Cheng Ying was slightly stunned, and before she could react, Luo Qingli was already at the tip of the sword, and the soul bell on her wrist was easily picked off and fell into Luo Qingli's hands, and at the same time, Luo Qingli raised her foot and kicked hard, Cheng Ying's body was like a kite with a broken string, and flew out.

"Haunting!"

The Cheng family monk's eyes widened, and he hurriedly rushed in the direction where Cheng Ying fell.

The eyes of all the Jade Toad Sect disciples also followed the red-clothed figure closely.

Originally, they all thought that Uncle Luo was going to lose nine times out of ten, but they didn't expect that such a reversal would come at the end, and their eyes lit up with a glimmer of surprise, and Yanbei Zhenren also touched his chin and nodded secretly.

Cheng Ying's figure crossed a long trajectory in the air, and she felt a dull pain in her chest, even if the talisman armor protected herself at the first time, but when she kicked up, her internal organs seemed to be churning together, and the smell of blood in her throat was bubbling out.

In a whirlwind, she saw the thin and slender figure standing with a sword in the fighting field, and there was no confusion between her eyebrows, and she still couldn't understand why her pupil technique didn't work for Luo Qingli.

Such a fighting method, once you are beaten out of the court, it is considered a loss.

Seeing that she was about to fall outside the fighting field, Cheng Ying also lifted up in her heart, she didn't know where she got the strength, her body twisted lightly in the air, a pair of embroidered shoes on her feet flashed, and the body that had already fallen down flew up again, and landed on the edge of the fighting field dangerously, and then finally couldn't help but spit blood.

Cheng Ying looked up with a pale face, and said in a deep voice: "I haven't lost ...... yet."

"I'm going, isn't it already out, why did she come up again!" Seeing that Cheng Ying had returned to the stage like a little strong, the disciples of the Jade Toad Sect expressed their dissatisfaction one by one and protested.

Someone weakly explained: "Her foot didn't touch the ground, and from the rule point of view, it is not a loss......

"Anyway, Uncle Luo already has the advantage!"

"Uncle Luo, come on, defeat her!

Luo Qingli glanced at Cheng Ying's embroidered shoes, there are many types of flying magic weapons, these shoes are obviously the same flying magic weapons, and they are extremely convenient to use, and after Cheng Ying fell back to the fighting field, the momentum around her body suddenly changed, and the red lotus floating in front of her was blazing and purple.

Cheng Ying majored in fire-based exercises, which were very powerful, in addition, she also focused more on some less popular attack methods, such as the charming pupil technique, and the string of soul bells that Fang just used.

Although the sword qi wall shield dissolves the sound waves emitted by the soul bell layer by layer, the sound attack technique has its own mysteries, and Luo Qingli has indeed been affected to a certain extent, and it was not until he activated his divine sense that he eased up.

Now that the Dementor Bell has been picked away by Luo Qingli, and the pupil technique has no effect on her, Cheng Ying can only rely on magic to win.

She flew with her ten fingers, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and punched a series of fingers towards the red lotus, the red lotus spun a few times in place, becoming bigger and bigger, and finally Cheng Ying put her hands together, forming a strange handprint, slapping towards the red lotus, and shouting softly in her mouth: "Fire and rain!"

The red lotus suddenly turned into a huge scarlet fire cloud, floating overhead, there are countless flowing fires falling from the fire clouds, boundless heat waves rolling, every bit of flowing fire falling on the ground, can always make a "zizi" sound, burning out a black hole, from a distance, here is a red fire, the spread is very wide.

Everyone in the audience could more or less feel the amazing power in this flowing fire, and those who were close even involuntarily retreated.

When the monks of the Cheng family saw Cheng Ying all use this move, they were shocked, and then smiled confidently: "This trick of lingering is not inferior to the monks in the middle stage of foundation building. ”

Previously, Luo Qingli almost kicked people out of the high platform, which made the disciples of the Jade Toad Sect feel confident and directly slammed back, "Don't talk too much, our Uncle Luo has his own way to deal with it!"

They stared at the stage tightly, Luo Qingli had already brandished the Frost Sword, the tip of the sword was icy white, crossing the beautiful arc of the Dao, a cold air rose from under her feet, with her as the center and spread to the surroundings, there were gusts of cold wind rising out of thin air, wrapped in endless ice and snow breath, she seemed to be bathed in the strong wind and cold snow, countless large and small ice flowers were competing to open around her, the ice was clear and jade, crystal clear, these ice flowers condensed into an ice crystal flower belt, and swept towards Cheng Ying.

This is the second of the three basic styles of the Guanghan sword spectrum, flowing wind and snow.

