Chapter 175 The Third Round
Luo Qingchen took a slight step, and his figure flew lightly from the crowd and slowly landed on the ring.
"Is this the disciple of Lone Sword Peak? He looks pretty good!"
Some people's eyes lit up and they couldn't help but praise.
"No matter how good-looking you are, it doesn't matter. You're going to be beaten down later!" someone said disdainfully.
"It is said that two disciples from Lone Sword Peak have advanced to the third round. Even if they lose, it will be an honor even though they lose. After all, they only have a few disciples!"
"Idiot! Can't you see how old she is? I'm probably approaching the age of thirty soon! If I had practiced for so long, I would have won the championship!"
Some people continue to be disdainful.
"Oh I got it!"
While the crowd was talking, Bai Yingwu, with white hair flying, walked up through the void step by step.
"Senior Sister Bai is mighty!"
"Senior Sister Bai will win!"
A disciple of Ji Jianfeng shouted loudly, but after shouting twice, he found that no one responded, and he quickly shut up in embarrassment. Compared to Lu Baiyu and the other two, Bai Yingwu's popularity was still lower.
However, the discussion below was quite lively.
Obviously many people know her and have heard of her, and even many old disciples in the foundation building stage are communicating with each other through messages.
"Bai Yingwu's talent is enough to rank among the top ten disciples of this year. Winning is inevitable, but I don't know how many moves it will take!"
A male disciple in the Foundation Establishment stage with silver-white pupils smiled cynically.
"The game hasn't even started yet, anything is possible!"
An ethereal beauty, surrounded by smoke and clouds, who did not look like a mortal, said in a calm tone.
"She is your sister, you don't think she will lose, do you?" The silver-eyed man turned to look at the woman and smiled.
"I never draw conclusions about something that has not happened. Besides, she is my cousin!" The woman's tone was still calm.
"Haha! They're not all the same! Anyway, I think sister You will definitely win. If you're not convinced, let's make a bet!"
"Not interested! Also, she is my cousin, a hundred years younger than me!"
The ethereal woman's eyes were slightly cold, and the silver-eyed man laughed and changed the subject.
This woman is very beautiful, but she loves to get into trouble too much. Whoever marries her will be in trouble for the rest of his life.
The silver-eyed man cursed in his heart.
In addition to the two people, everyone else is also talking about this game. The attention is extremely high.
"You are no match for me, so you should admit defeat as soon as possible! Otherwise, you will be injured in vain!"
Bai Yingwu, who got on the ring, said coldly, not paying attention to Luo Qingchen at all.
"You talk too much!"
Luo Qingchen replied lightly, and pointed like a sword, summoning his flying sword. It was a third-level flying sword with a lead-grey blade and white cold air surrounding it.
"Don't overestimate your capabilities!"
Seeing Luo Qingchen's actions, Bai Yingwu was no longer polite. With a flick of her sleeves, she also released her flying sword. The blade of the sword was translucent ice crystal color and covered with ice cracks like natural cracks. It was also filled with cold air, and its range was larger than Luo Qingchen's sword, but it still did not reach the level of a spiritual weapon.
Dabi has regulations that do not allow the use of magical weapons above the fourth level.
Both of them are ice-based flying swords, which can be regarded as a kind of fate.
"There's something wrong with this woman's sword. I'm afraid Senior Sister Luo will suffer a loss!" Shang Yaoyao frowned, then she shook her head in a self-deprecating tone: "You're going to lose anyway, it doesn't matter whether you suffer a loss or not!"
Xu Mu didn't answer, but looked at Luo Qingchen on the stage, feeling that things would not be that simple.
He knew Luo Qingchen. Although he had a tough personality, he was definitely not stupid.
Where does she get the confidence?
Xu Mu held his chin and thought.
Li Heng looked at Luo Qingchen on the ring with twinkling eyes, as if he knew something, but he didn't say it.
Boom!
The melodious bells sounded from the hall, and the game officially began.
"Frost Shadow!"
Luo Qingchen was the first to take action. The flying sword swayed slightly under her control, splitting into dozens of sword shadows and shooting towards Bai Yingwu.
"Little tricks!"
With a pinch of Bai Yingwu's sword technique, twice as many sword shadows were split and shot towards Luo Qingchen.
Puff puff!
The sword shadows from the two sides collided, and all the sword shadows shot by Luo Qingchen were scattered, but Bai Yingwu still had more than a dozen sword shadows shot at her.
"Senior Sister Luo's skills have just advanced to perfection, and Bai Yingwu's skills have reached the master level. Both the quality and quantity of spiritual power far exceed that of Senior Sister Luo!" Shang Yaoyao said with a pretty face.
What she meant was very simple. Luo Qingchen was no match for Bai Yingwu no matter what aspect he looked at.
So she really didn't understand, why would Luo Qingchen persist?
Xu Mu and Li Heng didn't speak. They just looked at the ring quietly, as if they were talking to themselves.
"Ice shield!"
Facing the attacking sword shadow, Luo Qingchen hurriedly cast spells and condensed solid ice shields out of thin air to resist. At the same time, he was distracted and wanted to call back the flying sword.
"Humph! It's too late!"
Bai Yingwu snorted coldly, controlled her flying sword, and tightly entangled Luo Qingchen's flying sword, making it impossible to escape.
The sword shadow on the other side had already collided with the ice shield.
Click! Click!
The ice shield was torn into pieces by the sword shadow, turning into ice crystals all over the sky. At the same time, the power of the sword shadow was greatly weakened, and Luo Qingchen finally escaped.
But because of resisting the sword shadow, Luo Qingchen's energy was dispersed. Feijian was unable to flexibly control the flying sword and was beaten back steadily, in a state of embarrassment.
"Even the sword skills are so different, what the hell is Senior Sister Luo doing!"
Shang Yaoyao said impatiently.
Clang!
After resolving the sword shadow crisis, Luo Qingchen finally had more energy to control the flying sword, but there was still a huge gap.
Roar!
Bai Yingwu controlled the flying sword to turn into a solid ice dragon, trapping Luo Qingchen's flying sword and constantly squeezing it. Luo Qingchen's flying sword was like a small snake imprisoned. Every time he struggled, he would Being knocked back with stronger force by the opponent, he could only let out a pitiful and helpless whine.
The two people were fighting with each other at the same time. Bai Yingwu looked relaxed and comfortable, while Luo Qingchen was nervous and struggling to hold on.
The difference between the two is so clear that even ordinary people can see it.
Shang Yaoyao couldn't help but hold his forehead, wondering what Luo Qingchen was still insisting on.
Bang!
After another collision, the aura of Luo Qingchen's flying sword dimmed, and it was knocked out of the gap.
"Senior Sister Luo still won't give up, why don't we try to get the flying sword in?"
As far as she knew, the most precious thing on Luo Qingchen's body was this third-level flying sword made of deep-sea cold iron.
It's really not worth it to invest in such a precious flying sword for a game that is impossible to win.
"Stop talking nonsense, senior sister should take action!" Xu Mu said calmly.
Li Heng glanced at Xu Mu in surprise, wondering how he knew.
"Do it? Why do you do it? She still has...hiss!"
Shang Yaoyao's eyes suddenly widened and he took a breath of cool air, a real cool breath.
Luo Qingchen on the field did not know what secret technique he had cast, and his temperament changed rapidly, as if he had changed from a living person to an ice sculpture.
"She has awakened her bloodline!"