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In the face of so much energy, Cheng Ling pulled out his long sword and slashed into the void, not only isolating the invasion of energy, but also leading the surrounding snowflakes over, making the energy in the air become chaotic, and there was no calmness at the beginning.

The snowflakes accumulated more and more, and finally formed a large snowball condensed on the tip of the dragon yin sword, Cheng Ling smiled indifferently, and the long sword suddenly stabbed out.

Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof!

The snowflakes flew, exploding away from the heavens and the earth, carrying the icy snowflakes, which increased Cheng Ling's own sword qi, tearing the void and slashing out with an incomparably fierce attitude.

"Oh no, it's snowy!"

Kong Xuehai's face changed, his body retreated again and again, and the folding fan changed his previous illusory and ethereal meaning, and he also greeted it fiercely, and the cold qi and the sword qi that came over rolled up the sky and flew snow, and slammed together.

Bang!

The two gases collided, and the ring made of special metal cracked several huge gaps, and the gaps spread rapidly, affecting the whole Taiwan.

Kong Xuehai showed a sneer, his body was like a ghost, wandering in the weak area of the shock wave, like a touch of disembodied cold, and a few sharp fans were emitted from a distance.

Cheng Ling smiled indifferently, his divine sense had already observed the other party's position. Long Yin swung his sword, and the sword was clear, stabbing out hundreds of swords in a row at an extremely fast speed, slashing down the fans that came over in the air, and the remaining sword qi flashed through the opponent's tight defense, cutting off a few strands of hair on his head.

"With such a fast speed, Kong Xuehai's figure is already extremely fast, but he was still captured, not only perfectly defending, but also sending out a counterattack. Not only that, but the sword qi that came out was just aimed at the flaws in Kong Xuehai's body method. ”

Kong Xuehai's face was gloomy, the swords just now were dangerous and dangerous, if it wasn't for the timely dodge, it would not be his long hair that would be cut off, but his head. He didn't dare to underestimate Cheng Ling anymore, his eyes froze, the fan in his hand was slowly raised, and a cold and cold aura gathered again.

The protective true element of the body around the body disintegrated and merged into the body, and in the next moment, a circle of white light masks swelled out, protecting itself in the center, and the white light mask was always in a state of circulation. On the fan, it seems to give birth to a white-gold aura, and the aura is connected end to end, inserting layers of mystical defenses.

Throwing aside the idea of long-distance attack, his body swept away, and he rushed towards Cheng Ling, sometimes opening and swinging the folding fan in his right hand, and sometimes retracting the block, point, poke, spin, wave, fan, all of which were vividly played.

Cheng Ling secretly exclaimed, this Kong Xuehai deserved to be an outstanding disciple of the Ethereal Snow Sect, this hand fan method was dazzling, the free conversion between the virtual and the real, and the strength of each fan attack made his face hurt.

In the face of the stormy attack, Cheng Ling increased his combat power to seventy percent, did not retreat half a step under his feet, and saw the long sword in his hand to dismantle the move, completely low-grade.

The two were in a stalemate for a quarter of an hour, and Cheng Ling's perception of defensive sword skills became clearer in his mind, and he slowly used it unconsciously. The new defensive sword technique is based on the artistic conception of the earth, combined with the softness of the water and the vitality of the wood, and brews in the vitality for a long time and tenacity, like a sprouting grass, indomitable and thriving.

Every time he resisted, it was like injecting nutrients into the grass, and his sword momentum became stronger and stronger. Kong Xuehai faintly felt that something was wrong, originally he took the initiative to attack, and Cheng Ling only

For defensive purposes. But gradually, I felt that there seemed to be a strong sword qi in the opponent's body that was about to burst out, and continued to attack, so that my consumption gradually increased, if I couldn't defeat it in a short time, the consequences would be unimaginable.

In an instant, he burst out with the power he had retained, and the fan in his hand, the "Chaotic Ring Technique", "Yin Yang Technique", and "Turning Circle Technique" were killing and coming out, just like a whole snow-capped mountain covering Cheng Ling.

Cheng Ling seemed to be facing an avalanche, and the cold and terrifying energy overturned. There was a twinkle in his eyes, like a bolt of lightning across the night. The speed of the dragon sword increased again, and with a point covering the surface, facing the avalanche momentum coming from the pavement, towards the center, and killed it fiercely.

Thundered~!

With a violent impact, the entire ring seemed to tremble, and the two were separated in an instant. Kong Xuehai staggered back, he suffered because he had consumed too much and could not withstand a concentrated attack.

But before he could stabilize, Cheng Ling took a few steps back, and then went up again without any effect, his footwork was ethereal, and he kept circling around Kong Xuehai, and the dragon yin sword was coldly killed, weakening the opponent's defensive strength with a sword.

Kong Xuehai's face changed greatly, and he moved the fan to protect his body, but Cheng Ling's long sword was fast and slow, far and near, and every time he resisted, it was very hard, and he couldn't predict where the other party's next move would be.

After holding on for a long time, the consumption of the true element in the body became larger and larger, and the protective qi was weakened to the point that only a thin layer remained. He regretted it extremely in his heart, he couldn't imagine that Cheng Ling was so difficult, his attacks were all blocked by the other party, and after it was the other party's turn to attack, Zhenyuan's staying power was even longer, and if he resisted to the death, he had to be defeated.

