Elder Chuangong shouted, and Tao Yuanqing and Zhao Lin moved at the same time.

Tao Yuanqing flew back and opened his hand to use a spell: Divine Technique!

Yun Jingda, who was watching the battle, grinned when he saw this, and said in his heart, isn't this the same tactic I used the day before yesterday?

This is the beginning...... I'm afraid it's more auspicious!

Zhao Lin unfolded his body, strode into a meteor, and held a magic trick in his hand.

In the blink of an eye, he jumped out of seven or eight feet, quickly closing the distance between the two.

"Ice Blades!"

As soon as the spell took shape, Zhao Lin waved his hand and slashed out an ice blade.

The silver light flowed straight to Tao Yuanqing's chest!

"How can it be so fast?"

Pang Zhangyuan's heart jumped suddenly, Tao Yuanqing's divine skill attainment was Xiaocheng, and he could complete the spell within half a breath, and Zhao Lin took the same amount of time, which meant that his ice knife technique was also Xiaocheng.

How is this possible?

Hasn't this martial cultivator just joined the sect for a year?

Compared to the proficiency level, the small level Ice Blade Technique not only doubles the casting speed, but also can control the Ice Blade with Divine Sense.

If Zhao Lin only masters the former, it's okay to say, if he has both, it will be troublesome!

Zhou Hongfang and Nie Wu, the two elders, were also stunned, they knew that Zhao Lin's ice knife skills were proficient, could it be that he had broken through in the past two days?

This detail was only noticed by the Foundation Building Realm cultivators and a few experienced Qi Refining Realm cultivators, and the ordinary disciples only felt that the speed at which Zhao Lin's spell was emitted seemed to be a little faster than expected.

Tao Yuanqing had a magic technique, flashed lightly, avoided the ice blade, and then turned around and ran to the side of the field.

The shape of his hand changed rapidly, preparing to use the vine whip technique to stop Zhao Lin from approaching.

Although he had never fought against Wu Xiu, it was basic common sense not to let Wu Xiu get close, Zhao Lin had already released a spell, and it was impossible for another spell to come out in a short period of time.

Just as he was thinking about it, Tao Yuanqing suddenly became alert, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a silver light appear out of sight, and it quickly shot towards the right flank.

The skate blades went in circles and went and returned!

"Little Adult Ice Blade Technique!"

"Oh, Martial Cultivator spells, how can this be stopped?"

The disciples on the sidelines saw it clearly and exclaimed one after another.

Tao Yuanqing turned to one side, and the ice blade flew over his waist and clothes, but the steps under his feet were also chaotic, and the spell was also stagnant.

The next competition is almost a copy of Zhao Lin and Yun Jingda's fighting method the day before.

Zhao Lin approached quickly, and Tao Yuanqing didn't have time to cast the second attack spell, so he could only use the defensive spell to buy time.

But Zhao Lin's fist was extremely hard, and he blasted through the defense in three or two blows, and directly hit a Heavenly Frost Fist.

The cold smoke condenses the pillar, the strength turns into frost, and the fist power is like substance.

With the protection of the wood and earth formation, Zhao Lin did not spare his hand, and played twenty years of martial arts skills with one punch.

Tao Yuanqing only felt cold all over his body, dizzy for a while, and his body was dragged out by a strong force.

Seeing the changes in the foreground, when he came back to his senses, the person had already come to the outside of the field, and there was the goat that he had just used to test the magic circle.

"Senior Brother Zhao's martial arts are profound, and his spells are clever, so I admire him."

Tao Yuanqing's face was blue and white for a while, and he secretly regretted it in his heart.

Knowing this, it is better to simply start and attack directly, regardless of victory or defeat, at least you can hold on for a little longer.

"Concession."

Zhao Lin replied and walked to the sidelines to rest.

The disciples who watched the battle sighed for a while, they didn't expect the competition to end so quickly, the whole process lasted less than ten breaths, Tao Yuanqing didn't even send out a decent spell, and was chiseled through the defense by Zhao Linsheng.

Yun Jingda felt better in his heart, it seemed that he had lost unjustly, and at this time, he thought that unless he cultivated a mastery-level spell, he could not use any tactics to be Zhao Lin's opponent.

