Time flowed, and soon, the second round of playing opportunities came. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Lu Qingzhuo is still the first to appear, and the cultivation that broke out is no more than a star of the Martial King, but the green vine in one hand is ever-changing, like an arm, and the appearance again is still a move to determine the winner or loser, and the attack is cruel and merciless.

As the qualifiers go on, the higher the cultivation of the contestants, the more cautious they become. Zhao Ying has just been promoted to a two-star martial king, and his strength is not weak, but if he is placed among the elite children of many sects in the entire middle force, he can only be regarded as a midstream. Therefore, Zhao Ying will lose, and Lu Zheng was not much surprised, but just gave a look of comfort.

In the true qi rivers and lakes, victory or defeat is common sense, as long as he stays alive, it is nothing if he is stepped on today and stepped on by others today.

"Please sign 55 and the last cultivator of lot 56 to play. Bai Hong stood under the competition stage and spoke out in time.

The eyes of the surroundings shifted, and with Lu Qingzhuo's attention to the previous spike, many cultivators couldn't help but start paying more attention to the victory or defeat of each battle of the Reverse Cang Sect, especially Lu Zheng, who was the head of the faction.

With many lines of sight, Lu Zheng stood up indifferently as usual, straightened his clothes, stood up leisurely, raised his eyes and looked at the only empty one of the three test tables, and in the next moment, his figure flashed, and the person had appeared on the test table.

The sect that drew the fifty-sixth lot did not delay, and almost in the next second, a male cultivator in a strong suit jumped out and appeared on the competition platform with his fists in his hands.

"In the water, please teach Master Lu!"

"Please. ”

The two looked at each other, not waiting for the game bell to ring, raised their eyebrows, moved their bodies at will, and brought up a heavy afterimage, from the basic fist handover, to the magic bombardment, the sword slash, dozens of moves in a moment, dazzling and excited.

But whenever it comes to the competition, the two sides are evenly matched and the most interesting.

Lu Zheng and Shui Mingming are both seven-star martial kings and seven-star spirit kings, a rare collision of spiritual and martial arts dual cultivation, and they are both practical talents who don't say a word in the fight. As soon as they are paired, sparks are flying everywhere, and it is difficult to separate.

It was the first time that Lu Zheng had encountered the same Lingwu double cultivation as himself, and it was rare that the strength of the two was comparable, and he was a little excited for a while, the rune array, the heart magic technique, the phantom heart grass, the sword intent, the sword spirit, all the hole cards came out one by one, and he couldn't stop at all.

Shui Mingming is also excited and hard to hide, his eyes are staring, and he is not clumsy, the knife in his left hand, the sword in his right hand, the knife with frost, the sword dances the fire snake, and comes out at the same time, with tacit understanding, out of the spirit, instantly causing the ice and fire on the test table.

The two of them on the stage fought vigorously, and everyone in the audience couldn't turn their eyes, and some of those who didn't look down on the seven-star king level battle before were also attracted at this moment, and some people couldn't help but exclaim sourly.

"Today, I actually saw two Lingwu dual cultivators fighting, and these two double cultivators actually had the same level and level of Lingwu, so it was very rare to see such a balance skill in the transformation realm. ”

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a violent sound on the stage, and the air waves that followed the impact went straight to the sea of clouds.

"Be careful, Ice and Fire!"

Shui Mingming roared, the sword in his hand merged in an instant, raised his hand and danced, ice and fire blended, and in an instant, the fire fell, the ground jumped and frosted, the air wrinkled cold and hot, and the true qi was stagnant, like falling into two extreme hells.

With a "click", Lu Zheng's feet were frozen, the top of his head was red, and the flowing fire had reached the heavenly spirit, and in an instant, it turned into pieces in an exclamation, and fell to the ground with a bang.

But at this moment, Lu Zheng's intact figure unexpectedly appeared behind Shui Mingming, and a sword infused with sword intent slashed in an instant.

