Food Fairy Lord

Chapter 240 Fire and Snow (Part [-])
  In the stands, almost all the spectators felt the abnormal restlessness and saw the high threshold.

It was a dead cliff, and when the sword reached this point, it choked the throat with its restraint.

The quiet fairy spirit was blocked in front of this cliff. The shadow of the mountain was cast down, and the original thoroughfare was no longer open to it.

This is an intuitive feeling that comes directly from this artistic conception. Many people - even those who have never practiced swordsmanship or practice - have directly realized that this sword has not been completed.

It's trapped here.

What Mr. Shang was holding turned out to be a half-used sword.

So what should the peak it should reach look like?
  Everyone's heart seemed to be slowly lifted up, as if the lofty invisible mountain had been pressed in front of them.

On the stage, Shang Huaitong took a deep breath.

For him, the first step in reshaping a mountain is to bear its weight.

Now it seems that the roles of the two parties have been reversed. Zhang Junxue has escaped from the secluded realm, but Shang Huaitong has fallen into it.

In other words, it was precisely because Zhang Junxue firmly stepped on a foothold that belonged to her in this realm that all the waves that were caused poured back towards Shang Huaitong.

The man looked at the heavy sword approaching in front of him, feeling the feedback from this realm to the previous three moves. His emotions became more and more impatient, and the mountain shadow became heavier.

He raised his arm and raised his sword, and the burning Qi was immediately poured into it.

The corners of Shang Huaitong's mouth curved slightly, and under his manic eyes, he gasped in a low voice: "Don't worry."

The scattered posture, facing the mountain-like heavy sword, should have been a struggling support, but Shang Huaitong's sword was like four fierce fires!
  Zhang Jun came with snow-capped eyes, eyebrows raised, and the second layer of the waves hit the man without any cuts. However, the man didn't care about this powerful power, nor did he care about his uneven posture. He ended up in [Three Fires Hidden Fate] In the blink of an eye, the fourth move was launched from the sword.

The sword hit the sword four times.

The four blows were strong and fast. In an instant, at four angles and four points, when the man stopped his sword, the four impacts connected into a long "clang". The heavy knife struck by Zhang Junxue was like a feather catching the strong wind. After stopping suddenly, it suddenly hit her body back.

For the first time, someone did not block or resolve the second wave, but faced it with an equally violent sword attack and forcefully broke through it.

"Weeding Chapter" No. [-]·【Four Fires Give Life】.

Although the sword move is powerful enough, it is also because the strength and true energy of a man's six lifetimes are enough to sustain the blow even in a hurry.

He doesn't need to unload the first layer of waves at all.

It is amazing enough that Zhang Junxue's power can fill the gap between five and six, how could she still want to use this to suppress the man?

The initiative that he thought he had in his hands turned out to be something that the man had no intention of fighting for.

Between the forward and backward moves, both sides seemed to have misjudged one after another, but at this time, the emotions of both sides were indeed at their peak, and their rationality was being suppressed at the bottom, because this was not just a competition of skills in the ring, but behind the victory and defeat, What is at stake are their futures and old grudges.

You want to fly into the sky, I want to drown you in the mud!

Because of this, Zhang Junxue gave up the opportunity to inflict a slight injury on the man, and instead gathered her strength to hit him with the heaviest knife.

So at this time, there was no chance of even minor injuries.

The four swords collided with the woman's blade. Shang Huaitong put his face in front of Zhang Junxue, looked at her coldly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't disturb me."

In a one-on-one arena, this is obviously a very strange statement. But Zhang Junxue had no intention of thinking about the meaning. The moment this face came up against her, the redness in her eyes became even thicker than that of Shang Huaitong!
  The woman's throat sounded like steel: "Fuck you——"

The sound suddenly stopped, and the force of the collision pressed her knife against her chest, and her body was suddenly knocked back.

The power of this blow was comparable to that of the first wave. The woman could have used her arm strength to stop most of it. However, under the agitation of her muscles, the momentum of this knife doubled again. Zhang Junxue twisted around and tried her best to avoid it, but still He was hit in the chest by the hilt of the knife.

