The end of the world is so close!
Whether a person is at the end of the world or close at hand depends on Nangong Ziyue's judgment.
If she determines that the opponent is at the end of the world, her response should focus on accumulating strength to meet the opponent's sharp sword coming from the end of the world.
If you judge that the opponent is close at hand, you should move quickly. Because the distance is close, the opponent's move will definitely be very fast, and it will not take time for the opponent to react.
The night was hanging upside down, and the moonlight was like water, filled with brilliance and spreading every inch. Mo Ziyan's sword came from the sky, riding on the brilliance that filled the sky.
Where is he? Is he at the end of the world or so close
Everything is a long story, but all the reactions are between Sumeru, Nangong Ziyue, must make a decision in a very short time.
Otherwise, this sword can defeat her.
Suddenly, Nangong Ziyue moved, taking a step forward with her right foot, and slowly sliding her left and right hands into strange gestures, as if she was urging some strange martial arts.
She didn't charge up any energy, nor did she move quickly. Everyone couldn't help but feel a little confused about what she was going to do.
Wow!
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of running water, and at some point, mountains towered around Nangong Ziyue, and lakes swayed.
Nangong Ziyue stands in the center of the lake, mountains are swimming in the water, and people are floating in the mountains and rivers.
Is it the mountains that are moving or the water that is flowing, or the unworldly woman between the mountains and rivers that is swaying slightly, it is hard to tell.
If you are at the end of the world, I will go with the flow; if you are close at hand, I will not be as still as a mountain.
You have endless moonlight, and you are so close to the end of the world.
I have thousands of mountains and rivers, beautiful scenery, flowing with the waves, or staying still like a mountain, it only depends on your thoughts.
Xiao Chen's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but praise: "What a beautiful landscape and artistic conception. It suddenly turns passive into active. Is this the strength of the eight aristocratic families?"
On the stage where the seeded players were seated, the ten seeded players also showed admiration. The eldest son of the Beiming family, Bei Mingshang, chuckled softly: "I have long heard that the Nangong family has an ancient book called Shanshui Jing. Today, it seems that Nangong Ziyue, I am afraid that after understanding some of these chapters, she will not be able to use her full strength in the competition for the seed players. "
While speaking, he also glanced at Haotian Zong Yue Chenxi, the woman who squeezed Nangong Ziyue out.
Yue Chenxi smiled indifferently and ignored Bei Mingshang's words. Nangong Ziyue didn't use her full strength, so how could she use her full strength.
Clang!
On the competition stage, clear sword sounds suddenly sounded, but it was Mo Ziyan's sword that finally came to Nangong Ziyue.
Nangong Ziyue smiled slightly and pushed forward gently with her palms, which seemed to have the power to change the world.
The surrounding mountains were moving rapidly. Wrong, it wasn't the mountains that were moving, but the water flow that was moving too fast.
Everyone's eyes used the Nangong Ziyue flowing with the waves as a reference, and they had some kind of illusion, thinking that the mountain was moving.
You came from the ends of the earth and I followed the waves and fled thousands of miles away.
On the competition stage, Nangong Ziyue's curvy body quickly retreated. No matter how fast and powerful Mo Ziyan's sword was, it always stopped an inch in front of her, unable to move forward.
Above the loud sword cry, there was a clanging sound, and the powerful sword intent floated out, passed through the wind and thunder barrier, and spread to the surrounding audience stands.
The long swords in the hands of many swordsmen couldn't help but tremble. Under the blessing of the moonlight, Xiao Cheng's sword intention more than doubled in power.
After being unable to attack for a long time, Mo Ziyan quickly changed his moves, holding the sword with one hand instead of holding it with both hands, his feet were hanging in the air, and he struck down with the sword on the head.
Fire burns the mountain!
The night dissipated, the bright moon disappeared, and the scorching sun shone in the sky. In a short moment, Mo Ziyan changed his mood.
The soft moonlight transformed into the strongest to the scorching light of the sun, shrouding Nangong Ziyue, forcing him to fight hard.
call out!
Nangong Ziyue suddenly stopped. For a moment, the mountains did not move, the water did not flow, the mountains were silent, and the waves were calm.
Showing his ability to control the artistic conception in detail, with thousands of mountains as the general trend and the lake as the intention, Nangong Ziyue was not afraid of the opponent's head-on confrontation and punched him hard.
boom!
