Xiao Ling grabbed one of the swords and picked it hard, and the stone ball shattered.

However, there is nothing in it!

At this time, Xiao Ling felt a strong wind coming from behind him, and he immediately grabbed the sword in his hand and blocked it back.

But what greeted him was a huge rock, and the phantom sword in his hand was as weak as an egg hitting a stone compared to the huge rock.

The Phantom Sword only held up for a moment, then bent and broke, completely dissolving into nothingness.

After the phantom sword disappeared, it was Xiao Ling who suffered.

Xiao Ling's body was hit by a boulder, flew backwards, and after falling to the ground, it slipped for a long distance before stopping.

After a slight adjustment, Xiao Ling quickly stood up again, the sleeve of his left arm was completely worn out, and the flesh and skin flying inside were also shocking.

At the same time, his right arm was slightly bent because it was hit by a boulder, and it appeared to be fractured.

With a reluctance to move his fingers, he called back the remaining seven flying swords, the one of which was the entity differentiated again, and sixteen flying swords stood by above his head, and turned the blades of the swords, staring at Ning Wu with fierce eyes.

Xiao Ling clenched his fists tightly, even though this made his wound more painful, he was angry and ashamed of his carelessness.

Previously, in the second round of elimination, he was almost disqualified because of a sneak attack, and thanks to the rescue of his younger brother, who had always been jealous and hateful, he was able to continue to participate in the Spirit Fighting Tournament.

In the crucial final stage, he was deceived by Ning Wu's trick because of negligence, and he accepted the injury and lost the opportunity and advantage.

The most critical part of his phantom swordsmanship is to use two hands to manipulate the command, and his arm is injured, which has a great impact on the attack accuracy of the flying sword.

Also, due to his excessive conceit of his illusion sword skills, he grabbed a conjured sword casually, and did not choose to control the entity of the spirit sword, the high-grade spirit weapon, in his hand.

Otherwise, the hardness of the above spirit artifact is enough to block the sneak attack of the boulder without breaking. The injuries suffered in the end will be much lighter, at least it will not affect the next performance.

Xiao Ling stepped on the flying sword and slowly rose into the air, regretting that he couldn't change any of the status quo, even if his strength was not fully exerted because of the injury to his hand, he had to use all his strength to fight!

I can't care about the consumption of spiritual power, so I have to end the game before the pain feels completely devouring my will.

Seeing Xiao Ling flying high in the air, Ning Wu's expression gradually became solemn, and now Xiao Ling has just reached the tricky stage.

"However, his hand in controlling the flying sword has been half destroyed by me. Ning Wu looked at the opponent's bright red left arm above the sky and couldn't help laughing.

"Sixteen rounds of flurry!"

Because of the need to use two flying swords for flying, Xiao Ling specially summoned two flying swords, and the sixteen flying swords above his head flew out together.

Because Xiao Ling hadn't yet adapted to the pain caused by the wound, his fingers couldn't help but spasm, and at the same time, the three flying swords in flight suddenly jolted and deviated from their tracks.

But Xiao Ling quickly adjusted, and the flying sword was pulled back to its trajectory, and after it stabilized, it accelerated again and rushed towards Ning Wu.

During the time when Xiao Ling made a mistake, Ning Wu had already set up a lot of defenses.

The heavy dark stone walls stood on all sides, and at the same time, the top was also closed, and this time there was really no hole.

If there is no hole to enter, then it is good to create your own hole.

The flying sword shot straight down, like a white streamer, and hit the stone wall.

Only a few rumbling sounds were heard, and sixteen flying swords pierced into the stone wall one after another.

This time, Xiao Ling did not scatter the flying sword to attack, but instead concentrated on one of the stone walls.

And this stone wall, even if Ning Wu was given enough time to prepare for creation, it would be difficult to defeat sixteen flying swords and hit them hard at the same time.

In the next moment, the stone wall facing Xiao Ling was the first to shatter, and at the same time, the fifteen transfiguration flying swords also disappeared, only the main spirit sword was pulled out of the falling rubble, and then roared again, and fifteen flying swords with the coexistence of virtual and real coexisted took shape.

