Chapter 837 Ferocious Sword Cannon
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Qian Li Mu Chen
Chapter 837 Ferocious Sword Cannon
"The Holy Son is worthy of being the Holy Son. This is just the beginning. Then Ling Xiao is really unlucky. As soon as "Tianji Sword Art" comes out, Ling Xiao will definitely lose instantly!"
Ling Xiao had heard of "Tianji Sword Art", and also heard of Tianji Wuhun.
But he didn't care.
Although this Tianji Wuhun is powerful, it is rumored to be just a substitute for the Shanhe Wuhun.
The power is less than one ten-thousandth of that of Shanhe Wuhun, at most it can only reach the level of twelve immortal souls, and it can't even reach the level of nine dragon souls.
The reason why such a martial soul was created is probably because the king of people was worried that his descendants would not be able to inherit the martial soul of mountains and rivers, so he did it out of good intentions.
It is true that one is lucky to have a good ancestor.
He didn't care, but the disciples of Tianwangmen and those of Shengchao were excited.
Even Sikong Zun and Shengdi nodded proudly, applauding Ji Mingkong's performance.
"Looks like we're overthinking it!"
The Holy Emperor laughed.
"That's right, although the third level of "Tianji Swordsmanship" is only equivalent to the rare level of jade-grade martial arts, but with Mingkong Liangyitian's early cultivation base, if Ling Xiao has no back-up, it is absolutely difficult to resist. "
Sikong Zun also nodded with a smile.
Holding the Purple Lightning Sword, Ling Xiao's pupils had countless golden inscriptions flashing continuously.
Shanhe Wuhun has already begun to analyze the opponent's sword skills.
It was the first time Ling Xiao had encountered this kind of sword technique, so he had to find out the outline before continuing to fight, otherwise it would be thankless.
"The Holy Son is worthy of being the Holy Son, and he can master rare and rare martial arts at his fingertips. I really admire you!"
He said so, but Ling Xiao didn't show the slightest admiration on his face.
The Zidian sword in his hand swung again, and the sound of thunder continued to resound.
Ling Xiao's whole body seemed to be enveloped by lightning.
Whoosh!
At that moment, he suddenly jumped up, a pair of golden dragon wings sprouted from behind, his speed was more than ten times faster, and he was in front of Ji Mingkong in an instant.
Ji Mingkong was very fast.
This is an advantage in terms of cultivation. Ling Xiao must be in the form of the tenth human dragon and use the golden light dragon wings to gain a little advantage.
In the lightning of the Zidian Sword, there are traces of flames burning continuously.
The flames were black and golden, exuding the breath of hell, but no one except Ling Xiao knew this.
Others can't see it at all.
Looking at Ling Xiao who was shooting fast from the front, Ji Mingkong frowned even tighter.
Ling Xiao's speed was also faster than she expected, and it was no worse than her speed under the heavenly realm.
The frown was only momentary, and then Ji Mingkong stabbed with his sword across the air, and a strange ball of light formed on the tip of the sword.
"The first change of Tianji swordsmanship - sword cannon!"
Ling Xiao doesn't know what a sword cannon is, but judging from Ji Mingkong's attack this time, the power of this attack is much stronger than ordinary sword energy, and it feels irresistible and quite frightening.
Whoosh!
The fist-sized ball of light flew towards Ling Xiao, and spun violently in the air. Around the sphere, a sharply rotating air blade was vaguely formed, and even the air was cut apart, creating an absolute vacuum zone. .
This attack hadn't gotten close to Ling Xiao, but it had already left countless gullies on the competition stage.
"This martial arts arena has been built in vain again."
One of the referees smiled wryly, feeling very helpless.
The terrifying sword cannon was blocked by Ling Xiao's Zidian sword, and it exploded in mid-air, forming a light cluster that was as dazzling as a small sun.
Because of resisting this attack, the figure in Ling Xiao's quick shot obviously paused and had to stop.
But at this time, Ji Mingkong's attack followed.
"Holy Ancestor Chang Fist Unifying the Mysterious Realm!"
In the middle of that clear and charming drink, Ji Mingkong actually held a sword in one hand and punched Ling Xiao with the other.
Although the "Holy Ancestor's Long Fist" is no longer as good as it used to be, it is still very powerful when performed in the hands of Jiming Kong.
If Ling Xiao was bombarded, he would definitely be injured.
If an evenly matched opponent is engaged in a battle, if they are injured, they are basically not far from failure.
The strength of the fist enveloped the entire martial arts arena, as if the icon of a king appeared in the void, and the huge fist smashed like a meteorite, hitting Ling Xiao's head heavily.
Ling Xiao's face was still indifferent, but he couldn't help being surprised in his heart.