This was the price of her own choice. Everyone followed the knife and fell three feet away in a messy posture. Zhang Junxue held down the knife, held her mouth and coughed, then she opened her mouth and a mouthful of blood came out. .

The only gain is that in this process, the power of the knife in the woman's hand gradually weakens and fades away in a smooth trend. She tried her best to straighten her posture and raised her head, with obvious pain on her face, but her eyes were still staring at the man like a wolf.

But Shang Huaitong didn't look at her, nor did he attack immediately. He just looked down at the sword in his hand. After a moment, he looked at the woman who had adjusted her posture and murmured softly: "Fifth posture"

Five ferocious flames suddenly burst out from deep inside his organs.

They gathered in one arm, and then exploded more violently through the long sword, and Shang Huaitong swept forward like a fierce tiger.

From this position onwards, the woman completely lost her ability to hold the frame.

The body that had just adjusted its posture could only hurriedly draw the sword, but without the increase of Die Lang, it was impossible to resist this sword that was heavier and more ferocious than any previous moves by relying only on the energy and strength.

【Five fires according to destiny】

Originating from the five internal organs of the heart, lungs, spleen, liver and kidneys, the five forces are combined and are the majestic external force bursting out from within.

The heavy sword lying across Zhang Junxue's chest instantly collapsed, her posture dispersed, and the heavy sword hit her chest again.

The injury she had suffered just now was hit hard again. The woman groaned, opened her mouth and spat out a large mouthful of bright red blood on the blade.

A series of exclamations sounded from the stands in all directions - this is definitely a situation that can end the competition!
  Gu Guang's face no longer showed any gentleness, it was as tense as an iron face, and the Zhang family was also in oppressive silence. On the high platform, the officials stopped discussing at some point. It was obvious that the violence of both sides' moves exceeded any previous fight, and it was no longer a competition that could be easily watched.

Under the ring, Yang Yan was holding the hilt of the knife. When Zhang Junxue was knocked away by a sword, his expression tightened. When the shocking mouthful of blood spat out, the young man was even more heartbroken. He turned his head and was careful. He looked at the people around him.

Pei Ye's face was expressionless, the corners of his mouth pursed into a sharp straight line, and he was so quiet that it was scary.

In fact, Yang Yan had never seen his two-year-old brother really angry. Sometimes he would be a little unhappy, but he never really got to the point of being "angry" - even when he faced the old man in the martial arts field that night. Thief, he didn't show much anger either.

But now Yang Yan really felt the buried violence. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to speak, so he remained silent in the end.

on the ring.

The war is still going on.

Even though the superiority has been clearly revealed and the competition can be ended, neither side has obviously considered this possibility. In this game, it seems that one person must lie down.

After this move, Shang Huaitong stopped his sword again.

He either wanted to take a breather under the heavy pressure, or he was not in a hurry to seize the gap and send the sword into the woman's throat or chest - defeating the woman's defense with his powerful sword seemed to be the man's goal itself.

And many people in the stands really felt the change in the artistic conception at this time. In the audience, those things that were originally dim and now violent were rising layer by layer with every move of Shang Huaitong. It accumulated towards the man, and now most of it was gone.

You can imagine how heavy it is.

But even under the pressure of a mountain in the realm of Yousheng, facing the woman's almost life-saving resistance, the man's sword still pushed forward unstoppably. However, after a few moves, Zhang Junxue completely lost the chance to reorganize the waves and became helpless. No power to fight back.

The woman standing leaning on the knife was breathing heavily, the blood in the corner of her mouth was not stopping, and her muscles and bones seemed to be trembling with overwhelming force, but Shang Huaitong did not look at her again. He lowered his head, as if he could not bear the weight of the "meanings" that were piled up on him. He stared at the sword in his hand and murmured: "The sixth form [Six Fires Manifesting Destiny]."

Once again the movement was like fierce fire.

The dazzling fire fiercely flooded the field of vision, and Zhang Junxue's eyes were filled with this sword.

But at this time, she had lost all her means. She could only hold on to the wounded body and raise the knife, and once again relied on her ghost-like muscles and bones to withstand the heavy blow that another person could no longer withstand.

