Martial Arts Master Chapter 135: Air combat (2
Two days later, Jiuwenguan in Hexi City.
This is a venue built specifically for the "Wu Shengzhan". It has a history of several decades. It was remodeled and refurbished only a few days ago, which increased the number of audience seats in the surrounding area and increased on the original basis. One layer of protection.
The length and width of the bluestone paved ring is more than 300 meters. It is often damaged and needs to be repaired. There are no traces of mottled. Only the "exit" of the Martial Arts Passage on the left is a stone monument standing. Calling for the establishment of professional competitions Lin Zhongxun Lin's calligraphy:
"Wuzhong Sage"!
When the "Wu Shengzhan" entered the top 32 stage, when the number of single rounds was reduced to no need for additional venues to share, all the games came back here, back to the evening!
As the last of the eight games on the first day, Lou Cheng didn't pay much attention to the previous battles. He passed through the harvest and thoughts of watching Feng Zhi's video over and over in his mind, examining and deliberating from time to time, focusing and serious.
He stopped all this until the penultimate game began, so that his mind was relieved, so that he didn't get too tight.
His gaze stayed on the big screen in the lounge. He saw that Peng Leyun was first suppressed by the "Kirin" Dong Ba. He was always passive. He tried to counterattack several times, or dealt with it with his body, like a little bit in the billowing river. The waves are fleeting.
"It's worthy of being the'top three in this world'..." Lou Cheng muttered to himself with a half smile.
To be yourself, if you fall into the current situation of the "Taoist", you will not be better than him!
While enjoying the battle, he picked up his phone, flipped through the news at will, and then "tremblingly" sent the title and link to Yan Zheke:
"Assault on Gold"!
"Want to stand on the last stage is not by talking!"
"Lou Cheng's test is here!"
"If you are super first-class, just break through!"
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Yan Zheke responded quickly, "turning over the table":
"Are you okay to watch these for excitement? I have endured not telling you before!"
She was afraid that it would disturb Lou Cheng's mood.
Lou Cheng "snickered" and said: "Just looking for excitement, add a little bit of the feeling of breaking through!"
"That's OK..." The girl "stunned."
She thinks of pure intentions, understands the reason, and does not ask any more, but instead cheers:
"Don't just put it to death and resurrect, you have to despise your opponent strategically, thinking that he is inferior to yourself, and has the belief in winning!"
"Except for the hair, I really can't think of him any worse than me..." Lou Cheng joked deliberately.
"Who said it!" Yan Zheke "angrily scolded", "You have a wife, but he doesn't!"
"...makes sense!" Lou Cheng almost laughed out loud, and then remembered a certain gossip, so he shared it with Ke Xiaoke enthusiastically, "I mentioned one thing after Luo Xiaoke yesterday and said Feng Zhi still At the ninth meeting of the post, it was the first time to go out fooling around with a few friends, friends and friends in the same door. They found an unconscionable clubhouse and shouted something about it. In the end, someone else took a girl away, and he took away his mother Sang. "
When this happened, no one knew that Feng Zhi would eventually become a super powerhouse. His friends and friends didn't help him to hide it, but instead circulated it as a joke. From then on, he liked it. Special, with the step-by-step improvement in strength, it spreads more and more widely.
Yan Zheke "ashamed" said: "I can't tell from his appearance...really. You can't look at him!"
Feng Zhi looks honest and honest, with a simple temperament, and his youth is bald early, just like an old farmer who reclaimed wasteland and planted trees on Kongtong Mountain.
During chatting, the match between Peng Leyun and Dong Baxian came to an end. Although the former struggled back from the edge of failure time and time again, it was impressive, but in the end it failed to create a miracle.
Poor "Taoist"... Lou Cheng sighed after the signing of the other party, and said to Yan Zheke:
"I will adjust the status and make the final preparations."
"Hmm, come on!" The girl immediately replied, then bit her lip and added, "If you can accomplish your goal this time, I, I will take one day, take one day, emmmm, I listen to you everything Of!"
