"In the third game, Wuguang Taoist won!"
When Lou Cheng heard this sentence, he didn't think it was wrong, and put more attention on examining his own emotions.
Every failure makes him sad, and this one is no exception.
Although he wounded the enemy and exhausted him a lot, and initially completed his strategic goal, Lou Cheng always felt that he should be able to do better and last longer, so he shouldn't be defeated like this!
To be honest, it was the first time he met such an enemy. He used to joke that so-and-so had a low sense of existence, just like having supernatural powers. It turned out that such things really existed in the world, and Taoist Wuguang was one of the best!
All the information about him has inadvertently neglected this crucial point, making people think that he really just doesn't have a strong sense of existence. Once encountered, he will immediately suffer a big loss because of it:
A little distraction and even your opponent will forget and mistake the target of attention!
If it weren't for Lou Cheng's ability to predict danger, today's battle would have been lost very quickly and terribly!
"It's a good thing Wu... Taoist Wuguang didn't cultivate the unique skills of Anbu and Shibu, otherwise it would be even more terrifying and unpredictable..." Lou Cheng was secretly thankful, calmed down, and planned to write down the matter clearly in a small notebook , look at it often, so as not to forget again.
"Huh, thank you senior for your guidance." He exhaled foul breath, saluted the head teacher of the Shangqing sect who was on the same level as his master, turned around and returned to the edge of the cliff where the Dragon and Tiger Club was located.
"Oh, why did I lose!" "Long night is coming" Seeing this, Yan Xiaoling slapped her thigh suddenly and sent a message on the forum.
It feels like it's over before I figure out who the enemy is...
no strong regrets...
It's like never playing this game...
Similar thoughts also flashed in the minds of Yan Zheke, Cai Zongming and others. They seemed to have watched a fake match. As for the Shang Qingzong, they turned their attention to the next opponent.
At this time, "Ghost King" Ning Zitong had already stood up. His skin was fair and delicate, and his black hair was coiled elegantly. Coupled with his glamorous atmosphere with a slightly mixed-race style, he was particularly eye-catching, and he couldn't tell he was in his forties at all.
Wearing a loose navy blue martial arts uniform, which concealed her beautiful figure, she walked towards Lou Cheng, nodded slightly to greet him.
Lou Cheng nodded in response, instinctively clenched his fists, which was regarded as encouragement.
After brushing past Ning Zitong, he returned to the visiting team's seat. "Dragon King" Chen Qitao glanced at him calmly. He was neither disappointed nor delighted. He quickly turned his attention to the upcoming third game. Jie frowned while thinking hard while remembering hard, as if there were too many questions that he hadn't figured out yet.
Lu Yan coughed and said with a straight face, "It's okay."
Is this a compliment, or is it a compliment? Lou Cheng sat on the futon next to him, and took his ring and mobile phone.
He originally wanted to send a message to the little fairy to share the special ability of Taoist Wuguang, but the electromagnetic disturbance on the scene distorted the signal near the ground, so he had to give up temporarily, put away his equipment, and wait for Ning Zitong and Wuguang Taoist like everyone else. The outbreak of the Guang Taoist War.
It seems that he forgot to do something... Lou Cheng frowned slightly, and immediately heard the referee's "start", so he stretched his expression and concentrated on watching the game.
At this moment, due to the previous "thunderstorm plowing the ground", the layout of Shangqingzong's home field was completely damaged, leaving only the occasional stepping electric shock area and a slightly frantic magnetic field.
Ning Zitong majored in "Anbu", and her fighting style was completely different from other gangsters in the Dragon Tiger Club. As soon as the scene started, she used the "Floating Light and Glittering" movement technique to avoid the electromagnetic flying sword and deceive Wuguang Taoist.
His posture is graceful and his speed is erratic, not like a ghost, but like a blood race in western legends!
Soon, a strange scene of Ning Zitong chasing Taoist Wuguang and electromagnetic long sword chasing her was formed in the venue, but relying on her superiority of body skills, she ignored the latter's attack at all, insisted that Qingshan would not relax, and locked on tightly An opponent who will be forgotten if you are not careful.
The sword light dances, the figure is vertical and horizontal, the real beauty is like jade and the sword is like a rainbow!
The two former title powerhouses, one has strange moves, changes in many ways, swaying fiercely, and the other is fierce and domineering, mainly punching and pumping, and the fight is evenly matched.
