Chapter 332 Battle with Zhang Ji
Spirituality at the perfect level?
Qingyangjian's indifferent expression was completely absent, and his face was a little distorted.
Originally, he thought that after the breakthrough in swordsmanship, he could be sure of everything, but there would still be a change?
A perfect spiritual art, how is it possible!
He felt an unprecedented pressure.
In particular, thinking of the confident remarks he had made before, and then feeling the gazes betting on him...
His face flushed, and he felt that his face was trampled by the opposite Zhang Yun.
Suddenly, he thought of something, and his face became even more ugly.
"You are deliberately hiding your strength in front of you?"
"No wonder I think the speed at which you are using your spiritual skills is not right!"
After thinking about everything, Qingyangjian felt extremely humiliated.
This feeling of being teased and looked down upon made him go crazy.
Especially when he thought that this kid was not as good as him two months ago, he was still a loser, and he was defeated so badly that he couldn't even look straight at him...
At this moment, his heart burned with discomfort.
"I won't lose!"
Qingyangjian's face twisted.
The next moment, he recalled Feijian and continued to wave and perform Qingyang swordsmanship.
One after another sword qi vertical and horizontal.
Looking at the incoming sword qi, the traversing body is very calm, and directly exerts all the strength that has been revealed so far.
Three azure blue water arrows at the perfect level appeared instantly, and the mysterious atmosphere of 30% artistic conception was attached to them.
They swept everything in front of them and collided with those sword qi. Those sword qi didn't last long and were directly pierced and scattered.
In the face of the three water arrows flying towards him, Qingyang Sword slashed with his sword in embarrassment.
Bang Bang Bang, the three water arrows disappeared.
However, even though he killed them, his hands were trembling, and it was obviously very difficult to deal with.
Moreover, he has to face more than this wave!
The same suppression situation as before appeared again, but this time it was more overwhelming, because the traversing body no longer hides the speed of casting spells, and the water arrows instantly disappeared. Appear.
Qingyangjian was exhausted, his body became more and more embarrassed, and his body was dripping with blood.
On the other hand, the traversing body is very intact, and the clothes are not messed up, forming a sharp contrast with him.
This scene shocked the onlookers.
Soon, Qingyang Sword Zhang Jiankun couldn't hold on any longer, he howled mournfully, and a few holes were pierced by a water arrow in his body accidentally.
The blood was dripping, and the internal organs and bones were faintly visible...
This was because the water arrow did not explode on him, otherwise the whole person might be gone.
At this moment, Qingyang Sword Zhang Jiankun squatted on the ground, but he no longer had the strength to resist.
Qingyangjian looked lost, and muttered to himself, "I actually lost..."
Losing to mediocre aptitude, the last time the family Xiaobi was in the hands of the defeated generals he ignored...
At this moment, he only Feeling hopeless.
"As a genius, how can I lose..."
Looking at the young man not far away, he was burning with all his heart and heart, full of unwillingness and despair.
Qingyang Sword lost!
The appearance of the result made the surrounding immortal cultivators take a deep breath.
Qingyang Sword, the top three among the top ten geniuses, lost all of them?
People looked incredible.
Then, they looked at the boy with shock in their eyes.
Zhang Rongrong and the other top ten geniuses looked at the teenagers in the ring with an incomparably solemn heart.
This is definitely a very tricky opponent!
Air.
The immortal cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm were also watching this scene in amazement.
Not long ago, they were still admiring the talent of Qingyang Sword and felt that he could compete for the title of the first genius. Now...
especially just a moment ago, they were still complaining that Qingyang Sword was too heavy, it is very likely that There was a situation where Zhang Yun
was beaten to death. Now? They think so, that the Qingyang Sword, who was sure to win, actually lost?
Even the other way around, they have to worry about that Zhang Yun's junior misses and kills the Qingyang Sword?
This contrasting result made them stunned and shocked.
For a time, a famous immortal cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Realm looked at the immortal-like young man standing on the ring, and there was only shock left in his eyes.
Zhang Yun's strength is actually so strong!
"Isn't he the root of the Five Elements and Miscellaneous Spirits?" The
foundation-building cultivators expressed that they did not understand the world.
