Hong Qingyun felt that he was invincible by relying on Feng Lingbu.

Imitation Xiaonan's sword cannot touch him at all, how can I win? His fierce attack will only waste his energy in vain. When he spends almost the same amount, it will be the opportunity to clean up him by himself.

Is it so good to be able to play with the "pride of heaven" in this world like a leisurely and calm person, catching a mouse, in front of everyone in the lower world?

So Hong Qingyun made up his mind to play slowly with Fun Xiaonan and wait for the right or right opportunity to give the other party a fatal blow.

"Slow, too slow..."

"You still want to hurt me at this speed?"

I have to say that although Hong Qingyun is obsessed with practicing irrational things, he also knows how to anger his enemies.

Every time he avoided Fun Xiaonan's attack, he would mock him.

If it were someone else, I would have been so excited by him that he would have been crazy.

The same is true for Fun Xiaonan, with a gloomy face and a riotous and restless body, as if he was a little angry. However, if he looked closely, he could find that Fun Xiaonan's eyes were actually very firm. Even if he was mocked by Hong Qingyun, his determination to win had never changed at all.

After fighting for half a stick of incense, Xiaonan made countless swords, but he didn't even touch a corner of Hong Qingyun's clothes.

Hong Qingyun was so mocked that his mouth was dry and his heart was secretly surprised.

Logically speaking, after fighting for so long, this kid should have lost some spiritual power, but why has the power he stabbed out of each sword never weakened? The spiritual power reserve in his body should not be enough to support such a fierce attack.

Hong Qingyun was right. Ordinary spiritual cultivators could not hold on for so long without showing signs of decline. But Xiao Nan was obviously not an ordinary spiritual cultivator. Hong Qingyun had undoubtedly made the wrong idea when fighting a protracted battle with him.

While thinking, Fun Xiaonan stabbed another sword, and Hong Qingyun continued to dodge, but as soon as he settled down, he suddenly heard a sneer, and a hot sword light shone against his waist and flew out.

Looking down, I saw that my clothes were cut into pieces, and the attack just now almost hurt me.

"What a pity!"

Fun Xiaonan took a deep breath, the gaze in his eyes was slightly cold and regretful, mixed with his usual calm and steady face. This was a very contradictory expression, but it was perfectly combined.

It took only half an incense stick of time to barely touch Hong Qingyun's clothes. This magical power realm and secret technique were indeed terrifying.

"How is that possible?" Hong Qingyun's face changed.

The sword just now was obviously an attack that the other party expected to take place and fired in advance. If he hadn't been lucky, he might have been stabbed by him.

But how could Fun Xiaonan determine his position? Could it be that in just half a stick of incense, this Fun Xiaonan had already seen through his Feng Lingbu?

Impossible! Feng Lingbu is a secret skill of the Tianqing Sect, and there is no reason to pass it to the lower world of cultivation! Moreover, the strength of Xiao Nancai's spiritual realm is so smart?

With another "sneer", a green cloth strip suddenly flew out. The moment Hong Qingyun stopped, another cut was made by Fu Xiaonan.

Hong Qingyun was shocked and stared at his long green gown, with a gloomy face: "Impossible, how is this possible!"

He actually saw through his Feng Lingbu. His attack hit him in advance, making it impossible for him to dodge.

Moreover, this attack was extremely fierce, not only cutting through his long gown, but also hitting into his body. If it weren't for the liquefied spiritual power that had blocked it, if it was still in the spiritual realm, this single move would definitely be the result of piercing the body.

"What a pity!" Fun Xiaonan looked at Hong Qingyun coldly, with a calm tone; up to now, he has not used the special prediction ability of Yin and Yang Lingxi, and is fighting entirely with his own eyesight and the combat experience of the Changshengjun who has not yet been fully understood.

The experience of Changshengjun is indeed extraordinary. It’s a pity that he is in the spiritual realm and the difference between the magical power realm is too big. Otherwise, there would be no problem for this sword to seriously injure Hong Qingyun.

Hong Qingyun's face was cold, and he looked down at his long gown. Finally, he looked at Fun Xiaonan coldly, and said in a cold voice: "It seems that I can't play with you anymore!"

Imitation Xiaonan didn't speak, but just attacked wildly.

Hong Qingyun was angry and did not dodge with Feng Lingbu this time, but punched him at Fun Xiaonan's attack.

With a sound of touching the ground, Hong Qingyun still remained motionless, as calm as a mountain. Instead, she imitated Xiao Nan, feeling a hot spiritual energy invading her fist and staggered backwards.

There was a burst of exclamation on the entire competition stage.

"Haha, I finally saw the real kung fu!"

"Who will win in the end?"

"It's very likely that it's Xiaonan. You didn't see his sword as powerful as before!"

"Bullshit, Hong Qingyun is an authentic magical power realm. His spiritual power has already liquefied. Impress Xiaonan has no chance of winning at all."

"Ice and snow!" Listening to the surroundings, Hong Qingyun snorted coldly, suddenly waved the purple dragon flag. During the cold cycle, snowflakes condensed from the air, and countless ice slags flew around the flag body, like a snow storm.

