Chapter 33: A Victory Is Hard to Find (Part II)

Speaking of which, the Qingyun Sect that made this suggestion at the beginning did not fight, but thinking about it, I had already heard that Liu Ji and He Shaoji had a good personal relationship, even if it was not He Shaoji, it was not necessarily that they would fight for it.

In short, they didn't expect the Heavenly Sword Sect to win, and their original intention was to go to the disciples of the Fiber Yuan Sect.

Liu Ji hasn't reacted yet, he nodded stunned after this shout, and then took out a bowl the size of a palm, he just threw it forward, and then the bowl began to get bigger, and when it fell on the middle table, it was already several times larger than that table, and it seemed to be playing in that bowl.

The one surnamed Zhou jumped into it first, and He Shaoji followed closely, standing in it felt very thick and heavy, even if he missed hitting the edge of the bowl, he should not be knocked away all at once.

"He Daoyou will take it. The man surnamed Zhou reminded him before taking out a spear, which seemed to be just a low-level spiritual weapon, but with his identity, he could not only afford to use a low-level one, and this should be the most suitable one.

There was no need to wait, his spear was attached to spiritual power, with a faint white brilliance, and the spear pierced He Shaoji's left shoulder.

Because of the sword duel, He Shaoji was extremely bold and directly grabbed his spear with one hand, the speed was fast enough, and he grabbed it directly behind the tip of the spear, but he pushed it back, although his feet did not move, he slid back on the bottom of the bowl, and the lack of spiritual power used was not enough to stabilize his body.

"Buzz ......"

There was no special tremor, but there was a buzzing tremor in his ears for a long time, just after He Shaoji hit the edge of the bowl, it was difficult to get close to half a minute, he held the gun with both hands, and the whole person turned around twice in the air with a force under his feet, and the strength He Shaoji was difficult to hold with one hand.

After throwing away his hand, He Shaoji dodged, the spear was fixed on the bowl and the trembling sound was louder, and the conversation of the monks outside could no longer be heard in his ears, but the movement of his hand was not slow, and he raised his hand to hold the palm that came straight to him.

Although the monks in the Southern Regions do not have a good control over spiritual power, the gap in cultivation is on the surface, and they really can't recruit a few tricks by using only spiritual power.

Holding his palm with both hands, and the spear that was facing his chest struck horizontally, at this time He Shaoji had to use the spirit of turning red, Lingyun got up, and pushed him back a little, He Shaoji put his legs on the side of the bowl, and the spear ran to the other side before He Shaoji could reach it.

Although it was only a short two-move fight, in the eyes of outsiders, he had the upper hand, but he was shocked in his heart, although he did not do his best, but none of the early monks could take his two moves like this.

He realized that Wang Paolong's loss was not so simple, and he couldn't be careless, he had to do his best to dissipate with the push just now.

"He Daoyou is really hidden, no wonder he has the courage to declare war on the sects. "Didn't attack immediately, the surnamed Zhou said so.

"The awesome thing is still behind, be careful yourself!" Outside, Yan Yi, who didn't think it was a big deal, sneered and said.

Although He Shaoji took two moves, it was really unexpected, but after listening to Yan Yi's words, he immediately said back:

"Both moves are at a disadvantage, we know who we should be careful about, I don't think this can last twenty moves. ”

"Don't say that, there are so many challenges to be challenged in the back, the front can't last twenty moves, and the back is lying down for people to fight?"

......

Yan Yi knew that the results would come out soon, so he didn't have the idea of continuing to fight with them, and continued to look at the battle in the bowl after snorting lightly.

At this time, He Shaoji was also roughly sure that he had not participated in the Ce Mou three years ago, at that time, He Shaoji had thought that it was planned by many people, and its purpose was not only for himself, but also to get rid of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and now it seems that she is really the one who wants to deal with herself.

And the reason is that he raised her price at that auction, which should be blamed on himself for being troublesome, or blaming her for being too vicious, and He Shaoji was also confused for a while.

If He Shaoji was in the same state of mind as her, he might not hesitate, let alone have the idea that he had a problem, no matter what, it would not be enough to kill her.

Finding out the problem of knowing, He Shaoji is not leaving his hands, so it is somewhat wasteful to use the spirit of turning red, if you use the third form of the Heaven and Earth chapter, then there will be no unnecessary waste.

The three points of the three paths are accommodating with each other with the power contained in them, and their power is dispersed throughout the body, and when they are used in the heart, the physical body will be strengthened to the point that people feel perverted, and then all kinds of available strength can be pressed to a higher level, as if they have suddenly raised a great realm.

If the strength is insufficient, this may be suicide, but He Shaoji, who has three points of strength, can use it at will, at least to deal with these people, He Shaoji feels that it is enough.

He Shaoji stood up in the bowl, his hands began to slowly close together after he was spread, and it could be seen that the red light in his eyes was circulating, although it was not very obvious to look at, but if he looked closely, he could still detect a big difference from before.

This is the first time He Shaoji has used the third form in the Heaven and Earth chapter after he arrived at the Transformation Yuan Realm, and the feeling is very different from when he started the Spirit Realm.