"Fate" is the fuel, and "fire" is the offensive. After the first move ignites the explosive flame, all the man's subsequent attacks are based on this blazing fire. At this time, the six swords are drawn into six streams of flames. , almost completely enveloped the woman, and when she spat it out, her body was already mutilated again.

More threads came towards Shang Huaitong. These moves were like summons, and the subsequent backlog was like waiting.

This time, everyone saw that the man was overwhelmed.

No longer just hanging his head, his shoulders were also slumped. Shang Huaitong breathed heavily, stopped his sword in front of him, and stared at the ground with wide eyes.

He stood under the cliff with a full set of swords, facing their waiting eyes, telling them with every move - we will climb over it in the next moment!
  This kind of complaint has been made six times.

Almost all the threads gathered around this blockage, looking at this gap, waiting for the passage promised by the man.

At this time, it is the most difficult obstacle to learn this Yousheng sword.

He has to carry the entire artistic conception on his back to build this bridge. The difficulty is not in "connecting" but in "carrying".

If he wanted to remove the woman in front of him, he could only do so within five moves. [Die Lang] is certainly enough to cause harm to him, and may even be fatal, but he will penetrate the woman's throat faster and more irresistibly.

A not-so-waste fifth life among a group of wastes, what a joke.

His real enemy has always been this swordsmanship.

All along, his only worry was that he would not be able to bear the weight of the entire artistic conception. Before the "penetration" could occur, he would lose the qualification to complete it.

But at this time, with his spirit already approaching the limit, Shang Huaitong raised his head with his sword in hand, and a clear smile appeared on his lips under his red eyes.

As each sword ended, he had been feeling and calculating, and the situation became clear at this time.

——Only the last sword was left, and he clearly felt that between the limits, his spirit still had enough room to carry the remaining strands.

If he can withstand this secluded world, then just defeat her.

Shang Huaitong's cheeks were clenched tightly by his clenched teeth. He raised his head, let out a breath of turbid air from his nose, and stretched the arm holding the sword again.

The seventh form——

He suddenly turned his head back, and the wind suddenly tightened in front of him.

As long as you give the woman half a breath to breathe, she will immediately give you a sword light that is as violent as before!
  Zhang Junxue could also clearly feel that the entire artistic conception was pouring towards the man. That was the process of him controlling them, but at the same time he had to bear the weight.

This is of course an opportunity to make a move, and there is an opportunity to make a move at this time.

She has no fancy skills, and she doesn't know any more tricks. She still uses all the strength of her muscles and bones. Even if she is bloody and injured, she still cuts it out without any compromise with a [cut to the waist]!

Shang Huaitong just looked at her expressionlessly, paused for a moment, and then murmured what was in his heart: "The seventh posture."

The long sword suddenly rose.

It was in front of this sword that many people suddenly discovered that the man seemed to be using his "Weeding Chapter" non-stop.

Not even a little out of order.

He would rather suffer a loss and complete the [Three Fires Hidden Life].

No matter Zhang Junxue was attacking or defending, strong or weak, he kept advancing his sword style in this way, and by the way, Zhang Junxue was put into a tragic situation.

In his eyes, the woman seemed to be just a wooden figure for him to use his sword, a tool to join the sword.

It was precisely because of her presence that the path forward blocked by the Sword of Yusheng was exposed, and this was exactly the purpose of the man waiting and looking for a tough grass.

——If you don’t support this wound for me, how can I suture it?

At this time, of course, that is still the case.

Chapter [-] of "Pulling Weeds", [Seven Fires Have No Life].

Without any surprise, Zhang Junxue's heavy sword was shattered by this move, and his arm swung out of an out-of-control circle.

At the same time, what suffered another serious injury was her already extremely exhausted body.

In "Pulling Weeds", every move is a violent and unrelenting sword attack. At this point, it has reached its peak.

The sword was struck open, and the empty door in front of Zhang Junxue was exposed. However, as before, Shang Huaitong did not thrust the sword into it.

On the ring, he stopped his sword and became quiet.