Lou Cheng's mind seemed to be able to outline the expression and appearance of the little fairy at this time, the corners of his mouth unconsciously conjured up for a few seconds, and half-jokingly returned the expression of "nostril jet":
"If I lose, it must be because of this refueling that I can't calm down..."
"Blam me?" Yan Zhe was angry and funny.
The young couple didn't talk too much, Lou Cheng put down the phone, closed his eyes, let his thoughts slowly settle, forming Bingxin, and adjusted his body state bit by bit.
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In a rest room on the other side, Feng Zhili is in front of the mirror, holding hairspray, smearing the few remaining hairs, and manipulating them to the most suitable position.
When doing this, his eyes were focused and his expression was serious, just like an ancient swordsman had to burn incense, fast, and wash his clothes before a duel.
Be loyal to the sword and value the enemy!
To do all this, Feng Zhi played the off-white martial arts uniform, his back suddenly straightened, and slowly went to the long table where the "Qitian Sword" was lying flat.
The right palm stretched out, held the sheath, and solemnly picked it up. There was a light wind around him, he turned his body, looked at the door, and walked over step by step.
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Fifteen minutes later, the eighth game of the 32nd 16th game kicked off. The bright and clean "roads" illuminated by the lights appeared almost at the same time with a navy blue Lou Cheng and a white robe Feng Zhi. body.
They converged their momentum, their eyes were flat, and they walked as usual in the emergency replacement and repaired bluestone field, and arrived at the predetermined position on both sides of the referee.
There was no delay, and the "talk time" began.
Feng Zhi raised his left hand holding the scabbard and bowed. The standard of action was not flawed. It seemed to him that the sword in the game was sacred.
When the other party returned the courtesy, he was dull and did not speak, as if he was clumsy at words, but Lou Cheng was very clear that Feng Zhi's thoughts in private situations were quick and good at communication.
He didn't speak, just because he didn't respect the sword!
All the heart-to-heart confrontation, the verbal stimulation, are disrespect for the sword!
Lou Cheng also didn't intend to stimulate the enemy with black history. Maybe Feng Zhi was proud of it. He also remained silent, with a vigor hidden inside, allowing the red and lavender flames to condense in balance and circle around.
Raised in three minutes, the referee who had retreated to the edge raised his right hand and swung down suddenly:
"Go!"
Zheng!
The sound of Qingyue's golden and iron mingling echoed for a long time, and Feng Zhi drew out a long sword that looked like a Wang Qiuhong, and cut it forward twice, as if drawing a cross with the void as a white paper!
Two swishes, cyan crescents that are as thin as a cicada's wings and highly condensed appear, one after the other, with a layer of tearing air flow.
Lou Cheng didn't try to evade, and the golden fireball turned around and blasted out.
The crescent-like sword light approached, dividing it into equal four petals like a real sharp weapon, and penetrating through itself, its potential is only slightly reduced.
At this moment, the golden fireball suddenly became unbalanced in advance, exploded in place, and the wave swallowed the sword light inside, as if it was still being manipulated.
After trying his hand, Feng Zhi kicked his feet and rushed towards his opponent, with a long sword in his hand or chopped or stroked, stimulating one after another "blue crescents" that were as fast as thunder, making the air glow in the air. .
Lou Cheng turned around and walked, swaying in the wind, flashing or blocking, or avoiding or hitting, stable and orderly, without any rush.
In this cyan crescent, there was a flash of light, and Feng Zhi's long sword came suddenly, leaving behind a dusty dragon-shaped hurricane and the sound of chasing slowly.
Lou Cheng had a hunch, his arm had already shaken out, and he obliquely punched the "Qitian Sword", and the "Five Fires" behind him turned faster, seeming to condense.
But in the end, he suppressed the urge to complete his work again, believing that Feng Zhi, as a super-class powerhouse, could not leave such a big flaw, and could not forcefully fight for "Five Fires and Nine Turns. The Great Sun".
