Many people in the audience saw Zhu Tong like this, their brows were furrowed, whether it was from the Heavenly Punishment Sect or the Hongru faction, you look at me, I look at you, I don't know what tricks this Zhu Tong is going to use, at least not the tricks of the Hongru faction, after all, the Hongconfucianism is also the so-called famous and upright, and there is no such kind of weird and evil exercises.

When everyone was amazed, the muscles on Zhu Tong's body began to swell outward little by little, and it was visible to the naked eye that the disciple uniform that wrapped his body began to make a little tearing sound at this time.

"Boy, next, come and bear my anger!" At the same time, Zhu Tong's face showed a little violence, baring his teeth and constantly twitching, as if he couldn't control his mind.

As he spoke, he held the sword in both hands and raised it above his head, and the sword actually made a trembling sound, and the sword intent rolled and spread, hitting the faces of Jing Jue and everyone, making people feel a sense of fear in their hearts.

Jing Jue's eyes were staring at Zhu Tong tightly at this time, between his moves, he was full of vigilance, the other party was already half a step of condensation, to be honest, he didn't dare to make a rash move, he could only dodge, looking for a chance to win.

A moment later, that Zhu Tong sword directly slashed down, and in an instant, the aura of the entire sky seemed to be converging towards the long sword, bringing up cyclones.

The wind was howling, the dust was all over the sky, the whole scene was extremely depressing, and the air began to emit a little popping sound, crackling and crackling, and behind the sword body, there was a long dark red shadow, as if it was a ripple from the water.

"Strike in the air!"

Zhu Tong's voice fell, and the dark red came out of the long sword, turning into an arc of qi, aiming straight at Jing Jue's attack, and the violent aura spread throughout the martial arts arena, and the momentum was overwhelming!

Seeing this, Jing Jue couldn't help but say, and hurriedly dodged with the cloud shadow step, he had an intuition, if he forcibly broke that blow, he would definitely suffer a big loss.

However, that Zhu Tong seemed to see that Jing Jue would hide, the corners of his mouth were cold, and then he raised his body to a certain extent, and several swords slashed down.

Several arcs of dark red qi suddenly appeared in the sky, all with a chilling aura, constantly aiming in the direction where Jing Jue was, and the speed was extremely fast.

Jing Jue relied on his body technique to constantly dodge in it, but he was not affected by the dark red arc.

That Zhu Tong saw that a few swords were helpless, and he suddenly seemed to be crazy, his teeth clenched and creaked, his pupils widened, and he emitted a penetrating cold light.

"You're good at it, right? Then you can start hiding! I'll see how long you can dodge!"

As Zhu Tong spoke, the long sword in his hand began to slash out continuously, one sword was faster than the other, and in just one breath, nearly ten arcs of qi were punched out.

Thinking about the beginning in Wuxiangyuan, the attack of that speed was not embarrassed to the point of being overwhelming, not to mention that you manually chopped it? "It's easy to shuttle in the middle of the Dao attack, and there is no pressure at all.

The more this is the case, the more it can arouse Zhu Tong's anger, he has no extra words at this time, he only knows that he is infinitely starting to chop, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of arcs of qi shoot all over the sky, there is no regularity, no angle, as long as it can hit Jing Jue, he will win!

Looking at the dark red sword ripples shooting from the sky above the competition platform, everyone below let out a cry of amazement, secretly thinking that if they went to fight against it, they really didn't know how to dodge, and the end would be miserable.

This is not only what the foundation building disciples think, but also the thoughts of some low-level condensing disciples.

It is true that this Zhu Tong's move has already reached the strength of the condensation stage!

Qin Wuyi and the others at the far end looked at all this, and they didn't say anything for a long time, but their eyes were full of worry and surprise, they were worried about how many swords this Jing Jue could dodge, and they were also surprised that Zhu Tong's sword moves could actually attract the resonance of heaven and earth, and a steady stream of heaven and earth aura was added to it, supporting his every move, and they were even more surprised by Jing Jue's body technique, was it really Yun Yingbu?

"Go, call Mo Zheng over here and ask him, what kind of swordsmanship does the kid from the Hong Confucian faction use!" After a long time, Qin Wuyi finally spoke, and instructed the shadows beside him.

Shadow Zhang nodded, and then swept towards the high place where Mo Zheng was standing.

At this time, Na Taichun also stood up, his eyes were also a little surprised, looking at Zhu Tong and muttering: "This kid can, it turned out to be a chance to get this air-breaking blow!"

The man surnamed Chu beside him heard this, his brows froze, this is the first time he has heard of the words 'breaking the air', so he asked: "What sect and sect does this air-breaking blow come from?"

Tan Taichun glanced back at the man surnamed Chu, stopped talking, and finally said: "You don't care, after this duel is over for a while, no matter if you win or lose, you give this to him, I give it to him." ”

As he spoke, he took out a cyan jade bottle from the storage bag and threw it to the man surnamed Chu.

