Fantastic Fantasy: The Daughter of Cloud Raising Luck at the Opening

boom!
Hai's legs were slightly bent, and his fist the size of a sandbag was wrapped with a shining light. With a loud dragon chant, an ordinary cannonball exploded out of the chamber!

not good.

Wei Zian's face darkened, Hai's speed was really too fast.

There was just a glance in the line of sight, and then there were layers of sound barrier clouds that exploded and transformed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, Hai had already arrived in front of him.

Faced with this menacing violent blow, Wei Zi'an had no time to dodge, so he quickly raised his hand to block it.

when!
From the place where the fist meets the hand, the ripple-like pain spread to the entire arm.

Numbness, pain, swelling!

This was the only look in Wei Zi'an's mind at this moment, his arms trembled slightly under the pain, and he couldn't use his spiritual power for a while, let alone the sword pinned to his waist.

Oh, it's still a doll.

Hai narrowed his eyes slightly, scanning Wei Zian's body up and down with cold eyes.

Stared at by this gaze, Wei Zi'an felt a chill all over his body, as if he was attracted by a big blood-colored python.

The strange thing is that Hai did not launch a more violent attack, as if he wanted to give him a chance?
Although Wei Zian was a little confused, the opportunity was right in front of him, how could he not seize it?

hum-

There was a slight light on the arm, and a huge force suddenly appeared between the hands.

With a biting momentum, the lower uppercut hit Hai directly between the eyebrows.

At the same time, a harsher voice sounded.

The Jinghong sword hanging from his waist for a long time is out of its sheath!
The strong sword energy is as fast as a dragon under the blessing of Jingyi, the sword intent penetrates the body, and the blood flow in the whole body slows down a bit.

"It's good to come."

Hai's calm face finally changed slightly, and a look of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

There is a heavy punch in front of him, and behind him is a strong sword like a light on his back.

Want to use this to break the game?

Hai slightly frowned, the idea is good, but are your fists really hard enough?

Wei Zian's eyes widened sharply, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The situation that was thought to be enough to trap Hai was broken in an instant, and Hai's ingenuity of four or two strokes of a thousand catties of heavy punches of aura was casually pushed aside.

Then came a punch.

An ordinary punch.

But it was this seemingly ordinary punch that directly smashed the shield given by the senior sister in an instant.

The huge mighty force instantly deflated the "Yu" that had just been activated, shrunk into a ball and returned to Wei Zian's arm.

"puff--"

Wei Zian spat out a mouthful of blood, flew out like a kite with a broken string, fell off the shield of the arena and rolled several times.

"Okay, what a strong force."

Wei Zi'an's face was as white as paper, his heart was beating like a drum, and the blood all over his body rushed towards the place where there was a loophole as if he had pressed the accelerator button.

But after a while, the pain in his chest became much lighter, and his face turned slightly rosy.

"hiss……"

Wei Zi'an raised his hand to wipe the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his arms were slightly numb, and he looked at Hai who was calmly walking towards the Jinghong Sword not far away with horrified eyes.

This person... is actually so strong?

Isn't it just an ordinary seven-star realm?How can it have such a powerful force?

Is it natural power?
Wei Zian frowned slightly, and began to summarize the information collected last night in his mind.

The audience at this time.

"Senior sister, is he okay..."

Xia Emei's small face was tense, and she clutched Fuling's sleeve in a panic, almost pulling it off.

"nothing."

Fu Ling's eyes also had deep worry, but there was also a trace of surprise hidden in it.

Hai's punch just now was too fast, so fast that he didn't look like a monk in the seven-star realm, but more like a heavenly man who did whatever he wanted!

And what worried her was that the spell she cast was forcefully kicked back into her body in the instant just now.

You know, that is enough defense to resist the Heavenly Human Realm!
In other words, Hai's power has reached the terrifying realm of heaven and man!
"Senior brother..."

With her red lips slightly parted, Fu Ling broke into a cold sweat for Wei Zi'an in her heart.

"There's a bit of a difference between the two."

The Letian swordsman sighed softly, "The reaction speed and skill reserve of the apostle is probably several times that of Zi'an."

"Then he..."

Xia Emei turned her head and asked nervously.

"Difficult." Bai Yi shook his head lightly, "But Zi'an's spiritual energy reserves seem to be quite sufficient, several times more than that person's. Maybe it will be a fierce battle."

The corner of Qingyun Peak.

"He used all his strength?"

"Yes."

"Then why didn't you make a move just now?"

"Stiff."

……

On the arena at this time.

Hai, who seemed to be calm and unhurried, was not as relaxed as everyone in the audience seemed.

I didn't expect this kid to be poor in other aspects, but his swordsmanship is superb.

The Jinghong Sword was flying in mid-air, at a strange and tricky angle, and the sword intent released from time to time was enough for Hai to deal with it with all his strength.

Just plain fast?

As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, Hai quickly threw it out of his mind.

I saw the sword spinning in mid-air suddenly, as if it was an electric drill with full horsepower, making bursts of screaming sound.

"Is this the punch just now?"

Hai's eyes widened, and he looked back at Wei Zian deeply.

To be able to integrate ordinary palm techniques into sword techniques, I did not expect to be a genius.

Feeling Hai's surprised gaze, Wei Zian's mouth twitched into a sneer.

Even more terrifying is yet to come.

Silently operating in the same state of mind, Hai's movements in his sight suddenly became sluggish, and even the sword was weak.

Potential like a broken bamboo.

Wei Zi'an muttered in his heart, the Jinghong Sword in the mid-air was like God's will, and the spinning blade burst out with bright light.

The dazzling cold light made people's eyes hurt, and there was a little moisture in the bloodshot pupils.

what is this?
Under the strong light, Hai squinted his eyes slightly, not to look directly at the unusual sword light.

The uneasiness in his heart became more and more intense, the roar was deafening, and Hai's mind was in a mess.

Damn Wei Hu, his ghost lingers!

Hai clenched his teeth, trying to hold back the fishy sweetness in his throat.

There was a cold chill all over his body, and he felt locked in.

It's like facing the god's mansion with the body of the outer sky python alone thousands of years ago.

There was a gloomy and cold gaze in the blood-red pupils, no different from the current Jianguang.

Is it possible...

call out--

While the thought was flashing, Hai suddenly raised his head, his eyes widened, and the scar on his face was pulled away, looking very pervasive!
The Jinghong Sword suddenly flew high into the sky, its scorching light was like a big sun hanging in the air.

Danger!

Extremely dangerous!
Under this powerful coercion, Hai's hair stood on end, his body trembling uncontrollably.

However, the physical instinct that he has been exercising for a long time still allows him to quickly function as a way to protect himself.

A full moon quietly emerged, and the golden shield formed in front of him was agitated, and the huge shield hung upside down like a full moon!