His sword must conceal the back hand, in order to stimulate me to gather the "five fires"... After a turn of my mind, Lou Cheng stabilized his balance and poured all the ice energy in his body into his fists, wanting Block the sword with "Sigh after the Ice".
Seeing that the two are about to collide, the sword light suddenly disperses, turning into a violent wind sweeping the area, and Feng Zhi's figure is hidden in it, making it hard to find.
The third type of "Fengbu", "Rootless Duckweed"!
This is not only a knack for unloading power, but also a secret way to avoid!
Woo! Lou Cheng's eyebrows suddenly jumped, turning his right fist into a claw, and holding it in front of his face.
In that gust of wind, a piece of shimmering metal light wrapped around the small cyan sword tip silently, and pointed to his forehead, but under anticipation, it was like he was throwing a net.
Slap! Lou Cheng's five fingers glowing with blue and black scratched the small blue surrounding the opponent's sword.
This blue color is the wind transformed by strength, maintaining the balance of the long sword. As soon as they collapsed, the tip of the sword immediately trembled, being pushed to slightly change direction, and stab Lou Cheng against the back of his hand. At the door, the cold feeling made goose bumps instantly appear.
"The Sword of Uncertainty"!
The swordsmanship of the past generations of Kongtong Academy deduced from the "Fengbu" is known as unpredictable!
The essence of this way of swordsmanship is that the attached "Wind Jin" is not meant to hurt people, but to surround the sword body and maintain balance. Once in contact with people, if a powerful external force joins in, the "Wind Jin" will immediately lose balance, with The long sword changed direction beyond the enemy's expectations.
As for where to stab in the end, the user himself cannot judge before that, so it is called "the sword of uncertainty"!
Swimming over the skin like a poisonous snake, Lou Cheng's hairs exploded, but he did not eagerly avoid the sword, but he turned his head, tightened his muscles, shook his knee, flew up his left foot, and let his calf Turned into a whip and pulled forward.
Boom!
He hit the scabbard that was poking in his lower abdomen at some point!
This is Feng Zhi's real killer move!
Use the "Indefinite Sword" to force the enemy into a rush, hold the sheath and give a fatal blow!
When the opponent understands something and prepares to deal with it in advance, it can turn the imaginary into the real, and the real into the imaginary, so that "the sword of uncertainty" becomes the main attack!
Of course, there are no perfect moves in the world. The "Indefinite Sword" is difficult to maintain. Feng Zhi can't control it while distracting and piercing the scabbard. He can only wait until the balance is broken and the out of control "Wind Jin" automatically When you push the tip of the sword to change direction, you can free your hand to do the next step.
This is a difference, leaving a certain gap!
While Lou Chengfei drew his scabbard, white mist filled the surroundings of his palm, making the air flow silently frozen and shimmering.
He made "Sigh of the Queen of Ice" explode with the void as the target!
Ice crystals are stacked, the speed of the sword tip driven by the wind and the inertia is gradually slowing down, and the more and more difficult it is, the head flashed by Lou Cheng in time.
Woo!
Feng Zhi "disperses" once again, turning into a black tornado, with flashing lights on top.
"The sky", with cracked blue bricks underneath, is like a wind disaster in a documentary!
Lou Cheng is at the core position. He only feels that the black winds that make up the tornado all have a sharp sense of sharpness. It seems that they are all derived from Feng Zhi's sword light and cannot be ignored.
If you are shrouded by this tornado shrinking, you will be attacked by the shattered body...Lou Cheng understands that this is a combination of the opponent's powerful spirit and moves, first chaos his god, then cut his body,
The eighth formula of the "Fei Department", "Black disaster. Hurricane sweeping"!
What's more terrifying is that there is a faint smell of fishy sweetness floating in the wind, slowly corroding Lou Cheng's body.
At this moment, the best response is to blast out the "Five Fires", destroying the tornado with pure explosions and waves, and let Feng Zhi's rotating and cutting long sword appear.
Lou Cheng did the same, but he deliberately left golden and light blue, only the "three fires" united.