But after a while, Taoist Wuguang, who suffered a lot from the trauma, was at a disadvantage. Ning Zitong started to fight with ethereal steps, always able to dodge the attack of the peripheral "flying sword" in time between lightning and stone fire, making the opponent several times The second miss hit the manipulator himself.
"As expected of the ghost king..." Lou Cheng looked at it with relish, and sighed inwardly.
The body technique of "Floating Light and Gliding Shadows" really needs to major in "Anbu" to be able to play to the extreme.
"Taoist Wuguang's strength in melee combat is not bad, Lei Bu's unique skills are quite pure, no worse than Yujianshu and the ability to lack the sense of presence..."
"I have to write it down carefully so that I don't forget it... By the way, I promised to keep a small notebook..."
"Hiss, sister Ning's claws are really impressive..."
"The vicious 'Anbu' secret art is like a work of art in her hands..."
"Hey, it's five... Daoist Guang refuses to cooperate, and always interrupts at critical moments, so that the most brilliant parts cannot be presented."
"What's the matter with this old man? It's an eyesore and affects Ning Jie's performance..."
"It would have been better without him..."
Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of many viewers. Perhaps it was because of the accusations that he died without a disease. Taoist Wuguang gradually broke down, and after another battle, he finally lost to his opponent.
However, "Ghost King" Ning Zitong was not intact. There were several cracks and holes in the navy blue martial arts uniform, and the scorched skin and flesh could be seen inside.
In addition, a sword mark started from her right vest and spread to her neck, leaving a hideous wound and bright blood.
This didn't destroy her image, on the contrary, it added a bit of wild and coquettish beauty to her, and words like "Bloody Mary" suddenly appeared in Lou Cheng's mind.
"In the fourth round, Ning Zitong won!"
The referee's voice came to his ears, and Lou Cheng's gaze shifted to the seat of Emperor Qingzong, and he saw Peng Leyun in a white robe standing upright with no hands or feet, relying solely on the strength of his waist.
He still had short and refreshing hair, his eyes were full of light, and he was concentrating on it, as if countless lightning had been shot down from the nine heavens one after another.
Stepping forward step by step, his remaining thoughts quickly subsided, and the atmosphere around him became fierce, as if there was a very destructive thunder hidden in it.
Where there is yang, there is yin, and where there is life, there is death. The thunder produced by the interaction of yin and yang not only means righteousness, growth, and awakening of all things, but also has the sense of destruction, destruction, and punishment on behalf of the sky. At this moment, Peng Leyun fully embodies the By.
His surroundings became darker and darker, reminding Lou Cheng of his own "Ice Soul", which symbolizes the boundless darkness of the universe, but the other party is closer to death, closer to extinction, like the end of everything.
"Huh..." Lou Cheng frowned and whispered.
This doesn't feel normal... It's not the same as the Taoist priests before...
Suddenly, Lu Yan next to him said with emotion:
"Forbidden Ministry, Shangqing Chapter..."
"..." Lou Cheng looked sideways and blurted out in surprise, "He can learn it so quickly?"
"Enlightenment..." Lu Yan corrected it once, then shook his head slightly, "The inheritance of the sect is still a bit different from ours. If you want to understand, you must first accumulate enough merit."
"Hmm..." Lou Cheng asked thoughtfully, "Then why didn't Taoist Wu...guang show up? He's the head teacher..."
"Do you think that the move of 'Thousands of Thunder, Washing the Earth' came out of his own hands? It's just that he is well integrated with his own skills, so it's not obvious." Lu Yan snorted.
Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds and then said:
"Do you remember this trick?"
It wasn't mentioned by the other party, I almost couldn't remember it!
Hearing this, the muscles on Lu Yan's face twitched.
He looked ahead and said inaudibly:
"The worst battle I lost was when I met Wuguang for the first time..."
"How could you not remember?"
"I remember it very well."
"I remember it all."
…
Don't need to emphasize it so many times... Lou Cheng glanced at Lu Yan curiously, muttered something to himself, then stopped his thoughts, put away his miscellaneous thoughts, and turned his attention to the last battle, the battle that will determine the real winner.
The referee took a step back, and after Peng Leyun and Ning Zitong took their positions, he raised his right arm, exhaled and said:
"start!"
S: I kindly recommend a book by a friend, "The Ferryman", a supernatural novel, and the corpse saver.
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