Best Ascension

Chapter 243

Boom boom boom!
On the fighting platform, large swaths of flames scattered and splashed, and bursts of roars were deafening.

After five breaths, layers of defenses were broken one after another, Ying Tianlong could only subconsciously release one after another defense talisman, resisting in vain, trying to delay the ten breaths.

But... this is too difficult!

Ying Tianlong was secretly desperate. Before the start, he never thought that he would not even have the power to fight back.

"No, I'm Ying's Tianjiao, a genius who is destined to be promoted to Nascent Soul in the future, I... can't lose—ah!"

Before the thought was fully raised in his mind, he felt a strange force suddenly pass through the black iron spirit shield above his head and hit the Baihui acupoint of the leader of Liuyang.

hum!
As if being hit by a heavy hammer, Ying Tianlong's eyes were staring at him, his head was dizzy, his consciousness disappeared instantly, and the spiritual power in his body stagnated.

Because of this negligence, a gap was inadvertently exposed in Ying Tianlong's strict defense

In the next moment, a more ferocious and surging force suddenly found a gap and entered, hitting his head, face, chest and abdomen at every point in his dantian.

Streams of fiery spiritual power quickly blocked his spiritual apertures and meridians.

"Ah!"

Just after seven breaths, with two faint screams, Ying Tianlong fell to the protective light shield with a thud like a broken doll, and then slowly slid down to the ground.

At this moment, his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, his breath was dying, and he was unconscious.

pat!

Zhao Shengkong turned around, approached from far away, tiptoed to the ground, and easily landed in front of everyone.

"Next, who's coming?"

Zhao Sheng looked at the crowd with a smile on his face, his face was clear and refreshed, not even a drop of sweat came out.

While speaking, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and the black stick and golden sun fire that rolled down not far away flew up from the ground, flew into his hand in a flash, and was put into the storage bag.

Beforehand, no one expected that Ying Tianlong would lose so quickly and so embarrassingly!
Seeing that Zhao Sheng was so perverted, most people immediately hesitated, and some people simply avoided Zhao Sheng's sight, thinking that they were not his opponents.

From his reincarnation to the present, Zhao Sheng has only practiced three body training methods for so many years.

The main attack of "Vacuum Broken Mountain Palm" is somewhat similar to the skill of fighting cows across mountains, but it is infinitely superior to it.

The reason why Ying Tianlong has no power to fight back is not only because Zhao Sheng is fast, but more importantly, every time he wants to fight back, there is an extremely strange force that hits his body through layers of defenses, and it is extremely precise. Hit his dantian repeatedly, dissipating his accumulated spiritual power time and time again.

"So Close to the End of the World" is undoubtedly a "light skill" of immortality, similar to the supernatural power of shrinking the ground into an inch.Within a square inch, it is like teleporting within ten feet.

As for "Immortal Golden Body", there is no need to repeat.

Zhao Sheng was born with a strong physique like a monster. Under [-] times the gravity, he could still easily run dozens of laps with a [-]-jin heavy armor on his back.

Ten years ago, when he was still in the realm of refining Qi, he was on par with Zhao Decan, the foundation builder.

Now that ten years have passed, Zhao Sheng's true strength, except himself, I'm afraid no one can guess.

Let's put it this way, the unilateral beating of Ying Tianlong just now was just a warm-up, and he didn't even show one-third of his strength.

"I come!"

After hesitating for a breath or two, seeing that no one came forward, Jian Shisan with a stern face suddenly stepped out.

On the side, Dong Miaozhen rolled her eyes and thought to herself: "Sword Thirteen, although the foundation has only been established for ten years, he has fought countless swords in his life and has rich experience in actual combat. Cultivating the Wind and Thunder Sword Jue is best at fighting fast. I heard that it has reached the realm of sword energy and thunder sound. Now it's a good show!"

While thinking about it, the protective mask was opened, and Jian Shisan strode up to the fighting platform, standing two feet away from Zhao Sheng.

Hearing a sword chant, he saw a silvery-white three-foot long sword flying out of Jian Shisan's palm, as fast as lightning, as fast as a frightened bird, circled three times in a blink of an eye, and finally fell into Jian Shisan's hand.

"Wai Jianxiu?" Zhao Sheng's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice.

"That's right! This sword is called Hongdian. It is three feet three inches long and weighs 36 catties and six taels. Oneness. You have to be careful!" With Jian Shisan's long sword in his hand, his aura changed drastically, and his whole body was like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, showing its sharpness.

As his words fell, strands of lightning gradually danced on the three-foot-long rainbow sword, and a bright white sword light about a foot long at the tip of the sword continued to swallow, and there were faint gusts of wind and thunder in the air.

"Very good, I have long wanted to experience how the orthodox swordsman fights against the enemy. Today I finally got what I wanted! Watch it, I will attack your left side."

Before the words fell, Zhao Sheng disappeared from the spot like a phantom in an instant.

"cut!"