The spirit sword body is mixed in it, and all the appearances and the spiritual power aura emitted are exactly the same, and it is impossible to distinguish which one is the main body.

If he could directly grasp the body, it would be equivalent to abolishing Xiao Ling's hands and feet and directly winning the game, but it was precisely the inability to distinguish the real and the false of the flying sword that made his phantom swordsmanship so difficult.

Not only Ning Wu, but sometimes many people feel that this is really just a general-level exercise? Where did you get such a powerful and wonderful exercise?

A total of sixteen flying swords, slightly reorganized, immediately launched a second impact.

During the time that Xiao Ling flew into the air, Ning Wu knew that his attack could not reach such a high place, and even if he could, by the time the attack reached it, Xiao Ling would have already flown to the next position.

Therefore, he could only be on the defensive side, waiting for the moment when Xiao Ling's spiritual power was exhausted.

He erected a stone wall in front of him again, and the flying sword pierced in, and the stone wall collapsed again.

Since it was a defensive stone wall created in a short period of time, it was not as strong as the previous one, and there were very few flying swords that damaged this stone wall.

There were twelve flying swords left, and they attacked Ning Wu again.

Ning Wu quickly stepped back, and at the same time, his palm formed a claw, and with a twist of thin air, the stone walls behind him and around him bent one after another, blocking the path of the flying sword.

The flying sword attacked, the stone wall defended, and the two had a wonderful battle of attack and defense.

Although Ning Wu had always been at a disadvantage, and was tired of defending and in a hurry, he still had a lot of spiritual power, waiting for the moment when Xiao Ling fell from the sky to carry out a fierce counterattack.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Ning Wu had more than a dozen scars caused by the blade of the sword on his body, and blood flowed out, staining half of his clothes red.

I have to say that Ning Wu looks tall and big, and his physical fitness is indeed very good, and under such an injury, he can still be alive and have spare strength.

After such a long time, even Xiao Ling, a high-level spirit general, should not be able to support the consumption of spiritual power.

Sure enough, Xiao Ling's height in the air slowly dropped by three zhang, and he recalled the flying sword, wanting to re-brew the offensive.

"I guess we know each other's purpose very well. ”

"I will use the last of my spiritual power to launch a final attack, and if you can parry it, then I will lose. ”

"If you can't, then I'm sorry, even if I have an injured hand, I can defeat you who like intrigues. ”

After Xiao Ling finished speaking, his hands were sealed, and the spirit sword in front of him, one into two, two into four, gradually turned into thirty-two flying swords.

"Thirty-two rounds..."

After he manipulated the spirit sword to conjure up thirty-one flying swords, his face turned pale again, and his hands were constantly trembling and supporting, obviously, maintaining thirty-two flying swords at the same time was already his limit.

"Fusion!"

When he heard the word fusion, not only Ning Wu, but even the audience who was familiar with Xiao Ling was surprised for a moment.

Xiao Ling's best offensive is to control multiple flying swords, from different angles, flexibly and quickly launch impenetrable attacks, which are difficult to parry, and finally seize a certain flaw to directly defeat the opponent.

But at this moment, he was actually going to fuse the flying swords together and engage in a battle of pure power.

"Heh, then come on!" Ning Wu's eyes were full of fighting intent, and the final moment he had been waiting for for a long time had finally arrived.

Thirty-two flying swords swirled and fused in the air, turning into a huge flying sword.

The flying sword lay across the air, the length of half a dueling platform, and the width was two or three zhang wide.

From this giant flying sword, the audience felt various extremely lethal attributes such as pressure, weight, sharpness, and puncture.

"Sixth-order spiritual arts, multiple swords in one, one stab in the air!"

The flying sword set off a long sound of breaking wind, and shot straight towards Ning Wu below.

Ning Wu saw the flying sword that was gradually enlarging in his eyes, and released the spiritual technique prepared in his hand as well.

"Sixth-Order Spiritual Technique, Black Rock City Wall!"

It felt like most of the dueling platform had risen up, and a wall of black rocks stood between the two of them.

Like a real city wall, it is thick and strong, indestructible, and the black lines on the surface of the city wall are like copper walls, reflecting a reassuring luster.

In front of everyone's eyes, the giant flying sword collided with the black city wall!