Shui Mingming's figure was then cut off by the waist and split into two.

Lu Zheng's right hand swinging his sword was tight, and the next moment it suddenly slashed behind him.

Everyone saw that another Shui Mingming suddenly appeared behind Lu Zheng, and a huge ball of true qi light had already gathered in his hands, and at the same time, Shui Mingming, who had been cut in two by Lu Zheng, disappeared and turned into green smoke.

"Bang!"

The ball of light and the flowing fire sword collided instantly, and the layers of air waves surged in circles, Lu Zheng and Shui Mingming jumped up at the same time, and suddenly jumped out of the air in the layers of air waves, the swords collided again, the fire and fire collided, and the frost raged.

"Big Rift!"

Shui Mingming roared again, and then, the high platform of the competition shook, and layers of soil and rock flew from the soles of his feet, suspended in mid-air, paused for half an instant, and suddenly came out in a blink of an eye, rumbling into Lu Zheng in mid-air.

Lu Zheng squinted his eyes and did not retreat, and the flowing fire sword in his hand turned into a thousand swords in an instant, shooting straight into the water. And behind him, the sword spirit soared up with anger, turned his arms into swords, and suddenly danced, "bang bang bang" loud bang bang again and again, the earth and rock were shot down, the formation flashed, and the test bench returned to its original state.

Some people were dumbfounded, and some people saw their eyes shining.

In a short period of time, Lu Zheng and Shui Mingming have bombarded each other hundreds of times, their bodies are ever-changing, blood mist flies from time to time, and their figures fall, but the tragically dead figures are all phantom remnants.

The speed of the two is comparable, the cultivation is comparable, and even the experience of fighting is almost the same, for a while, it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser, and it is wonderful.

From the middle of the day to the twilight, from the test bench to the mid-air and then to the altitude of tens of thousands of miles, through the clouds and the sun, each show its ability, one time is the fist to the flesh of the force bombardment, one time is the strange and treacherous spiritual power collision, the two people of the battle alternate Lingwu, the hole cards are exhausted, almost to the injury for the injury of the way of play, the same is the fight is the hole card and the combat force, or a distraction, the next second may be seriously injured and killed.

The more the two fought, the more they admired, the excitement turned to pity, the excitement turned into excitement, and for a while they forgot that they wanted to divide the victory and defeat and go to life and death, just as a rare opponent exchange, they were reluctant to stop and couldn't stop at all.

But the competition is always a winner.

Just when Shui Mingming was attacked by Lu Zheng and the Qi Bao and threw his body back, Lu Zheng's pupils suddenly fell upside down, and the body of the Phantom Heart Herb flashed behind Lu Zheng.

With the blessing of double illusions, Shui Mingming's upside-down body suddenly stopped, his consciousness was short of nothing, and when he came back to his senses, Lu Zheng's long sword had reached his neck, and Lu Zheng won.

Shui Mingming didn't react to what happened for a moment, and Lu Zheng was rare and kind enough to release the Phantom Heart Grass in front of people, so that Shui Mingming could see the existence of the Phantom Heart Grass clearly.

At the same time, Shui Mingming also noticed that Lu Zheng was gradually recovering his normal deep and upturned pupils, and immediately understood that he had been defeated by illusion hypnosis. After fighting for a long time, he lost his qi and blood, and was defeated by illusion due to short-term paralysis.

Although I regret it in my heart, I am also convinced.

Lu Zheng withdrew the Flowing Fire Sword, clenched his fists, and said, "Lu Zheng is lucky, Brother Shui has conceded." ”

Shui Mingming shook his head, with a sincere smile on his face, and hurriedly said: "Shui Mingming is convinced, Lu Ming's skills are superior, I admire it!"

"Smack. ”

The audience didn't know when the applause rang out, although it disappeared quickly, but it also made Lu Zheng and Shui Mingming smile at each other, although the two were injured in a long battle, they also felt sorry for each other in their hearts, and each gained something. (To be continued.) )