Chapter Seventy-Two: Bitter Fight

Dark clouds covered the entire sky, and as the rain fell sparsely, the sweltering heat on the entire Shenyang Peak suddenly decreased.

As a thunderclap fell, the red condensed qi wave and the turbulent blue light waves suddenly impacted together, and the two-colored true qi seemed to turn into the shape of a dragon and tiger, taking off and biting, but it was the red dragon that was transformed by the red light that gradually gained the upper hand, and the giant tiger condensed by blue light faintly appeared to be suppressed.

Fang Yanqi is extraordinary, and he is improving extremely fast on the path of cultivation, otherwise he would not be accepted as a personal heirloom by the real person in charge. With his realm at the sixfold peak of the Qingxia Realm at the moment, he can indeed be proud of his peers. Even some senior brothers who were two or three years earlier than him could not compare to him in Taoism. Coupled with the magic weapon "Red Dragon" given by the real person in charge, the other party Yanqi is even more powerful.

In contrast, Liu Zifeng is much more miserable. Since worshipping the Falling Moon Peak, he has lived an unsupervised life, in addition to doing his daily routine of carrying water, he is a person who studies the mental method. Although Li Tiancheng often solves his doubts, whether it is in terms of vision or Taoism, where can he compare to the real person in charge.

Since yesterday's trial, among the few people who are currently in the limelight in the trial, Fang Yanqi is undoubtedly the best among them. In yesterday's competition, he defeated a senior brother from the same mountain peak in two or three rounds, this senior brother's realm was similar to his, but he was still not Fang Yanqi's opponent. and Song Xitong of Xinghua Peak, no one knows the details of her realm, and her popularity alone has suppressed everyone.

On the stage, Fang Yanqi's expression was indifferent, and as soon as the seal on his hand changed, he immediately saw that the momentum of the crimson dragon was even higher, and it swayed up in mid-air, and the huge dragon tail was fiercely pumped towards the blue giant tiger.

Liu Zifeng's expression was serious, and the true qi in his body surged again, the blue light became more and more dazzling, and the blue tiger shadow suddenly opened his mouth and let out a roar, and he was also fearless to launch a fierce attack on the red dragon.

With a "bang", the blue giant tiger let out a silent scream, and its whole body became a little more illusory, and it was pulled back dozens of meters by the power of this tail. After the red dragon flicked its tail, its momentum continued unabated, and after a dragon groan, it opened its huge mouth again and rushed over.

When it was too late, it was fast, and the red dragon was extremely fast, and he arrived in front of the giant tiger in an instant. A trace of ruthlessness flashed on Liu Zifeng's face, one hand gestured in front of his chest, and the other hand slammed the trick, and he shouted loudly: "Burst!"

With a "boom", the hard white jade bricks could not block the power of this blow, and the gravel and soil chips flew in all directions, and the audience changed color one after another. This is just a competition between the two of them in the Dao method, and even the magic weapon has not been used yet, and such a big movement has already been made. It was only a moment of effort, and the originally bright and smooth ring was blasted out of a big hole by the two of them.

In the dust, Liu Zifeng's entire body "kicked and pedaled" and retreated more than a dozen steps before he stood firm. Looking at the opposite side again, Fang Yanqi's body also flickered, but he stood in place in an instant, and he was not as embarrassed as Liu Zifeng.

After a move, it seems that the judgment is high.

Fang Yanqi's face remained unchanged, his fingers pointed at the crimson long sword floating in front of him, and when he landed, he saw that this long sword magic weapon called "Red Dragon" suddenly rose into the sky, and the speed was so fast that everyone seemed to see only a red line shooting out from in front of Fang Yanqi. It wasn't until the "Red Dragon" reappeared that it was already in mid-air, and this magic weapon actually broke away from Fang Yanqi's side, and swiped down in the air quite spiritually, and suddenly several red sword qi shot towards Liu Zifeng.

After the giant tiger transformed by Fang Cai's true qi shattered, Liu Zifeng's body trembled, and a faint tearing feeling permeated his heart. Looking up at this moment, I saw that the opponent's powerful magic weapon had launched an offensive again, and he suddenly clenched his teeth and held the Qinglin Sword as a resisting posture.

"Dangdangdang" sounded three times in a row, fortunately, the defense of this Qinglin sword is not bad, Liu Zifeng raised his hand and waved lightly to block these three sword qi, but the huge force that came from it made his body retreat a few meters.

He steadied himself, driven into anger by a barrage of attacks. With the thoughts in his mind, the Qinglin Sword suddenly burst out with a puff of blue light, and with a "" sound, he went straight to the sky, fighting with Fang Yanqi's magic weapon Red Dragon.

This Qinglin sword was given to him by Yue Zixuan, and under Liu Zifeng's familiarity, he also figured out some of its powers. Although the lethality is slightly less, when it comes to tenacity, it is not far behind.

In mid-air, the red light was shining, the blue light was dazzling, and the two magic weapons flew past, making a deafening collision sound from time to time.

Everyone in the audience held their breath and watched the battle on the field with full attention. Fang Yanqi's expression was natural, the crimson light covered his body, and the hand that pinched the trick changed from time to time, controlling the magic weapon "Red Dragon" to fly rapidly in the air, splitting horizontally and vertically, flexible and natural, while Liu Zifeng was also focused, the blue true qi was surging, relying on a trace of contact with the Qinglin Sword to manipulate and command, and from time to time the red light was resisted.

