Wei Sheng was like a wild beast that did not know exhaustion, and more like a seal soldier that did not know pain. The sword energy flashed past his body. Other than hearing his grunts, other than seeing the blood that sprayed, there was no other effect on him.
The other three people could clearly hear the conversation between the two.
Even though he was wearing ling armor, but the ling armor did not give him the feeling of isolation. He seemed to be soaking naked in a grey substance. It was not warm, but not cold. It was a very strange feeling. The only thing he could accurately describe was familiarity. He seemed to be very familiar with this grey substance, not unfamiliar at all.
The battle of the Great Pine Pavilion was still continuing. The [Skyring Moon Chime Formation] had attracted the great majority of experts, and caused many people to cheer. Many people had thought that their chances of entering the top ten would increase greatly. Yet the development of the matter was the complete opposite of what they had imagined.
"One for each person." Su spoke very quickly, "I'll pick Ghost Wind."
Spiritual power! This was spiritual power!
"You are Zuo Mo's shixiong?" Su decided to do it herself. That soft-rice zombie still hadn't reacted at all. The soft-rice zombie didn't care about victory, but she couldn't.
Zuo Mo could see Pu Yao's shocked expression on the gravestone. He couldn't help but shout, yet no matter how hard he shouted, Pu Yao could not hear him.
His sword scripture was like spinning silk from a cocoon, casting a large net to trap the opponent, and then slowly wearing down the opponent's power, causing the opponent to lose all space and suffocate to death. He had successfully trapped the opponent, but the opponent did not stop struggling.
No one would feel that Gu Rong Ping was not strong enough. After fighting for such a long time, it was natural for him to be tired.
But just from the surface, no one would think that his channels and internal organs had been wounded. His gaze was focused and peaceful, clear and serene, without any stray thoughts. His finger movements might not be as lightning fast as before, but they were still flowing, giving people a different kind of beauty.
Inside the formation, Zuo Mo spread his arms as though he was hugging something. He stood dumbly at his spot like a puppet, his eyes empty.
This was the result of fighting across stages. Even with the help of the formation, he could not avoid being wounded.
Su suddenly moved next to Luo Li. Luo Li was on his guard.
For some unknown reason, Wu Ling Sanren suddenly sighed, "It is a pity that he was born at the wrong time! When the nest is overturned, how can there be unbroken eggs? Such talent, if he dies early, it really is a pity! "
The two sides fell into a stalemate. His opponent's tenacity had far exceeded his expectations. His spirit energy was quickly drained, his sword aura gradually lost its sharpness, and his movements began to slow down. His opponent took advantage of his weakness to counterattack!
After a bitter battle, he was heavily injured, and he woke up from his coma. His emotions went from agitated to calm. In the beginning, he was filled with expectations and an intense desire to win. Then, his hopes were dashed and he only wanted to injure his opponent. Now, he was completely focused on nothing else and had no thoughts of winning or losing. In this short period of time, he felt like he had experienced a long time.
As time went on, the fear in Gu Rong Ping's heart grew heavier.
Looking at the bloody man who was covered in blood, he did not utter a single word as he fought miserably and struggled bitterly. His body swayed in the air, and blood dripped down from his body.
The Skyring Moon Chime Formation was like a mysterious yao beast with its gaping maw. No one knew what was going on inside. The horrendous battle between the two on the main peak caused all the xiuzhe in the Great Pine Pavilion to feel terror, deep terror!
In his surroundings, the air was like burning firewood, occasionally giving off crackling sounds!
In the past, every time he entered the sea of consciousness, he had felt that the four stars were very far away. Only now did he find that the four stars were like four little boats, floating on the outer walls of the consciousness.
Zuo Mo's formation style made everyone feel dazzled and dazzled, and surprised. But the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rong Ping made everyone feel shock, a shock that came from the depths of their souls!
Just as he told himself that this was the consciousness, the familiar feeling inside his body suddenly became extremely strong. At the same time, the scenery in the surroundings suddenly changed.
In the battle between the hunter and the wild beast, the hunter gradually lost the advantage.
Right!
He had to give up, and started to examine the surroundings.
Gu Rong Ping knew that his situation was worsening, but he had no solution. Two hours ago, Wei Sheng had been covered in wounds and wavering. But after two hours, Wei Sheng was still struggling to hold on. He seemed to be able to fall at any moment, but he did not fall. Every time Gu Rong Ping felt that if he put in a bit more power, he could defeat the other, but after he put in force, he found that other than leaving a sword wound on the other's body, there was nothing else. The other could still block it.
The injuries inside his body had a great effect on him. When the ling energy inside his body moved, it was slightly sluggish. Ever since he started practicing [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], it had been a long time since he had tasted the pain of his consciousness being wounded. But in the previous two battles, even his most skilled consciousness, had not been able to avoid it.
Many of the spectators couldn't bear to keep watching. Even Tian Song Zi couldn't resist running over and asking if they should stop the battle. Pei Yuan Ran did not stop the battle, but his fists were tightly clenched, his nails digging deep into his flesh.
Wei Fei roared with laughter, "But I disagree with sanren. It is because their talent is outstanding that they need more training. Heroes are born in troubled times! Without troubled times, heroes are hard to come by! "
However, no one dared to go near the [Skyring Moon Chime Formation], and no one dared to go near the main peak.
