The fairy is fierce

The area around the sword worship platform was crowded, so all eyes were focused on the two figures in the field.

Fang Zuiqing stood with his sword in hand, ten feet away from Zuo Lingquan, with a solemn expression.

Zuo Lingquan hung his sword on his waist, his eyes dull.

After practicing swordsmanship for fifteen years, Zuo Lingquan's fighting instincts are unmistakable.

He just made eye contact with Fang Zuiqing, and he knew that it only took one sword to kill him; he asked Fang Zuiqing if he wanted to fight because the competition was meaningless.

With everyone watching, Nangong Tieyue stood up, came to the edge of the cliff, looked at the complex terrain below, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's get started."

Fang Zuiqing heard the sound and raised his sword and held it in his hand:

"Yunshui Jiantan, how can I make it clear? Please give me some advice."

"Zuo Lingquan, please enlighten me."

As soon as the words fell, thousands of monks took a deep breath at the same time and focused on the field, for fear of missing the most exciting instant kill.

In their view, Zuo Lingquan is young, and his sword practice time must be shorter than that of his opponent, and his proficiency in sword skills may not be enough; therefore, they will rely on his talent advantage to strike first, so that the attacker can catch him off guard and avoid Get into a long fight.

Fang Zuoqing thought so too. The moment he finished speaking, a jet-black armor phantom was attached to his body to avoid being killed instantly by Zuo Lingquan's surprise attack.

But to everyone's surprise, Zuo Lingquan did not draw his sword, but raised his hands and began to seal.

This move made the onlookers stunned for a moment. They came to watch the swordsman duel. Why did they suddenly start playing magic? Isn't this the style of a swordsman?

Li Chongjin also frowned, feeling that Zuo Lingquan was too arrogant.

It is true that the spells are very lethal, but that was after the Youhuang Realm; it still takes time to cast the spells. In the Linggu Realm, when you bump into martial arts cultivators from the same realm and fight with each other in the same realm, there is basically no chance for the spells to be used.

And even if it’s a magic spell, what is it that’s being cast?

Nangong Tieyue saw the magic spell that Zuo Lingquan had pinched out, and said unexpectedly:

"Rain-seeking spell?"

The other nine elders obviously noticed this strangeness and looked surprised.

The rain-seeking technique is not difficult, but it is a technique that controls the heaven and earth. Without the water of the five elements as a guide, it is impossible to perform it by relying on your own true energy. Is it possible for this kid...

Before many elders had finished thinking, the scene in front of them confirmed their guesses.

At the center of the sword worship platform, billowing dark clouds began to spread and soon covered the heads of the two fighting men.

Raindrops as big as soybeans fell from the dark clouds onto the muddy ground in the field; several wildfires made "sizzling" sounds and white mist.

Li Chong looked a little puzzled when he saw this scene:

"This kid at the sixth level of the Spiritual Valley has refined the water of the Five Elements?"

Nangong Yue observed carefully for a moment, shook his head and said:

"It's not the natal water, it should just be a great opportunity...but it's not much different from the natal water, so there's no need to fight this time.

With the Five Elements of Life, hitting the Linggu monks was a dimension-reducing blow. Li Chongjin obviously understood this, and his expression became solemn.

The monks who were watching did not have the insight of the elders of the Nine Sects, and they just wondered why Zuo Lingquan used the harmless rain-making technique.

But Fang Zuiqing knew what kind of opponent he encountered!

He stood in the cold rain, a little unbelievable, but as a direct descendant of the inner sect, he would not be stupid enough to wait in a daze for the other party to perform a spell.

Seeing the heavy rain falling, Fang Zhuqing raised his hand and struck out with a sword. The ink-black sword energy poured out and turned into a wave visible to the naked eye, pressing towards Zuo Lingquan in the distance.

Fang Zuiqing also has five elements that are close to water. He is not restricted in the rain. Instead, he is like a fish in the water. The strong sword energy carries the heavy rain and stirs up the gravel and soil on the ground.

The waves are not one, but continuous. From the outside, it looks like a raging river has appeared between the fields. It is the sword skill of Yunshui Jiantan, 'Fengshui Continuous Tide' that is not known to outsiders.

The swords of Yunshui Jiantan are "chains", which are interlocking and continuous. At a distance of thirty feet, as long as you are covered by the sword tide, you basically have to block and move endlessly. It is difficult to find a close one. Chance.

When the monks onlookers saw such a big movement, they immediately let out a cry of exclamation, but their exclamation suddenly stopped.

I saw the sword wave pressing down on Zuo Lingquan on the opposite side of the field. Zuo Lingquan didn't even bother to avoid it. He raised his right hand slightly, and the falling rain curtain directly condensed into dozens of ice walls.

In full view of everyone, several ice walls appeared between the two fighting men.

