Three Fires Concealing Fate].

This move is extremely thrilling and twists and turns, it is launched first, then closed and then launched again, and each section has a completely different temperament, but all of them are murderous.

A sword suddenly hit Zhang Junxue's throat. It was as unstoppable as an army of thousands of cavalry. The woman hurriedly raised her head and raised her arm to pick up the sword, and the surging true energy filled her arms.

She mustered up all her strength - if she didn't defend this sword with all her strength, it would be impossible to hold it.

But when her long sword was fully charged, the opponent's long sword suddenly retracted, vacating the position at the peak of the fight.

This is the essence of the first turn of [Three Fires Hidden Life]. The sword retreats and the sword advances. The sword's advance has passed its peak momentum, but the sword's retreat is to accumulate stronger power.

In the next section, Tangtang Modang's explosion will break the tail of the sword. This is definitely a sword that is enough to stop Zhang Junxue.

If she hadn't seen it before.

At the poetry meeting that day, she sat behind Cui Yu. From the moment Shang Huai Tong came on stage, the woman's bright eyes never left the scene for a moment.

Two hundred people saw this sword, but no one saw it more carefully than she did, and no one spent the following days and nights taking it apart and copying it in detail like she did.

When this sword appeared in front of her, it was the moment she had been waiting for!

The knife in her hand had never reached its peak, because she had no intention of using the knife there.

She wasn't even planning to block.

The moment she saw this familiar stance, the woman immediately stretched out her sword and raised her eyes, directly looking at the second section of the sword.

This is of course a guess, and of course it is a bet. No one can guarantee that the man's first move must be a feint, but this is the belief that women hold - if there is a knife, use it!

But at this time, she did win the bet. When facing Shen Yao, the straight waves that relied on her muscles and bones once again showed great power. The moment Shang Huaitong temporarily sheathed his sword, the sword was already facing him. Cut up.

When the sword retreats and the sword advances, sometimes it temporarily avoids the sharp edge, and sometimes it is defeated and unable to withstand it.

This knife collided with Shang Huaitong's retracted dagger, instantly breaking the man's posture. It was not the artistic conception at this time, her strength was not inferior, the sword was on the first wave again, and the most important thing was that Shang Huaitong was not on defense at this time.

But the next moment, no injuries appeared.

Facing this knife, Shang Huaitong, who was knocked out of his posture, was neither panic nor calm. There was only the ferocity in his eyes like a wounded tiger.

The third part still roared loudly, and before the woman could reach her body with the sword, the long sword hit the woman's blade again.

No matter what, he is faster than the woman.

But this last "shot" lost the support of the first two sections, and no longer had the majestic power to break through everything. When it collided with the woman's blade, it fell apart again.

But the woman's sword power is still there.

He was about to cut a bloody mark on Shang Huaitong's body.

But Zhang Junxue did not continue to slash, but the sword suddenly turned around.

At this time, most of the sword's power had been removed, and it was unable to cause any noticeable injuries. However, such a legitimate collision was the best stepping stone for Die Lang. In fact, she has never had such an opportunity since the beginning of this battle. Every time, she used the strength of her muscles and bones to forcefully move the waves.

Now, an upright circle of overlapping waves appeared on the field, and the second layer of overlapping waves came with wind and thunder, but Shang Huaitong's scattered posture had just recovered.

The rhythm of the battle came to the woman's hands.

In fact, Shang Huaitong should not have made the move just now, let alone follow the usual sequence of one shot, two, and three. He clearly knew that this sword had been seen by the woman.

But at this time, it seemed that he could no longer reason with the man, and the restlessness in his eyes was extremely depressed. When he chose this way of connecting feelings, this was the process he had to go through.

As Gu Yunfu said, "Even if you know the path, this is not an easy threshold to cross." Shang Huaitong knows this very clearly.

Therefore, he must deeply combine his own will, Yu Sheng's will and the situation in the ring. Only when the repression is heavy enough and the desire is strong enough, can it be completely broken through when it is achieved. Cross the threshold and penetrate this will sword!
And this process tests men, just like putting their minds in hell.

Shang Huaitong gritted his teeth and raised his head. The woman in front of him was about to be chopped off on the head, and his eyes were filled with intense redness.

(End of this chapter)