The Strongest Devouring Upgrade

"I will let you know today who is the strongest genius in Cangwu Country!"

Si Kongyuan's words sounded to Lu Ping'an, but in fact Lu Ping'an had never claimed to be that way.

Obviously, he still wants to prove that he is stronger than Cao Xin.

Lu Pingan said: "What genius title is just for you, as long as I win the Amphibious Club, it will be enough."

"dream!"

Si Kongyuan waved the long river pen again, splashing ink out as he raised the pen.

The ink was continuously scattered in the air, turning into countless small dots, like a large black rain, falling violently.

"It's also a technique to take rainwater mood? Well, I'll try it out, whose rain is stronger!"

Lu Pingan raised the Fuliu sword and was about to perform Xia Yu's sword...

At this moment, the ink dots that had originally landed everywhere surging again, turned into elliptical ink balls, forming resonances between each other, forming a formation!

This formation was not lethal, but on most of the martial arts platform, it condensed into a suppressive force, allowing Lu Ping's spiritual power to operate, subject to certain restrictions.

Despite this, Lu Pingan didn't have the time to pay attention to the matter, and he forcibly swung his sword, cutting out a large transparent raindrop, and facing the pouring rain of ink.

Bang bang bang...

Two very different raindrops collided crazily in mid-air, making continuous explosions.

The difference is that after Lu Pingan's transparent rain exploded, it disappeared into the air.

This is obviously the suppression of the formation, which has weakened its power.

And those ink rains, even though they were scattered, they had spare power, fell on the ground, and then merged with the ground formation.

Sikongyuan tried his best to wave a thousand dollars into a river!

A black river of ink surrounded Lu Ping'an, and then rushed inward with waves.

Lu Ping'an frowned slightly, his sword turned, and the sharp wind swept through!

call……

A whirlwind of sword power enveloped Lu Ping'an and spun around him rapidly. The wind contained fierce sword aura, like countless blades cutting the air, making a whistling sound.

This is not a defensive move, but an offensive approach.

Si Kongyuan sneered coldly, revealing what he had expected, and the Changhe pen lay on the ground, and more ink poured into the ink river, making it extremely thick.

"Get up!"

Lifting the pen, Mohe flew into the air like a giant dragon.

But instead of hitting the whirlwind of Lu Ping'an's sword power, he hovered around him with his body, and finally contracted suddenly, entangling the entire whirlwind.

The wind that was spinning wildly received great resistance, as if it was stirring something in an extremely viscous liquid, and it was running hard.

And as Si Kongyuan poured more vigorous spiritual power into the pen, the power of the thick ink dragon was also strengthened several times.

Darkness shrouded, and a muffled noise came, and the entire whirlwind was forced to stop, just like a wind wall, surrounded by Lu Ping'an.

Even if Lu Pingan held the hilt tightly and continued to inject spiritual power, the sword wind still couldn't move, he was firmly trapped by the thick ink, and he was still slowly squeezing inward.

Si Kongyuan outside said in a low voice: "Next, is the Thunder Sword Art?"

As soon as the voice fell, as expected, thunder rang, and blue and white electric lights burst into the gap between the dragons.

With a bang, the thunder sounded loudly, and an extremely powerful thunder sword power came out of it!

The black dragon was cut into several pieces by the straight blade, and the darkness was dissipated by the white light.

The sword did not stop, rushing towards Si Kongyuan in diameter, leaving deep sword marks along the way.

Si Kongyuan calmly held up his pen, stretched it forward, and the tip of the pen was blooming like a gray flower, and a large cloud of gas, like a gas, spread out from it!

Thunder sword power slashed into it, as if it had fallen on extremely thick cotton, and it could not be split.

Lu Ping'an made another sword, and a flash of lightning flew out, blessing the more violent force in the power of the thunder sword in front.

But the power of the violent thunder and lightning still seemed to have been resolved, but it made a few muffled noises inside, and then disappeared without a trace.

Sikongyuan's spells did not seem to have any tyrannical power, but they actually crushed Lu Ping'an's sword power, causing him to suffer trauma.

Lu Pingan's body trembled slightly, blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, and his expression was slightly solemn.

His speculation is correct, Sikongyuan is indeed stronger than Cao Xin.

It is not easy for a disciple who has practiced in the National Education Institute to be able to surpass one who has gone to Jixia Academy.

The key cultivation of the whole academy, as well as the mental state of cultivation, are all critically affected.

But what makes Lu Ping'an most concerned about is that every move he makes seems to be in Si Kongyuan's calculations!

It seemed that the radical method didn't play a big role, or it was that all of this had been designed for a long time, so Si Kongyuan did not need to make temporary plans, and naturally implemented a series of countermeasures.

But the problem is that it was only in the morning that Lu Pingan showed his full strength in front of everyone. At that time, Si Kongyuan was still competing with Hong Yang. How could he know what sword technique he was using?

