Luo Jianqing's first fight was over, but the time was over after a stick of incense.
Mu Tianxin mainly focused on alchemy. Although he was one of the seven Taihua sons, he was the ninth disciple of this generation to form alchemy, and his strength was not high. No one in the Zongmen Grand Competition will release water. This time, Mu Tianxin happened to meet Luo Jianqing. Even if he tried his best, all kinds of magic weapons and medicinal herbs came into battle, but they failed to cause any damage to Luo Jianqing.
Among the seven sons of Taihua, the gap is so great.
After the game was over, Mu Tianxin pulled Luo Jianqing's sleeve and snorted softly, "Senior brother, you won't let me down."
Luo Jianqing said helplessly: "Little Junior Sister, I have already given you time to throw your magic weapon into the sky, what do you want me to do to you?" The implication is that Luo Jianqing can end the comparison in a shorter time. Dou, for the sake of his little junior sister's face, he has worked very hard to get Mu Tianxin to make a move.
Mu Tianxin pursed his mouth depressed, turned his head and stopped looking at Luo Jianqing, as if he was really angry. But when Luo Jianqing came to the stage for the second time, she still took out a bottle of medicinal pill from her own ring and stuffed it into Luo Jianqing's hand, whispering: "Anyway... Anyway, I can't use it now, Brother, you can use it."
Luo Jianqing couldn't help laughing and crying.
The disciples Luo Jianqing met this time were not the seven Taihua sons.
The ninth junior brother has just entered the Golden Core Stage for only a year. Now that he has met Luo Jianqing, he carefully bowed before waiting for Luo Jianqing to do anything to him. The ninth junior brother stepped back timidly. One slipped, and fell to the stage by himself.
Jie Zizhuo was stunned: "It turns out that you are so lucky, Senior Brother! No wonder you are not jealous anymore!"
Luo Jianqing: "..."
In front of Lingyun Hall, the disciples who followed their elders to watch the battle were also shocked by the scenes in front of them.
In the first game against Mutianxin, they only saw Luo Jianqing dodging for a long time, and finally forced Mutianxin back with a sword qi. In this second game, Luo Jianqing just stood firm and didn't say a word, and his opponent fell by himself!
"This senior brother of Taihua Mountain... is really as powerful as the legend?"
"My master always said that luck is also a kind of strength. Look at their second senior brother from Taihua Mountain, isn't he going to have a bye?"
"I was all set to watch a fierce and exhilarating fight, how come now..."
After the two rounds, only Luo Jianqing, Wei Qiongyin and Zuo Yunmo, who had a lucky bye, were left on the field.
The random order of Taihua Mountain this time is really bad. Every time the difference in strength between the two sides is very large, not to mention the monks outside, even the disciples of Taihua Mountain are confused, and they decided after a few glances. win or lose.
Seeing that the discussions of the monks outside were getting louder and louder, the disciples of Mount Taihua snorted in dissatisfaction and began to cheer for their brothers and sisters.
"Come on, Senior Sister Wei! Senior Sister Wei, quickly pull out your sword and show them!"
"Brother Zuo will definitely win!"
That's right, Luo Jianqing actually got a bye in this semifinal match.
Luo Jianqing walked down the stage helplessly, waiting for Zuo Yunmo and Wei Qiongyin to finish the game. The eyes of the expatriate disciples are always aimed at Luo Jianqing. In addition to the admiration and amazement at the beginning, there is a hint of inexplicable meaning in these eyes.
Luo Jianqing didn't care, he looked up at Bi Doutai.
This game is really turbulent, and it is very different from the previous battles.
Wei Qiongyin pulled out the sword for the first time, but Zuo Yunmo still sealed the sword in the scabbard and looked at Wei Qiongyin with a smile. The figures of the two turned into nothingness in the competition platform. After fighting for half an hour, Wei Qiongyin's mouth was bloody, and he was truly defeated.
Zuo Yunmo cupped his hands and smiled, "Junior sister, I'm sorry."
Wei Qiongyin also handed over her hands and stepped down to heal her injuries with a cold face.
This time, the outside disciples finally fell silent, holding their breath as they looked at Zuo Yunmo on the stage and Luo Jianqing on the stage. Not letting them down, Luo Jianqing quickly tapped on his toes, floated lightly on the platform, and said with a smile, "Junior brother, in the hearts of junior brother and junior sister, you are now a great hero."
A shy smile appeared on Zuo Yunmo's delicate face, he shook his head, slowly pulled out the long sword from the scabbard, and said, "Senior brother, I have been preparing for this battle for seven years, you have to accept it. All right."