The fists and swords fought hard, violent explosions sounded on the competition stage, and continuous waves of air hit the surroundings in waves.
Above the wind and thunder barrier, waves visible to the naked eye appeared, obviously suffering a strong impact.
If it weren't for the barrier, the impact of this power would probably affect some of the warriors who were closer in the audience.
"So powerful. Do all the top geniuses of the younger generation have such strength?"
"It seems that he will not give in any more than the ordinary low-grade Martial Emperor."
"Compared with them, the rising rookies are undoubtedly a little less powerful."
Everyone on the stage was extremely surprised, obviously not expecting that the head-on collision between the two people would have such a huge impact.
Lin Fei, the swordsman genius, looked at the two people on the field, with a fiery light flashing in his eyes, and murmured: "Master is indeed right. There are countless geniuses in the Five Kingdoms Tournament. I did underestimate these people before."
boom!
There was another violent explosion, and in the sky, the scorching sun transformed by Mo Ziyan's artistic conception suddenly shattered into countless sparks.
The world returned to darkness again, and the setting sun in the distance shone golden light on the competition stage again.
The lake at the foot of Nangong Ziyue has no waves after the microwave ripples. The mountains are still the same mountains and the water is still the same water.
A punch and a sword determine who is strong and who is weak.
Mo Ziyan, whose face was pale, fell to the ground and seemed unwilling to do so. He lightly patted the competition stage with his palm and rose into the air to kill Nangong Ziyue again.
Whoosh!
The fierce sword light was like a sharp wind blade, sweeping in all directions. As the sun and moon changed, Mo Ziyan's aura changed unpredictably, and his sword moves were also unpredictable.
Nangong Ziyuehao didn't panic and walked among the mountains and rivers. His fists came out at will, taking the momentum of the mountains and the meaning of the flowing water, breaking Mo Ziyan's sword with each move.
Feng Yuan, the eldest son of the Feng family, who was famous for his Qinggong among the eight great families, looked at the situation and said: "The artistic conception of landscape is really powerful. I am afraid that Mo Ziyan will not be able to wait until the moment when Nangong Ziyue Mountain runs out of water."
Bai Qi smiled and said: "Why wait until the mountains and rivers are exhausted? If he is really capable, he can split the mountains and cut off the water. If thousands of mountains are broken and thousands of rivers cannot flow, Nangong Ziyue will naturally be defeated. It's a pity that he, Mo Zi, Yan doesn’t have this ability.”
Sima Lingxuan was silent, and he agreed with Bai Qi's view in his heart. Although Nangong Ziyue was strong, if that was all, she was not an opponent at their level.
Mountains and rivers are immortal!
Nangong Ziyue shouted softly and was not prepared to continue fighting. A column of water rose up from the lake behind her, and she punched forward with the power of immortality of mountains and rivers.
One punch is a mountain, and another punch is water. The mountains and rivers are immortal, and I am the only one who exists. A domineering aura that is proud of all the heroes spreads out from Nangong Ziyue.
boom!
The boundless sword power that Mo Ziyan developed during the transition between the sun and the moon disappeared under these fists. He spit out two mouthfuls of blood and was knocked down on the wind and thunder barrier, losing the ability to continue fighting.
Nangong Ziyue stood up with her fists closed. The mountain was no longer there, the water was no longer present, and there was only the breeze blowing on the competition stage.
In the huge auditorium, all the warriors were silent. The extremely domineering punch just now left a deep impression on everyone.
It was hard to imagine that such a domineering punch could be delivered by such a delicate and pretty woman.
The final battle of the first day of competition did not disappoint everyone. Mo Ziyan and Nangong Ziyue were worthy of everyone's expectations.
Nangong Ziyue looked at the seat of the seeded contestants, her eyes fixed on Yue Chenxi's face, and then she gently floated down to the competition stage.
Everyone understood that flying look. In the preliminary round, Nangong Ziyue failed in the competition for the Dragon Pillar. Nangong Ziyue, who did not want to expose her strength, was forced to give up her qualification as a seed player.
But it doesn't mean that she is really not as good as Yue Chenxi. She is challenging Yue Chenxi to avenge him for stealing her seed.
After tomorrow, what a stunning battle it will be between the Shanhe Immortal Fist and the Chaoyang Dawn Fist, which is at its peak.
Yue Chenxi and Nangong Ziyue, who is stronger and weaker has made everyone excited.