The Sovereign’s Ascension Chapter 812: Top 10 battles
Fang Hanluo is in the dust!
After a simple salute, the two quickly started a confrontation and fought in Taichung, Shenglong.
Juechen didn't expect it to happen. He learned his lesson and launched a swift attack as soon as he entered the field. Abandoning the past unchanged and adapting to the ever-changing, relying on the strong resilience, the opponent's play style was hard to beat.
I have to say that his strength is still quite formidable. Almost in the blink of an eye, countless blue lights swayed from the entire Rising Dragon Terrace.
Behind him is a sacred tree of blue light, covering the sky and covering the sun, which is as large as hundreds of feet. As the tree trunks were shaking, the wind and clouds changed color, and the water surface of the entire Jiulong Lake was disturbed. Everyone in the viewing stand could feel the strong wind.
Lin Yun's eyes narrowed slightly, his attention was not on Juechen, and he stared at Fang Hanluo.
As expected by others, Fang Hanluo, who was promoted to the half-step Celestial Soul, faced Juechen much easier this time. Even if the opponent's killer moves are repeated, they still smile, and they can always calmly resolve the opponent's killer moves between advance and retreat.
From time to time, I still have the right opportunity, and an abrupt counterattack makes Juechen rushed for a while.
"Strange."
Lin Yun thoughtfully, always felt that there was something wrong with Fang Hanluo, but he couldn't see it.
I want to use the psychic sword intent to observe it, but this psychic sword intent is handy for understanding the sword moves, but other techniques and moods are not that magical.
I want to use the eye of the candle dragon to see, but if the movement is too large, people will notice it and waste the cards.
Forget it, don't use it for now.
Lin Yun retracted his thoughts, his eyes flashed with attachments, he didn't believe that with the keen eyes of the swordsman, he couldn't see any clues.
"Three tricks have passed."
"Four tricks have passed."
"Five strokes have passed."
The martial artist in the audience watching the battle stand, staring at the fight on the Shenglong stage, silently counting how many moves they have played against. There has always been a rumor about Fang Hanluo that ten tricks can't beat him, even if the three little kings want to win him, it will be extremely difficult.
If it is Juechen, you can't win Juechen within ten moves, and you may lose.
So everyone didn't say anything, they all counted in their hearts, wanting to witness the truth of the rumors.
"That's..."
Lin Yun, who was observing this battle, suddenly lit up, and he saw Fang Hanluo's body style was a little weird. Between each change, there are extremely subtle energy fluctuations, radiating on the ground and mid-air, and that fluctuation is quite hidden in the aftermath of the two fighting.
If you don't pay attention, you won't find it at all, and it will even be covered up by the aftermath and cause neglect.
Sword intent psychic, wow!
In the depths of Lin Yun's eyes, the light of sparks suddenly bloomed, and a little psychic sword intent was focused on his eyes, and many details on the stage were continuously cleared under the magnification of the psychic sword intent.
Fang Hanluo's movements were constantly being broken down, and each picture appeared in Lin Yun's mind.
"That's how it is."
Lin Yun dissipated the psychic sword intent from his eyes, and his face showed a sudden look.
This Fang Hanluo's body is quite weird, every time his body changes, he can disperse most of his opponent's strength in an invisible way. Therefore, he can hold on for a long time every time he is in desperate situation. Besides, his physical body should be more terrifying than outsiders imagined.
Otherwise, there is no way to explain why he has suffered so many serious injuries in the end.
Juechen should have fallen into something, but he couldn't find the flaws in his body skills. The defeat was only a matter of time, and even Fang Hanluo's physical hole cards could not be forced out.
Sure enough, after the ten moves, Juechen was gradually at a disadvantage.
"Tianbing Fist, Frost Cold Starburst!"
After dozens of moves, Fang Hanluo clenched his five fingers and blasted out a fist, as if the stars of cold light burst in the fist.
The azure sacred tree behind Juechen was first frozen by ice, and then it exploded directly. He vomited a mouthful of blood and looked completely depressed.
"Sure enough, Fang Hanluo is no more than ten tricks!"
"Juechen seems to have been injured to the source, I am afraid that he will completely lose his combat effectiveness. The next game will have to abstain."
"It was too tragic. Li Mubai was almost cut in half by Zhu Qingshan with a knife, and barely recovered his life. This Juechen was wounded to his source again, which is equivalent to eliminating the two directly."
The audience exclaimed, and everyone looked extremely solemn.
The top ten battles are far more tragic than the previous group battles. The masters make moves, and there is no way to end the peak duel.
Once injured, he is basically out.
"I won."
Fang Hanluo grinned and arched his hands.
Juechen was already seriously injured, and now the Xuanhuang Qi has been swallowed in a large amount, knowing that it is a certainty to be out. With no expression on his face, he didn't say a word, and jumped towards the stage.
Plop!
But other people couldn't lift it up in midair, and they fell directly. Fortunately, the elder Zongmen quickly took him out.
Otherwise, I am afraid that I will be the first to drown in Jiulong Lake.
"Sorry."
The grinning expression on Fang Hanluo's face faded. This scene was indeed a bit bleak, and nearly drowned in the Nine Dragon Lake in the first ten of the last session.
The road to martial arts is so cruel, there is no choice but to become stronger, otherwise Fang Hanluo himself will be left in embarrassment.
The atmosphere on the scene has become significantly more serious after this battle, and the laughter and noise have gradually disappeared.
"Too miserable."
Looking at Juechen being picked up, Feng Ye said in a sigh. He peeked at Lin Yun and found that the other party’s calm expression also flashed with sighs, but it was more calm enough to make people feel calm. Terrible edge.