Where was this? What was this?
At the top of the main peak, the battle between Wei Sheng and Gu Rong Ping was still continuing.
Luo Li was even more surprised. Was it Zuo Mo's friend? Was it real or fake? His mind raced as he weighed the pros and cons.
Zuo Mo suddenly shook. He knew what this was!
Everyone had a tacit understanding in their hearts, and each found a place to fight. Only Chang Heng remained where he was, raising his head to look at the rings of light above his head, deep in thought.
Zuo Mo did not pay attention to what was happening inside the formation. After making up his mind, he did not waver.
A short while later, the seventy-two child formation Skyring Moon Chime Formation was completed!
Even the judges in the Great Pine Pavilion were focused on these two battles, hoping that all the other battles would end as soon as possible.
Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw the stars.
He remembered that there were four stars hanging in the sky!
The two sides separated as soon as they made contact.
Sea of Consciousness! This was the sea of consciousness!
There were no stray thoughts in his mind, no thoughts of victory or defeat. Peaceful as one, the speed at which Zuo Mo set up the formation increased. Almost without thinking, the materials slid through his fingers, and the incantation formed naturally, smoothly and smoothly.
He stared blankly at the completed formation in front of him. He didn't dare to believe it, but he also seemed to be thinking about something.
He subconsciously reached out and grabbed the gray substance again, but again, there was nothing there.
What was this? Zuo Mo couldn't help but furrow his brow as he thought hard. He felt that he needed to find the answer.
Just at this time, the four stars suddenly started to sprinkle down dots of starlight. The starlight was like silver sand, slowly falling into the gray consciousness. However, the gray consciousness was too big, and the dots of starlight were pitifully few. But the four stars continuously sprayed out starlight, and the speed was not fast.
There was a place that looked like a little island far away under his feet. The little island was a sea of fire, countless bright red flames dancing. There was a gravestone, and a male dressed in black sitting on it. There was also a perfectly straight river. The river was very muddy, and it could only be seen that there were two different colors.
There were four stars in the sky. One of them was the brightest, and the other three were slightly dimmer.
The three sword wounds on his body were proof.
Gu Rong Ping was not well off. There were three sword wounds on his body. The three sword wounds were not deep, but a large patch of blood had soaked his chest. His sword essence was still as unrestrained and untraceable as before, but the people watching could still easily detect his weakness.
Zuo Mo didn't know what use the dots of starlight that were like silver sand suddenly had, but it was clear that his consciousness had started to change.
Chang Heng was unaffected. The yellow-faced man smiled, and Gui Feng disappeared from his spot.
Wei Sheng's vision was a patch of blood, blurry. There were countless sword wounds on his body, the blood that flowed out soaking his clothing. His features were blurred, and he became a person of blood!
Hearing this, Wu Ling Sanren laughed self-mockingly, "Brother Wei is right. I'm old, I'm really old."
He seemed to understand.
He dazedly stood in the formation, like a statue, motionless.
Zuo Mo felt as though he had fallen into an enormous grey bubble. All around him, he was filled with a strange grey substance.
This thing was like air, shapeless and intangible, Zuo Mo thought inside.
Wei Fei and Wu Ling Sanren were entranced as they watched the fight between Wei Sheng and Gu Rong Ping. It wasn't just them, all the judges of the Great Pine Pavilion were paying attention to this terrible fight. Suddenly, Wu Ling Sanren seemed to detect something. He couldn't help but turn his face, and reflexively looked at the big formation under his feet. With just this glance, his gaze froze.
The entire sea of consciousness was wrapped in this grey substance. This was completely different from what Zuo Mo had imagined before. He remembered that in the sea of consciousness, the surroundings had been a patch of black and silent void, other than the stars in the sky.
He felt that he should know, but no matter how he thought, he couldn't remember. He was slightly dazed. Nothing in the surroundings could give him any hint. His only clue was that sense of familiarity.
Before Wei Sheng fell, Gu Rong Ping found that he had unknowingly entered a difficult situation.
Wait, shapeless and intangible … …
Even though Wei Sheng had not won, but in everyone's eyes, there was only this figure covered in blood.
"En." Luo Li made a sound of surprise.
Wei Fei also had an expression of admiration, "To be able to use zhuji cultivation to block three full powered blows from Nan Men Yang, and heavily injure Zong Ming Yan, it's enough to be proud! The heavens really favor Wu Kong Sword Sect. One Wei Sheng, one Zuo Mo, no worries for a hundred years! "
Time slowly passed. The sounds of discussion became quieter. The reluctance in many people's eyes became heavier.
He was on guard, but his mouth did not hesitate in saying, "Alright, I'll pick the yellow-faced person." Even though he could not determine if it was real or fake, but from any angle, there was no harm to him.
What was this grey substance? He seemed to understand everything, but also didn't seem to understand anything.
No one was in the mood to talk.
He reached out to grab, but didn't grab anything.
In the sky, Wu Ling Sanren couldn't help but sigh, "This boy will definitely become great!"
Without the intimidation of experts, many of the xiuzhe that had been planning on hiding lost their pressure and patience. They no longer hid in the corners, and the fighting became even more intense.
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