Everyone felt something.

At this moment, with the release of the seventh sword, the last threads gathered towards him, and the entire artistic conception was really completely tied to him.

The emotion and intention contained in "The Weeding Chapter" are now completely integrated into the Sword of Yusei.

The most difficult "carrying" has been completed, so the next step is to "penetrate" with a single sword.

The heavy thoughts pressed Shang Huaitong's mind to the point of suffocation, but his mouth opened in a heavy breath. The man was not afraid to express his joy and joy at this time. Before closing his eyes, he He glanced at the high platform first, and when he looked back, he glanced at the expressionless Pei Ye below the stage.

Then he closed his eyes and murmured softly. Those words could not be heard clearly, but the man's mind had already sunk into them, and everyone felt that there was something connecting and casting in the artistic conception.

When he was doing this, all his attention, including his hearing, was of course placed on Zhang Junxue.

The sword in the seventh move was already more powerful than the first six moves. He deliberately moved towards hurting and repelling people. The woman staggered back at this moment. Although the flying arm sword had returned to normal, her body was overwhelmed. The ground was trembling, and the next moment she would not be standing still, but would be kneeling with a knife in her hand.

Because at this critical moment, Shang Huaitong didn't want to take her knife again.

He has no extra sword left for her. Seven moves have been passed. Repeated sword moves will leave excess emotions in the artistic conception. More importantly, this artistic conception will be disturbed again - he absolutely cannot bear the eighth sword again. .

He also has no extra energy. Controlling the secluded realm has stretched his emotions and thoughts to the extreme. Connecting and casting those light points is a task that requires immersion.

So the rest of his attention has been on the woman, like a snake swallowing its prey, alert to the surrounding disturbances.

But as expected, an accident happened.

He opened his eyes - the woman did not fall down.

The sword that he thought was a serious blow didn't seem to cause much damage to this woman at all. Her muscles and bones were so strong that they seemed to be made of iron and stone.

At this time, the change in artistic conception and the heavy pressure he experienced were clearly exposed in the woman's eyes.

So, the moment the retreat stopped, Zhang Junxue stepped on the ground and rushed towards Shang Huaitong again, even though the energy and blood surging in his body had not been adjusted at all.

The sword slashed down with all his might!

Shang Huaitong looked at the flying sword, sighed softly, stepped back, crossed his arms, and raised his sword. The sound of "clang" seemed to reappear at the beginning of the scene. The big lock crossed the river and did not move at all. Zhang Junxue's heavy sword was firmly stopped on the sword.

From this distance, the woman heard Shang Huaitong's breathy murmur: "Follow your orders."

He is still sorting out the realm of Yousheng.

Shang Huaitong is unwilling to interact with women at this time, because it is an unnecessary burden, and it does not mean that he is now a balloon that will burst as soon as it is poked.

If he really had to put himself in such a dangerous situation that he couldn't even deal with a knife, it would be impossible for the woman to stand here - he would definitely remove at least one of her legs and arms first.

The unfinished realm of Yousheng has indeed restrained him, and now is indeed the time when he is most vulnerable, but facing Zhang Junxue at this time, this vulnerability is also an iron wall.

Even if the pressure is extremely heavy, even if he does not dare to use any sword, the foundation of the six lives is there - in fact, if the woman strikes with all her strength like this, he can deal with it calmly ten times again.

As for stacking waves, of course she could stack them, but it was too late.

He could complete this connection in just two breaths, and she could only use one sword at most.

That is, the knife that he is now firmly stopping in the air.

He yelled and exerted his strength, slashing his sword to push the woman away, but the woman did not move.

Shang Huaitong was startled.

This strength disappeared without a trace like a mud cow entering the sea.

But immediately he realized that it was not, it was swallowed up by a huge and terrifying force!

Shang Huaitong's eyes suddenly shrank to the extreme.

Fierce, mountain-like power poured down from the sword, and the Hengjiang Iron Lock collapsed like rotten wood in an instant. Under this sword, Shang Huaitong's arms were as soft as his face!
  Since the beginning of the war, he has never encountered such a huge force!
  Zhang Junxue's body has stopped trembling, or in other words, the trembling is being exported outward. Her mouth was bleeding, her eyes were burnt red, and she was breathing heavily, but she no longer looked overwhelmed.