Wherever the ice crystal flower belt passed, the cold air spread invisibly, the fire rain poured and sprinkled, and when it touched the cold air, the flames jumped, flickering, but never extinguished.

There was a peculiar scene on the fighting field, with the fire burning clouds above, and the frozen earth below, half extremely cold and half extremely hot.

It's a duel of ice and fire.

Ice can overcome fire, but vice versa.

Everyone's eyes were focused on these two people, and they didn't want to miss it for a moment, the audience was silent, and they didn't dare to let out the atmosphere, for fear that a little wind and grass would affect the change of the battle situation.

Liu Daise unconsciously grabbed Jiang Ling's arm, pinched his brows, and couldn't help but say, "Senior sister, you, don't be so nervous......"

Even if you are nervous and want to pinch someone, then don't pinch me!

Qin Ziyan also clenched her fists, clenched her clothes tightly, and bit her lip lightly, and Ren Xingcheng's calm gaze fluctuated a little.

Many disciples of the Jade Toad Sect silently recited in their hearts: Uncle Luo wins, Uncle Luo wins......

Cheng Ying's pale face became even more bloodless, his eyes firmly swallowed a handful of pills, and a few more fingers, the fire became more and more ferocious, the flow of fire became more dense, and the cold air around the ice crystal flower belt was melted by the firelight, and the flower belt was much thinner than the original one visible to the naked eye.

The light of the fire gradually subsided, and many people gasped and covered their mouths.

Yanbei Zhenren looked at the two people on the field and sighed slightly in his heart.

The strength of these two people is good, the little girl of the Cheng family is indeed worthy of the four words of young talent, and Luo Yatou is not bad, but compared to Cheng Yinglai, her sword moves are only shaped, not powerful, and the power is also discounted, if it were not for the high quality of her ice spells, she could still last for a while, but I am afraid that she would have been defeated a long time ago.

But then, Yanbei Zhenren was slightly stunned and looked at Luo Qingli.

No matter how the monstrous fire pressed the realm, she was still wielding the Frost Sword, the light in her eyes was getting brighter and brighter, as if everything around her was leaving her, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know where she was facing, there was only one person and one sword in her eyes, and the Frost Sword seemed to have become a part of her body, like an arm and a finger.

Dao Dao sword qi condensed into ice flowers, the ice flowers were beautiful but tenacious, hidden murderous, invincible, fearless.

Everyone saw the cold glow of the Frost Sword flashing, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, making people shiver and rub their arms involuntarily.

And the weak and small ice crystal flower belt that had been scorched by the fire rain condensed again, the cold was bitter, the sword qi was soothing, and the flowing fire flame made a buzzing sound when it touched the ice crystal flower belt, like the last shout, and then all of them were extinguished.

Cheng Ying's eyes widened, his face was full of incredulity, the flower belt devoured countless fires, still like a swimming dragon, hovering straight up, its momentum remained unchanged, and rushed towards the scarlet fire cloud in the air.

Jingling, the ice crystal flower belt crashed into the fire cloud, as if the ice jade struck each other, playing a touching nocturne, the color of the fire cloud gradually dimmed under the impact of the flower belt, and began to sway, Cheng Ying hurriedly typed the fingers, but felt that the spiritual power in the body was greatly lost, and he couldn't control it at all.

Looking at Luo Qingli on the other side, she was still immersed in her own world, dancing the long sword in her hand, that move had long been unrestrained, only moving with her mind, more and more sword qi condensed into ice flowers, the flower belt was continuously replenished, and the attack became more and more fierce.

Yanbei Zhenren couldn't help but laugh when he saw this situation, did he suddenly comprehend the sword momentum at such a time?

But it's a timely rain.

The scarlet fire cloud finally couldn't withstand the impact of the flower ribbon and turned back into the red lotus, and the fire light on the red lotus was already very small, and when the last ice flower collided, the fire light was completely annihilated, and the red lotus also fell to the ground with a thud.

First of all, it was the lack of spiritual power, and then the large consumption of spiritual power, plus Luo Qingli's previous kick made her suffer some internal injuries, and now she was stimulated like this again, Cheng Ying vomited out a mouthful of blood again, and her face was like earth.

The monks of the Cheng family hurriedly rushed to the fighting field, Cheng Ying sat on the ground, sweating profusely and looking at Luo Qingli, she had just come out of the comprehension of the sword momentum, and she had a little reminiscence in her heart, and then she noticed Cheng Ying's gaze.

When Fang had just started to use the flowing wind and snow to deal with the fire and rain of Shang Cheng Ying, Luo Qingli knew that she would not be able to defeat her with this trick alone, and if she continued to stalemate, it would be nothing more than to continue to waste spiritual power, and then lose the battle.

