Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 250 Victory
When Shen Zhiyu was trapped before, there were countless ways to get out, but she just wanted to see how much she could show without using the Sky Lingzhu to replenish her true energy and not using the "Broken Army" sword move. Combat strength, after finding out these, decided how much strength to hide before competing for the leader, so he was trapped by He Weizhen's magic weapon for a few breaths.

Shen Zhiyu just broke free from the white cocoon, and when she got down on the ground, she slightly raised her head and looked at the flaming cauldron that seemed to be pressing on the top with her hands.

With a flash of her figure, she turned into a puff of light smoke and flashed away from the spot in an instant.

However, the flaming cauldron locked on her automatically. After Shen Zhiyu flashed away from the spot, the flaming cauldron also stopped slightly in mid-air, and then quickly shifted its position.

The shadow above the head follows everywhere, and the scorching temperature is also gradually rising.

Seeing this, Shen Zhiyu quickly raised her eyes and glanced at He Weizhen who was standing in the distance. This person knew that when fighting with the sword cultivator, the distance should not be too close, so when he felt the riot of the magic weapon entwined by the whisk, he quickly retreated. pulled out far enough.

At least, when Shen Zhiyu passed by, He Weizhen had enough time to think and make the best response.

As for the competition arena for monks in the early stage of foundation establishment, the range of [-] feet in length and width is not too large for the monks in foundation establishment, but it is enough for both sides of the fighting method to compete.

Shen Zhiyu's thoughts turned in her mind, she stood still, and raised her head to calculate the distance between Yuanding and her. Just when Yuanding was about to be pressed to the top of her head, she squatted down and rolled away from Yuanding's body. Coverage, and then took advantage of the inertia of Yuanding's inability to react in time when it fell.

With a dull and loud "dong", the huge round tripod burning with raging fire hit the ground heavily. Although the ground was not damaged, Shen Zhiyu, who was rolling on the ground, felt the invisible shock force hit her body, making her The viscera shook, and the breath became a little disordered.

This attack is so powerful that if it is really carried out, I am afraid that it will be seriously injured.

But now there is no time to care about the slight injuries on her body, she quickly stood up, and then, Shen Zhiyu jumped up, surpassed the height of the round tripod in an instant, jumped to a high place, and after spotting the edge of the round tripod, she jumped up and down. Twist to control the direction in which the soles of the feet fall.

Under He Weizhen's control, the Yuanding reacted extremely quickly. Just as Shen Zhiyu leaped into the air, the Yuanding started to rise again.

But this time, when the round cauldron was halfway up, in the eyes of He Weizhen, the young female cultivator holding a black long sword had already stepped on top of the round tripod very lightly, and then, a cold and terrifying sword Meaning rose from her body, He Weizhen only felt that the magic weapon that he controlled and manipulated lightly in the past seemed to be suddenly pressed down by a huge rock, it was extremely heavy, and he could no longer control it as lightly as before.

What Shen Zhiyu suppressed was naturally not the Yuanding, she didn't have that much strength yet, she just used her sword intent to suppress the consciousness attached to the Yuanding, but for He Weizhen, the difference was not big.

After using the body-protecting sword energy to separate the burning flames above the round cauldron, Shen Zhiyu glanced and saw that He Weizhen felt something strange on the magic weapon, and immediately opened the distance between the two of them again.

This He Weizhen is really experienced, a trace of helplessness appeared in Shen Zhiyu's eyes.

It was a bit difficult to deal with him without using sword moves, Shen Zhiyu turned his eyes, raised his hand and let go of the long sword in his hand, letting the remaining sword intent on Qingya sword restrain Yuan Ding.

Then Shen Zhiyu tapped her toes lightly on the edge of the cauldron, and her body turned into a puff of mist, which floated in the direction where He Weizhen was standing.

But when Shen Zhiyu borrowed strength on the ground, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. The previously solid ground suddenly became extremely soft, and there were still strands of sticky force entangled around her ankle.

Shen Zhiyu's expression froze, He Weizhen's thoughts were too meticulous, and he had arranged a ground trap technique on the ground to block the speed early on.

If it weren't for the fact that talismans are not allowed on this platform, and with a few high-level thorn talismans, the effect of the siege would be even better.

Taking advantage of the time when Shen Zhiyu was stopped, He Weizhen turned around and continued to distance herself.

Seeing this, Shen Zhiyu had a thought, and several sword qi appeared, quickly cutting off the earth attribute spiritual power wrapped around her ankles, then turned around and galloped towards He Weizhen.

It's just that this time Shen Zhiyu didn't borrow strength from the ground. He held the moonstones used for lighting in his hand, scattered dozens of them, and suspended them in the air with his true energy. Shaped like smoke, the speed is fast.

Soon, he was within five feet of He Weizhen again.

He Weizhen was a little dumbfounded when he saw this, he never expected it to be like this, but he quickly came back to his senses, seeing the young female cultivator abandoning the sword and coming alone, he shook his head slightly in his heart.

A sword cultivator is stronger than his natal sword. A sword cultivator who does not have his natal sword is like a tiger without teeth, and his combat power will be greatly reduced.

With a flick of the dust whisk on his arm, thousands of white threads spread and grew, winding towards Shen Zhiyu.

At this time, Shen Zhiyu raised his hand and made a reverse grip, and the Qingya sword suspended above the huge round tripod made a very clear and sharp clanging sound, and flew back to its master with a "swoosh".

Within a short distance of more than ten feet, Qingya sword fell back into Shen Zhiyu's hands, and at this time, He Weizhen, who had regained control of Yuanding, had just completed the art of manipulating Yuanding.

Seeing the overwhelming Baisi pouring in, Shen Zhiyu's phoenix eyes narrowed, she moved her hand while holding Qingya sword, raised her arm and slashed from top to bottom, and slashed towards Baisi.

When the blade fell, a jet-black icy sword light burst out from the blade, instantly cutting thousands of white threads in front of it into a two-foot-wide gap.

Shen Zhiyu's figure flashed, and she passed Qingya sword through the gap between the white silks, and then pressed Qingya sword against He Weizhen's neck who had no time to react.

Even though Shen Zhiyu didn't get close to the blade, the cold and sharp blade still cut a bloody wound on his neck, and the blood oozed out, but it was not fatal.

Shen Zhiyu looked at him calmly.

He Weizhen looked at the black long sword in Shen Zhiyu's hand, and smiled wryly, her round tripod just flew halfway back.

Sure enough, the gap between the natal magic weapon and the ordinary magic weapon can be described as the difference between cloud and mud.

After sighing, He Weizhen withdrew the tactic and readily conceded defeat. He nodded at Shen Zhiyu with a kind smile, "You won."

Sensing the kindness emanating from him, Shen Zhiyu put away the Qingya Sword, with a smile on her face, "Senior Brother He, I've accepted it."

"It's your mercy." He Weizhen shook his head.

(End of this chapter)