Immortal Master Invincible

Chapter 412
Hong Qingyun felt that he was already invincible relying on Feng Lingbu.

Imitation Xiaonan's sword can't touch him at all, how can he win?Such a ferocious attack from him would only waste his vitality in vain, and when he was almost exhausted, it would be his time to deal with him.

Being able to play with the "Heaven's Chosen One" in this world leisurely and leisurely in front of everyone in the lower cultivation world like a cat catching a mouse, does this make Hong Qingyun feel quite good?

So Hong Qingyun made up his mind to play with Fang Xiaonan slowly, waiting for the right or appropriate opportunity to give the other party a fatal blow.

"Slow, too slow..."

"With your speed, you still want to hurt me?"

It has to be said that although Hong Qingyun is obsessed with cultivation and doesn't care about ordinary things, he also knows how to anger the enemy.

Every time he dodged Fang Xiaonan's blow, he would mock him.

If it were someone else, I'm afraid he would have been driven mad by him long ago.

Fian Xiaonan also looked the same, with a gloomy complexion and restless aura, as if a little annoyed, but if you observe carefully, you can find that Fian Xiaonan's eyes are actually very firm. The determination to win has not changed at all.

After fighting fiercely for half a stick of incense, Fang Xiaonan made countless sword strikes, but he didn't even touch a corner of Hong Qingyun's clothes.

Hong Qingyun's mouth was dry with ridicule, and he was also secretly surprised.

Logically speaking, after fighting for so long, this kid should have lost some of his spiritual power, but why hasn't the power of each of his stabs weakened?The spiritual power reserve in his body should not be enough to support such a fierce attack.

Hong Qingyun was right. Ordinary psychic cultivators really couldn't hold on for so long without showing signs of decline.But Fang Xiaonan is obviously not an ordinary psychic cultivator, Hong Qingyun undoubtedly made the wrong idea in a protracted battle with him.

While thinking, Fang Xiaonan stabbed with his sword again, Hong Qingyun continued to float and dodge, but just as his figure settled down, he suddenly heard a scoffing sound, and a scorching sword glow brushed against his waist and flew away go out.

Looking down, a hole was cut in his clothes. The attack just now almost hurt him.

"Pity!"

Fang Xiaonan took a deep breath, his eyes were slightly cold with a trace of regret, mixed with his usual calm and steady face, this is a rather contradictory expression, but it is perfectly combined.

It took only half a stick of incense to barely touch the corner of Hong Qingyun's clothes. This supernatural power plus secret technique is really terrifying.

"How is it possible?" Hong Qingyun's complexion changed.

The sword just now was obviously an attack that the opponent had anticipated where he would land, and struck out in advance.If I hadn't been lucky, I might have been stabbed by him.

But how could Fang Xiaonan judge where he was going?Could it be that in just half a stick of incense time, this imitation Xiaonan has already seen through his own Feng Lingbu?
impossible!Fenglingbu is a secret technique of Tianqingmen, and there is absolutely no reason to pass it down to the lower cultivation world!Moreover, imitating Xiao Nancai's strength in the psychic realm, how could his eyesight be so good?
There was another "chi" sound, and a cyan cloth strip flew out suddenly, and the moment Hong Qingyun stopped, Fang Xiaonan made another cut.

Hong Qingyun's face was terrified, staring at his blue gown, his face was extremely gloomy: "Impossible, how is this possible!"

He actually saw through his own Feng Lingbu, and his attack hit his footing in advance, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Moreover, this attack was extremely fierce, not only tore through his long shirt, but also pierced into his body. If it wasn't for the liquefied spiritual power blocking it, if he was still in the psychic state, this attack alone must be the result of piercing through the body .

"It's a pity!" Fang Xiaonan looked at Hong Qingyun indifferently, and his tone was indifferent; up to now, he has not used the special predictive ability of yin and yang consonance, relying entirely on his own eyesight and the battle experience of Changshengjun who has not yet fully penetrated. war.

Lord Changsheng's experience is really not trivial, but it's a pity that he is in the psychic realm, and the gap between him and the supernatural realm is too big, otherwise there should be no problem with this sword seriously injuring Hong Qingyun.

Hong Qingyun's face was gloomy and cold, he looked down at his long gown, finally looked up at Fang Xiaonan coldly, and said coldly: "It seems that I can't play with you anymore!"

Fang Xiaonan didn't speak, but just attacked furiously.

Hong Qingyun was furious, and this time he did not use Fenglingbu to dodge, but aimed at Fang Xiaonan's attack and punched him.

With a sound of touching the ground, Hong Qingyun remained motionless, as calm as a mountain, but imitated Xiaonan, feeling a hot aura invading his fist, and staggered back.

There was a sound of exclamation on the entire competition stage.

"Hehe, I finally saw real kung fu!"

"In the end, who will win?"

"It's very likely that he is imitating Xiaonan, you didn't see how powerful his sword was just now!"

"Fart, Hong Qingyun is an authentic supernatural power, and his spiritual power has already been liquefied. There is no chance of winning by imitating Xiaonan."

"A world of ice and snow!" Hearing the surrounding discussions, Hong Qingyun snorted coldly, and suddenly waved the purple dragon flag. The cold air cycled, and saw pieces of snowflakes condense from the air, and countless ice slags were flying and circling around the flag. Like a snowstorm.

