The sound of war drums, The sound of metal clashing, The sound of a blunt hammer smashing a skull, The sound of a sharp knife cutting flesh, …… These sounds are even louder than the sounds from the bustling city just now. Zou Yan's attacks came like raindrops. Li Qingcha's arms became sore from his continuous resistance that he could no longer lift them. This is not a solution, we must break the deadlock as soon as possible! She raised her head.
observe…… Now all we have to do is observe and then find the weaknesses. Zou Yan couldn't help but sneer in his heart. He has a keen eye and the ability to see through his enemies. Unfortunately, his own attack routines are all very simple, punching and kicking, no different from a fight between hooligans in the street. What weaknesses could he have? Moreover, Li Qingcha had just entered the realm of Tongjian and did not know its wonderful uses. But what if we knew? Zou Yan is an experienced person and can defend himself. All we have to do now is to advance step by step and defeat Li Qingcha bit by bit. It would be even better if we can destroy Li Qingcha's state of mind at the same time. His lips still moved. "Please, don't kill me!" "The demon race, the demon race..." “I am going to kill you all, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” …… A more brutal noise came. Li Qingcha had been studying Zou Yan's movements for some time and knew that it was impossible to dismantle him. Is there no other way? Can I start from the Shiwen Realm or the Xingzong technique? Or, what is the connection between those noises? ……
Li Qingcha pondered. Perhaps her thinking became faster, she found that Zou Yan's movements showed a pattern. To be precise, it was Zou Yan's lips. Zou Yan's lips moved very quickly, but in the eyes of the cultivators at the Tongjian realm, they could still see a little clue - The speaking speed and pauses remain unchanged! this means…… Li Qingcha finally figured out a way to break the impasse. She stared at Zou Yan's lips. Suddenly, the steel knife chopped towards the ground at a fixed frequency. hum- hum- hum- …… After a rhythmic beeping, all the noise disappeared. Zou Yan was horrified. What's happening here? There is nothing in Xingzong's techniques that say the casting of spells can be interrupted! He looked at Li Qingcha in confusion and asked a stupid question: "What did you do just now?" Of course Li Qingcha couldn't answer. She raised the knife above her head. Get going! Chapter 170: An unexpected strike! After all, Zou Yan could no longer stroll leisurely in the garden. A moment of distraction delayed the escape opportunity. He retreated repeatedly. Although he tried his best to withstand most of the knife's force, his clothes were still cut from the right shoulder to the chest, revealing the soft armor underneath. At the same time, a line of blood flowed down his arm. When the blood dripped onto the ground, it made a slight sound. Tick tick tick——
The two heard it clearly. Call ~ Li Qingcha let out a long breath. "It's great that Wan Xingling has calmed down again." She stood there, her figure erect, as if she were one with the knife in her hand, with an air of looking down on the world. "Tsk tsk tsk, Junior Brother actually brought protective gear..." Zou Yan's face turned pale. "What happened just now?" Li Qingcha smiled, knocked on the wall of the third floor of Dianxing Tower, and said to the void: "Old man, do you remember the two questions I asked you before? About imagination and reality..." No one answered. Zou Yan looked around and thought Li Qingcha had gone crazy. "Who are you talking to?" Li Qingcha was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued to talk to himself: "I have understood that many things are indeed imaginations in the mind, but are imaginations necessarily false?" Zou Yan was completely hysterical. "What on earth are you talking about... um... how... why is this happening!?" He was suddenly speechless. The star outside the third floor of the Star-Dianxing Tower was emitting bright light, covering everything in the building with a thin layer of silver frost. Li Qingcha stretched lazily. "It seems that I have cleared the level." She dropped the knife, stretched her arms, and massaged her left and right hands. "..." "..." "..." Inside the building, there was silence. Outside the building, Chen Feng's voice was very soft, lingering and elegant. Li Qingcha said: "Zou Yan, it's over. Now it's the time for the two girls. You should think about how to deal with them. They are sixth-grade and have a realm that is overwhelming for you..." The voice has not fallen, "it's not finished yet."
"..." "..." The two looked at each other. Suddenly, Li Qingcha stamped the ground with his right foot. Zheng—— The steel knife was purchased again. Needless to say, it's not over yet. Li Qingcha may have completed the test of the third floor of Dianxing Tower, but he did not complete the duel between the two. She said: "There is no first in literature, and no second in martial arts." Zou Yan nodded seriously. "Senior brother's summary is always so accurate." "Tsk... a monk is a monk after all. I thought that after everything that happened in the past few days, plus that blow just now, your spirit had been dampened. I didn't expect that you would still..." "Brother, you are right. You have indeed dampened my spirit. I know that I am a hopeless case and I am destined to be inferior to you in the future." "then you……" "We'll talk about the future later!" Raid! Zou Qi moved his Qi, put his right hand together and pointed like a sword, and thunder and lightning came out. The target is Li Qingcha's Qiuxu. "Protect!" Li Qingcha yelled angrily, when-- With a dull sound, Zou Yan's right index finger fiercely stabbed the back of Li Qingcha's knife, making a strange crisp sound that made people's teeth ache. After this, "!@#%*..." Zou Yan retreated, cursing. His right index finger was twisted at a weird angle. Li Qingcha's condition was even worse. The energy was rushing around in her body, and she couldn't suppress it. She felt a sweetness in her throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
It really is impossible to fight against the seventh rank head-on... She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up against the wall, and said to Zou Yan: "Look at your swollen hand. If you don't know, you might think you are holding a sausage. I feel the pain for you." Zou Yan sneered. "It's just a broken finger, am I at a loss?" "Ten fingers connected to the heart." "Haha, so what if it hurts a little? Besides, my index finger is useless, but I still have my middle finger."