A perfect spiritual technique, 30% of the power of artistic conception, and seventeen-year-old Qi practice?
This is really the root of the five elements?
They feel a little confused.
on the ring.
"You..."
Qingyangjian looked at the young man not far away with strong unwillingness in his eyes, and wanted to say something.
But before he could finish his words, because of the serious injury, the whole person went black and fell on the ring.
Seeing this, the referee not far away checked the Qingyang Sword and confirmed that he no longer had the strength to fight again. After taking out the healing talisman and medicinal pill to treat him, he announced, "Zhang Yun wins!"
Soon, someone lifted the Qingyang Sword off the ring, and the traversing body also walked off the ring.
Not long after he got off the ring, he saw a group of people surrounding him.
"Awesome, after this family competition, you must be one of the top ten geniuses!"
"I don't know who will be squeezed out this time. You must know that the name of the top ten geniuses not only means fame, but also represents The resource inclination of the family!"
"Brother Zhang Yun, how did you become so powerful?"
Faced with words of exclamation or doubt, after transmigrating vaguely, he directly replied. Neglected.
At this time, Zhang Yong in the crowd came over, looked at him with emotion, and said, "Little brother Zhang Yun, are you too powerful?"
"I remember the first time I saw you, you were not much better than me. Ah, how long has it been..."
"And your appearance, if it wasn't for the familiarity from your voice and body, I wouldn't have recognized it..."
They were talking here, dozens of builders in the air The base-level immortal cultivators, this meeting is also a little itchy, and wants to ask some things in the end.
However, after careful consideration, they decided to wait until the end of the competition.
At this time, he was observing the traversing bodies of other arenas, and suddenly heard an exclamation from Zhang Yong's mouth beside him.
"It's Zhang Ji, he has already practiced Qi for the seventh level!"
Chuan Ti heard the words and turned his head to look in the direction he was looking at.
On a ring in the distance, Zhang Ji, who was only seventeen years old, was standing on the ring, relying on his seven-layer Qi practice, he easily defeated another top ten genius.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Yong next to him sighed, "This guy is really a little monster, and he deserves to be called the most talented one among the top ten geniuses!"
As he said that, he swept his eyes to the side, noticed that after passing through the body, fearing that he would show a strange expression, he hurriedly comforted, "But little brother Zhang Yun, you are not bad, you are a genius comparable to him, so you don't have to belittle yourself. ."
Transmigration Body heard noncommittal.
Time passed quickly, and soon it was his turn to fight in the ring.
This time it's the top twenty-five of the fifty.
In this competition, luck was relatively good, and the encounter was a little-known eighth-level qi immortal cultivator.
Without any accident, the other party's luck in trying to fight was quickly shattered.
"I admit defeat."
The young man in the ring clutched his wound and conceded defeat with a wry smile.
After winning this match, not long after walking off the ring, Transmigration found that the next match was 25 to 10, and it was also a match that determined the position of the top ten talents in the future.
Different from the previous competition, in order to ensure fairness and avoid someone with better luck, encountering a weak person who wins by chance, this competition will be a cross-examination.
And the losers in the front, such as Qingyang Sword and the like, can also play the resurrection match, one more chance.
Including the five resurrected people, there are thirty people in the final competition, and
one person has to win more than once before he has a chance to enter the top ten.
The one who loses the most is naturally eliminated.
The number of wins will also affect the ranking among the top ten geniuses.
The one who wins the most will naturally rank higher.
The time came to noon, and the fierce sunlight fell on the ring in the valley.
Soon, the transmigration body met the first opponent.
"Brother Zhang Yun, is that you?" The
burly Zhang Yan looked at the boy standing opposite the ring with a wry smile.
When the transmigrator saw that it was him, he nodded.
"Let me see how much strength I can give you, brother Zhang Yun."
After saying such a sentence, which made the immortal cultivators who were watching the battle puzzled, he took action.
First, a thick layer of earth armor appeared on his body, and then he didn't dare to be careless, so he would use earth spirit techniques to attack Zhang Yun's younger brother.
It's a pity that three water arrows rushed towards him before he could display the earth spirit technique.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Yan smiled wryly, feeling powerless in his heart.