As soon as the voice fell, the overwhelming sword shadow slashed towards Luo Jianqing. The sword shadow densely blocked Luo Jianqing's every way out. There were exclamations from the audience, but Luo Jianqing, who stood in the center of the sword shadow, still curled his lips indifferently, without a trace of fear.
"The first form of Qingyang Sword Art, the Sword of the Sun!"
Zuo Yunmo kept holding his hand, and the Qingyun sword in his hand quickly stabbed at Luo Jianqing. Behind him, a fiery red full sun rose slowly, scorching the earth with scorching heat, bursting with light.
Luo Jianqing dodged to avoid the monstrous sword shadow, and seemed to have no time to care about the terrifying sword move.
The round sun finally rose completely from the horizon, instantly turned into a fireball, and rushed towards Luo Jianqing, who was constantly dodging.
Outside the arena, the disciples felt the temperature in the air rise sharply, and many people even started to sweat. In front of Lingyun Hall, Venerable Hao Xingzi stroked his beard with satisfaction, raised his hand to reinforce the barrier on the platform, and the temperature dropped again.
Seeing that the round sun has been pressed towards Luo Jianqing's body, it seems to be about to be burned into coke, but Luo Jianqing's eyebrows are full of blue light, and in a short while, a sword about three feet seven inches long appears in his hand. The color of the sword flashed like glass, Luo Jianqing held the sword and raised his hand, without any moves, just blocked before the round of round sun.
boom!
A sword blocked Yuan Ri's offensive, and in an instant, the scorching sun vanished.
However, the next moment, Luo Jianqing suddenly flashed to the side, and a sword had pierced into the position where he was just now.
Zuo Yunmo held his sword with a smile and said, "Senior brother, you have to be careful, don't underestimate the enemy."
Luo Jianqing said calmly: "Junior brother, you have to be careful."
The voice fell, and the clanging sound of metal collision suddenly sounded. The figures of the two have almost become phantoms, and they are constantly colliding on the stage. Even Wei Qiongyin can't see their movements clearly. The other disciples who came to watch the battle are also confused. The elders all exclaimed in amazement.
"This is actually a battle of Jindan stage cultivators?"
"The seven sons of Taihua live up to their reputation! It is indeed Luo Jianqing who made Luoshui gradually clear!"
On the platform, Luo Jianqing tapped on his toes, calmly and calmly dealt with every attack from Zuo Yunmo, and he acted very unrestrainedly, as Venerable Xuan Lingzi said the night before, without falling on Yu Xiaofeng's face . However, just when Luo Jianqing waved his sword upward again, Zuo Yunmo laughed softly.
Luo Jianqing's eyes opened, and his heart suddenly felt bad, but before he had time to step back, he heard Zuo Yunmo whisper: "Senior brother, you are still careless."
As soon as these words landed, a blue and vast sky appeared on the platform.
Hao Xingzi exclaimed in a low voice: "Yun Mo has cultivated to such a state?"
The sky was getting wider and wider, filling the entire competition stage with majestic and arbitrary momentum, and the mighty Ling Ran righteousness was scattered from the sky. Originally, Zuo Yunmo had consumed a lot of spiritual power in the battle just now, but now he has replenished it all. I saw him standing under the azure sky, his clothes fluttering, and the vast spiritual power was released from the Azure Cloud Sword.
"The second form of Qingyang Sword Art, Qingyun Sword!"
As Zuo Yunmo's words fell, the sky hit Luo Jianqing straight. This kind of offensive stirred up the enchantment slightly, and even Luo Jianqing squinted his eyes, quickly pinched his hand, and the Shuangfu sword floated in front of him excitedly.
The momentum suppressed by the sky caused a wave of air in the arena, and Luo Jianqing couldn't help but take two steps back to stabilize his figure.
At the moment when the blue sky was about to be pressed down, the Shuangfu Sword suddenly changed into a nine-handed sword, spinning and stabbing towards the sky.
"One sword transforms nine lotus!"
A large black cloud suddenly floated from the sky, covering the blue sky, the cloud was heavy, and a thick thunderstorm descended, followed by the Frost Floating Sword, and merged with the Qingyun Sword in mid-air.
For a time, there was lightning and thunder, and the sky and thunder collided!
Hao Xingzi quickly waved his sleeves and reinforced the barrier.
I saw a burst of smoke rising from the Bidoutai, and everyone looked nervously at the Bidoutai, only to see blood dripping from the fingertips of the handsome senior brother in white robes, gasping for breath. In front of him, Zuo Yunmo, who was still laughing at Yan Yan just now, spat out a large mouthful of blood. He stumbled to the ground and fell for more than ten steps. Fortunately, he didn't fall down when he was supported by Qingyun Sword.