Cheng Ying had used the Pupil Technique continuously, and her mental power was bound to be extremely exhausted, and if she attacked with her divine sense at this time, she would definitely be able to end this battle quickly, but when it came to the juncture, Luo Qingli suddenly had some strange feelings.

For such a thing as sword intent and sword momentum, Song Jinghong can't teach it, she can only understand it by herself, she has long been familiar with sword moves, but she has always lacked an opportunity.

It was about the previous time that he watched a battle between the Jindan monks and saw the sword intent transformation of Yutang Zhenren, and now in the fighting field, this opportunity came unexpectedly, Luo Qingli naturally didn't want to let it go, so he insisted on using this trick to return to the snow.

Fortunately, I successfully experienced the sword momentum and integrated it into the moves, and sure enough, the power of the sword moves was also greatly improved.

Cheng Ying's eyes were complicated, but at this time she had no room to fight again, she knew that she could have won, but at the critical moment, Luo Qing realized the sword momentum.

Is...... What a lucky guy!

The situation on the field was clear at a glance, and the disciples of the Jade Toad Sect were still in a trance, and it took a while before they came back to their senses.

Someone asked, unconvinced, "Me, did we win?"

Several people around him glared at him, "What do you say?"

The crowd burst out laughing.

"Oh my God, it's a win!"

"That's right, if you lose again, then the Jade Toad Sect will really be suffocated to death. ”

"Actually, it's not so gratifying, you know, that nun has defeated three people in a row before......"

But even so, Luo Qingli defeated Cheng Ying, and still fought for the sect, and the disciples who bought Luo Qingli's victory danced happily, and the disciples who originally bragged with the Cheng family raised their heads proudly.

"Let's just say that the spiritual root qualification can't represent everything, even if our Uncle Luo is a five-spirit root, he can still beat people down!"

"Uncle Luo, that's great!"

The audience was noisy and lively, but the faces of the Cheng family on the stage were not very good.

Luo Qingli handed back the soul bell that he had previously gotten from Cheng Ying's hand, "Cheng Daoyou, accept it." ”

Cheng Ying didn't speak, but it was a male cultivator in the early stage of foundation building next to her who snatched the soul bell and said fiercely: "Ying Ying has fought three times in a row, and this will be defeated in your hands!"

The disciples below were always paying attention to the stage, and when they heard this, they were not happy, and pointed at them and shouted: "Cheng Family Daoyou, our Uncle Luo let Cheng Ying Daoyou recover his spiritual power before fighting the Fa, why are you so forgetful at such a young age?"

The male cultivator in the early stage of foundation building stiffened when he heard this, and moved his lips, but he couldn't say anything to refute.

Cheng Ying took a deep breath and said: "Brother Eleven, if you lose, you lose, don't make any excuses, I'm not someone who can't afford to lose." ”

She got up and nodded towards Luo Qingli, and walked off the fighting field, and a group of Cheng family monks also followed her, but the male cultivator who was called Brother Eleven by Cheng Ying remained on the field, and said with a dignified gaze: "Cheng Family Cheng Eleven, please also ask Luo Daoyou to teach!"

As soon as the words fell, Cheng Shiyi took a red tasseled spear in his hand and attacked Luo Qingli.

His attack came too suddenly, the tip of the red tassel spear flashed a little edge, pointing directly at the throat of the person, Luo Qingli turned his eyes and looked, his divine sense was released, condensed like a knife, and stabbed at Cheng Shiyi's divine sense.

"Ahh

Cheng Shiyi's whole body was shocked, holding his head and exhaling in pain, Luo Qingli condensed his spiritual power and put it on his legs and feet, and kicked him in the chest unceremoniously.

Cheng Shiyi flew up, but he didn't have Cheng Ying's skills, he fell firmly on the sidelines, and even fainted directly.

Luo Qingli moved her ankles, and sure enough, she still liked this simple and rough way of playing the most.

From the beginning to the end, it took no more than three breaths, and before many people could react, Cheng Shiyi was already lying there.

"Fa, what's going on?"

"I looked confused, I didn't see it at all. ”

"I suddenly feel that Uncle Luo is a little handsome......"

Luo Qingli felt that there was still half of the spiritual power left in his body, looked in the direction of the Cheng family, and asked loudly, "Which other Taoist friend came to teach?"

The Cheng family was silent for a moment, Cheng Ying looked at the unconscious Cheng Shiyi, and slowly twisted his eyebrows.

Yanbei Zhenren was a little surprised, I didn't expect Luo Yatou to actually attack with divine sense, this kind of exercise is rare, and it is difficult to practice, Luo Yatou is only in the early stage of building the foundation, and he actually practiced to such an effect!

Uncle Jinghong really taught well!