Chapter 157: The Illusion of Lotus Holy Sword

"How about it, now I'll tell you the time to congratulate you." When I came to Ying Ri, Wu Ying sat on the table in front of Ying Ri without any hesitation, and even her feet shrank.

"Maybe, to be honest, if it weren't for the Triumph Marquis taking action just now, I'm afraid you wouldn't have seen me now." He reached out and pinched his eyebrows in the middle, Ying Ri was still in fear at this time.

"Ha." Smile without caring, Wuying continued: "This is the youth talent show, not a place to determine life and death. If you can have an accident here, can the Tianfu Palace be called Tianfu Palace? By the way, how should I tell the person named Qihong tomorrow? Whenever I think of asking her to ask her to spend her life with me, I don't know why my heart beats violently."

Ying Ri, who had not recovered from the game just now, almost fainted by Wuying's words, then jumped up and sweared: "Damn it, I'm going to pick up girls, but I even came to ask me how to pick up a girl?"

"Let me ask you if you don't get pregnant, why are you so angry?" He gave Ying Ri a blank look, and Wuyingsu spread his hands helplessly, "There's nothing I can do, I don't have experience in this area..."

The corners of his mouth were violently numb, but Ying Ri couldn't find a suitable word to refute for a moment. The shock just now was directly caused by Wuying's mess and threw it out of the sky.

"You bastard, come over..." He stared at Wuying and cursed. Ying Ri immediately mumbled a lot in the former's ear, and didn't know what he was saying.

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The next day, the conference was still crowded with spectators.

At this time, the fog shadow was standing in front of the wide and huge bluestone arena in the center of the venue, staring at Qi Hong from the Divine Sword Palace.

Looking at Qi Hong, who was wearing a full set of tight red clothes not far away, revealing her figure with a bulge in front of her, a burst of blood suddenly surged from Wuying's face, and she was a little blushing.

Qi Hong, who was quietly waiting for the start of the game in the ring, still had a cold and cool look on her face, with long drooping shoulders and hair as red as silk, but her eyes revealed a little inexplicable meaning.

"Then... that, Miss Qihong, let's click until later..." He raised his red face and said weakly to Qihong.

Wuying's twisted posture was obviously a bit strange in Qi Hong's eyes. However, the name Wuying has been deeply engraved in the latter's mind for ten years. It was Qi Hong's wish for many years, so Qi Hong didn't think much about it at this time. She just said "Oh" coldly and never said any other word.

Wuying seemed a little discouraged at Qi Hong's coldness. She shrugged her head and felt a bitterness in her heart. What's wrong with me? What's going on? I've never felt like before...

‘Oh, I will do it according to the method Ying Ri taught me later. I don’t know if it works. I really hope I can convince her successfully.’ Sighing in my heart, Wuying had to sort out her messy thoughts, hold her black iron dagger with both hands, and stand quietly in place like Qi Hong.

"The contestants are in their place, the competition... begins!"

‘Zheng’

Just as the game began, the audience and the players in the audience, including the fog shadow on the field, were all staring with big eyes, almost shocked by the scene in front of them.

King Wu Zhanyi, yes, a strong light was emitted from behind Qi Hong at this time, and then a pair of huge red war wings extended to both sides of her body!

His body slowly rose into the air, Qi Hong danced the mysterious iron sword in his hand, and the martial spirit in his body turned rapidly. At the beginning of the game, he actually used the ultimate move in the Phantom Sword Technique - Wanhuan Na Zhen Sword Return to the Sect!

The opponent is Wuying, the genius who had reached the peak of Wukui's high-level ten years ago. In the game a few days ago, Qi Hong had already seen the specificity of Wuying's martial spirit, so at the beginning of the game, she used such a powerful attack because she knew that the man in front of her was definitely worthy of such caution.

"What, she is a Martial King, this... this is different from what I expected, these are troubles."

Feeling the sharp sword energy that was slashing down from the sky, Wuying instantly exhaled the "Riding Wind Spirit" on his body. His hands were short and his hands were swirling rapidly, causing a blue tornado soaring into the sky. It was the first move of the martial arts technique he practiced - the Wind Dragon Breaking Spin!

‘Tao’

After the two extremely Ling Lie martial arts energy collided, a low sound of porcelain shattering sounded. When the audience focused on their minds, there was no fog figure on the field, leaving only the red and proud figure in the low altitude of the ring.

"I actually blocked my attack with the strength of the Martial Spirit at the peak of the first level of the Martial Arts. It is worthy of being Wuying!" At this time, Qi Hong secretly praised Wuying's ability.

The martial arts of splitting the sky - illusory, this is the special martial arts possessed by the "Splitting the Sky Feng Po" on Wuying's body. Just like Ying Ri, it is a unique skill unique to the strange martial arts on his body.

The disappearance of the fog shadow was the effect of this air-breaking martial art. At this time, the fog shadow was moving on the bluestone arena at an extremely fast speed, and it was moving so quickly that it would not take away the slightest amount of martial spirit power in the body.

"Lotus Holy Sword - Stepping on the Lotus!" Unable to capture the aura of Wuying, Qi Hong showed her amazing ability again, and it was the seventh-level sword technique in the Divine Sword Palace.

