3292.Rookie Competition Second Round 4
Without waiting for Hua Cheng to continue his action, Leng Xuan gathered his true energy, turned his palm into a knife, and slashed at the thread at the end of the silver spear. However, when his hand touched the silk thread, he saw that the silk thread only bent, and then returned to its original shape. Hua Cheng raised his lips and said: "My silk thread is made of thousand-year-old silk. It is invulnerable to water and fire, difficult to cut with swords, and it is not afraid of the attack of true energy. You want to cut it off, it is simply wishful thinking." Leng Xuan Hearing this, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he said with a playful smile, "Really?" After the words fell, a red light flashed in his hand, and a long sword covered in red was already in his hand. Taking the long sword into his hands, Leng Xuan felt his body sink slightly. He secretly smiled bitterly. It was really troublesome to use this Xuanyang Sword before he recognized its owner. Without any time to think, he raised the Xuanyang Sword with both hands, and then struck hard at the thread.
Suddenly, there was a crisp sound of 'ding', and the silk thread was instantly broken into two pieces under the edge of Xuanyang Sword. Once the sword was done, Leng Xuan immediately put away the Xuanyang Sword. When Hua Cheng saw that the thread in his hand had been cut off, his face changed drastically and he said in horror: "How is this possible?" Leng Xuan smiled and said: "The world is so big, nothing is impossible." At this moment, there is no more With the assistance of the silk thread, the silver gun suddenly lost control and fell directly downwards. Seeing this, Hua Cheng quickly moved his body and galloped towards the silver gun. However, Leng Xuan would not give him a chance to retrieve the silver gun. He spread out his hands, like a roc spreading its wings, soaring into the sky, and then fell down instantly, blocking Hua Cheng's front. Hua Cheng's face darkened, he stretched out one hand and shouted loudly: "Big Tianluo Hand Seal!" Layers of blue light seals like ripples appeared in front of him and blasted towards Leng Xuan's body. . However, Leng Xuan did not dodge or dodge, waving his steel fist and directly facing the layers of light seals.
"Long Qianjun!" In Leng Xuan's high-pitched voice, a golden light overflowed, wrapping his steel fist and hitting the light seal hard. Under the strong force, the blue light seal was like a mirror, cracking and shattering inch by inch. After Leng Xuan succeeded with one attack, he used the 'Long Xin' moves one after another. A deafening roar suddenly resounded throughout the world. Among the cultivators watching the battle below, some with weaker cultivation levels were affected by the dragon's poison and couldn't help but stretch out their hands to block their ears. Although Hua Cheng was very strong, he couldn't help but pause under Long Xin's sonic attack. Leng Xuan took advantage of this opportunity, stepped forward, swung his steel fist, and struck Hua Cheng in the chest. When Hua Cheng came back to his senses, he saw that Leng Xuan's steel fist was already approaching and there was no time to dodge. He secretly gritted his teeth, crossed his hands on his chest, and concentrated his energy to one point, preparing to resist Leng Xuan's attack.
However, when Leng Xuan's steel fist was about to touch his chest, Leng Xuan suddenly changed his body shape, turned to his side, and then attacked his waist. Hua Cheng looked shocked, not expecting Leng Xuan to make such a move. Hearing a 'bang' sound, Hua Cheng felt a sharp pain coming from his waist, and his body flew sideways, falling on the stone platform on the other side.
With a "Wow" sound, Hua Cheng opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, then slowly stood up from the ground. However, every slight movement would touch the injury in his waist, causing him extreme pain.