Fairy Winner

It won't work like this.

The use of sword intent is very expensive, and Hong Yuan can't see any signs of breaking Zhou Shu's defenses, and must be changed.

Bang.

Hong Yuan rose into the air, a pair of yellow wings swinging slightly behind him.

"It's my bullying."

Zhou Shu glanced at it and said lightly.

With a trace of sullenness on Hong Yuan's face, he said angrily, "Yes, it's your bullying, but can you get it back?"

Zhou Shu looked calm, "I can."

"Don't be ashamed!"

Hong Yuan's figure suddenly changed, as if a human sword was united into one, turning into a yellow ball of light, whirling around Zhou Shu at an extraordinary speed.

The wind was abruptly stronger, and the whole stage rolled up with a gust of wind and rumbling noises.

On the stage, Hong Yuan's figure could no longer be seen clearly. He seemed to blend in with the wind, looming in the whirlwind, up and down, left and right.

This is the secret skill he has practiced hard in recent months, using the maneuver of deceiving the wind to maximize the power of the Lone Wind Sword Art, and hiding his whereabouts, making people completely incomprehensible and impossible to prevent.

There was a panic in the audience.

"What kind of sword art is this, it's too weird."

"It's so strong, there are afterimages everywhere, as if there are dozens of Senior Brother Hong, this is going to be over next Zhou Shu."

The practitioners of the Ning Vein Realm also appreciated, "Hong Yuan is worthy of being a genius. It is good to be able to make full use of the magic weapon's speed to make such a wonderful change in the Gufeng Sword Art."

"The main magic weapon is easy to use, but Zhou Shu is difficult. It is very difficult to deal with such an offensive just before the foundation is built."

The lanky cultivator nodded, "Yes, foundation-building cultivators rarely fight in the air. However, if Zhou Shu's golden feather eagle is there, then I don't worry at all."

Zhou Shu didn't move, and his eyes were somewhat indifferent, as if staring blankly.

This caused Yang Mei and the others underneath to suspend their hearts again.

Hong Yuan's cold voice came in the wind, "You finally angered me and can force me to use this trick. It is your honor. This style of wind-turning sword was originally used by me to compete for the inner door ranking."

"Use it quickly, after this day, you will never use it again."

Zhou Shu smiled lightly. Suddenly a few talismans were thrown out.

With supernatural consciousness, no matter how Hong Yuan changes his position, he can't escape Zhou Shu's tracking.

In fact, he knew exactly how Hong Yuan acted. But Fuluo's speed is limited, it is difficult to hit. It must be calculated for a period of time to calculate the law of Hong Yuan's changing position.

Fortunately, Hong Yuan didn't change much, Zhou Shu's spiritual consciousness was strong, and he quickly determined the correct position.

He was certain that after Fu Lu took the shot, Hong Yuan would definitely be hit.

Bang, bang!

On the stage, there were several hail rains.

Hong Yuan was in one of them, wrapped in hailstones, and his whole body was a little stiff.

Although he is not afraid of the power of hail. However, the density of the hail rain was too high, causing the bully's wings to be unable to spread out, and his figure suddenly became much slower.

Hong Yuan shouted and danced the sword light into a ball, wanting to quickly get rid of the entanglement.

He was a little bit annoyed. He thought that Zhou Shu would use the Ice Storm Talisman, and he also made preparations in advance. The Hundred Refined Jade Armor is tempered by different fires, if it is stimulated with spiritual power, it can form a high-temperature flame mask. As soon as the hail hits the flame cover, it will melt into water and mist, and it can't stop his actions.

It’s just that I would have guessed that Zhou Shu was destroyed by Zhou Shu.

Lose step by step, lose step by step.

Zhou Shu has been waiting for Hong Yuan to fly. Right now, it was his thoughts.

Watching Hong Yuan three feet above the ground and still fighting with the beast, Zhou Shu suddenly moved.

The speed was so fast that he swept below Hong Yuan with only a breath, and the Black Star Sword in his hand pierced straight up.

His expression remained calm. But two extremely sharp lights flashed in his eyes, surpassing the hungry eagle, resolute and resolute, all in them.

Jade crushed Kungang.

The momentum is magnificent, the sword intent continues to breed, from bottom to top, converging in all directions, forming a huge mountain that climbs straight up. The tip of the sword without the edge is the top of the mountain, and it has accumulated enough sword intent to burst into the sky.

And Zhou Shu's figure seemed to disappear, and he became one with the giant mountain.

Hong Yuan's face was shocked, and he didn't care about the hail. Attentively, the Qingfeng sword spun out again and again.

Hanging upside down in the air, his body bends into an incredible angle, the sword light swayed one after another, showing countless overlapping afterimages.

Remnant clouds in the wind.

The Gufeng Sword Art was brought to a very high level by him, and the surrounding air seemed to be pulled over, forming many overlapping vortices.

Among them, the sword intent is layered on top of each other, one after the other, one ring after another, to completely strangle Zhou Shu's sword intent like a mountain.

Both of them fought, Zhou Shu seized the opportunity, and Hong Yuan could only face it, otherwise he would lose or even die.

The decisive battle came so fast, and the most intent and powerful blow would collide together.

The atmosphere on the stage was suddenly tense to the extreme, Xiao Suo killed.

The faces of the disciples onlookers all changed. A hundred meters away, they seemed to feel the heavy pressure in it, as if it were substantive, a little breathless.

"This is too powerful."

"When will I reach the strength of the two? Is this a cultivator who has comprehended the sword intent?"

"We are nothing compared to them."

Someone whispered.

Someone turned into a wooden sculpture, with a shocked expression stiff on his face, suddenly feeling unlovable. This person is called Sun Hedao.

Even the Condensing Vein Cultivator who had been talking and laughing had a look of horror on his face.

Are these two people actually in this state?

Not to mention Hong Yuan ~www.ltnovel.com~ personally passed on the identity of the disciple, and Elder Shen's careful guidance, it seems there is some truth to be able to cultivate the Gufeng Jianyi to this level within two years.

But what about Zhou Shu?

It is said that it has only been a few months since the foundation was built, and the sword intent has been deduced to this level. Regardless of its power or momentum, it is not inferior to many disciples in the later stage of the foundation. Moreover, looking at this situation, the sword's artistic conception has overshadowed the practitioner himself. , One body is like a huge mountain, the other is turned into a wind, I am afraid that it is not far from the sword intent.

What's more, his sword intent is a third-order sword intent whose name no one knows, and no one knows it, all of which he trained himself.

It's terrible.

The lanky cultivator suddenly said, "This Zhou Shu, I want it."

The other old man shook his head seriously, "I'm afraid you can't afford it, I want it too."

Looking at each other, the two of them are facing each other, and they are quite tense.

Guo Tianzhao waved his hand and smiled slightly, "Don't fight, Zhou Shu is the one Elder Zhao fancy."

"what?"

The two of them were startled, and immediately stopped speaking.

Shen Wen opened his eyes and looked at Hong Yuan and Zhou Shu on the stage. There was a lot of relief in his eyes, but there was also an unspeakable bitterness.

puff!

The two of them gritted their teeth, running their spiritual power almost frantically, and the giant mountain and the wind suddenly collided!

A violent light burst out, almost covering the entire competition platform. The disciples on the stand had a vast expanse of white eyes and a constant roar in their ears.

If there is no tightly protected formation, I am afraid that they will all be knocked down by the impact and fly away.

In the white light, Hong Yuan fell down precariously like a leaf, lying on the ground.

However, Zhou Shu had a rhinorrhea, and he staggered back dozens of steps before he could stand firm.

His expression was still firm as steel, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. (To be continued.)