The so-called "heavy burden" refers to the four layers of waves that have been tightly restrained and restrained in her body.

Compared with "Plucking the Grass", which Shang Huaitong kept advancing at all times, few people have discovered that the woman has been accumulating every blow since she broke through the artistic conception.

She would rather miss the opportunity to hurt someone than to cross the waves; she would rather hurt herself than control the momentum of the knife at all, and even add another arm to it. The power of each knife was guided into her body with great care. Hidden in it, the trembling under the burden became more intense.

Only her divine bones could support such a burden, and so far, it was the fifth blow.

Ten days ago, she could only push Dialang to the third level, which shocked Pei Ye and made Gu Guang admit defeat. But after five lives, she could withstand greater pressure, so the fourth level was logically arrival.

Shang Huaitong should have noticed these anomalies, but the pressure of the Netherworld on his emotions was definitely not to be taken lightly. Although he was not really dizzy during the battle, he did not have the extra energy to think about the subtle things. Trembling.

So now, this forced negligence turned into a poisonous python that suddenly pounced under the shade of the tree.

Absolutely fatal.

Of course Shang Huaitong has no spare power to deal with it!
  The blade was only three feet above his brow, and the sudden burst of air already made his mouth and nose feel suffocated, and his heart was suddenly clenched.

The seven fires have no life, the seven fires have no life. At this moment, the intuition of a Diocesan swordsman echoed rapidly and fiercely in his heart.

Yes, even if it is such an unstoppable force, since it is such a sudden attack, even if it is under such heavy pressure!

One move [Seven Fires No Life] is enough to reverse the situation and give the pig in front of him a sword that breaks his chest!
  But he can't. The realm of Yousheng can no longer be disturbed by such a sword, or in other words, he will be unable to restrain it.

Drawing the sword was tantamount to giving up the imminent completion of the Intention Sword - even if there was no Sword Training Academy, he would never give up the power that was so close at hand and made his heart surge!

But he didn't draw his sword, so how could he stop him?
  This knife is definitely enough to cause irreparable serious injuries.

The man's devastated expression appeared in his eyes, and under the pouring blades, Zhang Junxue gritted her teeth and stared, her heart and lungs almost exploding!
  No, since nine months ago, this was the scene that kept her dreaming back in the middle of the night. When she woke up many times, her lips had been bitten with blood.

She roared angrily and pressed the blade down as hard as she could, but the moment it was about to touch the man's forehead, the man suddenly raised his head and stared at her with the same sinister eyes.

The blade was suddenly stopped.

Huge, chaotic power exploded between the swords. It broke through four layers of stacked waves. A huge twist hit the wrist from the handle of the sword. For the first time in Zhang Junxue's life, she felt like she was about to be dislocated.

She tightly controlled the power of the knife.

The red eyes under the messy hair stared at the man in front of him, and the explosion covered the face with a distorted blur.

It was really an explosion, a fiery, sudden explosion.

In the small space, the air and fire knocked away everything, including Zhang Junxue's knife and Shang Huaitong's body.

At that critical moment, the man gritted his teeth, and the hot energy poured into the long sword crazily - squeezing into the red line.

[South China Sea Fire Vermilion] is a mineral that is not too rare, but is far enough away from Bowang State.

It conducts fire and gathers heat, and can erupt with unimaginable heat when exposed to the true energy, which in turn further stimulates the true energy. It is a treasured sword-making material that swordsmen who practice fire-qi swordsmanship covet.

But an unstable flaw is that if too much Qi is pressed in at one go and the squeeze between the Qi reaches a critical point, the ore will explode like gunpowder - far exceeding the power of gunpowder.

Shang Huaitong would neither give up the Sword of Yusheng nor pay the price of serious injury, so he detonated the "Original Fire".

The impact of the explosion shocked his whole body, and his mouth, ears, eyes, and nose even lost their function for a moment, and his throat suddenly surged with sweetness. But under the protection of Zhenqi, such injuries were still acceptable.