"The magical power moves the heaven and the earth!" When the people on the sidelines saw the scene in front of them, they all exclaimed in secret. Hong Qingyun was really moving this time; he began to use the power to drive the heaven and the earth in the realm of magical power.

This is the biggest difference between magical powers and spiritual communication. The spiritual realm can only communicate with heaven and earth, but the magical realm can directly drive the power of heaven and earth.

"Imitation Xiaonan, I will let you see and be a real realm of enlightenment!" Hong Qingyun said with a cold face.

Yang Yun, Tianxing Sect, looked at this scene and couldn't help but shake her head gently.

Under such a situation, the winning rate of imitating Xiaonan is obviously almost zero.

Chen Dongluo, who was standing beside him, noticed Yang Yun's shaking his head, frowned slightly, and hummed, "Why did Miss Yang shake her head?"

Yang Yun stared at Chen Dongluo with her eyes: "What's up to you?"

Chen Dongluo was stared at by the murderous aura in Yang Yun's eyes and felt cold in his heart. Thinking that Yang Yun was not easy to mess with, he had to smile sinisterly and said, "It's okay! I saw Miss Yang like this, and I thought Miss Yang was standing by our side from time to time!"

Yang Yun had no expression on her face and turned her head directly, not even looking at Chen Dongluo.

On the competition stage.

Impress Xiaonan's sharp eyes stared at Hong Qingyun holding the purple dragon flag, and his whole body became tense at this moment.

"Font Xiaonan, I admire you for being able to get to this point now!"

Hong Qingyun sneered at the corner of his mouth. At this time, smoke like water vapor appeared on the purple dragon flag. All the powerful liquefied spiritual power burst out without any complete failure.

Hong Qingyun's hair was flying and his vicious spirit was thriving: "But this time, you will never have another chance."

Swish!

The flag suddenly waved and pointed towards Xiaonan. The terrifying cold air carried the rich snowflakes and turned into an ice and snow tornado and suddenly rolled towards Xiaonan.

In a blink of an eye, Fun Xiaonan was trapped in it.

The Yang, who had been calm and gentle, changed his face slightly, sat upright quietly, and shouted softly: "Bingfeng roared!"

Under this blow, how should Fun Xiaonan survive?

There was only a thought that was over flashing through everyone's heart.

But at this moment, looking at the roar of ice surrounding me, a sneer appeared on Xiaonan's face.

He gently put away the single-final sword.

"Imitation Xiaonan doesn't use a sword!"

Except for the mansion leader Yang, Cuigushanren and others, the others were stunned when they looked at Fun Xiaonan who was standing empty-handed on the ground confronting Hong Qingyun.

Is this kid crazy?

The reason why Xiaonan was able to quickly kill Zhang Tianyu, who was at the top of the spiritual realm, was because he had a single-strike sword in his hand and used a quick sword to kill him!

In their opinion, imitating Xiao Nan Ruowuo Jian could not be Hong Qingyun's opponent.

Now, although they looked amazing to Xiao Nan, the top level of spiritual realm, he actually faced a cultivator in the early stage of magical power realm with empty hands; dealing with the terrifying ice tornado in front of them made them feel a little numb.

Even Lin Yuyin could not help but feel anxious when she looked at Fun Xiaonan, who was shrouded in the ice; although she was standing outside the field, she could clearly feel the power of the ice storm.

If you are tightened by this ice storm, you may be turned into ice in an instant.

But now it's all too late!

"Brother Xiaonan!"

Yuwen Mo, Liu Kun and others stood among the onlookers, their eyes full of worry; basically everyone had rarely seen all their strength in their magical power realm.

At this moment, looking at the magic that Hong Qingyun cast, although it is very likely that the purple flag with half magic weapon must have an additive effect, the power of this magic is really terrifying.

If they were to be with them, there would be no other possibility except waiting for death.

"Imitation Xiaonan, it seems that you also understand that no matter whether you have a sword in your hand or not, you will lose today... For the sake of your self-knowledge, I will give you a decent attitude."

Hong Qingyun smiled coldly, and the purple dragon flag rolled up again. He saw that the tornado carried countless snowflakes and suddenly shrank towards Xiaonan in the middle...

Amid the screams of everyone, Fun Xiaonan smiled coldly.

He reached out and shook his hand gently, and a purple-red gossip card floated out gently.

"Nine Palaces and Bagua Card!"

Seeing this magic weapon appear, everyone suddenly realized, and Yang and Cuigushanren also looked destined.

Faced with this roar of ice wind, except for the Nine Palaces Bagua Card, there is no other way to deal with it; but with the strength of the Nine Palaces Bagua Card, whether this Nine Palaces Bagua Card can be blocked is still a matter of two things.

"snort!"

Hong Qingyun on the opposite side snorted coldly. The other party's piece may be a magic weapon, and its power is probably not under the Zi Zi Jiao Flag, but the spiritual realm is absolutely unable to fully activate it like himself.

It's just a mantis arm to be a chariot.

At that moment, the purple dragon flag waved again, and the ice wind roared again and accelerated toward the middle.
Chapter completed!