"Supernatural powers move the world!" Seeing the scene in front of them, the people on the sidelines secretly exclaimed, Hong Qingyun really moved this time; he began to use the power of supernatural powers to drive the world.

Here is the biggest difference between supernatural powers and psychics. The psychic state can only communicate with the world, but the supernatural state can already directly drive and use the power of heaven and earth.

"Imitating Xiaonan, I'll let you see and see, the real spiritual realm!" Hong Qingyun said with a cold face.

Looking at this scene, Tianxingzong Yang Yun couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

In this situation, it is obvious that Fang Xiaonan's winning rate is almost zero.

Chen Dongluo at the side noticed Yang Yun shaking his head, frowned slightly, and hummed, "Why did Miss Yang shake her head?"

Yang Yun stared at Chen Dongluo: "What's the matter with you?"

Chen Dongluo stared at the murderous look in Yang Yun's eyes, and stared at him with chills. Thinking that Yang Yun was not easy to provoke, he could only smile sullenly and said: "It's all right! I saw Miss Yang's appearance, and thought that Miss Yang was not easy to mess with. Stand by our side!"

Yang Yun had no expression on her face, she turned her head directly without even looking at Chen Dongluo.

On the competition stage.

Fang Xiaonan's sharp eyes stared at Hong Qingyun who was holding the Zijiao flag, and his whole body tensed up at this moment.

"Fang Xiaonan, I admire you for making it this far!"

The corner of Hong Qingyun's mouth sneered, and at this moment, mist like water vapor rose from the purple dragon flag, and the powerful liquefied spiritual power did not completely burst out.

Hong Qingyun's hair flew up, and he was angry: "But this time, you will have no chance."

scoff!

The command flag waved suddenly, and pointed towards Fang Xiaonan. The terrifying cold air mixed with thick snowflakes turned into an ice and snow tornado and suddenly rolled towards Fang Xiaonan.

But in the blink of an eye, Fang Xiaonan was trapped in it.

Na Yang, who had always been calm and breezy, changed his face slightly, sat up quietly, and whispered softly: "The ice wind roars!"

Under this blow, how should Xiaonan survive?

In everyone's mind, there was just a thought that was over.

But at this moment, looking at the roar of ice surrounding him, Fang Xiaonan had a sneer on his face.

He gently put away the single-edged sword.

"Imitation Xiaonan doesn't even use a sword!"

Except for Mansion Master Na Yang, Cuigu Shanren and others, the others were all stunned when they saw Fang Xiaonan standing there empty-handed and confronting Hong Qingyun.

Is this kid crazy?
Fang Xiaonan was able to quickly kill Zhang Tianyu, who was at the upper level of the psychic realm, because he had a single-edged sword in his hand, so he killed him with a quick sword!
In their view, imitating Xiaonan if he has no sword, he cannot be Hong Qingyun's opponent.

Now, although imitating Xiaonan's peak psychic cultivation level is amazing to them, he actually faced a novice cultivator at the supernatural level empty-handed; facing the terrifying ice tornado in front of them made their scalps feel a little numb.

Even Lin Yuyin, looking at Fian Xiaonan shrouded in ice, couldn't help feeling anxious now; although she was standing outside, she could clearly feel the power of the icy storm.

If it is squeezed by this ice storm, it will be turned into ice cubes in an instant.

It's just that it's too late now!

"Brother Xiaonan!"

Yu Wenmo, Liu Kun and others stood among the crowd, their eyes were full of worry; basically, most of them rarely saw the supernatural powers attack with all their strength.

At this time, looking at the spell Hong Qingyun used, although it is very likely that the half-magic purple flag must have a bonus effect, the power of this spell is really too terrifying.

If it were them, there would be no other possibility except to wait for death.

"Fang Xiaonan, it seems that you also understand that no matter whether you have a sword in your hand, you will lose today... For the sake of your self-knowledge, I will give you a face."

Hong Qingyun smiled coldly, and the Zijiao flag rolled up again, only to see that the tornado with countless snowflakes was suddenly shrunk towards the imitation Xiaonan in the middle...

Amid the exclamation of everyone, Fang Xiaonan smiled coldly.

Stretching out his hand and shaking it lightly, a purple-red gossip card floated out gently.

"Nine Palaces Bagua Card!"

Seeing the appearance of this magic weapon, everyone was stunned, and Yang and Cuigu Shanren also had serious expressions on their faces.

Facing the roar of the icy wind, apart from the Jiugong Bagua card, Fang Xiaonan has no other way to deal with it; but with Fang Xiaonan's strength, whether the Jiugong Bagua card can block it is still a matter of debate.

"Humph!"

Hong Qingyun on the opposite side snorted coldly. The other party's item might be a magic weapon. It might not be as powerful as Zijiao Banner, but the psychic realm is definitely not like his own, and it can be fully activated.

Take it out now, it's just a mantis arm as a car.

At that moment, the Zijiao flag was waved again, and the icy wind roared again and accelerated towards the middle.

The imitation Xiaonan in the middle smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and lightly tapped on the slowly rotating Nine Palaces Eight Diagrams card on the top of his head.

(End of this chapter)