A translucent lotus composed of sword energy slowly bloomed under both feet. Qi Hong pulled the sword in her hand and fell straight down the air. The moment the lotus under her feet touched the ground, the dense sword energy suddenly burst out from all directions. At this moment, the fog shadow was forced to appear by the powerful and dense sword energy.

"I actually became a level seven sword technique. The people sent by the Divine Sword Palace are indeed extraordinary." Youquan in the audience saw that Qi Hong was actually a powerful martial king and used the level seven sword technique, and immediately showed appreciation.

On the bluestone arena, Wuying's face is already showing a very serious expression. He, who is crazy about martial arts, has long forgotten that he is the person he likes at this moment. The cultivation level shown by Qi Hong has aroused his endless fighting spirit in his heart.

"I respect you for your ability. Pay attention to the Dragon Sword - Wind Dragon Extreme Slash!"

The sound of the fog shadow fell and the figure disappeared. Then, the sword energy that shot towards him on the field was instantly shot out of thin air by a blue dragon three feet long swept away. With the towering momentum of arrogance, Ying Ri and Youquan, who were far away in the contestant's seat, were ignited at the same time, and they were thrilling endlessly!

This move is not a simple Dragon Scream technique, but a powerful skill created by the fog shadow fusion of illusion martial arts in the body.

"The Seventh Level of the Middle Level of the Martial Head!" Ying Ri and Youquan exclaimed at the same time in the contestant's seat. Wuying's strength was actually higher than Ying Ri's middle level of the Martial Head Level of the Martial Head Level of the Martial Head Level of the Martial Head Level!

Although the cultivation progress of each kind of strange martial spirit has the wonder of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth by itself, since the solidity level of each kind of strange martial spirit is much higher than that of ordinary martial spirits, the promotion of the owner of strange martial spirit is more than a little harder than that of ordinary people.

Qi Hong's first-level Martial King was already amazing enough for the audience, but the seventh level of Wuying's middle-level martial artist, in the eyes of the strong men on the scene, was truly amazing!

This is also the main reason why Xu Shaojie shone brightly in the last conference. He even broke through to the level of King Wu at that time, but until the end, people on the mainland rarely knew Xu Shaojie's true strength.

‘Ao…’

The green dragon that swept away the sword energy, at this time, turned into a roar towards Qihong with a wild roar, and opened its teeth and claws.

"Very good, this is the game I want. Let's decide the winner. The Lotus Holy Sword - Holy Lotus Rage!" A satisfied smile appeared on his face for the first time. Qi Hong's sword technique was activated again. The Lotus Holy Sword technique suddenly started, and he lifted the mysterious iron sword in his hand and stabbed it forward. This was also the most powerful move among the martial arts techniques that Qi Hong could use.

The seemingly ordinary thorn carries the real Wu King's energy and the unparalleled power of the seventh-level sword technique. On the Xuan Iron Sword, a red lotus energy stretched out from the sword body to the surroundings, rendering the Xuan Iron Sword in Qi Hong's hand into blood-red. The energy filled with the red lotus was violent and thick, colliding with the blue dragon rushing towards him.

'boom'

This attack made all the audience quiet, and this attack made the double marquis above the field look sideways. This attack even shocked everyone in the contestants' seat!

"I was too arrogant and thought I could easily win the championship in this conference. Only then did I truly realize how big this nameless continent is..." Ying Ri, who was in the contestant's seat, witnessed the wonderful showdown between the two on the court, muttering to himself, and began to laugh at himself for his initial arrogance.

Even if Ying Ri himself was on the bluestone arena, he was absolutely unsure of winning in front of any of the two of them. This was just a competition to reach the quarterfinals of the 16th quarter of the conference. Whether it was Xiao Ling of the Hundred Flowers Sect of the Ang Yan Empire, Gu Jingying of the Ice Valley of the Miaohuang Empire, or Qi Hong of the Ji Teng Kingdom Divine Sword Palace, they were all those who could stand at the peak of the youth generation in the mainland.

If I hadn't received Xiao Ling's reminder in advance and had my careful consideration in advance, how could I win so easily? Besides, if it weren't for the Triumph Marquis' attack in the end, I would probably have died under the terrifying "Shen Hai Anhan", let alone winning the championship in this conference.

"Ying Ri, no matter what, it is already amazing that you can go to this day. After entering the quarterfinals, no matter how far you can go, you just need to remember one thing, that is, you have created the greatest miracle since the founding of the Linghan Kingdom!" After hearing Ying Ri's self-deprecation, Yuwen Tianqing said sincerely to the former.

"Since I advanced to the Wushou, I seem to have become a little arrogant. Today I realize that my strength is not so amazing and proud. Tianqing, I will remember your words, don't worry, I am not such a fragile person in my heart, I just feel that I was just a little ridiculous when I started participating in the competition..." With a relieved smile on my face, Ying Ri patted Yuwen Tianqing on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't have to worry.

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At this time, on the bluestone arena, after the powerful collision, Wuying and Qi Hong's figures slowly appeared in front of everyone.
Chapter completed!