His heart is like the sword in his hand, never wavered.
No matter how cruel this martial arts road is, this Xiangjian heart is fearless in life and death.
The first ten battles continue, and everyone regrets whether the glory of the Nanhua Qiying is about to end. Nangong night jade and Jiang Ziye won successively, especially Jiang Ziye. Her dry cloud technique has been cultivated to an unpredictable state, and the gathering is like a towering mountain, stretching for hundreds of thousands of miles.
When scattered, the sky is full of stars twinkling without a trace of cloud and mist. Between gathering and scattering, it is hard to guard against.
One after another wonderful duel was staged continuously. Although it is not over yet, the list of people who can advance to the top ten is gradually becoming clear.
In addition to the four major seeds, there are six names left in the top ten.
Jiang Ziye, Wu Xiaotian, Nangong Tuberose, Yang Lie, Gao Yu, Fang Hanluo, Bai Lixuan, Zhu Qingshan, and Yue Weiwei, if there is no accident, six places should appear among these people.
The list is very clear. The first five people are Nanhua Qiying and a veteran strong Wu Xiaotian, and the next four are the rookie dark horses born in this dragon feast.
The situation of confrontation between old and new is very obvious.
Of course, one person has to be added, and the sky is so quiet in the purple moon cave.
She was previously defeated by Yue Weiwei and staged a wonderful "dancing", but she did not abstain. Just ashamed of seeing people, he covered himself with a veil, showing only his forehead and eyes.
Its strength is still there, which is one of the variables.
"Wu Xiaotian vs. Jiang Ziye!"
The referee suddenly stretched his tone and reported the list of the next match.
As soon as the voice fell, there was an uproar at the scene, and countless eyes became fierce.
Wu Xiaotian's grudge with Jiang Ziye, but the ups and downs in the ancient South China domain, Wu Xiaotian's madness in the past is no longer necessary to say, everyone has long known it.
"Brother, be careful."
In the seat of the Bloodshang Pavilion, seeing Wu Xiaotian eager to try, Ji Wuye said with some worry, the expressions of other sect elders were nothing more than the same.
Wu Xiaotian grinned: "Four years of war, I am not what I used to be, this stinky lady should be careful."
The voice fell, and he rose into the air, like a mountain falling heavily on the Rising Dragon Platform.
Boom!
The water in the Sifang Lake was surging, shaking up hundreds of waves, and Jiang Ziye, who was opposite Wu Xiaotian, had already fallen to the ground, and his complexion was calm.
"I have been looking forward to this battle for a long time. Jiang Ziye's humiliation four years ago, I will definitely return this battle to you!"
Wu Xiaotian's eyes showed excitement, and he said coldly.
"I had forgotten the battle four years ago. Besides, you are not worthy of my humiliation. I am not so persistent with you."
Jiang Ziye's eyes were cold as water, surprisingly calm.
"I care what you think!"
The hostility flashed in Wu Xiaotian's eyes. He had been struggling for this battle for a long time, but he didn't bother to care about what his opponent thought.
All he has to do is to defeat the opponent and be ashamed!
While shouting wildly, Wu Xiaotian's **** evil flashed across the air, spanning hundreds of meters. There were traces of hideous **** afterimages left along the road, and the real body instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ziye, raising his palm to see it.
Boom!
This palm is like a river flowing backwards, with a roar of evil spirits, rolling up a boundless cloud of blood, it is Wu Xiaotian's masterpiece, blood cloud cutting!
"Broken!"
Jiang Zi leaves no change in color, and greets him with a single finger.
Boom!
A loud noise erupted between the touches, and the two retreated.
"Blood Shadow!"
Wu Xiao Tianren hasn't landed in the air, and his **** evil spirit rolls up again like a river, and the flesh that engulfed him is like a blood python, opening his mouth and biting him viciously. This move changes extremely quickly, and uses extremely clever body skills, the roaring evil spirit can even interfere with the opponent's six senses, causing spatial confusion.
Crack, click, click!
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Ziye was hit with seven consecutive punches, each of which fell as if he had been bitten by a blood python.
"Scatter!"
Seeing that his opponent is gaining power and not forgiving, Jiang Ziye stabilizes the chaotic string of true essence in his body and forces the opponent's evil spirit out of his body. The whole body was scattered like clouds, under the opponent's aura, Jiang Ziye stood in front of him, but it seemed as if there was nothing left, unable to lock it.
"Gather!"
Just at the moment when Wu Xiaotian was slightly taken aback, Jiang Ziye slammed it over, and a vision appeared behind him. There are boundless white clouds piled up like mountains, majestic and heavy, and the rising of that mountain brings great pressure to people.
Every time a palm is blasted, a high mountain is piled up. After a few palms, Jiang Ziye is already behind the lofty mountains, endless.
"Dian Yun Jue!"
"Another Qianyun Jue~IndoMTL.com~The universe of heaven and earth, gathering and dispersing impermanence, is really unpredictable."
"Wu Xiaotian was made a little uncomfortable, and he was completely unable to perform his blood evil magic power."
The face of Wu Xiaotian on the stage of Shenglong changed slightly. After a few years, his opponent has become stronger. I'm afraid that the 13th layer of this Qianyun tactic has been cultivated for the other party, and when it reaches the legendary transformation realm, it is really terrifying.
"Look at how I can break your dry cloud art!"
Wu Xiaotian's eyes flashed brightly. He was not wasting his time these years, he had already figured out how to crack the opponent's dry cloud art.
Are there any means yet to come?
Seeing the turbulent blood on Wu Xiaotian's body, everyone showed a look of expectation for a while.
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