Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 41 The Immortal Sword is Charged, It's Reasonable for the Enemy to Be Killed by Lightning

At the side of the arena, everyone was yelling and cursing in low voices, and while they were cursing, they secretly glanced at An Zhisu.

Seeing that there was no smile on her face as usual, but a slight look of worry on her face, she couldn't help but panicked.

The Grass Mower Sword Immortal is always smiling, and whenever he laughs, he will kill people.

Now instead of smiling, there is a little melancholy on his face. Could it be that he intends to slaughter me in Shushan afterwards?

This uneasy atmosphere spread invisible among the audience on the sidelines, and quickly covered up the scolding.

In fact, the elder inspector of this competition has already arrived, and the old god is hanging in the sky with his sword.

He also had a personal grievance with Su Jian. Now that he heard the people below using all kinds of obscenities and crazily cursing Su Jian and his disciples, he deliberately delayed the fight and just closed his eyes and listened with elation.

Thinking of how livid Su Jian's face would be if he heard these slanders, he immediately felt extremely satisfied.

Suddenly the sound of cursing subsided, and he opened his eyes with some dissatisfaction. Seeing that everyone was carefully looking at An Zhisu's face, he couldn't help sighing, thinking that this Shu Mountain is really getting worse and worse. They were all suppressed by Qingluo Peak.

At the same time, he also secretly decided that this time the competition would not be called to stop on purpose, so that the disciple surnamed Ling would be beaten to death, and it would save Shushan another killing star in the future.

Of course, it would be even better if Lou Zhizheng of Ziyun Peak missed and beat Ling Yunpo to death.

Thinking of this, he raised his hand and uttered a gong, announcing that the competition had begun.

Dysprosium sounded.

Lou Zhizheng immediately raised his hand, and several streams of light shot out from between his fingers.

Ling Yunpo's eyes froze, and he immediately recognized what kind of trick it was.

Talisman bombing!

Lou Zhizheng's opening gesture was actually the talisman bombing that Yuqingguan monks used to!

The first ray of purple light rushed towards him, it was the Thunderbolt Talisman!

He stabbed forward with his right hand as a sword formula, the Qingping sword split the low-altitude thunder, and immediately another red light flashed in front of him.

Yan Chong Talisman!

Ling Yun broke his mind and turned sharply, Qingping sword slashed forward again towards the red light, while his feet retreated calmly, just avoiding the range of the flame explosion.

The third ice rain talisman exploded above his head, turning into countless ice cones and piercing straight down.

Ling Yunpo waved his sleeves and drew out the Thunder Sword, the brilliant sword light swirled sharply above, blocking all the ice cones and crushing them.

How could the talisman bombing be used like this! He sneered secretly in his heart.

The so-called bombing of talismans is to use the advantages of talismans to activate quickly, unlimited times, and not require real energy, to shoot out countless talismans at once, so that the opponent can't avoid it!

Like Lou Zhizheng, playing one by one as if thrifty, is a waste of the power of this move!

He replaced Luo Yan and laughed at the other party, then turned back to Ling Yunpo, stepped back again, and avoided the flame explosion of the Yan Chong Talisman while cutting through the red light with his sword.

If your skills stop here, then don't try in vain. Ling Yunpo said coldly, This kind of attack is full of flaws, it's a waste of my time.

Naturally it doesn't stop there. Lou Zhizheng smiled slyly.

Ling Yunpo suddenly felt that something was wrong, and was about to react when his figure suddenly sank, and it turned out that the rocky ground under his feet turned into quicksand, and he was sinking continuously!

Seeing him struggling hard, but unable to get out, still getting deeper and deeper, Lou Zhizheng laughed arrogantly:

Before, I used the Ice Rain Talisman to deliberately shoot into the air to attract your attention, just to bury a quicksand net behind you.

Junior Brother Ling, how does this trap taste?

Ling Yunpo didn't pay attention to him, just let his body sag, thinking quickly in his mind.

For other monks, maybe they can only admit defeat.

But after Luo Yan listened to so many lessons in Tiangongfang, he knew that the small formation of Liushawang was not unsolvable.

On the basis of similar cultivation bases, a large amount of water-type true energy can be used to disrupt the operation of the formation!

Here on the Shushan Arena, Lou Zhizheng looked at Ling Yunpo who was sinking in the quicksand with mocking pity.

Everyone on the sidelines also had different expressions, some were amazed that Lou Zhizheng made such a big investment, while others lamented that Ling Yunpo was so weak that he was killed before even a single sword strike.

An Zhisu stood calmly on the sidelines, with a calm expression on his face.

It's just that no one saw her hand in the sleeve, her ten fingers were tightly clenched, and the knuckles were already white.

Misty, misty, misty. In the sight of everyone outside the arena, Ling Yunpo's lips moved slightly, silently reciting the mantra.

Qingping Sword's first layer of forbidden technique Bright Mist and Cang Luan was activated, and in an instant boundless thick fog gushed out of thin air, covering the entire competition in an instant.

Everyone was engulfed in the thick fog, unable to see their fingers, so they had to shout loudly.

High in the sky, the supervisor looked down from a distance, his eyes thoughtful.

Water system forbidden method? That kid's fairy sword has some background...

In the arena, Lou Zhizheng's smile stopped abruptly, and he was dumbfounded.

The dense fog in the sky must have been caused by Ling Yunpo, but now he can't see clearly from a few steps away, and he doesn't know what happened to him...

no! Could it be that he still has another trick?

Thinking of this, he immediately raised his hand again and struck out the remaining three Yan Chong Talismans, aiming at the center of the quicksand in his memory.

The fire wave exploded, but it seemed like the flames were poured with cold water, and then dissipated with a bang.

It turns out that in this thick fog, all non-water spells are affected by forbidden spells, and their power is halved.

In addition, the six senses are also blocked, and sight, hearing, and spiritual consciousness are all severely restricted.

Lou Zhizheng didn't know it at all, but he couldn't hear the explosion, and his face turned pale with shock, wondering if the three talismans he bought were defective products?

Realizing that the talisman was invalid, he quickly slapped the flying sword beside him, and activated its derivative Taoism Golden Mask.

This golden mask is a pure defensive spell, which just fits his temperament of greed for life and fear of death.

With the guarantee of Taoism, and the opponent is only at the level of Qi Refining, it is impossible to break through my defense.

He huddled in the golden mask, and he had a very good calculation in his mind.

When the opponent failed to attack again and again, the thick fog cleared away naturally, and he came out of his shell, returning all the previous grievances one by one.

Unbeknownst to him, Ling Yunpo had already quietly walked around behind him under the cover of the thick fog, facing the golden mask with the palm of his hand, and recited the mantra in his heart again:

Lei Guang Huo Wen, Yu Shu Shen Ting, break!

Then there was thunder light gushing out from his palm, its light was blue, its color was red, it was silent, and suddenly hit the golden mask.

Even in this thick fog, when the power of all non-water system Taoism is halved, it is still directly pierced through it together with Lou Zhizheng inside it!

The fog gradually cleared, and Lou Zhizheng's body had fallen to the ground, with a bloody hole on his back.

The Thunder Sword was inserted into the pool of blood beside him, and there was an electric snake dancing on it, ferocious and ferocious.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be... Lou Zhizheng's lips parted slightly.

Before he could say the word Lei Fa, he was dizzy from blood loss. His body suddenly convulsed and convulsed several times, and soon lost his breath.

Ling Yunpo stood silently, pretending to wave his hand lightly, Lei Shujian flew from the side of Lou Zhizheng's body and flew back to his side.

The body of the sword is still clean, without a trace of blood.