After all, pushing and cutting are two completely different ways of doing damage.

Shang Huaitong stood back two feet, wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and looked up at Zhang Junxue.

The tall body was also distorted and blurred by the air and heat. She was already physically injured and exhausted, but she was caught off guard. This explosion made her body even more disorganized than that of a man.

But the moment his feet touched the ground, the messy figure suddenly jumped up again, breaking through the air waves and rushing over again.

Zhang Junxue tightly held the knife in her hand, her arm almost unconscious.

It's not that she has no time to adjust her posture. Even if she is given enough time, she can only do this.

Because the trembling of the body could no longer be controlled, every muscle, tendon, and bone was shaking violently. It was impossible to imagine how the human body could bear such a heavy burden.

But the woman did bear it.

Yesterday in this arena, she could only use the fourth level of overlapping waves, but at this moment - on the stands, Gu Guang had suddenly stood up.

"So theoretically, Dielang can only reach the fourth floor at most." Last winter, Gu Guang sat next to the woman and smiled gently.

"The fifth floor uses another method." Last night, in the cold autumn, the man's voice was deep and solemn.

After four layers of overlapping waves, the power on the sword has reached the limit that can be restrained. Therefore, the power must be poured into the body, and the arms and body should be used to carry and support this layer that breaks the limit.

This was the fifth level of overlapping waves that Gu Guang did not use on the woman at the end of that scene.

This is a vicious move that hurts the enemy first and hurts oneself first. When Gu Guang realized this move, he only planned to aim it at one enemy.

Now it is indeed targeting this enemy.

In the entire martial arts competition, and even in the ten years before and after, an absolutely unparalleled force appeared on the ring, and a dragon was restrained in her hands.

No one thought that the life-threatening move that had just made countless people stand up and exclaim was not a woman's pinnacle offensive move.

Obviously that should be the final explosion, the last trump card revealed by both sides, but why can this already tired body be able to add another layer? !

Just one level difference caused a qualitative change. The power accumulated in the knife shocked everyone. It could no longer hold back and wanted to use the woman's entire muscles and bones as a support to pour out!

The woman crashed towards Shang Huaitong in a chaotic and rapid manner. Her body was full of flaws, but before these flaws was a heavy knife that could crush everything first.

From Shang Huaitong's perspective, it was a mountain leaning towards him.

In his hand, he only had a piece of sword that he had just picked out from the explosion.

At this time, even if you make up your mind to use [Seven Fires No Life], how can you resist such a sword?

However, Shang Huaitong gently lifted the sword piece, and his expression completely calmed down.

He looked at the knife almost indifferently, and the shock and anger just now seemed to be a fleeting illusion of a spectator.

Zhang Junxue volleyed in front of him, and the shadow completely covered the man. He raised his eyebrows like a wounded tiger or a leopard who lost his son.

Then, she heard a word gently uttered from the mouth of the man in front of her.

".No life."

Burn life, enlighten life, hide life, bestow life, illuminate life, show life, escape life.

That's it.

"Pulling Weeds" was originally designed for this purpose. When each move was first created, the idea behind it was to fill these gaps. The man used sword after sword in the past just to leave the corresponding emotions behind. In the artistic conception.

So under the man's low voice and deep connection, these feelings and thoughts left in the mysterious world were slowly connected one by one.

As the saying goes, the specific sword moves can never fill the meaning of a sword. What the sword of Yusheng really needs is the "intention" behind the sword.

Now, the seven thoughts are connected and formed.

Shang Huaitong raised his head and looked at the woman in front of him, with coldness, smile, and pity in his eyes.

The cruel facts are before us.

Zhang Junxue, from the beginning to the end, you only have one real chance to use your sword.

It can only bring him one crisis at most.

You can have countless designs, ambushes, and a steady stream of trump cards, but he will only give you the two breaths of time during the entire game.

If you don't get the fifth layer before then, it's all over.

Not to mention the grass and trees, I am all mine, the spirit is faint, and the life is fire.

"Pulling Weeds"·[Seven Lives Casting Fire]

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