Chapter 569, Weapons

Hearing Qi Ling's suggestion, Yang Wudi couldn't help but be moved by it, although he also knew that Qi Ling's attainments in martial arts were equally astonishing. After all, his swordsmanship was praised by Guochen Xin. 6⃞ 9⃞ s⃞ h⃞ u⃞ x⃞ .⃞ c⃞ o⃞ m⃞

But as a martial arts practitioner, Yang Wudi is naturally proud. If he is timid before fighting, it means he has lost, so he readily accepted Qi Ling's challenge.

"In this case, we don't need to pay too much attention to the rules. Let's just compete here." Qi Ling said, pulling out his Xuanyuan Sword, "Just hit it until you have fun. Elder Yang Wudi, you see how?"

Yang Wudi summoned his soul-breaking gun, danced two spear flowers in the air, and said with a smile: "That's very good, leader, take action!"

"Elder Yang, it's better for you to make the first move. I'm used to striking first." Qi Ling said with a smile.

"Okay, if that's the case, then I won't be polite!" Yang Wudi said, shaking his soul-breaking gun, and the gun body was like a poisonous snake, stabbing Qi Ling extremely quickly.

As a spear, stabbing is naturally its strongest attack. Qi Ling could only choose to dodge without using his soul power.

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However, with Yang Wudi's marksmanship, the more you dodge, the more his momentum will rise, making you stronger and stronger. This is not only an attribute of the soul-breaking gun itself, but more importantly, Yang Wudi's An exquisite control of one's own gun power.

With every collision, it seemed that Yang Wudi had nothing to do with Qi Ling, but everyone watching could see that Yang Wudi's gun was getting heavier, faster, and stronger! This shooting technique, which was similar to the cloak-beating technique, shocked all the onlookers.

"The Po Clan is truly worthy of its reputation!" Xiao Ye sighed with emotion, "This marksmanship alone can make them invincible at the same level."

Qian Renxue also nodded and said: "Yes, I have also heard about the name of the Po Clan. As one of the most powerful martial spirits, the qualifications of the soul master will also greatly affect the upper limit of this martial spirit. , and Yang Wudi is obviously an excellent opponent.”

"It's just that the best way to deal with this kind of martial arts is to completely interrupt the opponent's spear power before he fully displays it, and prevent him from this accumulation process. Qi Ling should know this, But why hasn't he stopped Yang Wudi's gun? "

As Qian Renxue said, instead of blocking Yang Wudi's gun, Qi Ling seemed to be deliberately promoting Yang Wudi's gun. He just kept dodging and resisting, with no intention of confronting him head-on.

Bibi Dong looked at Qi Ling's actions and said thoughtfully: "My little brother, there seems to be some reason for doing this. He seems to be confirming something, and he seems to be looking for something. In short, his sword skills There is a trace of confusion.”

"Confused?" Qian Renxue and Xiao Ye were both stunned. Although they could be considered top-notch experts, their vision was naturally far less than Bibi Dong's.

Yang Wudi, who was on the scene, had the same thoughts as Bibi Dong. He didn't understand why Qi Ling didn't stop his gun, but since Qi Ling did this, he must have a reason, and he could only implement his gun skills. in the end.

After all, for the Po Zhi clan, apart from offense, there is nothing else in their battles. It is this almost tragic fighting method that gives them such amazing attack capabilities.

When Yang Wudi's spear is fully powerful, it will not be so easy for Qi Ling to resist his attack. It is even very difficult to dodge, and it only takes one mistake, and the game will be completely over.

However, under such circumstances, Qi Ling still seemed calm. He was obviously like a small boat in a violent storm, but no matter how strong the wind and waves were, it could not destroy him.

It was also at this time that the onlookers discovered that Qi Ling's martial arts attainments were so exquisite that even without relying on his own strength, he was enough to impress everyone.

The current situation is that Qi Ling and Yang Wudi are fighting to their own limits. No matter how powerful Yang Wudi's spear is, it will eventually have its limit, just like the random cloak hammer technique has its own end, and it cannot grow without limit. Go down.

And Qi Ling's limit is the limit of his dodge. Until he can't avoid Yang Wudi's attack, then this competition will be over.

The limits of both sides soon came as the battle became increasingly fierce. Yang Wudi's attack limit had been reached, and Qi Ling could also feel that it was becoming more and more difficult for him to defend himself.

Finally, facing Yang Wudi's last shot, Qi Ling's figure retreated leisurely, exited Yang Wudi's attack range, sheathed his sword and said: "Elder Yang Wudi is really powerful, I can't stop this last shot!"

Yang Wudi took advantage of the situation to release his strength, put his spear on the ground, and said: "Alliance leader accepts the concession!"

Everyone gave warm applause to the wonderful showdown between the two sides. This was undoubtedly a match of the highest level. In terms of pure skills, it could already be regarded as the top level in the world.

After that, everyone dispersed. Qi Ling kept thinking about something after returning to his room.

"What's wrong, little brother? You look unhappy. Are you worried about something?" At this moment, Bibi Dong walked into Qi Ling's room and sat opposite him.

Qi Ling smiled helplessly and said, "Even you, my sister, can see it? Yes, I am indeed a little worried, but I don't know how to say it."

"Let me guess, are you worried? Obviously, your skills have reached the pinnacle, but in the battle, you always feel uncomfortable, right?" Bibi Dong said.

After hearing what Bibi Dong said, Qi Ling was surprised and said, "Yes, yes, that's the feeling! Sister!"

"I believe that I am no worse than anyone in swordsmanship, but every time I fight with a sword, I always feel uncomfortable and a bit aggrieved! I don't know why."

"My little brother, your situation is actually very common." Bibi Dong said, "It's like some people who are proficient in various musical instruments but cannot put their emotions into them, and ultimately cannot play music that can move people. Your problem is not you, but the sword."

"Sword?" Qi Ling was stunned, "Does it mean that I am not suitable for using a sword?"

"It's not that I am not suitable, but there are weapons that are more suitable for you." Bibi Dong said, "If the suitability of a weapon to a person is 100 points, then the suitability of a sword to you is 100 points, but what you are looking for now is a weapon that belongs to you with 120 points."

"A weapon that can fully release your power and make you feel refreshed!" Bibi Dong said, "Yes, it's refreshing!"