Before the word "cut" came out of his mouth, Jian Shisan's heart trembled, his spiritual sense swept over him, and a figure suddenly appeared on the left side of his body.

Zhao Sheng's punch was as fast as lightning, and it hit Jian Shisan's waist and ribs in an instant, before the punch arrived, Jian Shisan's ribs were already hurting sharply from the harsh wind of the punch, and his heart was screaming loudly.

In the face of a foundation-building swordsman, Zhao Sheng still didn't use a weapon, and he didn't know whether he was bold with a high skill or arrogant.

But Jian Shisan was very angry, and felt that the other party looked down on him.

In an instant, his heart became angry, and he decided not to show mercy.

hum!
The rainbow sword instantly turned into a flash of lightning, swept across the waist, and spit out a little cold star from the tip of the sword, shooting at the center of Zhao Sheng's eyebrows with incomparable precision.

Zhao Sheng's eyes reflected a little bit of cold star like lightning, and the brows were extremely painful.

He gave a secret praise, and suddenly his body flashed, he retracted his fist and turned around, moved his mind to go behind Jian Shisan, and kicked Kuixing backwards, pointing directly at the opponent's anus.

"Despicable and shameless!"

Although Zhao Sheng's movements were fast, he couldn't hide his divine sense. Jian Shisan secretly scolded the other party for being despicable and shameless. The long sword in his palm turned upside down and stabbed from the side. The sword lights were as fast as shooting stars, piercing towards Zhao Sheng's face and chest. belly.

Zhao Sheng retreated violently and did not compete with Jian Shisan.

For a while, he kept moving around, and countless afterimages flashed front, back, left, and right.

At this moment, there was the sound of wind and thunder on the battle platform, the sword light fell like rain, and the sword energy was churning endlessly like the sea. Waves of flying sword light hit the protective light shield continuously, causing little waves.

It's a pity that although Jian Shisan's sword was as fast as lightning, in Zhao Sheng's eyes, it was a little bit slower.

Zhao Sheng had ten thoughts in his mind, and one thought focused on avoiding. The other few thoughts remembered Jian Shisan's Fenglei Sword Art little by little, and he even had spare energy to dismantle the opponent's moves.

It seems that a long time has passed, but in fact, only a few tens of breaths have passed since the two began to fight.

Although the time was short, it couldn't prevent the two from fighting fast. In the blink of an eye, the two sides had already clashed countless times.

Everyone in the audience was also a little dumbfounded. Most of them only saw the sword light raging like a sea on the stage, and felt that Jian Thirteen had the upper hand.

But until now, the ground is still clean without a drop of blood.

Tatata!
A series of rapid and sharp trampling sounds, like the sound of the soul, exploded around Jian Shisan. I saw the sword light scattered like water, but most of them were easily dodged by Zhao Sheng. Or two-phase offset, or lead offset.

No matter how Jian Shisan used his sword with all his strength, he couldn't hurt him at all.

At a certain moment, Zhao Sheng's heart moved, and seeing a sword light flying towards him, he blocked it with his arm without avoiding it.

laugh!
Blood spattered, the flesh was split, and there was a deep bone wound on the arm.

At this time, Zhao Sheng saw that the marks on the exposed bones were faint, and he nodded secretly: "The Gengjin sword bone has not yet been completed, and it is very good to be able to block such a level of sword light! According to this defense strength, the spirit Under the weapon, the magic weapon is difficult to hurt."

"Let's try him again. How is Gengjin Jianguang's lethality?"

With this thought in mind, Zhao Sheng immediately accelerated his pace by three points, ejected the purple sun spiritual power from both hands, knocked away sword lights, and gradually approached Jian Shisan.

After a few breaths, sweat was already visible on Jian Shisan's forehead. Although the sword light became denser and more eye-catching, the sword circle was slowly compressed to within a foot of his body.

"I'm going to lose!"

Seeing this situation, everyone had a premonition in their hearts.

Sure enough, after only seven or eight breaths, only a chuckle came from the field over the billowing wind and thunder:
"Hehe, withdraw!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and their eyes unconsciously followed the flying rainbow sword.

Ding Ding Ding!
In mid-air, the Rainbow Sword was like a dying fish, jumping a few times, trying to fly back to its master again.

Unexpectedly, every time it flicked, a little bit of purple fire would fall onto its blade out of thin air, imprisoning its spirituality.

In a blink of an eye, the Rainbow Sword was repeatedly trapped by the purple fire, unable to fall to the ground, and couldn't help making a buzzing noise, like the whine of a sword.

At this time, Jian Shisan stood motionless on the spot with ashes on his face, holding his bleeding right hand in his left hand, speechless for a moment.

Few people outside the court could clearly see the situation of the last match.

And Jian Shisan, as a personal experiencer, can see it most clearly.

The moment of defeat flashed through his mind countless times, and his eyes finally fixed on that razor-sharp blue-purple sword light that was faster than lightning.

He could clearly see that the ray of sword light was shot from the opponent's fingertips, which was unbelievable.