The surnamed Zhou was still holding a spear at this time, but he did not attack He Shaoji, He Shaoji reminded instead:

"Use all your strength, and you will feel how far you are from those real heavenly ladies in the next first move!"

Anyway, He Shaoji exerted force under his feet, and the afterimage was directly used, at this time, the strength of He Shaoji's body, this afterimage made He Shaoji feel very practical, and the shadow was still in place, but He Shaoji had already arrived at the side, and he was still staring at the afterimage of He Shaoji in front of him.

"Senior brother be careful!" There was no need for He Shaoji to remind him, at this time, Wang Suping's heart tightened, and his spiritual sense spoke.

At this time, his spiritual power was released, his spiritual sense was guarded, and the speed of transmission was not so fast, that is, her reminder, surnamed Zhou suddenly turned his head, and before he could move his spear, He Shaoji made a palm, looking like a very ordinary palm, but it slapped on his right arm and directly slapped him out.

After hitting the side of the body, it bounced back, and the sharp pain in his arm made him unable to hold the spear, so he came out of his hand directly, with the previous lesson, even if he hadn't stabilized his body, he hurriedly looked around, for fear that such a palm would suddenly come again.

"How is it, do you feel that the front can be taken?" He Shaoji's words made him put away his vigilance, he looked at He Shaoji, who was still slowly withdrawing his palm, laughed at himself, and then said:

"I don't know where He Daoyou has been and what he has experienced in the past three years, but I can admit that even if this palm comes head-on, I may not be able to take it. ”

The spiritual power attached to it also interrupted the flow of his breath at the arms, not to mention the pain, he was not degrading himself by saying this.

"So what?"

"So I threw in the towel. ”

......

In just a few words, after he jumped out of the bowl, he sat silent, but Yan Yi opened his mouth to break the silence, and he said:

"Now believe it, if you are not convinced, just go up and fight, if you don't dare to go up, don't do your best to talk as fast as you can. ”

"It's your turn. He Shaoji didn't care about Yan Yi's words anymore, in fact, the monks present at the moment didn't dare to say anything more, or they hadn't recovered from those words just now.

He Shaoji pointed to Chu Xiaozong's Wang Xuping, looking at He Shaoji's reddish gaze, she didn't know why, her heart trembled, and it happened that the senior brother who was walking back with a spear on the side said:

"I can't see through him at all, you have some holidays with him, be careful, you can admit defeat when you go up, you can't win. ”

didn't respond to him, Wang Xuping stepped directly into the bowl, and as soon as he arrived inside, he said:

"I don't believe you've changed so much all of a sudden!"

The spiritual power is scattered, and there is nowhere in the bowl to suppress her spiritual power, she is smart, and she can see at a glance that the pressure of increasing the space will make He Shaoji's afterimage more laborious, but unfortunately it is still a lot worse, the speed of the long sword in her hand stabbing at He Shaoji is very fast in the eyes of outsiders, so fast that she can only use her spiritual sense to visit.

But in He Shaoji's opinion, it was very slow, when the sword arrived in front of him, He Shaoji stretched out his hand, and the power of turning red was transported to his two fingers, his body was supported by spiritual power, and his two fingers clamped the sword she stabbed.

Flicked her other hand at the blade, and the shock caused her to let go of her hand, and the palm of her hand was already red, and there were blood marks in some places.

A mid-level spiritual weapon was sandwiched between He Shaoji's fingers, but He Shaoji didn't think about asking for this sword, her fingers shook it hard, and the sword flew back, even so, she still took a few steps back after holding the hilt of the sword with her other hand.

This is just the beginning, her spiritual power can be said to have no effect on He Shaoji, He Shaoji's afterimage is used again, and she reacted to the surname Zhou.

He Shaoji appeared behind her, she bent down, and the sword slashed directly at He Shaoji's forehead, but unfortunately it was easily caught by two fingers, she directly abandoned the sword and moved horizontally, and then threw out a very thin needle, which was not very noticeable to the spiritual sense.

Seeing that the thin needle was getting closer and closer, but He Shaoji didn't react at all when he held the sword, she was overjoyed in her heart, thinking that He Shaoji didn't find it.

It's just that the next moment, her smug smile slowly solidified, and the thin needle pierced He Shaoji's throat, but it was bounced away, and she didn't even pierce her skin......

And He Shaoji didn't return the loss to her, holding the sword in his hand, He Shaoji stabbed her eyebrows, she wanted to dodge, but He Shaoji could always turn the position faster, and at this moment there was a shadow of death that enveloped her.

The tip of the sword was in front of her, and although she still had a lot of secret magic moves that she hadn't used, she felt that it was useless to use them.

"Nailing ......"

With a crisp sound, a spear struck the sword away, and the one surnamed Zhou went and reversed, the tip of the sword pierced the edge of the bowl, and the bowl moved horizontally, falling directly from the table, and the tremor it carried fell to a depth of more than three feet.

"You still don't admit defeat?" he scolded, and he didn't pity her at all when her eyes were slightly red, He Shaoji also gambled, betting that he would save people, otherwise she would have died.