Dominating Sword Immortal

The second hundred and seventy-one chapter

"It’s terrible. Mo Yan’s moves can be seen through. How did he do it?” Many people are puzzled. If you look at other people’s moves, you can understand that they are not home to school, and they have not mastered martial arts thoroughly. However, Mo Yan practiced the magical eyes of the sky, and there is a deep research on the martial arts moves. It belongs to the skill school, how can it be easily defeated by another skill.

"The illusion means that the ghosts are lost, all of them are seen, and Mo Yan loses and loses."

“It’s not on one level.”

Next to Li Daoxuan, a core disciple of the ruthless sect asked: "Master, you know what is going on, isn't Ye Chen's martial arts realm really surpassing Mo Yan too much, has already reached another realm?"

"Ye Chen's martial arts realm is beyond the Mo Yan's affirmation, but the gap is not so big. Mo Yan's failure to lose is because he is not fast enough and his strength is not strong enough." Li Daoxuan is the top swordsman in the younger generation, and his eyes are natural. Not everyone else can compare.

"Not fast enough, not strong enough?" The disciple is still a bit confused.

Li Daoxuan explained: "Not fast enough, causing Mo Yan to take a step slower. Although he first launched an attack, it is difficult to get first and foremost. This is the key. It is not strong enough because Tongtian Magic is slightly inferior in attack power. Skills, as a result, he can’t keep up with Ye Chen in both aspects, and naturally it’s not a big threat to Ye Chen.”

Listening to Li Daoxuan said, the other party finally understood. "It turns out that if it is fast enough, Ye Chen will not be able to respond quickly if he sees the weakness of the move. If he is strong enough, he does not need to care about the weakness. You can choose to hit hard and take a positive confrontation. There must be one aspect in both aspects, otherwise it is not a leaf dust opponent."

"Well, it should be like this. On the surface, Bing Ling's combat power is inferior, but Bing Ling can make many moves with Ye Chen, but Mo Yan can't."

Li Daoxuan said that it is roughly correct. No one knows his own situation better than Ye Chen. Mo Yan’s weakness attack is very strong in others’ view, but he is not afraid of such an opponent. If Mo Yan’s strength can be stronger, at least he can He has tried several tricks.

Of course, there are some differences.

Take Mo Yan, Tuoba and Lin Biao together, Ye Chen still thinks that Mo Yan is more difficult, the latter two strength is strong enough, but Ye Chen does not need to bother and effort, as long as the attack power is raised to a certain extent, They can easily hit them, and in the face of Mo Yan, Ye Chen did not choose the smashing cloud, which is a positive attack, because he knows that it is difficult for a cloud to hit Mo Yan. It is better to use a less powerful sword. Go to meet each other.

Faced with different people using different combat plans to deal with, this is Ye Chen's consistent style, it is clear that the frontal storm is the easiest.

Excluding the first three, Si Kong Sheng, Yan Chihuo, Li Daoxuan and Murong Allure are really difficult. It is impossible for Ye Chen to easily win them. Only by using their own strength to confront, it is impossible to control the overall situation. Scene.

However, Ye Chen’s cards still have some left, such as Qicheng’s sword...

"This is a different kind of battle. The combat power is not as good as his basics. There is no suspense." The referee was very difficult to speak.

Wen Yan, the other referees nodded. In their eyes, Ye Chen is indeed very different. Generally speaking, a powerful warrior wants to defeat a small number of weak fighters. It is impossible to have a one-sided situation. At least, dozens of fights are required. In order to distinguish the winners and losers, Ye Chen can ignore this rule, his strength is not as good as him, and he has no qualifications to entangle him.

"The game is over, announce the next one!" said the referee.

Next to a referee stood up, "Ye Chensheng, twenty-seventh, ..."

The game continued and Ye Chen returned to the stage.

Originally defeated Mo Yan, he should be the focus of everyone, but the focus at this moment is not him, but Si Kong Sheng and Lin Biao, more precisely, Si Kong Sheng, so far, the top ten seed players have appeared eight, The two remaining people are Sikong Sheng and Lin Biao.

Si Kong Sheng, a young disciple of the Hanging Mountain, is 20 years old this year. He participated in the three-time diving dragon competition. When he participated in the Qianlonglong competition for the first time, he was only fifteen years old. At that time, he took the second place in one fell swoop. The terrible thing is that he had not yet entered the ambition of the Yuan Dynasty. He defeated many young people who were trained to be in the realm of the Yuan Dynasty. In the game, he was eighteen years old. He thought that there would be a scene of fierce fighting. It is expected that he will pass the undisputed strength and go all the way to defeat the young giants who ranked first in the previous Qianlong list, defeating the fire-fighting prince. The Great Emperor of the Black Dragon Empire and the ruthless swordsman Li Daoxuan and others have won the first throne and become the king of the younger generation of Nanzhuo. The reputation is louder than that of most of the stars. This is the first time he participated. In the three-time diving dragons competition, no one knows his true strength. It is said that he has reached the limit of holding the realm of the Yuan Dynasty, is refining the infuriating, and preparing for the entry into the star.