"Could it be that the other party is not only a physical cultivator, but also an inner sword cultivator!"

Thinking of this, Jian Shisan turned around fiercely, and shouted eagerly: "Are you also a sword cultivator?!"

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly, did not answer this question, but turned around to look at the audience, and said loudly: "Next!"

His eyes slowly swept across the faces of the people in the audience. Some people shrank, some looked away, and some were eager to try, but most of them dared not go on stage because they couldn't beat them!

Zhao Sheng's eyes finally stopped on Dong Miaozhen, seeing that the woman's eyes were faintly brightened, but her expression was calm and composed, as if she was not surprised at all.

Recalling the strange purple and green luck on the other party's head, Zhao Sheng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and once again confirmed in his heart that she should not marry.

It's not that I covet Dong Miao's true beauty!

No matter how beautiful the other party is, no matter how beautiful the country is, even if it is beautiful and gorgeous, even if its temperament is extraordinary and refined.
Ah!
Zhao Sheng thinks that he is definitely not such a superficial person, and the two are really a good match for their wives!

Thinking of this, he repeated again: "Is there anyone who wants to come up for a discussion?"

Seeing that no one answered, Zhao Sheng said aggressively again: "You are all the proud sons of heaven, are you afraid of losing and dare not come up?"

"What are you afraid of? He was also injured just now!" At this moment, a female voice suddenly came from behind the crowd.

The person who spoke was a woman in a goose skirt with a hot figure and an incomparably glamorous figure.

Zhao Sheng looked down at the wound on his arm. In just a moment, the wound had closed and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

If he delays for a while, his sword wound will be healed.

"I'm coming!" Li Feixuan gritted his teeth and suddenly shouted.

As a casual cultivator who came up from the bottom of the world of cultivating immortals, Li Feixuan would not let go of such a good opportunity to become famous.

If he can take the opportunity to win, maybe he can win Zhinu's favor, then wouldn't he change his fate from now on, and Yuanying can be expected.

Is his "Liu Guang Dao" a waste of fame, no matter how fast the opponent is, can the time pass quickly? !

"Qianqiu Cicada depends entirely on you!"

Standing opposite Zhao Sheng, Li Feixuan cheered secretly, while slowly getting in touch with Qian Qiuchan in his dantian.

"Zhao Daoyou, your strength is too strong, Li feels ashamed! But I have a unique trick, I don't know if you dare to take it?"

"One move determines the outcome?"

"That's right, one move is the difference!" Li Feixuan said with certainty.

"No, it's life and death, right?" Zhao Sheng suddenly joked.

"Zhao Daoyou's words are too funny. How about you and I go as far as we can? Just one trick!"

Zhao Sheng thought about it for a while, nodded confidently and said: "Okay, then I will see your unique trick."

"Fellow Daoist, be careful——

Before the words could be uttered, the Qianqiu cicada in Li Feixuan's dantian suddenly flapped its wings and sang softly, and a ripple of time spread from its colorful wings in an instant, covering a space with a radius of three feet.

The time in this three-foot space was suddenly frozen, as if time had pressed the stop button.

A stream of light suddenly flew out of Li Feixuan's dantian, which fell into his hand and turned into a strange transparent long knife with a blade that was curved like waves.

Flow-light-knife!

Li Feixuan seemed to be under unimaginable pressure, his face was red like blood, he clasped the handle of the knife with both hands, slowly raised the long knife high, and then slashed down hard.

Wisps of "frozen" knife light gradually separated from the long knife and hung in the air in front of him.

Li Feixuan raised the long knife again, and repeated the downward chopping action just now, repeating it over and over again.

Wisps of "solidified" saber light piled up together, forming a brilliant, crystal-clear and extremely solid saber intent.

boom!
With a loud bang like a thunderbolt, time instantly returned to normal,

Everyone only saw the sudden appearance of a group of dazzling light, which hurt their eyes.

However, no one realized what just happened, except Zhao Sheng.

In fact, when Li Feixuan drove Qianqiu Chan to freeze time, he realized that someone had moved the time axis and greatly compressed the flow of time in a strange way.

In the eyes of outsiders, time almost freezes, but in Zhao Sheng's eyes, time just slows down a lot, and it doesn't stand still.

This also caused him to witness the whole process of Li Feixuan's attack with his own eyes, and just when the saber intent was about to come, he just swung Fang Tian's painted halberd to block this sinister and vicious move.

Li Feixuan, who launched this ultimate move, immediately became sluggish, his face was as pale as snow, and a few roots of his thick black hair quietly turned white.

Qianqiu Cicada, a moment of spring and autumn!
There is no price to be paid for manipulating time with a mortal body.

In order to launch the knife just now, Li Feixuan sacrificed a year of life.

In fact, he went there with the goal of killing Zhao Sheng with one move, not just pointing out some bullshit.

He is a casual cultivator, if he is no longer insidious and vicious, he will not be able to reach the heights he is today.

(End of this chapter)