"First stick!"

The man in the infancy didn't talk much, and he didn't give a little time to prepare late just after the "good", and he fell directly from the sky waving a long stick.

He didn't even see the man with the stick, and when he came back to his senses, the man had been knocked away by the strange energy of the Tower of Babel.

"Second stick!"

The man was not affected at all, and after adjusting his posture, he jumped high and fell hard, and then was knocked away again.

"The third stick!"

"Fourth stick!"

"Fifth stick!"

"Sixth Stick!"

Chi Lai sincerely said that it was boring to keep watching a person jump and bounce back again, so he was a little sleepy and uncompromising.

"Seventh stick!"

Hmm? There are changes!

His eyelids, which had been getting heavier and heavier, suddenly widened, and he felt something different because of this stick.

Originally, he had never been able to see the man's attack clearly, and he could only accurately capture the figure when the opponent was bounced away, but this stick was different, and he seemed to be able to vaguely follow the man's movements.

Is it slowing down? Or is it an illusion?

"Eighth stick!"

"Ninth Stick!"

"Tenth stick!"

It was finally confirmed that the man's figure was indeed no longer as high as before, and he could clearly see a large light curtain pulled out by the afterimage of the colorful long stick, which was extremely gorgeous.

The follow-up is weak? Do you still want to have thirty-six sticks for this endurance?

Soon, Chi Lai became more and more sure of his guess, because by the eighteenth stick, he felt that he could completely rely on his small body of the eighth layer of qi refining to avoid the opponent's attack, you must know that it was the Yuanying Cultivator.

It's just that the other person in the field is not as relaxed as him, as the man's attack speed becomes slower and slower, Xuanyuan Jian's face, which has always been light-hearted, rarely appears solemn.

"Thirty sticks!"

With the end of this stick, the man was already panting and sweating profusely, and he had never imagined that he could see such an embarrassing scene from an infant monk, if it weren't for the increasingly hot fighting spirit in the eyes of the other party, he would even want to go over and help him, and by the way, he would have kindly condoled "Comrade has worked hard".

Although he could see that the man was very tired, the gap between his next and next stick was not extended, only to see him soar into the air again, once again raise the colorful long stick, and once again smash it with all his strength against the late.

"This is ......" belatedly finally noticed that something was wrong, the other party's movements were even slower, so slow that he was worried that the other party would fall from mid-air, but what was the faintly visible ripple around the colorful long stick?

Can you imagine ripples in the air like those in water? It's not scientific at all, but it's realistic!

The ripples visible to the naked eye spread along with the colorful long stick to the top of Chi Lai's head, and although the other party was still knocked away, the wisps of ripples dangled above his head for a long time before gradually dissipating.

"Thirty-second stick!"

The man was tired, his speed was slower, the battle intent in his eyes was hotter, and the only thing that remained constant was his attack gap that was accurate to the millisecond.

Chi has always been very confident in the Tower of Babel, but looking at the ripples in front of him becoming more and more obvious, it seems that they are about to make waves, and it is impossible to say that he is not worried at all, so he can only simply close his eyes and be out of sight and out of mind.

I don't know how long it has been, but I finally waited for the "thirty-sixth stick" in the man's mouth.

At the same time, Xuanyuan Jian's concerned voice sounded in his ears: "Brother Chi, be careful, this blow has reached the level of transforming into a god, and it contains the power of shattered space!"

Shattered space? It sounds like a mouthful! But what can he do if he's late? He can't do anything!

But he finally did something, and said in a voice that he could only hear: "System bless!"

For a long time, as if nothing had happened, only the man's panting voice was heard: "I am impermanent, I haven't consulted?"

Only then did he open his eyes and look at the mess around him, except for the system building, everything else was razed to the ground, even the Xuanyuan Sword in the cage was pale, and there was a wisp of blood on the corner of his mouth, but it didn't seem to be a big problem, so he smiled, and his tone was very flat: "Late." ”

Yi Wuchang nodded, of course he knew the other party's name for a long time, but only from this moment did he remember this name in his heart: "Please advise." ”

Huh?

Chi Lai suddenly remembered the thirty-six swords he had said before, and waved his hand casually at the moment: "Forget it, you're so tired, let's talk about it next time." "He still knows very well how many pounds and taels he has, and the other party can actually send out a blow to transform the gods, so don't go up and be embarrassed.

I saw that the other party shook his head and said expressionlessly: "I can't break through your defense, it doesn't mean that I can't destroy Babel Fort, if you can't kill me or subdue me, I will kill everyone in Babel except you, I don't know if you have the ability to protect them." ”

The other party said very plainly, but it caused an uproar in Chi Lai's heart, this is his biggest weakness, and for now, it is completely insurmountable, and he can only protect three people by using the system to build a full fight.

He didn't speak for a long time, because he was afraid that he would not be able to suppress his anger as soon as he opened his mouth, and it was undoubtedly unwise to maximize his weakness in front of the enemy, and since he could not refute it, he could only express it with actions.

So, he took out a long sword with a high-grade magic weapon, not to pretend, but to allow himself to better exert the sword intent of Zhu Xian, immersive, probably this is what it means.

Without any hesitation, he swung his first sword, and at the same time controlled the fusion of Pikachu and Zhuxian in his mind.

Unsurprisingly, this sword failed, and the thunder light and sword intent did not even arrive at the same time, and were naturally dissolved by Yi Wuchang lightly.

Of course, Yi Wuchang could see where the real attack came from, he had already understood the sword intent of Zhu Xian, and he did have the strength of the late Yuan Infant, but that's all, as for the thunder and lightning attack, it was only worthy of the level of Jindan Great Perfection, and he didn't even need to deal with it deliberately, and it would be okay to let it fall on his body.

After a little adjustment, he was about to swing his sword again, but out of the corner of his eye, he found what Xuanyuan Sword was doing.

At this moment, the Xuanyuan Sword is no longer bound by the cage, it should be Yi Wuchang's initiative to collect his hand, and he is seriously controlling the long sword in his hand when he recovers his freedom, raising the sword, swinging the sword, and collecting the sword.

This scene looked so familiar to the belated eyes, except for the process of one less light drink.

This is?

In belated doubt, Xuanyuan Jian continued to repeat that set of movements, over and over again.

Understood, he was teaching the sword by example.

I can't help but look more seriously, not only with my eyes, but also with my heart.

Yi Wuchang on the side did not stop it, but waited patiently, and at the same time hurried to recover the spiritual power that was almost exhausted before.

Finally, when I saw it for the thirty-sixth time, I belatedly spoke up.

"Xuanyuan! I really can't understand it!"