The only way

Chapter 216

The girl in red wields a two-meter broadsword, her long red tassels leave phantoms in the void, the blade is glowing with fire, and she dances gracefully like a frightened dragon.

The handsome and smiling man was as motionless as a mountain, and as each shadow of the knife fell, vortices like quicksand appeared around him, dissipating the momentum of the knife invisible.

In the blink of an eye, the two had already fought several times.

Hongying brandished the Mingluan Saber, not only did she not regret not hitting Feng Qianshan, but the more she hit, the more excited her face became.

Great, finally someone can carry a few more knives with him.

With a slight movement in his mind, flames ignited on the blade of Ming Luan Dao in his hand, and with a slight twist of his wrist, the blade slid across the void, leaving a line of fire in the air.

In a trance, everyone seemed to hear the voice of Luan Fengqing.

Feng Qianshan's handsome face, which had always been calmly smiling, changed slightly, a light yellow aura flickered under his feet, and a small mountain-like stone emerged from the quicksand under his feet.

It grows against the wind, and in an instant it turns into a hill several meters high, crashing down in front of Feng Qianshan.

At the same time, the Ming Luan Saber in Hongying's hand fell from a high height, splitting out a scarlet red light. In the light of the knife, there seemed to be a phoenix flapping its wings, and it struck the hill in front of Feng Qianshan with the momentum of breaking the mountain.

"Boom! Bang!"

The crimson knife light fell on the hill, and with one knife, it was split in half. The black and dark hill suddenly split into two halves on the ring and fell down, and turned into quicksand at the moment it landed, re-emerging again. Condensed into a hill.

Then he stood in front of Feng Qianshan again, blocking the red sword light.

This time, the hill was not split in half, and the crimson sword light disappeared when it was cut in half.

The look on Hongying's face was even more excited, her eyes were shining brightly at Feng Qianshan, full of enthusiasm for fighting, and the long knife in her hand whined softly, as if she was also cheering.

Like throwing a long spear, Hongying draws a half circle behind her right foot, leans her waist back, and holds the Luanfeng Saber upside down in her right hand. The veins on her originally slender wrist bulge, her face flushes slightly, and she shouts in a low voice, "Hey!"

As the sound of drinking fell, the long knife in his hand was like a long spear, and a shooting star with red flames ignited a line of fire like a shooting star chasing the moon. In the void, a fiery red phoenix seemed to appear and flew towards Feng Qianshan.

The expression on Feng Qianshan's face changed slightly, and a stone seal appeared in his hand, which was in a moist yellow color, with a faint earthy yellow glow, and a concentrated earthy spiritual power condensed in it.

This seal seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties, and the light yellow aura in Feng Qianshan's hand holding the seal was uncertain, as if he was holding the seal with great force.

Looking up at the red streamer, the faint phoenix shadow came with the might of the sky, Feng Qianshan's heart was suddenly as heavy as Mount Tai's, he gritted his teeth secretly, and imprinted the stone seal in his hand in the air.

In front of Feng Qianshan's eyes, hills suddenly rose from the ground, much faster than the speed of the sword glow. Almost in an instant, several hills appeared, blocking the red sword glow.

The red saber light carried the phantom of the red phoenix, smashing through one hill after another like a bamboo, and every time the stone seal in Feng Qianshan's hand fell, a steady stream of hills reappeared, constantly blocking the red sword light .

And every time Shi Yin was used, Feng Qianshan's expression became paler.

This stone seal is not so easy to use. Every time it is used, it will consume a lot of spiritual power.

Even with Feng Qianshan's foundation-building Dzogchen practice, it can only be printed ten times.

Now, it has been printed six times.

A resolute look appeared on Feng Qianshan's face, and the spiritual power in his hand multiplied in an instant, almost all of the power of the remaining four stone seals falling down this time.

The moist yellow flowing on Shi Yin's body became more and more moist. The moment it was printed, the void moved slightly, and a dark hill stood in front of Feng Qianshan. It was different from the previous hills just by looking at the color.

And the red sword light broke through all the hills, and the next moment, it landed on the dark hill.

"Ding!"

The sound of metal and stone colliding, the moment when the red sword light collided with the black hill, one after another flames lit up, and it was difficult to distinguish between the two for a while.

However, Feng Qianshan, who was holding the stone seal, had a more serious expression as his spiritual power continued to pass away, while Hong Ying, who threw the Ming Luan Saber forcefully, saw that the Ming Luan Saber was actually blocked.

The expression on the baby's face was not surprised but happy, the tender little hand was raised, clenched into a fist, the knee of the right foot, which was still half a step behind, bent slightly, the spiritual power burst out from under the foot, and above the fist in the hand, a wave of evil spirit condensed, Hongying directly Pushing hard with his right foot, he stretched out his right fist, and the whole person swung his fist towards the dark hill like a shooting star.

Bai Nen's fist hit the dark hill, and an invisible wave shook the dark hill.

The stone seal in Feng Qianshan's hand trembled slightly, and with a bang, a crack opened on the dark hill.

At the moment when the dark hill cracked open, Feng Qianshan's expression changed drastically. This was the first time a crack had been opened by the Foundation Establishment cultivator on this dark hill.

Can't fight anymore.

Without the slightest hesitation, Feng Qianshan shouted directly, "I lost."

This is the truth.

It can be seen that Hongying has other methods that have not been used, and this dark hill of hers is not a random quicksand, once it is damaged, it will take a while to repair it.

Next, he still needs to get a place in the ancient battlefield.

In other words, he still has a lot of opponents to fight. At this time, it is not a duel, nor can he risk damage to this powerful magic weapon that can be regarded as his vertical and horizontal foundation.

In terms of sparring and fighting, Feng Qianshan thought he was no match for Hongying.

Therefore, he directly admitted defeat without hesitation.

As soon as the three words "I lost" came out, the excitement on Hongying's face, who was about to change her fist to bombard the hill, paused for a moment, and then quickly stopped the raised fist, dumbfounded. He looked towards the hill, as if he wanted to see the monk behind the hill through the hill.

It was too much, I had just warmed up and when I wanted to fight, my opponent gave up.

In an instant, a sense of powerlessness as if a punch had been punched on the cotton came to my heart.

Hongying's excited and happy face instantly collapsed.

"Senior Brother Feng! Wait! Where did you create this hill? It's really strong. Can you create some hills for me, so that I can have something to fight and practice my fists on weekdays!" The look on Hongying's face was pity at first, then her eyes lit up, and she asked with great anticipation.

The corners of Feng Qianshan's mouth that had been smiling froze, and he quietly put away the stone seal in his hand. The moment the stone seal was put away, the dark hill disappeared without a trace.

"Sorry, Junior Sister Hongying, this hill is the only one."

Hearing this, Hongying's little face collapsed again, her expression was depressed, and her whole body was listless, then her eyes fell on the disciples below, she was overjoyed again, and began to look for a new target.

As for Feng Qianshan, he immediately turned around and flew down the ring, looking for a place to breathe, he had to recover his spiritual power, and there was still a fight to do next.

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