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"bring it on."
"You keep saying you want to teach me a lesson, let me see if your strength is as strong as your tone."
Long Qingchen looked indifferent and waved to Yanran.
If Feng Jiu Ming challenges him, Feng Jiu Ming's cultivation is much higher than his, forming an absolute suppression of cultivation. It will be difficult for him to win without using the Spear of Destruction and the Dragon Ring of Time.
Unfortunately, it was Yu Yanran who challenged him.
In the world of cultivation, there is a nine-forbidden rule of suppression.
In other words, if a cultivator is more than nine small levels higher than the enemy, no matter what emperor-grade martial arts or emperor-grade body skills the enemy masters, he will not be able to defeat this cultivator. This is the Nine Forbidden Suppression. Code!
To put it bluntly, the gap in cultivation is more than nine small steps and cannot be bridged.
Yu Yanran has the cultivation level of the fifth-level Immortal Lord, and he has the cultivation level of the sixth-level Dragon Immortal Emperor. Although Yu Yanran's cultivation level is eight small levels higher than his, it has not formed the Nine Forbidden Suppression Principle. He still has the chance to win. Opportunity!
"watch out!"
Yu Yanran let out a scream, and layers of immortal power surged from her palms, sweeping out like a tidal wave.
Wow!
Wherever it passes, the void collapses, containing majestic power!
"This is the Wave Palm!"
The young man exclaimed, gritting his teeth, "Yesterday, I was defeated by this old lady's Palm of the Waves. This palm technique is very disgusting and can continuously add power."
The young man stared closely at the young man in green shirt on the ring, "Yesterday, when you faced Yanran's Die Langzhang, he said that there are two ways to break it. The first one is to take advantage of Die Langzhang's Before the power is superimposed, it is forcibly dispersed; the second is to resist forcefully and let the power of the Overlapping Wave Palm continue to be superimposed. When Yu Yanran can no longer control it, it will naturally collapse. Now, he is facing him I wonder what method he will use to break it after using the Wave Palm?"
"easy to say, hard to do."
The young man shook his head, "I am so smart and my cultivation is so much higher than him, but I can't break the Overlapping Wave Palm. How can he break it?"
Li Feiliu sneered, "If he defeats Yu Yanran, then everything is easy to say. If Yu Yanran defeats him, he will probably become angry with shame, cannot afford to lose, take out those treasures, and start killing."
"What treasure does he have?"
The young man became interested and his eyes brightened.
Xie Meizhuang frowned, and her beautiful eyes glared at Li Feiliu, full of warning.
Li Feiliu had no choice but to shut up and say nothing more.
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Long Qingchen turned over his hand and took out a long sword. The dragon's immortal power gathered on the tip of the sword and turned into a cold star.
Whoosh!
Han Xing flickered and disappeared with him in an instant!
???????????????????? Boom!
The wave of immortal power from the Wave Palm crushed past his afterimage, failed, and hit the barrier of the arena hard, causing violent ripples!
"Sword drawing style?"
The old man in robe was stunned for a moment.
"It is indeed the sword-drawing style!"
Jia Bingyun, who was the first to pass the final round, knew how to draw a sword, so she recognized him at a glance. Her pretty face was filled with shock, "Moreover, his sword drawing speed was more than ten times faster than mine. The sword style has probably been practiced to the level of Mahayana!"
Hearing what she said, the casual cultivators all took a deep breath and became uproar.
"Jia Bingyun's sword-drawing posture is already strong enough, but this person's sword-drawing posture has been practiced to the Mahayana level?"
"The nine sword postures are the simplest sword skills, and at the same time, they are also the most difficult sword skills. It is easy to get started but difficult to master. How come so many people have mastered the sword drawing posture?"
Feng Jiu Ming stared at the ring tightly and couldn't help but feel worried.
Whoosh!
When Han Xing appeared again with his sword drawn, it was already behind Yanran, and the sharp sword tip was like a poisonous snake's fangs, stabbing hard.
"Junior sister, behind you!"
Feng Jiu Ming¡¯s expression suddenly changed and he reminded loudly, ¡°Use the Arc de Triomphe body technique quickly!¡±
Yu Yanran felt the chills on her back suddenly rise. She reacted quickly and directly used the Arc de Triomphe Movement Technique.
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A triumphal arch appeared in front of her. She took a step and disappeared instantly.
Poof!
A wisp of blood bloomed, and the tip of the long sword followed fiercely into the Arc de Triomphe!
"It's interesting."
Long Qingchen felt a little surprised.
Because, this sword did not hit Yu Yanran's vital part, and she avoided it.
Seeing this scene, a smile appeared on Xie Meizhuang's beautiful face. Long Qingchen's attack was so ruthless and showed no mercy at all, which proved that Long Qingchen was not attracted to Yanran. She can rest assured
Feng Jiu Ming was furious, "If you dare to hurt my junior sister's life, I will kill you!"
"You are so majestic!"
"Once you get on the stage, you are responsible for your life and death. This is the rule of the finals!"
The old man in robe glanced at him coldly, "If you dare to interfere with the duel again, don't blame my men for being ruthless!"
Feng Jiu Ming had no choice but to suppress his anger and said anxiously, "Junior sister, give in quickly, you are no match for him."
There was silence in the void on the ring. It was obvious that Yu Yanran had hibernated and planned to attack the young man in green shirt, and was unwilling to admit defeat like this.
"Hurry up and scold her, you can break her Arc de Triomphe movement!"
The boy shouted excitedly.
The young man patted the young man on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Okay, junior brother, he taught you this method. Of course he knows how to do it."
The young man scratched the back of his head, "It seems so."
"And you, shut up too!"
The old man in robe looked at the young man with a cold look.
The young man shrank his neck and quickly covered his mouth.
Although he is a fool, he can still distinguish who can be provoked and who cannot be provoked An older master like this old man in robes must not be provoked.
Of course, Long Qingchen knew that Yu Yanran's mood was not calm enough. As long as he "scolded" Yu Yanran for a few words, Yu Yanran's mood would fluctuate, causing his breath to become unstable, revealing his position, and thus breaking the Arc de Triomphe's movement skills.
However, he did not do this.
He stood quietly, waiting for Yu Yanran's attack. He wanted Yu Yanran to know what the gap was!
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In the void, Luo Yanran was quietly hiding in a corner of the ring.
She was already prepared in her heart. No matter what the green-shirted boy scolded her, or how unpleasant the scolding was, she had to endure it. She had to endure it. She had to endure it even if she couldn't help it!
Never be angry, never have any mood swings, avoid unstable breath, and avoid exposing your position.
However, as she waited, the young man in green shirt did not curse, but stood still.
"My state of mind is not as calm as that of my senior brother. Although I tell myself that I must hold back, if he scolds me very unpleasantly, I may not be able to hold it back. Why doesn't he scold me?"
"Could it be that he wants to accept the attack of Arc de Triomphe's body technique?"
This made Yu Yanran suspicious.
"He is too conceited and doesn't know how powerful the Arc de Triomphe movement is, so let him have a taste of it!"
After observing for a moment, Yu Yanran was sure that the young man in green shirt would not curse anymore. She secretly rejoiced in her heart and quietly lurked towards the young man in blue shirt with her sword in hand. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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