Boom! He slashed out with his left fist, and the colors of lavender converged into one and expanded.
The dazzling light tore the black, leaving the field white. The tumbling clouds of smoke disintegrated the tornado and created countless turbulences. The loud explosion shook the earth and "dug" a clear and wide pit. depression!
In such an environment, Lou Cheng's clothes danced wildly, and the senses around him dropped to the lowest point, but he turned his body halfway without thinking, waved his right arm, and pulled it out!
Dang!
His fist accurately hit the long sword pierced from the fire wave and the chaotic wind, knocking it back.
This is half a premonition of danger and half a judgment in advance. When the "three fires converge", it will not be affected too much, and the position that can be attacked is only the rear covered by his body!
The sneak attack failed, Feng Zhi kicked his knees and stepped forward. With the help of the wind, he lost weight and floated up, and then hovered in the air around the "blue wind"!
The "Fair Department" has been able to fly for a period of time since he has been able to fly for a while, and this is his advantage over most Waigangs!
Woohoo!
Feng Zhi is like an eagle, using the strong wind as its wings, rushing to the ground, and the long sword in his palm splits the green light, sometimes hanging high and rotating and cutting, and sometimes blocking the surroundings.
In this process, even if there is no collision, he can rise again by the wind without stagnation.
Swish swish! Building blocks or dodges, or based on the remaining golden and light blue, quickly condenses the fireball and strikes high.
However, Feng Zhi avoided all his counterattacks lightly. The opponent's actions were satisfactory and his turning flexibility was better than birds.
Puff! After Lou Cheng exploded a light blue fireball, he dodged a little slowly, and was struck by two sword lights behind him, breaking the ice and tearing a **** hole.
Puff puff puff! Within three full minutes, he without "dominance of the air" was like a trapped beast, unable to break the situation, more and more wounds on his body, failure seemed only a matter of time!
After another twenty seconds passed, Feng Zhihu turned his head and feet upside down in the air, using a long sword as a drill to swing a highly condensed horrible tornado.
As soon as the tornado fell towards Lou Cheng, his sword was bent, bounced again, and floated away.
His flight relied on the force of the "wind ministry" and forcible simulation, which could not be maintained for a long time and had to be delayed for a while to continue.
Of course, Feng Zhi is not an idiot. He has to wait until the end of the crossbow to "exchange his breath". He will set aside a margin to prevent accidents, so as not to be in the air, his movements are stagnant, and he will fall and be slaughtered!
At this juncture, Lou Cheng's eyes converged, ignoring the tornado hurricane that swept through, and slammed back his blood, guiding "Dan Jin" to his legs.
Boom! Between the bends and the braces, as the ground shattered, he rose into the air, wrapped in golden, lavender and light blue, like a cannonball, and pounced on Feng Zhi!
He is struggling to support, waiting for a long time, what he's waiting for is now!
Feng Zhi’s flight is difficult to sustain, everyone in Waigang knows, but apart from the strong Shushanzhai who practiced the "Doubu", no one will grasp this, because the opponent will not fall into the weakest state, and That belongs to his domain. If he seizes a similar opportunity, it is easy to steal the chicken instead of the rice, and let himself fall to the edge of failure!
When Lou Cheng analyzed the opponent's battle highlights, he was keenly aware that this might be his only chance, otherwise there would be no way to defeat the enemy who is at the peak and the advantage is perverted!
This is not to say that Feng Zhi will be careless and negligent, but that after "for a long time", when facing enemies other than Shushanzhai, he will probably not be more cautious, more careful, and make different reservations due to different opponents.
No one will try anyway?
This is my chance!
A short "fly", I will too!
If you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!
"Rocket" was launched, Lou Cheng whizzed and narrowed the distance with his opponent.
Seeing this scene, Feng Zhi's eyes flickered, and the wind around him was blowing horizontally, causing him to drift away. The sword in his palm was erected, and he chopped the enemies who were eagerly "flying".