In the second game, Fang Qinglu of Juyanzhou played against Wang Jing of Xiniuzhou.

Wang Jing looked calm, took out a judge's pen from the lock bag, and held it in his hand.

The judge's pen is slightly larger than the usual brush, a long one, the thickness of the thumb, as black as ink, and the tip of the pen flashes with a cold light.

The first time Zhao Lin saw someone using a magic weapon, he couldn't help but look at it twice.

The manipulation of magic weapons has certain requirements for divine consciousness, spiritual power, and spell attainments, and the cultivation must be at least in the middle stage of qi refining, and the spell cultivation can only be done at the level of Xiaocheng.

If the divine sense and spiritual power are insufficient, they will drive the magic weapon not to move, and without the magic to cooperate with the control, the magic weapon will not be able to exert its power.

There are three key elements in the fighting method: mana, spells, and magic weapons.

If you use the analogy of martial arts, mana is equivalent to strength, and spells are equivalent to moves.

And the magic weapon is equivalent to a weapon.

Mana and spells are indispensable, and magic weapons are not required.

A monk with a strong fighting technique is just as powerful without a magic weapon, but a good magic weapon can increase the lethality.

The magic weapon will increase the consumption of divine consciousness and mana, and for many disciples who have only been cultivating for a few years, the magic weapon will limit the use of the magic weapon.

Wang Jing dared to use magic weapons when fighting the law, which means that he has already used it skillfully and is proficient in this way.

And Fang Qinglu is a sword cultivator, and the flying sword also belongs to the magic weapon.

Two disciples holding magic weapons face each other, and everyone watching the battle can't help but widen their eyes, you must know that magic weapons fight each other, which is more dangerous than spells, often evenly matched at the first moment, and the winner is determined at the next moment.

"Let's go!"

The voice of the Elder of the Gong Gong fell.

Fang Qinglu pinched the sword trick, pointed a little, and shot a flying sword from his sleeve.

Wang Jing raised his eyebrows, and when he saw the flying sword coming through the air, he knew that the speed was definitely not faster than the sword cultivation, so he used an aura cover to cover himself in it.

The Aura Mask is not as effective as defensive spells, but it is more time-saving.

At the same time, he threw out the judge's pen, drove it with the spirit sword technique, and flew straight towards Fang Qinglu.

Sword cultivation is good at attacking, and you must not blindly defend against it, the cultivation of the king realm is the fifth layer of qi refining, and there is still excess mana to drive the magic weapon while using the aura cover.

The speed of the flying sword was amazing, and the judge's pen had just flown out less than ten zhang, and the former had already slashed at the aura cover with a sword.

Laugh at!

The aura shield trembled, and the aura parted to both sides like water waves.

Wang Jing gritted his teeth, condensed his spiritual power to repair the aura cover, and continued to manipulate the judge's pen to crash into Fang Qinglu.

Fang Qinglu still stood still, instructed the flying sword to go around in a circle, suddenly accelerated, and slashed again.

There was another soft sound, and the aura shield shook even more, and Wang Jing had to increase the output of spiritual power.

The spiritual power assigned to the judge's pen decreased, and the speed also decreased.

Zhao Lin shook his head secretly, he wanted to defend, but he was reluctant to give up the attack, and he might not be able to account for anything in the end.

But if you put yourself in their shoes, there may not be a better way, because the initiative is already in Fang Qinglu's hands.

The corners of Fang Qinglu's mouth hooked, turning a blind eye to the flying judge's pen, and commanding the flying sword to rise into the air again.

"Brush brush brush", slashed three times in a row.

Gurg......

The aura shield finally gave birth to a crack.

Wang Jing was shocked, and he didn't care about driving the judge's pen, and increased his spiritual power to try to gather the aura cover.

But...... Late.

The flying sword pierced the gap as if it had eyes, and before it could get close, the tip of the sword spit out a red light, passing through the gap and going straight to the throat of the king realm!

"Ahh

There was a fluctuation of mana, and Wang Jing was removed from the field.

(End of chapter)