It was also at this time that Liu Zifeng really felt the power of the other party's magic weapon "Red Dragon". Every time the blue light collided with the red light, a trace of the power of the sun passed through the Qinglin Sword and entered his body. In three or five rounds, Liu Zifeng felt that his whole body had become hot, as if he had been thrown into the furnace. The clothes were soaked, and I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

The wind howled, the wind and rain invaded, and the "red dragon" turned into water vapor a few meters around it in mid-air. Liu Zifeng's face turned red, and even his consciousness became a little blurred.

On the other side, Fang Yanqi saw that Liu Zifeng's posture was relaxed, and even the Qinglin Sword in mid-air was stunned, and his face turned ruthless in an instant.

The red light emitted by the "Red Dragon" suddenly doubled, and a hot sword wind evaporated the falling rain and rushed towards the Qinglin Sword.

Caught off guard, everyone saw a vague shadow fly out upside down in an instant, slamming into the stone pillars around the battle platform. Liu Zifeng was hit hard by this, and even the Qinglin Sword flew back from mid-air, inverted not far in front of him.

With a "wow", Liu Zifeng spit out a mouthful of blood, only to feel that all his internal organs were trembling and in severe pain, and there was a trace of hot air coming out of his mouth and nose.

Offstage, behind a thick and strong tree with several people hugging him, the fortune teller looked at the battle situation with a nervous face. When he saw Liu Zifeng being hit hard and vomiting blood, a trace of worry appeared on his face, and he muttered, "You must hold on!"

Not far from the fortune divination, a woman wearing a Shenyang Peak Taoist robe with a graceful posture, wearing a hat on her head, saw Liu Zifeng flying upside down, a touch of evil flashed in her eyes, and she gritted her silver teeth and scolded in a low voice: "Little junior brother is really stupid, but Fang Yanqi is this guy, I must make him look good!"

The wind and rain became tighter, Fang Yanqi bullied up, and the Red Dragon Sword flew in front of him nimbly, carrying him straight into the air. In mid-air, Fang Yanqi looked indifferent, he didn't want to give Liu Zifeng any chance at all, he held the hilt of the red dragon sword with one hand, and the red light around his body suddenly poured into the magic weapon like a long whale absorbing water.

In an instant, the Red Dragon Sword seemed to come to life, and the sword body shook, letting out a monstrous dragon roar, and the rain around it was scattered dozens of meters away. A crimson and purple luster permeated the entire sword body, following everyone's breath and flashing with a strange light.

Fang Yanqi pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, his whole body rushed up again, and he shouted: "Go!"

Suddenly, the sky that was originally shrouded in dark clouds suddenly burst out with a red light, and a trace of scorching rain "snorted", and with Fang Yanqi shouting, the red mangs suddenly condensed into a huge red pillar of light, and went straight to the willow wind with the momentum of destroying the world.

Liu Zifeng got up slowly, the corners of his mouth were still bloodshot, his face was flushed and faintly pale, looking at the direction of the red pillar of light, the hand holding the key changed rapidly.

"Three Talents Demon Suppression Array!"

Three black shadows appeared in front of Liu Zifeng, and this time it was the momentum of the stars and the moon, surrounding Liu Zifeng in the middle. This time, the first black shadow suddenly opened its eyes, grabbed the Qinglin sword on the ground, and slashed down at the pillar of light that attacked in front of him.

Fang Yanqi's blow was extremely powerful, and his face was a little pale at the moment, but there was a look of confidence in his eyes, and he firmly believed that Liu Zifeng would not be able to block this blow.

The loud noise came out again, and the entire Shenyang Peak seemed to shake. This momentary impact seems to have lasted for a long time before it stops.

The three black figures disappeared, and the Qinglin Sword also disappeared, and even the wind and rain between heaven and earth seemed to stop for a moment.

A rain of green light appeared out of thin air, falling on Liu Zifeng's head, body, and feet. He looked up at the black oppressive sky, and a small sword tip that shone with a faint emerald green glow gradually dilated in his pupils.

......

"Senior brother. ”

"Huh?"

"Come here. ”

"Oh. ”

"Closer. ”

"Reach out and hold me. ”

The delicate and lovely girl, with a soft murmur like a natural sound, seems to echo between heaven and earth, becoming the most beautiful voice in the world.

"This sword is not a treasure, if you are really embarrassed, it is a big deal to give me a better magic weapon in the future. ”

The girl chuckled like a hundred flowers blooming, letting all the darkness in the world recede.

"Senior sister, don't worry, as long as I'm alive, even if there are thousands of difficulties, I will do everything I can to let you live happily!"

"Okay!"

......

"Smack!"

The emerald green tip of the sword fell in front of Liu Zifeng, rolled on the ground a few times, and fell at his feet.

The Qinglin sword that Yue Zixuan gave him was broken.

Tremblingly, he crouched down and leaned down to carefully pick up the tip of the sword that was left. Spread out the palms of his hands, his eyes stared, and there seemed to be a line of small words engraved on it.

"With the wind!"

The two words were softly pronounced out of his mouth, and it was only at this moment that he discovered the handwriting on the long sword. In front of the word "with the wind", there seems to be a half-broken word "Xuan", which is somewhat blurry and illegible.

The hand was tightly grasped, ignoring the fact that the tip of the sword had pierced the skin, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down Liu Zifeng's fingertips.