He has always cherished feathers, but in desperation, he could only say to Cheng Ling: "Cheng Daoyou, how about this scene, the ownership of the phantom feather coat will no longer be entangled!"

Cheng Ling sneered, completely ignoring what the other party said, and gave full play to the attack, at this time, Kong Xuehai's true yuan was consumed, and the flaws in his body gradually appeared.

"Cheng Daoyou, be a man and pay attention to the line, if you meet each other, there is no need to rush to kill them! Damn, don't stop, don't deceive people too much!"

Cheng Ling's sword moves were getting faster and faster, Kong Xuehai was still distracted and talking, and he was gradually in a hurry, and he couldn't cope with it. At this moment, Cheng Ling saw a flaw in him, the Xuankong under his feet turned a few times in a row, the dragon yin sword was gently placed on the fan, and a pure sword yuan was injected, guiding Kong Xuehai's strength to pull it outward.

Kong Xuehai was completely stunned by him, the muscles and veins in his body ached, and he couldn't help but turn a few times in the direction he was detouring, and then his hand was empty, the fan had been lifted into the air, and there was a cold feeling on his neck, and there was a slight sharp edge stinging his skin.

Cheng Ling said indifferently: "With a little white face like you, Lao Tzu has seen a lot, even if you want to take advantage, don't come to me to hang around." From now on, don't appear in front of me again!"

"Wow~!"

The audience let out a burst of exclamations, even Kong Xuehai was defeated, this is the top five disciples of the Ethereal Snow Sect! For a while, they were even more shocked by Cheng Ling's strength, and there were many discussions.

"This is his real strength?" In the VIP box, a trace of solemnity flashed in Nangong Hao's eyes, and he stared at Cheng Ling on the stage tightly, and was silent for a long time.

"Okay, the swordsmanship is exquisite, and the footwork is really integrated into the artistic conception of space. Not only that, but his tenacity, staying power, holes

The ability to wear flaws is all known from above, and if such a person is used for his own use, it is indeed a great help to the family!"

The middle-aged monk nodded slightly, and had already made some kind of decision in his heart.

Zhao Deming took a deep breath and announced, "Congratulations to Cheng Ling, Daoyou, for winning sixty consecutive victories!"

Cheng Ling smiled indifferently, put the sword back into its sheath, and disappeared into the ring in an instant, leaving Kong Xuehai alone, fighting in the ring with blank eyes. The opponent fought nine games in a row, but he was still defeated by his sword, at this moment, the humiliation in his heart was really unbearable, and the pride in his usual days collapsed!

After a long time, he picked up the fan that fell in the ring and left in despair.

Back in the rest attic, Cheng Ling immediately sat down and began to feel the battle with Kong Xuehai. This battle has greatly improved his understanding of defensive sword skills, and the three artistic conceptions of earth, water, and wood are fused together, and the resulting defense is several times stronger, coupled with the endless vitality of life, and there is also a counterattack in the defense, which is like a needle in the cotton, which is of great help to the actual combat.

"Since it contains three artistic conceptions, and has the power of vitality, it is called Wanmu Zhengrong! At present, the use is not proficient enough, but it has reached the entry level, and it needs to be further improved, and the artistic conception fusion must also work harder!"

While thinking about it, the ban outside the door had a slight fluctuation. He smiled bitterly in his heart, could it be that Zhao Deqian's kid came to Luo again, it was really a headache.

In desperation, I could only get up and look out the door. At a glance, he saw Zhao Deqian standing there, but in front of him, there was a middle-aged monk with a majestic face, the aura on his body was abnormally thick, and his divine sense swept over, and he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation at all.

Shocked in his heart, he arched his hand to the monk outside the door and said, "Seniors are here, I don't know what advice you have?"

The monk smiled and said, "Why don't you invite us in and sit?"

"Senior, please, Brother Zhao, please!"

The middle-aged monk smiled happily, and when he walked in first, Zhao Deqian followed closely behind, and when he passed by, he squeezed his eyebrows at Cheng Ling for a while.

Cheng Ling was confused, not knowing what medicine they were selling in their gourd. The two of them sat down in the living room and asked, "Dare to ask the seniors ......?"

The middle-aged monk smiled and said: "You don't have to be nervous, my name is Zhao Wengong, and recently the dog often talks about your deeds in my ear, and I am curious, and I saw that Xiaoyou won sixty consecutive victories, so I came to visit." ”

Cheng Ling was taken aback, Zhao Deqian's father, that is not a character of the same generation as the head of the Zhao family, this weight is a bit heavy, and he hurriedly bowed down and said: "Senior Liao praised, Brother Zhao and I are just chatting, please forgive me if I said something wrong." ”

Zhao Wengong chuckled and said: "It's okay, Qian'er respects you very much, since you have this relationship, you don't need to call your predecessors so angry." I'm the sixth in the family, just call Uncle Six. ”

"Juniors don't dare!"

"It's okay, I'm here today to disturb your peace. I won't talk nonsense with you, so I'll get straight to the point! I appreciate your strength, I wonder if Xiaoyou is willing to become a disciple of the Zhao family? Of course, just by winning sixty consecutive victories, it is not enough for Elder Ben to find out your strength, can you be sure of winning a hundred consecutive victories?"

Cheng Ling was stunned, this Zhao Wengong was straightforward, and he spoke directly enough, and bluntly said that he wanted to recruit himself. At the same time, he wants to see what kind of level his strength has reached, and a hundred consecutive victories, is it really just his expectation of himself?