And Sun Mufan in the stands was also relieved, if Xiao Ping passed the fourth hurdle, where would his face go?

A small fourth-layer disciple of the Condensation Vein, whose fighting skills are comparable to his own, is really embarrassing to pass it on.

"Looks like this kid won't be able to get through here. ”

Sun Mufan said with a smile.

Ling Wanyi looked at Xiao Ping on the field, and then said lightly.

"The battle isn't over yet, so it's too early to draw conclusions. ”

"Is it early? I don't think it's early!"

Sun Mufan grinned:

"After all, this kid is only the fourth layer of condensation, and his internal strength is limited after all, maintaining such a fast body, the consumption of internal force and physical strength, but it is very amazing, and then, his speed will only get slower and slower, and finally he can't avoid the attack of the eight puppets, and he is blasted out of the battlefield. ”

Ling Wanyi didn't speak, just looked at the battle platform with a quiet gaze, the resolute figure that was slightly emaciated, but gave people a sense of rock solidity!

......

"Damn, there are too many puppets, although my body technique is fast enough, but the speed of my sword technique is a little unable to keep up, if it goes on like this, I will only be consumed alive by them. ”

Xiao Ping didn't expect that these eight puppets were so much stronger than the four puppets.

In the third level, he broke through it in ten breaths, and when he reached the fourth level, he had done his best, but it would be so difficult.

"Teacher, is there anything you can do?"

Xiao Ping gasped and asked inwardly.

"Think for yourself. ”

Mr. Xiu's faint voice came:

"Although you are a disciple of the deity, if the deity helps you no matter what difficulties you encounter, how can you learn to fight the enemy alone?

“......”

Xiao Ping couldn't help but smile bitterly, it seems that Mr. Xiu doesn't plan to help himself.

However, he also understands that what Mr. Xiu said is not unreasonable, under the protection of his elders, it is difficult to grow up after all, and only by experiencing it himself and breaking through difficulties can he gradually grow up.

At this moment, he put the sword horizontally in front of him, put on a posture of Flying Rain swordsmanship, and looked at the eight puppets in front of him with a solemn face.

"The speed of the body is enough, and the attack power is enough, only the sword speed is not enough......"

Xiao Ping's eyes kept flashing.

The first style of the Flying Rain Sword Technique, the rain, the emphasis is on the rain, the rain falls from the high school, and the penetrating power formed by the momentum is focused on the power of the sword move!

The two-style fluttering rain is a sword that requires a sword, just like the scattered rain that is constantly falling in the wind, which is about the speed and urgency of the sword moves!

He had already mastered these two styles, but at this moment, in the face of the eight puppets, even though he had brought the essence of the two styles of swordsmanship to the extreme, he was still invincible and fell into disadvantage.

Then, only the third form remains.

The drizzle is like silk.

This is the realm of the third style of the Flying Rain Sword Technique, which is extremely profound, and for the current Xiao Ping, it is still a little reluctant.

After all, this third style no longer pursues the power of swordsmanship, nor does it just pursue sword speed, but makes swordsmanship, like a gentle drizzle, moisturizing things silently, but unconsciously, hidden killing opportunities!

Not only is the sword speed faster than the second type of Drifting Rain, but also all the sword momentum must be hidden.

Originally, it was required that the sword speed should be fast, and at the same time, the sword momentum should not be transmitted, which is not ordinarily difficult.

But at this moment, Xiao Ping's body skills against the eight puppets are already difficult to improve, unless the swordsmanship is on a higher level, otherwise, the hope of passing this level can be described as slim!

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Ping's eyes suddenly changed, and the posture of holding the sword suddenly changed.

Brush!

The body swept out suddenly!

Bang Bang Bang!

Xiao Ping once again fought in one place with eight puppets! At the edge of the three-foot Qingfeng's sword, sparks were constantly flying!

"Is this Xiao Ping still not giving up?"

"That's how he fought just now, but it turned out that just being fast is not enough to defeat these puppets!"

"That's right, unless his sword is faster than the eight puppets joining forces, and destroys a few puppets first, there is no chance of breaking through this level at all!"

Many onlookers sighed, they all felt that Xiao Ping was too stubborn, and they were all like this, and they still refused to give up.

A little ridicule flashed on Sun Mufan's face, and he chuckled.