In any case, the strength of Si Kong Sheng is obvious to all. Everyone thinks that he is still the king of this session. No one can shake the first throne.

Although Lin Biao’s disciple Lin Biao is not as dazzling as Si Kong Sheng, he is not as aggressive as Yan Chi, but he is the fifth in the previous Qianlong list. As the top genius of Nan Zhuo, who knows that he will meet in three years. What kind of progress is like the Murong Allure three years ago. At that time, she was only the twenty-seventh. This session has sprung up and become one of the new young giants. It is the top candidate for the top five. The Lin Biao above the Allure is simple.

The name of the younger generation of Nanzhuo’s younger generation is too loud. There are undoubtedly many people staring at it. Sikongsheng wants to keep this position and must have enough strength. Now, his first challenge is coming, but the coming is not good. Lin Biao.

The battle between the two people has touched the hearts of too many people.

"Thirty-first game, Si Kong Sheng to Lin Biao."

With the end of a game, a game started, and finally, the referee personally announced the sides of the 31st match.

boom!

Not only the warriors, but all the younger generations all look to the martial arts, their eyes are stunned, and the heartbeat can be heard.

"Sikong Sheng finally appeared, Lin Biao is not even, at least can force most of his strength!" Someone said.

"Yes, if you switch to another person, there is nothing to look at."

"I don't know how much Lin Biao can push Si Kong Sheng, wait and see!"

After Lin Biao heard his name, the momentum of his body exploded, his body flashed, as if a meteorite hit the platform, and the arrogant posture was shocking.

Unlike Lin Biao’s big fanfare, Si Kong Sheng did not seem to put Lin Biao in his eyes, his right hand was behind his back, and he walked to the opposite side of Lin Biao.

The two young giants formally confronted each other.

"Shangkong Sheng, I thought that our World War I will come to the end, I can't think of a lot in advance, and this is also good. I continue to hide my strength in the province." Lin Biao's clothes are agitated, and the momentum is ready to go, one is different from the strict red fire. The fiery atmosphere is spreading.

Sikong Sheng's right hand was behind him, his left hand was randomly placed aside, faintly said: "You are not my opponent, replaced with strict red fire, I am interested in playing twice."

"Hey, I will let you know my true strength." Lin Biao's eyes are full of light, which contains the artistic conception of the meteorites, fierce oppression to Sikong, at the same time, he violently, hand *** There is a gun, a dark red flame on the iron gun, and a shot is killed.

"Tianquan four shots!"

A shot, the dark red flame madly turned, and turned into a flame of the thread lasing out, the hot temperature even ignited the fire in the air, adding power.

"Destroy!"

Si Kong Sheng extended his left hand, and the five fingers stretched out, grabbing the flame thread when empty.

A bang!

The flame thread is extinguished.

At this time, Lin Biao’s follow-up three shots arrived. One shot was more violent than a shot. One shot was faster than one shot. The large firepower became a pure fuel and integrated into the gun, making the small half a flame. In the world, in the flame world, three guns like a meteor burst out.

"Somewhat! Empty the palm!"

Emptying the palm is the culmination of the empty mountain, but it is not the top school. The grade is only the high level of the prefecture. It is only spread in the hands of Sikong. The whole space is suddenly cleared, and the flame is rolled back. Can't get in.

And the three meteors guns in the palm of the shock, a trace of disintegration, immediately collapsed invisible, vanished.

The eyes of the other chiefs of the six major sects of Zongmen have shrunk, and Sikongsheng’s mastery of martial arts has clearly reached the peak of perfection, and the exquisiteness of emptying the palms is undoubted.

"Scorpio hit!"

The offensive was dispelled, and Lin Biao took a deep breath. The whole body was infused into the iron gun. The guns were combined and killed with a momentum of no return. The younger generation was affected by the artistic conception. In the turbulent world, there is a huge flame of meteorite in the sky.

The right hand is still carrying behind him, the look of Si Kong Sheng is slightly serious, the left hand is a fist, tightly held together, volley smashed out.

"Cang Tianbaquan!"

As he punched out, the surrounding world seemed to be integrated into the boxing power, with the will of the heavens rushing to Lin Biao, supreme.

The air in front was distorted and the space was turbulent. The people under the stage could not see the location of Lin Biao. They only saw that Sikong was standing there quietly, like the king on the stage.

Bang!

There was a crack on the hard counter, and Lin Biao armed with a gun, sprayed a blood back and returned, and the artistic conception was destroyed.

"Cang Tianbaquan, this is the scholastic creation of Cangwang, and the identity of the younger generation of the younger generation of the boss, no one can compare."

"Lin Biao can force out the celestial tyrants of Sikong Sheng, and it is not too bad to lose. It can only be said that Sikong is too strong and is above the younger generation."