Luo Jianqing clenched his fingers, blood flowed down, and said, "Junior brother, admit defeat."
Zuo Yunmo raised his lips with a smile, looked at the young man in white in front of him tenderly, and murmured, "How can you just admit defeat?"
As soon as the voice fell, he saw a sky rising again. Luo Jianqing looked at this scene in horror, and said anxiously: "Junior brother, you will exhaust your spiritual power like this, why do you do this..."
"Senior brother, I'm waiting to learn from each other, and I will definitely spare no effort. And...Jianqing, didn't you say that you must go all out?"
Looking at Zuo Yunmo's smile, Luo Jianqing was suddenly stunned.
Luo Jianqing looked up at the vast azure sky and narrowed his eyes. He suddenly guided him, and a phantom power condensed from his palm. That power broke through the barrier of Bidoutai enchantment with an irresistible force, and when facing the venerable elders in front of Lingyun Hall, he was afraid to dodge aside, but when facing those disciples, it penetrated directly.
This power frantically grabbed all the grass and trees within a mile radius of the Cangshuang Peak.
Countless stars that are invisible to ordinary people flew up from the sky and gathered on Luo Jianqing's body. These forces arrogantly flew starlight past the eyes of Venerable Hao Xingzi, but the latter did not know it at all, and still held his breath as he watched the scene on the stage.
next moment! Luo Jianqing's breath began to increase, 10%, 20%, 30%... When he returned to his heyday, the soaring breath did not stop there, but continued to superimpose frantically!
The tribulation elder of the Broken Soul Sect said in shock, "What kind of exercise is this?"
Hao Xingzi tightened his eyebrows and said, "Jianqing is cultivating the supreme method "Nine Lotus Books" from my Mount Taihua."
Everyone immediately understood: "It turned out to be the rumored "Nine Lotus Book of Hearts", no wonder it is so!"
Luo Jianqing hit the ground with his palm, and a ten-meter-long handprint appeared on the platform.
"Capture Spring and Autumn!"
"One sword transforms nine lotus!"
Luo Jianqing's sword turned into a green lotus, and stabbed the sky quickly.
boom! boom! boom!
The bright and dazzling sword light pierced the sky, piercing the blue sky powerfully and domineeringly, turning it into countless fragments. That aura burst out, hitting the barrier next to Bidoutai, everything changed completely in the blink of an eye, the barrier suddenly burst, and the vast sword energy went directly to the audience.
Hao Xingzi's eyes shrank, his feet stomped on the ground, and the enchantment appeared outside the arena again, just blocking the sword energy that was escaping.
After the loud bang, Luo Jianqing's face was pale, and Zuo Yunmo flew out, and the whole person passed out, covered in blood.
Luo Jianqing immediately stepped forward to check, and the little junior sister also quickly took the medicine pill and fed it into Zuo Yunmo's mouth, but after a while, the people from Qinglan Peak carried Zuo Yunmo out.
The whole place was silent.
The expatriate disciples and the Taihua Mountain disciples all stared at the elegant white-clothed cultivator with horrified eyes.
After a long time, the referee elder woke up like a dream and shouted: "The winner of Jindan stage, Luo Jianqing, middle stage of Jindan!"
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The final result of the Zongmen Grand Competition spread throughout Taihua Mountain within a day. When the expatriate elders led people away, there were still many expatriate disciples carefully looking at the elegant and handsome Taihua Mountain Senior Brother, completely daring not to dare. I believe that such a good-looking person has such terrifying lethality.
Although Luo Jianqing also suffered some injuries, it was only a minor injury compared to Zuo Yunmo. After he had sent all the guests, he was summoned by Venerable Hao Xingzi to Lingyun Hall again, and told him to cultivate well and set off for Liuyan Valley in seven days.
After Luo Jianqing responded all, he flew back to Yuxiao Peak.
This time, Xuan Lingzi did not continue to retreat. He was wearing a white shirt that was very similar to Luo Jianqing. The sleeves were embroidered with complicated golden patterns.
Seeing this, Luo Jianqing was slightly taken aback, and respectfully said: "Master."
Xuan Lingzi was still standing on the edge of the cliff, and the strong wind rolled up his robes and made a hunting sound.
Luo Jianqing had been standing behind Xuan Lingzi, and he didn't know how long it took before he heard an indifferent voice softly ringing: "Jianqing, how did you treat your second junior brother in the sect competition today? Severely injured?"