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Chapter 414 Dragon-Shaped True Evil Wave

"Illusion!"

Zhong Lin also knew something about illusions. There were some magicians among the people of Xuangui Continent, as well as some magicians from his previous life.

Low-level illusions are nothing more than using some special techniques or light and shadow to deceive people's eyes, making things hidden, disappearing, or making the fake look real.

A more advanced level can only be achieved by warriors, who perform it through some secret methods or special spiritual energy. It can be varied and hard to guard against. It can also change at will, hide one's tracks, and confuse the enemy, making it unparalleled.

It is said that more advanced illusions are no longer illusions. When the false is made to appear true, the true becomes false. By using the false to cultivate the true, one can even achieve the point of creating things out of nothingness.

Of course, Sang Qianqin couldn't do that, but her illusion technique was indeed very advanced.

Zhong Lin was also a man who had experienced many battles. He was not panicked at all when he saw such a scene. The next moment, his whole body shook, and immediately the void trembled. Endless dragon energy projected down from the dark void and penetrated into the acupoints all over Zhong Lin's body.

"Roar!"

The void vibrated, and the acupoints all over Zhong Lin's body were stimulated by the dragon energy cast down from the darkness, forming light green scales on the surface of his acupoints. All the scales were sliding continuously, and there were faint loud dragon roars in the void, which looked like a huge real dragon was passing through Zhong Lin's body.

"Eight Desolate Dragon God, body protection magic, condense!"

Zhong Lin suddenly shouted loudly, and saw that the dragon-shaped shadow wandering in his body continued to condense, and then turned from shadow into reality, turning into eight real dragons surrounding his body.

laugh!laugh!laugh!
At this time, Sang Qianqin also came resolutely from all directions, and thousands of figures holding magic swords stabbed from all directions.

However, surrounded by eight real dragons, Zhong Lin had no flaws on his body and easily blocked all of Sang Qianqin's attacks.

"Junior Sister Sang, if your attack is only this good, then admit defeat!"

Zhong Lin raised his hands, and a huge ball of light condensed into a dragon shape and rushed out directly.

This light cannon is like the aurora, bright and dazzling, and its crystal light penetrates the sky and the earth.

"Polar Light, Xuantian True Evil, Yin and Yang stirring, breaking the evil barriers, dragon-shaped True Evil Wave."

This is a secret technique from the "Xuantian Hualong Jue". It is extremely powerful and can easily flatten a mountain.

Sang Qianqin, who was trying hard to break through Zhong Lin's defense, was also shocked. Just as she was about to dodge, she saw a dragon-shaped aurora rushing towards her. She couldn't dodge in time and it hit her face directly.

"Nine Palace Sword Formation."

Sang Qianqin changed her moves in a hurry, shouted loudly, and her spiritual energy surged. Nine palace patterns appeared on her body, and in the center of each pattern was floating the shadow of her own spiritual sword, colliding with the dragon-shaped true evil wave.

boom!
A loud roar was heard, and the Nine Palace Sword Formation blocked all the dragon-shaped true evil waves. As it spun at high speed, light rain was flying everywhere, as if an aurora rain had fallen.

"Gold of the five metals, the shape of the sun and moon, slashed by the wandering dragon sword."

In the aurora rain, Sang Qianqin's figure suddenly disappeared, and her powerful strength was revealed again. Thousands of sword lights spurted out of her body, and unexpectedly merged with the spiritual sword in her hand, turning into a streak of sword energy, which was condensed to the extreme and came towards Zhong Lin to kill.

Zhong Lin's face was extremely cold. He rubbed his hands together, and the phantoms of the Eight Desolate Divine Dragon surrounding him actually gathered in his palms. Finally, they turned from virtual to real and condensed into a real dragon of a hundred feet long.

"The Great Zhoutian Ten Thousand Dragons Are Annihilated!"

Groan!
A dragon roar resounded throughout the world. All of a sudden, the entire arena was filled with dragon-shaped shadows. The disciples dozens of miles away felt a tightness in their chests, as if a huge mountain was pressing down on their hearts.

Facing the real dragon summoned by Zhong Lin, Sang Qianqin gritted her teeth and drove the magic sword to continue attacking without dodging at all.

But the next moment her face changed drastically, because she suddenly found that her spirit sword was swaying left and right, shooting to the side uncontrollably.

"This...is not good!"

Sang Qianqin was very anxious and quickly sensed the spiritual sword and suppressed it with spiritual energy.

But it was too late. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The space was still for more than a moment, and the sound of cannons like countless stars exploding was still roaring.

"Wow!"

Sang Qianqin spat out a mouthful of blood in the air, and was knocked away directly, hitting the distant mountain heavily, and then fell down.

Zhong Lin took a step and appeared directly in front of Sang Qianqin, looking down at her with his arm raised.

"I surrender."

Sang Qianqin shouted quickly, fearing that she would be killed by a punch if she shouted too late.

After hearing this, the aura on Zhong Lin's body slowly dissipated, and he was no longer as violent as before.

The referee also spoke at the right time.

"Zhong Lin, wins."

Sang Qianqin endured the pain in her body and slowly stood up, staring at Zhong Lin with her eyes.

"How did you do that? Why is my sword out of control?"

Zhong Lin smiled calmly and said, "I'm also quite interested in Junior Sister Sang's illusion techniques. Let's discuss it sometime."

Sang Qianqin also knew that what she had just said was a bit too presumptuous. After all, it was in public, the competition had not yet ended, and no one wanted to reveal too much of their cards.

After calming the vibrating spiritual energy in his body, he smiled and said, "If you are interested, Qianqin will welcome you after the competition is over."

"Easy to say, easy to say."

After the battle, cheers were heard. In addition to Chu Yu and others, other outer disciples also shouted enthusiastically.

In the martial arts world, the strong are respected. If Zhong Lin was previously famous for his status as a seventh-grade alchemist, his reputation has now spread throughout the outer disciples of Tianjian City.

As long as nothing unexpected happens, it is certain that he will be among the top ten in the competition and become an inner disciple. What's more, he has already been promoted to the top five, so it is not impossible for him to be a true disciple.

What is the true teaching?

That is the true face of the Holy Land, and its cultivation level is at least that of a powerful person in the realm of life and death.

Life and Death Realm! This kind of cultivation is unrivaled no matter where it is placed. With a lifespan of three thousand years, it is a true ancestor-level figure.

Now they only regretted why they had not met Zhong Lin earlier, and he was a seventh-grade alchemist.

If they knew that Zhong Lin had already been promoted to the eighth rank, they would probably regret it even more, the kind that would make their intestines turn green with regret.

After the battle, Zhong Lin took off into the air and was about to fly away when he saw several figures coming from a distance.

Three men and one woman.

Zhong Lin recognized the woman. She was Lou Yue, whom Chu Yu and others had been talking about.

The person on Lou Yue’s left is a young man with a strange face and black hair. The “black hair” here is not an adjective, but his hair is really black.

He was wearing a yellow robe and carrying a green magic sword on his back, which looked very evil.

On Lou Yue's right was a tall young man with a cold expression and dressed in a black robe. He exuded a sword aura that soared into the sky. If you looked at him a few more times, you would feel a stinging sensation in your eyes, as if the person in front of you was not a human at all, but a divine sword that pierced the sky.

The last person wore a silver crown, silver-white armor, and cloud-patterned combat boots. He had deep eyebrows and a cold face, like a god of war.

(End of this chapter)