Such frequent and intensive attacks on the divine soul, although Chang Ling was able to withstand it, she was really not very comfortable.

The guqin in Liu Fengyi's hand can not only attack, but also be used as a 'shield' to defend, and Chang Ling couldn't think of any good way for a while.

Chang Ling took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Ling Feng's body method worked to the extreme, and Chang Ling turned into an afterimage in the air.

The Yuan Sacrifice Sword flew in the air, bringing up a fierce sword light from time to time.

Liu Fengyi was also not comfortable.

Every pluck of the strings consumes a lot of spiritual power, and the attack on the divine soul that was originally enough as a killing move was actually taken over by Chang Ling.

Her every move is extremely powerful and fast, and after barely following it, she has to suffer some internal injuries.

The most terrifying thing is that after round of attacks, Chang Ling's speed and strength have not changed at all, and she seems to be a tireless sword-wielding machine.

No one knows exactly where the upper limit of her spiritual power reserves is.

The tricks of the human body are the places where spiritual power is stored, and all of Chang Ling's tricks have been opened and tempered for several rounds, and almost every trick has been tempered to the extreme.

The reserves of her own spiritual power are several times that of ordinary Condensing Realm cultivators, and the sword moves she uses are all the most basic sword moves combined, and there is no additional spiritual power consumption, in terms of durability, she never loses.

Liu Fengyi, who recognized the reality, sighed softly.

He spurted a mouthful of blood onto the guqin in front of him.

The carved lines on the piano instantly filled with blood.

A monk with a natal weapon often needs his own essence and blood if he wants to urge the natal weapon with all his might.

The body of the piano was shining brightly for a while.

The sound of music came, and Chang Ling only felt that he was in a trance for a few moments.

The scenery was layered, the unreal and the real intertwined, and she also bit her lip with a trace of blood, relying on the pain and the smell of blood to stay awake.

This time, the sound wave of Liu Fengyi's piano directly overturned Chang Ling's whole person a long way, and blood also slipped from the corners of her mouth.

Liu Fengyi did not stop stroking the qin, Le Xiu's attack was pinned on the rhythm, the simple tone was an attack again and again, and the complete repertoire was a powerful and shocking move.

This is the song "Ten Steps to Kill", which is also quite famous in the mortal world.

The name is taken from the verse of the ancient poet immortal, 'Ten steps to kill a person, a thousand miles without leaving a line'.

In the mortal world, it is often used as a battle song to boost morale when the two armies are fighting, but in the cultivation realm, it really interprets the arbitrariness and power in the poetry and immortal verses.

Under the dense and high-pitched notes, the monk had to suppress his own rage and spiritual disorder, in addition to facing an endless stream of powerful attacks.

Chang Ling was overturned by the violent and aggravated sound wave, and quickly stood up, she could still suppress the rage, and the spiritual power disorder could not affect her.

Her spiritual power was already operating in her body, and there was no such fixed way of working.

It's just that Le Xiu's attack is unavoidable in this space, and she doesn't dare to let Liu Fengyi continue to play.

Chang Ling gritted her teeth, and the Yuan Sacrifice Sword was violently withdrawn, and the next moment the Chixiao Sword appeared in her hand.

At this critical moment, she took back the spirit treasure and took out a broken sword, and Liu Fengyi, who was standing opposite, was also a little stunned.

Before he goes on the pitch, he has a little bit of an idea of who might be the opponent.

Everyone's Tao, characteristics, exercises, and Dharma tools are remembered by seven, seven, eight, eight.

He naturally had an impression of Chang Ling's broken sword, and there was nothing special in his memory.

Suddenly, he felt a chill behind him, turned around sharply, and barely avoided the sword light behind him.

I don't know when the Yuan Sacrifice Sword actually appeared behind him.

He had only seen a monk with two swords, but he had never seen a monk with two swords.

Still unable to dodge, the Yuan Sacrifice Sword grazed his waist, leaving a deep wound that could be seen to the bone.

Blood soaked through his cyan robe in an instant, and exhaustion and weakness kept coming at him.

As a Le Xiu, he has almost no tempering for his body, and when the effect of the Yuan Sacrifice Sword is triggered, he suddenly feels that his eyelids are extremely heavy.

The sudden weakening of his spirit made him unable to control the rapidly changing repertoire, and the plucked strings in his hands were naturally blocked.

The sudden chaos of the music made him spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Originally, playing "Ten Steps to Kill" was a big challenge for him, but the song was suddenly interrupted, and the sound waves and accumulated spiritual power that had already been brought up had to run around in his body.

His whole face turned pale in an instant, and he was knocked to the ground by his own sound like a kite with a broken string.

Chang Ling on the side was also a little stunned for a while.

She didn't want to hurt this man.

Forced by the sound waves, she had no choice but to put her other soul into the Chixiao Sword, and at the same time used two swords to participate in the battle.

The Chixiao Sword never left his hand, and others couldn't tell whether it was Chang Ling wielding the sword, or the split soul in the sword that kept avoiding attacks with Chang Ling.

As for the Yuan Sacrifice Sword that suddenly appeared behind Liu Fengyi.

Just a simple invisibility talisman was pasted, and it avoided the detection of this monk who was good at divine soul attacks.

He was so focused on the song that it would be nice to be distracted and use his eyes to check the situation around him.

Liu Fengyi simply admitted defeat, there was no unwillingness and pain of defeat on his face, but a faint regret.

He didn't always have the courage to play a piece with his blood.

Once the monk's essence blood flows out, it will damage his own foundation, and if there is no elixir to recover, it will take a long time to recondense little by little.

During this period, the practice will naturally be greatly affected.

The number of life and appearance will also be deducted accordingly.

Even with the blood spurting, he still couldn't finish the piece.

"Chang Ling, that song is called "Ten Steps to Kill", it's very good, when your competition is over, if you have time, you can come to me, and I'll play it for you. Liu Fengyi smiled softly.

Regardless of whether this person understands music or not, he has a heart to make friends.

Chang Ling's final attack spared him.

In such a competition, death and injury are the norm, and keeping his hands is the kindness he has received.

Chang Ling also responded with a smile, and as soon as the words fell, he immediately sat down to breathe.

The consumption of spiritual power is easy to say, Liu Fengyi's repertoire still brought some damage to her soul, and the constantly vibrating sound waves made her feel a little trance.

The brain is tearing like pain, and the whole person is also a little muddy.

As soon as her spirit weakened a little, the black mist in the sea of consciousness would instantly entangle itself.

Cursing words and negative emotions all enveloped her.

Cold sweat couldn't help but slip down the corners of Chang Ling's forehead, and the whole person couldn't help but tremble.