C28 (1/2)
The ten black handprints landed in front of the green wall, causing cracks to appear on the solid green wall. However, the green light circulated and in a flash, it would be restored to its original state.
Wang Qingxu did not panic. His Green Wood zhen Qi attack was not good, and its defense was not good. However, its endurance and tenacity was truly hard to attain. Adding on his precious paper fan and the powerful martial skills collected by the family's flowers, he was confident that he would be able to exhaust any of the Innate realm experts to death.
”The death prison is just a place to scare people! Others might be afraid, but I, Wang Qingxu, am! ” Wang Qingxu sneered in his heart as he circulated his green Zhen Qi. Behind the green barrier, tiny yet solid vines grew out. The vines were sharp and cold, flickering with a poisonous light, like venomous snakes spitting out their tongues.
With a cold laugh, a sharp sword light suddenly burst out from the Quicksand Sword in Chang Lou's hand. Clusters of sword Qis, like poisonous needles, shot out in front of those tiny cracks. The wind was all-pervasive, who could say if the needles were able to stop it?
The sword intent of the < Deadwood Wind-Shaking Sword > focused on ”breaking” and ”entering”. Breaking the sword intent would destroy everything, and entering without any holes would be impossible. The move ”Withering Pine Windwing” seemed to only have one, but when used with different sword intents, it lacked a different effect.
”An insignificant skill!” Wang Qingxu did not expect the dense stream of sword light to suddenly appear in front of him. He did not panic, however, as the vines quickly killed the sword light.
”You should get down!” Chang Lou circulated her true energy, and a substantial sword ray extended from the Quicksand Longsword, fiercely cleaving apart the green barrier once again. Wang Qingxu waved the fan in the air and used the twisted vines to block the attack. However, he was still a step too late.
Before the vines could wrap around the Quicksand Sword, Chang Lou threw out the sword, which exploded as soon as it came into contact with the vines. After the vines had been blown apart, the Quicksand Sword was like an arrow that danced freely in the air as it flew towards Wang Qingxu.
Unconsciously, he used the fan to block in front of him. The Quicksand Sword smashed against the fan, and the huge force of the force sent Wang Qingxu flying once again.
Wang Qingxu didn't even get the chance to use the fan to return to the arena. All he saw was a black mass of palms flying towards him, blotting out the sky and blotting out the sun.
Boom! * Wang Qingxu fell heavily onto the ground. It was unknown which treasure had activated its effect, but a barrier had appeared to block the palm imprint. Wang Qingxu had narrowly escaped death.
The two fought at an extremely fast speed. It looked like they had been fighting for a long time, but in reality, it was only less than half a minute from the time they had challenged Wang Qingxu to step down.
”Next!” Chang Lou shouted out impatiently.
The fifth member of the left squadron was a bit older, with a benevolent face. Upon hearing the call from Chang Lou, he stepped onto the stage with a slight smile.
”Please advise me!” I know you're in a hurry, so I won't waste my time. Let's begin! ” Number Five was very understanding. After saying a few words, he pulled out his sword.
”One strike to determine victory or defeat!” The fifth item, Yu Feng, was full of heroic spirit as he suggested.
”Of course you can!” Chang Lou couldn't help but waste a bit of time, so she naturally agreed as soon as she thought of it.
”Take my attack!” Number Five warned Chang Lou as he released his aura. His entire body seemed to have transformed into a sharp sword that rushed into the sky, with unparalleled sharpness.
Chang Lou looked at the long sword in his hand that was suffused with black light. He had already changed his sword to the Iron Eagle's — An Gan's sword. He wanted to use An Gan's sword move, ”Falling Leaf Ascending Wind”. Naturally, he wanted to use his sword.
Chang Lou held the sword like a pious believer worshipping the Buddha before him, like a gentle lover looking at his distant lover with eyes full of tenderness. In an instant, he became one with the sword.
What kind of desolation, what kind of loneliness, what kind of loneliness was ”Fallen Leaves Windraiser”! He was like a meteor that had burned out its life, a lonely ray of light that had flashed through the eternal night, and a lonely wandering starlight that had scattered all over the sky.