Chapter 629 Three-second countdown

In the martial arts arena, the match began with the referee's call.

Zhou Lang and Bai Linxue moved at the same time and rushed towards each other almost at the same time.

Zhou Lang had already drawn his sword. As a swordsman, he would use his sword to defeat any opponent.

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The sword soul attached to the sword, making the sword, which should have been ordinary, bloom with a more powerful momentum than the seventh-grade spiritual weapon.

Bai Linxue did not have a weapon, no, to be precise, she had a weapon.

It's just that her weapon didn't seem to be very conventional.

Swish!

Bai Linxue waved her sleeves, and a long white silk flew out of her sleeves at an extremely fast speed, as if breaking through the air.

Zhou Lang's expression did not change, and he always looked serious.

As he said before, no matter who his opponent was or how strong he was, he would go all out and take it seriously.

Seeing the white silk emitting frost sweeping over, Zhou Lang directly swung the sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy slashed out, slashing on the white silk attacking him.

However, the sword energy, which has always been invincible, failed this time.

The sword energy did not tear the white silk, but only slightly stopped its forward speed.

The sword energy and the white silk collided with each other and exploded in an instant. The white silk paused for a moment and continued to sweep towards Zhou Lang.

At this moment, Zhou Lang's face finally changed slightly.

Of course, it was only a slight change, and it was fleeting.

Off the court, Emperor Yan and Ye Qianxing watched the battle intently.

Emperor Yan touched his beard and said.

"That white silk should be one of the immortal weapons inherited by Feishuang Valley, Liuxian Hanling, which is an eighth-grade upper-grade immortal weapon. I didn't expect Feishuang Valley to give such a treasure to Bai Linxue. It seems that this woman's status in Feishuang Valley is really not low. →"

Eighth-grade upper-grade immortal weapon?

Ye Qianxing was also stunned when he heard this. After all, his Leiqie sword was only equivalent to an ordinary eighth-grade immortal weapon.

I didn't expect that Bai Linxue's Liuxian Hanling was actually more advanced than Leiqie.

But it was normal. After all, it was one of the inherited immortal weapons of Feishuang Valley. As one of the largest super forces in Tianxuan Continent, it definitely had this foundation.

As for Zhou Lang, he was originally at a different level from Bai Linxue, and now he has lost the advantage in terms of weapon grade.

This battle is a bit troublesome.

But Ye Qianxing believes in Zhou Lang, just as Zhou Lang believes in him.

Sure enough, Zhou Lang did not disappoint Ye Qianxing.

Liuxian Hanling broke Zhou Lang's sword energy and continued to sweep towards Zhou Lang. Just when it was about to touch Zhou Lang, Zhou Lang activated his skill.

"Sword Qi Ling!"

Buzz! ! !

Dozens of sword qi burst out from Zhou Lang's body and lingered around him.

Transformed into a seamless protective shield.

Liuxian Hanling slapped on the sword qi shield, but it couldn't penetrate it at all.

Bai Linxue tried to attack from several other directions, but no matter which side he attacked, he could not get through.

However, Zhou Lang was obviously not the kind of person who liked passive defense. When he saw Liuxian Hanling being bounced away by the sword energy, he retracted the sword energy shield and jumped up.

"Falling Star!"

Zhou Lang hung in the air and slashed with a sword.

A sword light appeared, flashing with crystal light, like the stars above the nine heavens.

Swish!

The starlight sword light fell towards Bai Linxue. At this moment, Bai Linxue felt that the surroundings had lost light and entered a dark moment.

Only the starlight in the sky remained, falling towards him.

Is this a meteor?

The stars fell?

Even the stars that have survived for tens of millions of years in the nine heavens will fall one day, so what about me?

I am just a tiny human being, how can I resist the power of heaven?

At this moment, in everyone's eyes, Bai Linxue stood there in a daze, and Zhou Lang's starlight sword was rapidly attacking Bai Linxue.

But Bai Linxue showed no sign of dodging at all.

Everyone didn't know that in less than a breath, countless thoughts and ideas appeared in Bai Linxue's mind.

Yes, she was hit.

Zhou Lang's skill [Falling Star] can shock the mind and will have a certain probability of causing the opponent to enter a state of fear.

Bai Linxue didn't know if she had suffered any blows before, so she was easily stimulated.

"Is it over? Why doesn't Goddess Bai move?"

"Does she think she can't beat Jian Shiyi and plan to admit defeat?"

Someone wondered. Goddess Bai was the unified name given to Bai Linxue by the losers in the audience. Bai Linxue was too beautiful, and she had a cold temperament, which made them feel that they only dared to watch from a distance and not blaspheme.

Isn't that what a goddess is? Those who can get close are not goddesses.

A goddess should be like this, someone who dares to worship in one's heart but dares not show any blasphemy.

"It shouldn't be that easy."

Ye Qianxing whispered.

Bai Linxue is a genius disciple of Feishuang Valley, and she can make it to the finals.

She is definitely not someone with a weak mind.

Sure enough, just when Zhou Lang's starlight sword was about to hit Bai Linxue, her dull eyes finally moved.

She broke through the shock and fear brought to her by [Falling Star].

"Ice crystal protection."

An ice crystal barrier appeared in front of Bai Linxue, just blocking the falling sword light.

With a bang, the ice crystal barrier that was condensed for a short time could not stop Zhou Lang's starlight sword light at all, and it was broken in an instant.

However, Bai Linxue also took advantage of this gap to move his feet lightly and dodge.

"Liuxian Hanling, entangle!"

The moment Bai Linxue dodged the starlight sword light, he launched an attack.

He waved Liuxian Hanling towards Zhou Lang who was still in mid-air and about to fall.

Zhou Lang was in mid-air and could not dodge at all.

However, he was not panicked, and slashed at Liuxian Hanling with his sword.

Swish!

The sword blade slashed through Liuxian Hanling, but did not cut it off, but was entangled by the latter.

Although Zhou Lang's sword had the bonus of sword soul possession, Liuxian Hanling was an eighth-grade upper-grade spiritual weapon after all, so how could it be destroyed at will?

After Liuxian Hanling entangled Zhou Lang's sword, it extended again and entangled Zhou Lang's arms and body.

Zhou Lang was entangled in Liuxian Hanling's limbs and body, suspended in mid-air.

Liuxian Hanling exudes a strong cold air, and soon Zhou Lang's body is covered with a layer of frost.

It is estimated that it will not be long before Zhou Lang is frozen into an ice sculpture.

Once frozen, he will be judged as losing his combat effectiveness, and if he cannot break through in ten seconds, he will lose.

It seems that Bai Linxue has made such a plan.

Zhou Lang is suspended in the air and struggles hard, but Liuxian Hanling, as an eighth-grade upper-grade spiritual weapon, can't even cut his sword, let alone himself?

The more he struggles, the tighter it will be.

Layers of thick frost wrapped Zhou Lang, and he has stopped struggling.

The frost became thicker and thicker, and soon Zhou Lang turned into an ice sculpture.

Bai Linxue looked at the referee, and the referee came back to his senses from the shock.

"According to the rules, Sword Pavilion Sword Eleven is currently out of combat capability. If he cannot break the ice within ten seconds, he will be judged as a failure."

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... five..."

As the referee began to count, Bai Linxue's serious expression began to relax a little.

She was very confident in her Liuxian Hanling. The ice she released could not be easily broken. There were still a few seconds left, and she did not believe that Zhou Lang could break it.

"Three."

The countdown was three seconds, and the audience stopped shouting at this moment.

Holding their breath and looking at the stage.

There were still three seconds left. Could Zhou Lang still turn the tide?