"Hehe, I thought that this person had a small swordsmanship in fifteen days, and he should be a person with understanding, resourcefulness, and excellence, but now it seems that he is just a stunned young man, knowing that he is invincible, he still has to step forward.

Such a person, let alone six months, give him ten or twenty years, and it is impossible to surpass you, Senior Sister, you say yes, Senior Sister Ling. ”

Ling Wanyi didn't answer, but looked at Xiao Ping on the field with beautiful eyes, and she was also very puzzled.

She is a sword cultivator of the ninth layer of condensation, so she can naturally see that Xiao Ping's sword speed is not enough.

But he is obviously invincible, but he still has to go up to fight, what is this Xiao Ping thinking?

"Hehe, don't look at it, this kid is wasting time at all, he will definitely lose, senior sister, let's go!"

Sun Mufan watched Xiao Ping on the field being forced more and more into the upper hand, shook his head, and had the intention of leaving.

"Wait, I'll talk about it after reading it. ”

Ling Wanyi shook her head and stood still.

Sun Mufan frowned, he didn't expect Ling Wanyi, who was originally completely disdainful of Xiao Ping, to insist on watching Xiao Ping's battle, what was going on?

Seeing that Ling Wanyi looked concerned about Xiao Ping, Sun Mufan was a little surprised, although he was unhappy, but he couldn't disobey Ling Wanyi, so he had to stand there and watch.

Bang Bang Bang!

On the field, Xiao Ping and the eight puppets kept fighting, and others thought he was wasting time and insisting on something completely unnecessary.

However, only Xiao Ping himself knows what happened.

He is using the pressure of these eight battle puppets to force himself to master the third form of swordsmanship, drizzling like silk!

At this moment, he could feel that his sword, the speed of the sword was getting faster and faster, but the sword momentum was getting weaker and weaker!

The drizzle is like silk, the slightest rain is like rain!

Xiao Ping's sword, the sword light is slowly fading, and the sword momentum is gradually undetectable, but on the contrary, his sword speed is getting faster and faster, and every sword is just like a breeze blowing, making people not feel the lethality at all!

At this moment, his sword did not attack the eight puppets, but just swung around him, looking from a distance, as if a small protective shield formed by sword qi had been built around him.

Seeing this scene, everyone on the field thought that Xiao Ping had run out of gas and couldn't even swing a decent sword move, so he could only defend passively.

However, where the dantian in Xiao Ping's body locked the sword, the black-robed villain standing on the hilt of the sword, Mr. Xiu, showed a little smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, this kid is coming out of the door!"

At this moment, he was also very interested, looking at Xiao Ping in the mirror, fighting with the eight puppets......

On the field, Xiao Ping's sword speed was extremely fast, and he did not attack, but outside his body, he used sword qi to form a protective shield.

It looks unpretentious, giving people the feeling of shattering at the touch of a button.

When the eight puppets saw this scene, they didn't have the slightest expression, and suddenly punched hard from eight directions, blasting towards Xiao Ping!

As the eight winds approached, the fists of the eight puppets had already slammed into the seemingly brittle sword qi shield around Xiao Ping's body.

Everyone thought that Xiao Ping's shield was going to be shattered in an instant, and when his body was hit by the puppet, the corners of Xiao Ping's mouth were slightly hooked, and he let out a low shout.

"Boom!"

In an instant, those thin sword qi around them seemed to have no lethality, but at the moment when Xiao Ping's "explosion" word spit out, it was like countless silver needles that shot out all at once!

Whoosh whoosh!!

The sword qi seems to be like a gentle rain, and the thin ones can only be distinguished by the naked eye, but the lethality contained in them is very amazing!

Those eight puppets, under the bombardment of countless silver needle-like sword qi, their huge bodies instantly froze in place!

"What's wrong?"

The disciples outside the field, all dumbfounded, why didn't these puppets move?

However, it was discovered that those originally well-made puppets actually had countless small holes on their bodies!

It's all pierced by those tiny sword qi!

The eight puppets, at all of their bodies at this moment, were not intact at all, and they were all blasted into a sieve by the infinite sword qi!

Then there was a bang, and they fell to the ground one after another! The red light in their eyes also disappeared completely!!

The fourth level, passed!

Seeing this scene, the cabinet was suddenly silent, as if it had fallen into complete silence!

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