Ji Mingkong's ability to display Jinpin's top martial arts to such an extent is really admirable.
But such an enemy is more powerful.
Ling Xiao stepped on his feet, and a phantom-like pattern appeared on the competition stage, and then his feet were slightly staggered. The huge fist could obviously hit him, but it just missed.
But even so, the terrifying power still made Ling Xiao feel his blood churn, and he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he had been hit by something.
This is just the power that radiates, if it is attacked head-on, it will be even more uncomfortable.
"Fight with me, there is no chance to breathe!"
The cold voice sounded again.
"Sword Cannon Model [-]!"
The same form of attack, even the swords and cannons fired are the same, but Ling Xiao can clearly feel that this so-called type [-] is more powerful and faster than the previous blow, and even incorporates wind into it. The splitting effect of the attribute.
He is too familiar with this because he has mastered the astronomical phenomenon of wind.
"Well done! I really won't hide this time!"
Although dodging can minimize the damage, it still feels very uncomfortable, because the overflowing energy still makes Ling Xiao feel painful and unhappy.
Hardwired is different.
As long as he has the same power, or even stronger power, then all damage can be offset.
At that moment, the energy of the Zidian sword in Ling Xiao's hand soared, and it seemed to have grown a lot in an instant, releasing extremely terrifying energy, which surprised many warriors in the stands.
The black-golden flame finally appeared outside the thunder and lightning, wrapped in the purple lightning sword, and stabbed fiercely at Ji Mingkong's sword cannon with extremely mighty power.
"Oh!"
The moment the two energies touched, the terrifying energy exploded.
The sound penetrated the entire sky, and the glaring light was like a scorching sun bursting in an instant, forcing many warriors to close their eyes tightly.
Otherwise, the eyes are probably going to be blind.
Ji Mingkong's eyes were also affected.
But only for a moment.
However, in that instant, a cyan figure pierced out from behind the light like a sharp arrow, and pierced fiercely at Ji Mingkong's body.
Ji Mingkong's eyes were affected, but his cultivation was still superb, coupled with the terrifying perception ability of the natural dragon soul, he moved a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, barely avoiding Ling Xiao's brutal blow.
Bang!
The cyan figure pierced through the protective wall surrounded by lightning, instantly causing countless cracks in the protective wall of the competition platform like eggshells, and then shattered.
(End of this chapter)
"The Holy Son is worthy of being the Holy Son. This is just the beginning. Then Ling Xiao is really unlucky. As soon as "Tianji Sword Art" comes out, Ling Xiao will definitely lose instantly!"
Ling Xiao had heard of "Tianji Sword Art", and also heard of Tianji Wuhun.
But he didn't care.
Although this Tianji Wuhun is powerful, it is rumored to be just a substitute for the Shanhe Wuhun.
The power is less than one ten-thousandth of that of Shanhe Wuhun, at most it can only reach the level of twelve immortal souls, and it can't even reach the level of nine dragon souls.
The reason why such a martial soul was created is probably because the king of people was worried that his descendants would not be able to inherit the martial soul of mountains and rivers, so he did it out of good intentions.
It is true that one is lucky to have a good ancestor.
He didn't care, but the disciples of Tianwangmen and those of Shengchao were excited.
Even Sikong Zun and Shengdi nodded proudly, applauding Ji Mingkong's performance.
"Looks like we're overthinking it!"
The Holy Emperor laughed.
"That's right, although the third level of "Tianji Swordsmanship" is only equivalent to the rare level of jade-grade martial arts, but with Mingkong Liangyitian's early cultivation base, if Ling Xiao has no back-up, it is absolutely difficult to resist. "
Sikong Zun also nodded with a smile.
Holding the Purple Lightning Sword, Ling Xiao's pupils had countless golden inscriptions flashing continuously.
Shanhe Wuhun has already begun to analyze the opponent's sword skills.
It was the first time Ling Xiao had encountered this kind of sword technique, so he had to find out the outline before continuing to fight, otherwise it would be thankless.
"The Holy Son is worthy of being the Holy Son, and he can master rare and rare martial arts at his fingertips. I really admire you!"
He said so, but Ling Xiao didn't show the slightest admiration on his face.
The Zidian sword in his hand swung again, and the sound of thunder continued to resound.
Ling Xiao's whole body seemed to be enveloped by lightning.
Whoosh!
At that moment, he suddenly jumped up, a pair of golden dragon wings sprouted from behind, his speed was more than ten times faster, and he was in front of Ji Mingkong in an instant.
Ji Mingkong was very fast.
This is an advantage in terms of cultivation. Ling Xiao must be in the form of the tenth human dragon and use the golden light dragon wings to gain a little advantage.