Boom! When the Emperor Yan exploded in Lou Cheng, he turned around in no time, avoiding the blue sword light.
Woohoo! Feng Zhi's expression remained unchanged, but he had room to make continuous turns, and the eagle hit the sky.
Two bangs! Lou Cheng changed directions, bringing the distance closer.
The wind is loud, Feng Zhi flies upwards, as if being hung by Wia, the "Qitian Sword" in his hand is bright, chasing after the enemy who has exhausted its momentum and is about to fall.
At this moment, the light blue flames under Lou Cheng's feet sprayed thin, penetrated the incinerated shoes, and supported him to climb!
"Jet counterattack", the rocket is flying!
Feng Zhi's eyes shone, the blue wind around him disintegrated halfway, and he flew to the side and down.
Boom!
With a sudden explosion, the golden fireball that Lou Cheng didn't want to use before exploded, turning into a fierce wind and waves, hurting his back, and pushing him to chase him.
Feng Zhi's pupils shrank suddenly, letting the rest of the blue wind disintegrate, and moved horizontally, cutting out the sword light.
Boom! Boom!
Pale Blue and Lavender exploded one after another, one blocked the sword light, and the other helped to change direction!
The tumbling clouds split, Lou Cheng "stepped out" and finally approached Feng Zhi.
At the moment of crisis, Feng Zhi's martial arts suit suddenly swelled, just like a violent wind was born inside, and it rose again in an instant!
Just as the audience sighed for Lou Cheng, who was doing everything possible, his body suddenly floated lightly, as if he had lost his weight, and the flames under his feet burned with airflow like money, making them warm and cold!
The "ice soul" in his body is dark and void, which symbolizes the coldness of the universe, which is the silence without much material!
With a light step on the foot, Lou Cheng followed up, shaking his left arm and punching Feng Zhi.
Feng Zhi finally didn't change direction, didn't turn any more, the long sword in his palm flashed lightly, cutting sharply.
His "flying" has reached its limit!
Lou Cheng snapped his joints, his five fingers suddenly opened, grabbed the opponent's sword, and poured the "ice soul" accumulated in his body into it.
A layer of crystals condensed and spread to Feng Zhi. At the same time, Lou Cheng's right palm also grabbed the scabbard drawn by the enemy.
Boom, boom, boom!
The two people pumped or kicked, kicked or tapped their legs, bumping and falling together!
During the fall, Lou Cheng and Feng Zhi attacked the opponent’s spirit with the simplified "Bing" and "Natural Wailing" at the same time, and dizziness appeared in their eyes, and no one was able to make adjustments. "Big move".
But for Lou Cheng, this couldn't be better!
Because with the pouring of the power of "Ice Soul", on the one hand, it affected Feng Zhi's movements and offset the wind energy in his body. On the other hand, due to the balance of "Ice Fire", Lou became The intensity of fire gradually condenses, accumulating more and more!
Boom boom boom!
When the two were about to land, Lou Cheng grabbed the opponent's longsword and the sheath and suddenly loosened his palms, and drilled two heavy lavender fireballs.
Boom!
The fireball exploded~IndoMTL.com~ Let Feng Zhi's body be damaged, he was bumped up a little bit, and Lou Cheng, who closed his hands in time and curled up into a ball, used a recoil and landed first without adjusting his breath. Yinfa, exhale and speak:
"Array!"
The airflow shrank instantly, and immediately confined Feng Zhi, who was unable to "fly". At the end of the force, he did not have time to open it for the first time.
Boom! Lou Cheng hugged his vitality and vacated again, grabbing Feng Zhi who had just cracked the cage, poured it into the ice soul, and slammed him into the ground.
Boom!
Amidst the smoke and dust, a pothole emerged. Feng Zhi was lying in the center with a daze. Lou Cheng, who was forced to breathe, fell sideways and pressed his elbow to his throat.
Dang!
His "Qitian Sword" fell on the edge of the pothole, making a clear sound.
The referee raised his right hand and shouted in a deep voice:
"Lou Chengsheng!"