Faced with the level of strength against Qingyang Sword, there were no surprises in the following, Zhang Yan was quickly defeated and was directly knocked off the ring.
The people watching the battle were stunned.
They especially remember that during the last family competition, Zhang Yan once knocked Zhang Yun out of the ring
. The bitterness is heavier.
"This strength gap, alas..."
He felt powerless while he was unwilling.
In this scene, the other ten geniuses looked solemn.
After a period of rest, the competition began again, and the transmigrator entered the ring again.
There were also no surprises, he won again, even without revealing more strength.
Even if he met several other top ten geniuses, Zhang Rongrong and others, he still won.
Until the first place is to be decided, this is not considered an opponent.
I don't know if it was a deliberate arrangement by the elders of the Foundation Establishment Realm. This time he met Zhang Ji.
And the first will be born between the two of them! In the
evening, the crimson rays of light shone from the sky, and the ring was glowing red.
On the first ring.
After the rest, the two took their places one after another, and looked at each other.
Under the ring.
Thousands of people looked at the ring with anticipation and curiosity in their hearts.
At this moment, they were talking about each other.
"You said, who will win the first place?"
"I can't say, it's hard to say, neither of them has ever lost, and they both have a good chance of winning.
" In addition to consummation, the revealed cultivation bases are all seven levels of Qi training, and they all have 30% of the power of artistic conception."
"So, it seems that Zhang Yun has a better chance of winning?"
"This may be, who knows Zhang Ji. Are there any hidden methods? If there are some hidden methods, then in the end, who will lose and who will win is really uncertain!"
"In short, the gap between the two of them is not particularly big..."
Amidst the discussions and the attention of everyone, at this moment in the ring The two above have different thoughts.
Zhang Ji looked at the boy with some fear.
At this moment, a series of voices were ringing in his mind.
"Although your family is only a small family, this little guy called Zhang Yun is also incomparable to those arrogant demons of the big forces, but this little guy is indeed talented in spiritual arts!"
"Don't lose. Now, if you really lose and lose my face, then I won't teach you a lesson!"
Finally, Elder Xu said solemnly, "Be serious with me, don't hide your strength, it's better to use what I gave you at the critical moment. Tricks."
"Is it so serious?" Although Zhang Ji didn't care much in his heart and felt that Zhang Yun was definitely not his opponent, he couldn't help but be more serious when he heard Old Man Xu say this.
"Knowing about Mr. Xu, I will do my best to show this guy how good I am."
Zhang Ji earnestly made the ticket.
Xu Lao nodded with satisfaction.
He knew that as long as the kid Zhang Ji took the shot seriously and used all the means, the little guy named Zhang Yun would have absolutely no chance of winning.
After thinking about it, he relaxed.
At this time, the Foundation Establishment Judge on the ring glanced at them, and after feeling that the two were almost ready, he said, "The competition can begin." In the
next second, Zhang Ji said with a smile, "In order to respect you, This time, I'll try my best to do my best, so that you can see my true strength, so that you can be convinced of losing." After the
words were finished, before the transcendental body could make a sound, there was a shock from the arena. call.
"What, what Zhang Ji showed in front is not his real strength?"
"This..."
The faces of the immortal cultivators watching the battle showed a look of surprise.
Zhang Zhangji actually has hidden strength!
"How strong is his real strength?"
They were stunned.
At this moment, the remaining eight geniuses who had already decided their rankings frowned, and looked at Zhang Ji on the ring with fear and dignified eyes.
The dozens of base-building immortal cultivators in the air were also surprised.
Afterwards, one after another looked forward to Zhang Ji.
"Zhang Ji this kid..."
"Let's see what level the most talented junior in our Zhang family has..."
They looked expectant.
While they were thinking so, Zhang Ji in the ring also showed something initially as they wished.
A mysterious aura was released from his body openly and aboveboard.
"This is the breath of the mood of wood?"
"No, no, this is not the ordinary breath of the mood of wood, this is..."
"The artistic conception of Xiaochengmu has reached the level of 40%?!"
"Hi..." I
don't know how many immortal cultivators watching from the arena took a deep breath.
Even the rest of the top ten geniuses, as well as the elders of the Foundation Establishment in the air, will be shocked.
(End of this chapter)