In the lightning of the Zidian Sword, there are traces of flames burning continuously.
The flames were black and golden, exuding the breath of hell, but no one except Ling Xiao knew this.
Others can't see it at all.
Looking at Ling Xiao who was shooting fast from the front, Ji Mingkong frowned even tighter.
Ling Xiao's speed was also faster than she expected, and it was no worse than her speed under the heavenly realm.
The frown was only momentary, and then Ji Mingkong stabbed with his sword across the air, and a strange ball of light formed on the tip of the sword.
"The first change of Tianji swordsmanship - sword cannon!"
Ling Xiao doesn't know what a sword cannon is, but judging from Ji Mingkong's attack this time, the power of this attack is much stronger than ordinary sword energy, and it feels irresistible and quite frightening.
Whoosh!
The fist-sized ball of light flew towards Ling Xiao, and spun violently in the air. Around the sphere, a sharply rotating air blade was vaguely formed, and even the air was cut apart, creating an absolute vacuum zone. .
This attack hadn't gotten close to Ling Xiao, but it had already left countless gullies on the competition stage.
"This martial arts arena has been built in vain again."
One of the referees smiled wryly, feeling very helpless.
The terrifying sword cannon was blocked by Ling Xiao's Zidian sword, and it exploded in mid-air, forming a light cluster that was as dazzling as a small sun.
Because of resisting this attack, the figure in Ling Xiao's quick shot obviously paused and had to stop.
But at this time, Ji Mingkong's attack followed.
"Holy Ancestor Chang Fist Unifying the Mysterious Realm!"
In the middle of that clear and charming drink, Ji Mingkong actually held a sword in one hand and punched Ling Xiao with the other.
Although the "Holy Ancestor's Long Fist" is no longer as good as it used to be, it is still very powerful when performed in the hands of Jiming Kong.
If Ling Xiao was bombarded, he would definitely be injured.
If an evenly matched opponent is engaged in a battle, if they are injured, they are basically not far from failure.
The strength of the fist enveloped the entire martial arts arena, as if the icon of a king appeared in the void, and the huge fist smashed like a meteorite, hitting Ling Xiao's head heavily.
Ling Xiao's face was still indifferent, but he couldn't help being surprised in his heart.
Ji Mingkong's ability to display Jinpin's top martial arts to such an extent is really admirable.
But such an enemy is more powerful.
Ling Xiao stepped on his feet, and a phantom-like pattern appeared on the competition stage, and then his feet were slightly staggered. The huge fist could obviously hit him, but it just missed.
But even so, the terrifying power still made Ling Xiao feel his blood churn, and he felt uncomfortable all over, as if he had been hit by something.
This is just the power that radiates, if it is attacked head-on, it will be even more uncomfortable.
"Fight with me, there is no chance to breathe!"
The cold voice sounded again.
"Sword Cannon Model [-]!"
The same form of attack, even the swords and cannons fired are the same, but Ling Xiao can clearly feel that this so-called type [-] is more powerful and faster than the previous blow, and even incorporates wind into it. The splitting effect of the attribute.
He is too familiar with this because he has mastered the astronomical phenomenon of wind.
"Well done! I really won't hide this time!"
Although dodging can minimize the damage, it still feels very uncomfortable, because the overflowing energy still makes Ling Xiao feel painful and unhappy.
Hardwired is different.
As long as he has the same power, or even stronger power, then all damage can be offset.
At that moment, the energy of the Zidian sword in Ling Xiao's hand soared, and it seemed to have grown a lot in an instant, releasing extremely terrifying energy, which surprised many warriors in the stands.
The black-golden flame finally appeared outside the thunder and lightning, wrapped in the purple lightning sword, and stabbed fiercely at Ji Mingkong's sword cannon with extremely mighty power.
"Oh!"
The moment the two energies touched, the terrifying energy exploded.
The sound penetrated the entire sky, and the glaring light was like a scorching sun bursting in an instant, forcing many warriors to close their eyes tightly.
Otherwise, the eyes are probably going to be blind.
Ji Mingkong's eyes were also affected.
But only for a moment.
However, in that instant, a cyan figure pierced out from behind the light like a sharp arrow, and pierced fiercely at Ji Mingkong's body.
Ji Mingkong's eyes were affected, but his cultivation was still superb, coupled with the terrifying perception ability of the natural dragon soul, he moved a distance of more than ten meters in an instant, barely avoiding Ling Xiao's brutal blow.
Bang!
The cyan figure pierced through the protective wall surrounded by lightning, instantly causing countless cracks in the protective wall of the competition platform like eggshells, and then shattered.
(End of this chapter)