Suddenly, Lu Pingan thought of the middle-aged man in the rest area, and the National Academy of Education was responsible for matters such as the gathering of spirits in the conference.

Then, it is very likely that someone from the National Education Institute watched Lu Ping's and Cao Xin's test, wrote down his various characteristics of swordsmanship, and then made suggestions for Sikongyuan.

However, to speak of it, this is not a foul, because as the chief disciple, it is natural to use the resources of the National Education Institute.

It's just that Lu Ping'an can't help feeling that this amphibious society is not as fair as it seems, and the children of those powerful factions still have various ways to take advantage.

But is this really a game for the powerful?

At this moment, Si Kongyuan made another move, and Changhe brush swiped upwards, and a large and magnificent river of ink rose into the sky!

"I have done everything, and I will lose! I, Si Kongyuan, is the pride of the National Academy of Education, the first genius of Cangwu country!"

Lu Ping'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and smiled: "Do you think this can end? That would be too small for me!"

Whistling the willow sword trembling slightly, the electric light instantly converged, and a golden light emerged from the sword body!

This golden color is not the color of royal dignity, but the mature color of a large paddy field in the field. It has the meaning of fullness and solidity, and it is also like the color of fallen leaves, which has the meaning of bleak and cold...This is the golden color of autumn!

There is no doubt that this is the "Sword Four" with "Autumn" as its artistic conception!

The specific move of this sword was naturally created by Lu Ping'an's insight, but it was the most complicated and changeable move among the current swords.

Sikong was stunned when he saw it. He didn't expect Lu Pingan to have other tricks besides those extremely clever tricks!

Obviously, Lu Ping'an didn't try his best when he was competing with Cao Xin, and he didn't know how many hole cards he had hidden.

Sikong Yuan couldn't help feeling a little bit scared about this, but quickly gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "Whatever you can do, I have to lose!"

The soaring Mohe almost obscured most of the sky, and shrouded the competition platform in heavy darkness.

Sikongyuan wrote heavily, and the Mohe swooped down like a black waterfall descending from nine days!

Lu Pingan stepped on the soles of his feet, the slate shattered, and his whole body turned into a black shadow, thrusting upward.

Against the backdrop of the black waterfall, the golden light on the sword looked particularly dazzling!

Immediately afterwards, I saw the golden sword light, following Lu Ping'an's body and arms, quickly circling around, slashing out continuously!

The golden light and the road are flying, fast and profitable, the full and condensed sword light, wherever it passes, the black ink shatters and the waterfall stops flowing!

In just a few seconds, Lu Pingan, who flew into the air, cut the entire Heimo Waterfall into several pieces.

But the golden sword light did not stop, and continued to sway the edge, cutting the sever into pieces, and bringing out pieces of golden afterimages in the air, which looked quite dazzling and gorgeous.

puff!

Si Kongyuan's body trembled one after another, and a large mouthful of blood spewed out under the sea of ​​Qi in his body.

"I can't lose! This time, no one can stop me! He can't, neither can you, I will definitely win!"

Si Kongyuan roared, holding the stick in both hands, and then continuously shot out the pen.

Countless ink swarms rushed upward, and even the black ink that had been chopped up and still staying in the air was affected, and it surged, as if to form another formation.

But Lu Pingan won't let him succeed this time. This guy's formation seems to be only for suppressive use, but it is actually the starting basis for a series of spells.

Hum!

The Fuliu sword made a crisp trembling sound, and Lu Pingan raised it to the sky, and the golden light bloomed wildly, illuminating the world!

The sky was already sunset, but now under the sword light of Lu Ping'an, it seemed that another round of blazing sun had risen, Huang Huang Yeye, extremely strong!

At the same time, among the black ink that had been chopped up, a little golden light was also lit up, and it exuded a hot air.

This is the power that Lu Ping's left when he slashed just now, and it was all activated at this time.

And under the lead of Jianguang, the countless golden lights became more intense, so thick... a flame!

Boom boom boom...

Countless fireballs burned up, forming a large terrifying flame in the air!

It's like throwing a torch into the grassland in an extremely dry autumn, and the sparks start a prairie fire, unstoppable!

All the black ink was burned into thick black smoke in this fire, like a big cloud.

Lu Pingan chopped again, the golden sword light broke through the dark clouds and saw the blue sky!

"Ah... your swordsmanship... no, no one can beat me! I'm fighting with you!"

Si Kongyuan's screams came from below, but he still didn't give up, injecting the little spiritual power remaining in his body into the Long River Pen, and then suddenly threw it out.

"Don't do it? Okay, I will fulfill you!"

As Lu Pingan said, a sword fell, and the flame merged with the golden light, condensed into a golden fire slash, falling on the flying long river pen!

With a click.

The long river pen was vertically split in half, and countless gray-white brush bristles scattered all over the sky, and fell slowly like a drizzle.

The former treasure of the National Education Institute was destroyed by a sword!

Until then, Lu Pingan's four sword moves were fully revealed. The golden flames were: Autumn Fire!