Chapter 792: People in a Tough Battle, Relaxed and Carefree Poems
Unlike Ci Song, who almost passed through the first two levels of the Immortal Fighting Platform at a fast speed, the other nine people encountered trouble when facing the phantom of the immortal on the first level.
They found that their talents were greatly suppressed when faced with the immortal energy released by the immortal shadow, and they were unable to exert their full strength at all.
Even Duanmu Qingcang felt a little troubled when facing the phantom of the immortal. Even though his Saint's Eye can only exert at most 30% of its power when facing the Immortal Shadow, it is not that easy to defeat this Immortal Shadow.
Not to mention other people, especially Sui Baide. Most of his Taoist spells rely entirely on the black and white qi transformed by his talent. When facing the phantom of the immortal, his combat effectiveness is almost non-existent. Yes, I'm afraid it's not even 10%.
However, fortunately, there is no time limit for the use of the Immortal Fighting Platform. After a hard battle, Sui Baide and others finally passed the first floor and stepped onto the second floor.
But when they stepped onto the second floor, they suddenly felt greater pressure. The immortal shadow here was more powerful than before. Moreover, it also held immortal weapons, and its combat effectiveness was doubled.
"Damn it, why is this Immortal Contest so difficult to break into!"
Sui Baide couldn't help but curse angrily. He originally thought that with his own strength, he could reach the eighth or ninth floor, not to mention the tenth floor, but now he was stuck on the second floor.
There are six others who are struggling on the second level like Sui Baide. They are all trapped in a hard fight at the moment. They have no way to deal with the phantom of the immortal who can restrain their talents.
Only Duanmu Qingcang, Bai Ye and Cao Gongping successfully stepped onto the third floor.
But even the three of them felt great pressure when facing the phantom of the immortal on the third level. Although the immortal shadows here exude only the aura of Hanlin, their strength is already comparable to the peak of Hanlin, and the weapons in their hands are no longer ordinary weapons transformed by immortal energy.
It is an immortal weapon that is truly made of immortal metal. Although the power it exudes is only at the level of Hanlin calligraphy treasures, the immortal weapons are immortal weapons, and their essence is not comparable to that of calligraphy treasures. With the blessing of the immortal soldiers, these immortals The strength of the shadows has also increased exponentially, and they already have some consciousness, but they can use some sword moves.
Just when everyone was in a hard fight, Ci Song on the other side had already reached the fifth level. The phantom of the immortal he was facing had reached the realm of Confucianism. Ci Song was not like those who had cleared the first four levels. So relaxed and freehand.
However, although the opponent was an immortal figure in the realm of Confucianism, there was no trace of panic on Ci Song's face. Instead, he was high in fighting spirit. Now he just lacked an opponent who could fully display his full strength. This fifth level The opponent just met his needs.
"The second form of the Gentleman's Sword brings joy to the benevolent."
Ci Song gave a low shout, and as the talent surged in his body, a mountain-like aura suddenly erupted from the Shengxie Sword. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and endless phantoms of mountain peaks appeared in the void. Each one was majestic and majestic. Carrying the supreme coercion that suppresses all things, it approaches the shadow of the great Confucian immortal.
"Guiyun Sword Jue, Yungui."
The phantom of the immortal was calm and composed, and he waved the long sword lightly. After saying that, a sword light as thin as a gossamer but extremely sharp cut through the sky, like the gentlest and most deadly thread in the sky, accurately shuttled between those towering towering towers. Between the illusions, dazzling light trails were left.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Amidst the deafening roar, the illusion of the mountain peaks that seemed to be able to suppress all things actually collapsed and disintegrated one by one under the light of the sword, as gentle as the wind, and turned into nothingness.
"Good sword moves!"
Ci Song praised that this Guiyun Sword Technique actually used softness to overcome strength, and directly broke through the suppression of his benevolent Leshan with the ribbon-like sword light.
"However, this trick alone is not enough to defeat me."
"Vertical and horizontal, and closed."
In an instant, the Shuihan Sword emerged from the jade pendant and was held in his hand. His figure was like a ghost, flickering in the void. Every time it flickered, it left a trail of afterimages, making it impossible to figure out where his true body was.
At the same time, the two swords in his hands also turned into thousands of sword shadows, stabbing at the shadow of the immortal in the Great Confucian Realm at an extremely strange angle.
"The clouds gather and disperse and turn into green lotuses."
Facing this overwhelming sword shadow, the shadowy figure of the Great Confucian Realm didn't panic at all. The long sword in his hand danced in an extremely strange trajectory. Every time it danced, a sword lotus emerged from the cloud pattern. The sword lotus exudes sharp sword energy.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
The sword shadow and the sword lotus kept colliding in the air. Every time they collided, a crisp sound of gold and iron erupted. In just a few breaths, the two exchanged hundreds of moves, and the entire battle stage was filled with sword energy. Shrouded in it, it becomes hazy.
"Good swordsmanship!"
After a hundred moves, Ci Song suddenly retreated and distanced himself from the phantom of the immortal in the Confucian realm. His eyes looking at the phantom of the immortal were full of blazing color.
The fight for immortality did not disappoint him. This immortal figure in the Confucian realm has reached an extremely high level in terms of cultivation and swordsmanship, and can be used as a sharpening stone for him.
"Come again!"
Ci Song let out a low shout, and his figure rushed out again. The golden talent surged around him, flowing through the two swords, and instantly turned into a torrent of black and white. The water cold sword in his left hand, and the victory evil sword in his right hand, turned into two A soaring black and white dragon.
"Ouch!"
The dragon roar resounded through the heaven and earth, and two long dragons of sword energy flew and circled in the air. The terrifying dragon might enveloped the entire battlefield, making the immortal shadow of the great Confucian realm feel a little palpitation.
The immortal shadow of the great Confucian realm looked at Ci Song solemnly, and slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and low, as if two rusty iron sheets were rubbing against each other. "Guiyun Nine Swords, Cloud Leads Phoenix!"
The long sword in his hand trembled slightly, and there was a melodious sound of phoenix cry on the tip of the sword. Then, a phoenix condensed by pure sword energy broke out of the sword, with gorgeous wings, and rushed straight towards the black and white dragons, vowing to compete with each other.
"Boom!"
In the sky, a feast of sword energy broke out. The black and white dragons and the phoenix intertwined and entangled in the air. Every collision was accompanied by a deafening roar. The aftermath of the sword energy was like a raging sea, raging on the battlefield, making the air around tremble, and the sounds of swords, dragon roars, and phoenix cries came one after another.
On the Immortal Battle Arena, sword energy was everywhere. Ci Song and the immortal shadow of the great scholar realm seemed to be in a close fight. Every time the two fought, there were dangers everywhere. However, the immortal shadow was also constantly scratched by Ci Song's sword light during the fight.
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