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Wei Song drew his sword and raised it, and the two swords intersected, drawing a string of sparks. In an instant, Liu Yiwen continuously slashed eight swords at him, each with a different angle and strength, making Wei Song feel that there was no trace.

Wei Song easily blocked this wave of crazy hand-to-hand combat, and when Liu Yiwen regained his breath, his eyes flashed with red light, and several arrow-shaped fire blades smashed straight over.

The sound of sneering breaking through the air came, and Liu Yi raised a three-foot-square ice shield with his left hand to almost block the fire blade. Then he summoned a thick, earthy yellow shield and sat down cross-legged. The True Gang Sword was suspended above his head, emitting a dazzling white light, which made people dare not look directly.

Seeing this, Wei Song sneered. The right hand returned to the sword and pointed to the sky, and in the left hand, there was an extra green bead with a diameter of an inch. He held the bead above his head and began to recite it in his mouth.

With a clear roar, a lightsaber about a zhang long appeared out of thin air at a height of six or seven zhang in the air, and the muddy body trembled and emitted a palpitating hum. At this time, Liu Yiwen's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face was slightly pale. A trace of murderous aura flashed on his face, and he pointed at the giant sword and shouted: "Go!"

At the same time, Wei Song's spell had also taken shape, and he saw that the beads in his left palm emitted a five-colored glow and scattered like fireworks. An oval-shaped transparent light mask formed around him.

On the observation deck, Wei Maoji was standing behind his brother and watching the competition. The elder brother in front of him frowned lightly at this time, and looked a little worried, and turned around and said, "Mao Ji, which peak disciple is competing with Song'er?"

"Brother, this son is a subordinate of Yuquan Peak. Wei Maoji replied.

"I didn't expect this person to be so sophisticated, Song'er is afraid that something is not good!"

"Brother, don't worry, this person's cultivation is a little inferior. Song'er's hope of winning is still quite big. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head and said in a deep voice, "I don't think so!"

When Luochen heard the words of the two, his heart moved: "Mao Qun, is it your nephew?"

Wei Maoqun nodded and said, "It's really unfortunate that it is my nephew Wei Song who competes with my senior brother's disciples." ”

Luochen laughed and said: "Although Yiwen is a disciple of this peak, he is a disciple of the third junior disciple Zhaodong. ”

Wei Maoqun's eyes flashed with a strange light, and he suddenly said: "It turned out to be under the Zhaodong Gate, no wonder the one-handed Vajra Sword Technique is so sharp." ”

The two were talking about sex, and the battle on the field changed again. Liu Yiwen's giant sword attacked the light mask indiscriminately, although it also made the light mask flash with a flash of inspiration, but it still did not break through the defense of this object. His face was hard to look at, but he was deeply touched by the power of this giant sword technique. When he was only in the middle realm, he used this technique to kill the third-level demon beast, and it was as easy as cutting vegetables to break through the defense. But the strange shield in front of him couldn't be attacked for a long time, which made him feel shocked.

Wei Song didn't care about the light mask at this time, he actually sat down cross-legged and chanted something in his mouth. Apparently performing some kind of powerful swordsmanship.

The quaint bronze sword is inscribed with dense runes, and the brilliance on it looks mysterious and abnormal. Suddenly, there was a clear sound, and all the visions on the sword disappeared, and the bronze sword became quiet, as if what had just happened was just an illusion. Wei Song pointed at the bronze sword, and the sword flew towards Liu Yiwen like a meteor, stopping three feet away from the shield and not moving.

Liu Yiwen was wondering why the sword suddenly stopped, and the spiritual power on the shield in front of him rushed towards the bronze sword like a swarm, and the bronze sword slowly became dazzling after absorbing these spiritual powers.

Liu Yiwen's face became quite ugly, this sword actually had such a strange ability, but he had not seen Wei Song use it in the previous few competitions. Watching the spiritual power on the shield slowly pass away, his heart also became heavy. This sword can not only break through his shield, but also use the absorbed spiritual power to attack. At this thought, his magic changed, and a wall of earth rose up in front of him, and the shield was withdrawn by him.

Wei Song had a stunned look on his face, and his opponent's reaction was beyond his expectations. This bronze sword had a miraculous effect on the mana-supported light shield, but I didn't expect Liu Yiwen to give up the shield and use the "Earth Wall Technique" for defense. He pinched the trick again, and the sword was full of inspiration, and it slammed into the wall.

A smile appeared on the faces of the Wei brothers on the observation deck.

Wei Maoji smiled and said, "Song'er's 'Spirit Sword' is used just right, there is great hope for this competition! ”

Wei Maoqun shook his head and said, "The opponent is not slow to react! If the shield is withdrawn for a while, the loss of mana will be even greater." It's too early to say victory!"

The two of them fought evenly on the field, attacking and defending each other, and the mana consumption was huge. The four eyes were locked and confronted, the earthen wall in front of Liu Yiwen was already a pile of rubble, and Wei Song's green bead was also put away—the consumption of mana using two magic weapons at the same time was exponentially increased, which was quite unfavorable in the long-lasting competition.

The two of them held their swords and gasped slightly, calculating with each other, as if they were looking for each other's flaws. Liu Yiwen's essence sparkled in his eyes, and he seemed to have a plan. Wei Song was the first to make a move at this moment, his left hand slowly paddling along a strange trajectory in mid-air, and a low and obscure incantation sounded in his mouth.

Liu Yiwen held the sword in both hands, and the sword body was erected and slightly inclined upward. He spun in circles with odd steps under his feet, growing faster and faster, until finally spinning like a spinning top. A blazing white light emanated from the sword's body, and looking down from the air, there were only six remnants of the same sword left around Liu Yiwen's body, like a white lotus in a deep valley. The surrounding air was stirred, forming a small tornado, emitting a strange whining sound that was not terrifying.

Many disciples in the audience outside the arena stood up in surprise and looked at the ring.

"Look! What's that?"

"What sword move has such a big momentum?"

"Hey, isn't that Boss Wei?

"Who is that person? I don't think I've seen it!"

......

It seems that Wei Song is usually used to being domineering, and many disciples are worried about seeing him lose and suffer an embarrassing end.

The faces of the two Wei brothers on the observation deck became solemn, and Wei Maoqun's eyes were full of surprise, and he muttered: "It's actually 'falling feather style'!"

Wei Song's spell casting was about to go to the first line, and at this time, several light blades were neatly lined up like fishes above his head. There was also a hint of red light on the surface of these blades, emitting a blazing heat. He no longer hesitated to point at Liu Yiwen, and the fish went straight as if they had found a way out.

Liu Yiwen also finished casting the spell at this time, he raised his eyebrows upside down and shouted "Go!", and the six lotus petals were thrown upwards and then turned downward, drawing a beautiful arc in the air just to meet the "school of fish".

Enjoin!

There was just a soft sound, and time seemed to stand still!