The surging sword tide hit the ice wall, and the surging impact broke through several ice walls. New ice walls kept appearing to block them, making it impossible to break through the dozens of barriers between the two.

Kakaka

Amidst the ice cubes shattering and the sword energy whistling, all the monks present looked in disbelief.

Li Chongjin stood up directly on the cliff and said:

"He didn't perform magic, how could he turn water into ice?"

Even if he had his natal water, he still had to make secrets to cast ice spells. Nangong Tieyue also looked surprised:

"He has such a strong water control talent. He can turn water into ice with just a snap of his fingers without pinching. He must have refined the scaly bloodline of the fairy beast level. It looks a bit like the black dragon that the Lord of Barren Mountain sat down on."

Qiu Fengqing was even more shocked than Li Chongjin. Seeing this scene, he thought Zuo Lingquan had secretly refined Lord Huangshan's spiritual pet.

Lao Lu suddenly realized why Zuo Lingquan suddenly jumped to the sixth level of Linggu.

Qi Jia frowned and looked on, a little confused:

"Not a swordsman? What is this?"

Zuo Yunting fanned his fan, his eyes filled with pride:

"Zhongzhou Wolong, what's wrong with a dragon playing in the water?"

…

The most shocked of all was the opponent Fang Zuiqing.

Fang Zuoqing was charged to death with one strike of his sword. He couldn't even break through the defense, so he couldn't understand it at all.

Controlling water is fine, but he can't even make ice with a spell. How can he be in the same realm?

Isn't this bullying?

Seeing that he couldn't reach him from a distance, Fang Zhuoqing immediately rushed towards Zuo Lingquan, preparing to close the distance.

But Zuo Lingquan knew more than just controlling ice as a shield.

At the moment Fang Zhuoqing made a move, Zuo Lingquan raised his hands again.

Fang Zhuoqing, who had just run a few steps, felt his feet sink and was grabbed.

Looking down, he saw that the rain was attached to his feet, condensing into ice and hindering his steps.

Fang Zhuoqing quickly unfolded his protective qi to break the ice on his legs, but he immediately heard a sound:

"Kan"

Zuo Lingquan made a spell with his hands, and the rain curtain falling from the sky condensed into seven water swords, floating around Fang Zhuoqing.

As the word "凯" came out, seven water swords instantly formed the iconic "Seven Star Sword Formation" of Yunshui Sword Pond. Several water walls locked all directions and turned the sword formation into a solid ice cage. ? ?

Li Chongjin saw this scene and his eyes were immediately filled with anger. The two sides were dueling, using his things to fight theirs, this is not treating Yunshui Sword Pond as a human?

Fang Zhuoqing was trapped in his own Seven Star Sword Formation and was also very annoyed, but he was a sixth-level spiritual valley and did not know how to control objects, so he could not use the Seven Star Sword Formation at all, and could only use the sword to break the formation forcibly.

It's just that the heavy rain continued, and the ice wall could repair itself at any time, so it was not easy to rush out.

After Zuo Lingquan controlled Fang Zhuoqing to death, he wanted to try the "Flying Frost Technique", but too many cards were exposed, which was not good for future competitions. At the moment, he did not use the magic to show off his skills, but raised his hand to stir up the nearby river.

Boom

The water dragon rushed out of the river and poured into the Seven Star Sword Formation.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the ice crystal cage in the center of the venue began to expand visibly, and the ice layer became thicker and thicker, but in the blink of an eye it turned into an iceberg.

Fang Zhuoqing, who was trapped in it, broke the formation frantically, but the gap he opened was not as fast as the ice layer grew, and the space in the formation began to shrink rapidly.

Zuo Lingquan borrowed the power of heaven and earth, and his true energy consumption was much less than Fang Zhuoqing. Even if he couldn't kill Fang Zhuoqing, he could use ice cubes to control Fang Zhuoqing until his true energy was exhausted.

So the cultivators watched the two people fighting in the field... No, it should be the sorcerer walking the dog, and they were all stunned and didn't know what to say.

The elders of the Nine Sects also felt that this scene was a bit ugly, and the reputation of the Nine Sects' inner sect was ruined.

But this can't be blamed on Fang Zhuoqing. Zuo Lingquan has a talent for controlling water, which is equivalent to a low-profile version of Youhuang fighting Linggu. He can kill Fang Zhuoqing with his natural magical powers.

The elders of the Nine Sects originally thought that Zuo Lingquan was good at swordsmanship, but they didn't expect that he was an ice mage pretending to be a swordsman, and the opportunity on him was so amazing. At this time, looking at Zuo Lingquan's eyes, they all had some intention of recruiting him.

Let alone other things, based on the current realm and this talent of "making ice with ease", he is enough to become the direct descendant of the Nine Sects' inner sect. After all, this talent is too rare.