The man surnamed Chu took it and opened it, his face showed horror, and he exclaimed, "Holy Son, this is ...... Millennial Yutian milk?"

"Yes, give it to him. After Jun finished speaking, he turned his eyes to the competition platform again, without saying too much.

The man surnamed Chu was unhappy for a while, he loyally followed this Taichun, not to mention that it has been nearly ten years, not to mention this thousand-year-old Yutian milk, even a good thing worth more than 10,000 spirit stones, and he has never given him a piece.

However, this kind of jealousy and displeasure only lasted for a moment, and then, his heart began to feel sorry for that Zhu Tong, with his understanding of Tang Taichun, this Zhu Tong will not have a good life in the future.

Tan Tai Chun is a person who is not profitable and can't afford to be early, and now he is willing to take the initiative to take out the thousand-year-old Yutian milk, presumably because he has taken a fancy to Zhu Tong's sword move--breaking through the air!

The duel on the competition platform was still going on, and Jing Jue was still facing the overwhelming dark red sword ripples, his footsteps moved, and the clouds and shadows on his toes were agitated, urging his body to the extreme, dodging those attacks one by one.

And Zhu Tong couldn't take it for a long time at this time, and he was even more impatient, although the energy supply of this air blow mostly relied on the power of heaven and earth, but his own consumption was also huge, if he delayed like this, he was afraid that his strength would be exhausted.

"You hide, then hide, I'll see how long you can hide!"

Zhu Tong roared loudly at this time, with one arm, the long sword was suspended in mid-air, and the mantra in his mouth kept chanting, just for a moment, the dark red sword intent swept the entire martial arts platform, and the violent sword intent raged, blowing a fierce hurricane like a flying knife.

Feeling this, everyone below hurriedly retreated and swept out, for fear of being affected by this.

Seeing this, the referee elder hurriedly flicked his fingers, and an invisible air shield suddenly formed on the competition platform, compressing all those attacks into the air shield, so as not to hurt others.

Although this act is protecting others, it also invisibly helped Zhu Tong, the sword intent is compressed in the air cover, the concentration is getting bigger and bigger, the sword intent spreads in the air cover, Jing Jue is there is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it, no matter how powerful the body is, Jing Jue must also make changes at this moment.

His yin blade was sacrificed, his eyes were slightly closed, and the Hundred Tribulation Bronze Demon Skill worked instantly, and the little bit of killing true intent raged, and the sword intent around him seemed to be shocked, and the originally active sword intent stagnated at this time.

"Just your previous move, I may still be afraid of you, but at this time, the combination of the two moves, if you want to slander me, the abacus is a good fight, but it's a pity, it's a pity, the power is a little lower!" Jing Jue said this, a thought-provoking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and between speaking, the yin blade in his hand was retracted, the cold light disappeared, and a restrained and weird aura invisibly spread on the competition platform.

"Leaving the soul, the shadow is shattered. ”

With a shout, the restrained aura exploded instantly, and Jing Jue's figure at this time seemed to be a little distorted by the aura, and the whole figure began to become chaotic, sometimes appearing in mid-air, sometimes on the stage, and sometimes in the sky.

The figure can't be dispersed for a long time, and it looks extremely weird.

In the hands of those figures, there is a little bit of coldness, and the cutting forms are different, but they are not aimed at Zhu Tong!

Zhu Tong saw these seemingly real and fake figures at this time, and suddenly a trace of fear began to arise in his heart, and he exclaimed: "You have actually condensed a clone!"

Everyone in the arena saw this from a distance, and their faces were also shocked, as Zhu Tong said, what they saw was also a doppelganger, but the doppelganger couldn't move.

"Idiot, isn't this just my Heavenly Punishment Sect's recitation of the Three Killings!" Jing Jue saw it, but Zhu Tong's face was stunned and he sneered coldly.

That Zhu Tong was ridiculed like this, his face suddenly had mixed feelings, shocked, angry and afraid, he knew that if he didn't respond, he might suffer next.

However, before he could start to deal with it, Jing Jue had already made a move, and with a low shout, those figures frozen in mid-air were all facing Zhu Tong at this time.

There is no terrifying might, no wind and waves sweeping, there is just a strange aura of killing that permeates the competition platform!

Dozens of cold rays flashed each other, and the sound of the Dao crisp sound resounded, and the whole dark red breath, like a large watermelon being slashed by a sharp long knife, instantly turned into pieces of spiritual light, fell to the ground, and flew in all directions.

When everyone saw this, they were instantly shocked, what kind of move was that, even the terrifying sword intent power condensed by Zhu Tong was chopped to pieces like being chopped melons and vegetables, and finally disappeared into invisibility.

In fact, Jing Jue's recitation of the Three Kills Trick was actually not very superb, at least the power was inferior to Zhu Tong's air-breaking blow.

But that Zhu Tong was anxious to win, and combined the air-breaking blow and the fire dance Yaoyang into one move, although the scope of the attack was expanded, but the power was greatly reduced, and it was a grade lower than the three kills.