The stalemate in the field continued.

Zuo Lingquan controlled the ice prison. Seeing that his opponent did not surrender, he felt a little bored and turned to look at Jiang Yi in the crowd.

Jiang Yi's eyes were shining, and he waved his little fist to cheer him up, but the distance was too far and he couldn't hear what he said.

Zuo Lingquan responded with his eyes, and when he was excited, he also pinched a flying phoenix with wings spread on the ice crystal cage.

Although Zuo Lingquan's ability to control water is not yet refined to the point of being able to see every detail, it is still possible to pinch out a rough outline.

The shiny dumpling squatted on the top of the ice prison, spread its little wings, and posed like a flying phoenix, looking very cute.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yi was slightly stunned, and then laughed out loud, glaring at Zuo Lingquan with some displeasure.

Shangguan Lingye, who was on the top of the cliff, saw this scene, his eyes moved slightly, and he supported his side face with his hands, showing a little smile.

After Zuo Lingquan made the dumpling, he saw that his opponent was still trying to break the ice, and he made a big beetle and a very beautiful white cat next to him.

Anyway, it was time to play.

Outside the Sword Worship Platform, many monks who were watching saw Zuo Lingquan constantly displaying his "magic power". After watching for a while, they were a little confused and discussed in a low voice:

"What kind of magic is this?"

"It's a suppression magic. I heard that there will be various mythical beasts on the top of this kind of formation..."

"The mythical beasts are the blue dragon and the white tiger. What kind of mythical beasts are these cats, insects, and the big round ball with wings?"

"There are all kinds of wonders in the world. It may be an unknown mythical beast we have never seen. Well... that ball is so fat, it should be a "pixiu" that can only go in but not out..."

"Pixiu has wings?"

"You haven't seen it, how do you know it doesn't?"

...

The garbage time on the court is still going on.

After Zuo Lingquan finished pinching the white cat, he saw that Fang Zhuoqing still didn't surrender. In order to please his silly wife who had just lost her virginity, he pinched a statue of a pig-headed man on the ice.

This was painted on the jade pendant that Jiang Yi gave him. When Jiang Yi saw this scene, her face naturally turned red and she felt a little shy.

Zuo Lingquan smiled and wanted to make another female warrior stand beside him, but before he could do anything, he heard a thunderous roar:

"Enough!"

The two were so busy flirting that they obviously forgot about other people's feelings.

Li Chongjin's face was already ugly, and when he found out that Zuo Lingquan had even made a statue of a "pig head and a human body" and placed it on the ice prison to mock him, he was so angry that he clapped his hands behind his back:

"Young man, you are going too far. Do you think there is no one in my Yunshui Sword Pond?"

The voice was like thunder, and the onlookers who were watching the show trembled, and the ice prison was also shattered.

Crackling

Ice bricks splash!

Fang Zuoqing quickly got out of it, rushed out and retreated far away, then stood up with a red face and a guilty look on his face.

If the teacher intervenes, he is admitting defeat.

Seeing this, Zuo Lingquan naturally stopped. He was a little dissatisfied that the ice sculpture he had finally finished squeezing was damaged.

As the referee, Nangong Tieyue raised his hand, and the messy rain and smoke in the field dispersed, and he said loudly:

"Zuo Lingquan wins. As usual, past grudges are wiped out. Does Yunshui Jiantan have any objections?"

Li Chongjin took a breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said:

"Young Zuo's friendly tactics were misunderstood by me. The grievances between the Zhang family and Chen Yu have been wiped out. Yunshui Jiantan and the lower sect will not mention this matter again. In this nine-sect alliance, generations of disciples have learned from each other and improved. I mean, since little friend Zuo has such a level of cultivation, I, the young master of Yunshui Jiantan, also want to ask for advice. Do you dare to accept the challenge? "

Zuo Lingquan really didn't have much sense of accomplishment in catching a bastard, so he said:

"Dare, I just hope that the young master of your sect can have some real talent and knowledge, don't let me down."

"Oh..."

Hearing these arrogant words, the monks all over the place became restless, knowing that the main event was about to come.

The situation just now was too crushing, Zuo Lingquan didn't even draw his sword, there was really nothing interesting to see, so beating Qingkui was more interesting.

Li Chongjin didn't show any reaction to Zuo Lingquan's arrogance and nodded:

"Okay, according to the rules, little friend Zuo will set the time."

The monks had to recharge their batteries after the fight, but Zuo Lingquan had not expended much just now and did not want to delay, so he said directly:

"You're already here. I don't mind all the seniors here making a trip again. Let's do it now."

The elders of the Nine Sects were profound in Taoism. They could see that they had not spent much just now, so they nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Li Chongjin sat down again and raised his hand:

"Chu Dial!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a brocade-robed figure landed in front of the octagonal gate tower...