PS: Brute, we're old acquaintances. Take it easy, you'll get killed!
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Lou Xiaoyi was in a small space. He felt that not only was his spiritual connection with the cultivators outside cut off, he couldn't even sense his other eight companions. The mysteries of space were not something he could understand at the moment.
He felt that his celestial powers were not affected at all. This was what he was most concerned about. If the celestial powers in this space were to be obstructed, there was no need to fight. He could just admit defeat!
The space in front of him began to loosen. He knew that this was a sign that the first battle was about to begin. He squeezed his body forward, and under the guidance of the starlight, he passed through the center of the spherical space. He continued to move forward with the Four Seasons Spear. In the next moment, the Four Seasons Spear found its target.
The cultivator opposite him was the indigenous cultivator of the Three Pure Ones. He was also the weakest among the cultivators of the Three Pure Ones. The reason he participated in this battle was not because of his strength, but because he was using his identity!
As a cultivator of the Three Pure Ones, even if his strength was average, he knew that the Swordsman liked to take the initiative. They were fast, and their flying swords were fast. It was almost certain that they would attack first. It was difficult for a spell cultivator to fight for the first strike!
He didn't pursue this. In the small space, he put on seven or eight sets of defensive spells, talismans, magic weapons, spells, and even a spiritual pet!
Once the space opened, he tried his best to fight forward. He knew that even if he couldn't win against the Swordsman, he had to. The further he fought, the more room he had to maneuver. Otherwise, if he was pressed against the walls of the space, he wouldn't be able to fight.
Before entering the arena space, Martial Uncle Jindan had already told him that his first battle was to put on a show to show the origin of the matter. He just had to admit defeat after a few rounds. It was to fight for a sense of existence, and he was a representative of the indigenous people's rights.
But he had his own pride. How could he surrender without a fight? Especially when the opponent was only a mid-stage cultivator!
So his idea was to fight first. If he could fight, he would fight and try to win. If he admitted defeat after realizing that he was no match for the Swordsman, there were still elders of the Three Pure Ones outside. They would be able to see clearly if there was anything wrong with the Swordsman. So, it was very safe!
It was a simple idea, but once he stepped out of the small space, he was hit in the head! Because he realized that all his defenses were gone!
This was another ancillary function of the small space. It was also for the sake of fairness. Only when a cultivator entered the large space to fight could they begin to buff themselves, set up defenses, and throw attacks. They didn't have to carry a turtle shell into the large space!
He didn't know! He was not a spell cultivator who specialized in battle, so his experience in this area was limited. His mental fortitude was even more limited. His uncle-master had never mentioned this to him.
In a fluster, his body was still flying forward according to his previous thoughts. Then, he hurriedly set up a defense for himself. At this moment, he was locked on by the flying sword.
It was only now that he discovered that he had rushed forward a bit too fiercely. Or, it could be said that his opponent had rushed forward even more fiercely. In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides had closed to less than 3000 feet. In the next moment, the Four Seasons arrived before him!
He shouldn't have rushed! Realizing that he didn't have any defensive spells, he shouldn't have rushed. He should have moved along the walls of the space to add a few more layers of protection. Even if he admitted defeat, at least he would have time to shout!
He only had time to cast four or five layers of defense, and the casting speed was still the fastest, but it was also the most unreliable. Under the sharp flying sword, it did not even have the effect of slowing down the enemy before it was pierced through in one strike, piercing through his heart …
Lou Xiaoyi stretched out his hand, intending to swing his sword and add another blow. However, he did not expect that this guy, who had rushed over aggressively, was completely useless upon contact. The Sword Qi that burst out when the flying sword pierced through directly blew a big hole in his heart. How could he add another blow?
He didn't even touch his sword. Instead, he took out a stick of sugar-coated haws to knock him out. This guy really had a lot of blood.
There was almost no process to this attack! It reduced the dazzling battles of the Cultivation World to the point where it was boring. It was like a street thug running over and smashing a scholar who had just woken up with a brick.
The crowd didn't quite react. They thought it was the beginning, but it was the end. They had just sat down on the bench and reached for the sunflower seeds, and it was already over?
"Return to your space! The next round will start from the small space again! "
Taiyi Jin Dan's expression didn't change. It was impossible to tell which side he was leaning towards! The nature of his space made it so that the two auxiliary functions didn't favor either side!
Scattered Gods were disadvantageous to a Swordsman's Indiscriminate Destruction. However, they could only activate their offensive and defensive spells inside the space, which was very advantageous to a fast Swordsman. This was because a Swordsman relied on two things to fight, speed and flying swords! On the other hand, a spell cultivator was much more troublesome. A series of talismans, a series of magic tools and spiritual treasures, and a series of spells. Unless one could use them instantaneously, it was very difficult to use all of them in front of a fast Swordsman!
Of course, nothing was absolute. On one hand, Lou Xiaoyi's speed was too fast, and he didn't pause to switch to sword riding mode. On the other hand, this native cultivator was a little slow. His speed was slow, and his spell casting was even slower. Normally, it wouldn't be obvious, but in this critical moment, being slow was a sin!
Lou Xiaoyi flew back while licking the sugar-coated haws. It wasn't that he had to act like this! It was that he had to borrow something to cover up his awkwardness of fainting at the sight of so many people. What was the best cover? It was the perverted and bloodthirsty sugar-coated haws! He had to pull everyone's impression of him away from fainting at the sight of blood and change it into a psychopathic demon!
Once people found out about his fainting at the sight of blood, they would have the best way to deal with him. One person would bait him with injuries, while the other would kill him! Or even spit out blood himself, or use a similar blood dao technique!
The sugar-coated haws were just right. It could reduce the duration of fainting at the sight of blood, and it could also create the illusion of a pervert, killing two birds with one stone.
The Kun Dao side won the first round. Although the process was astonishingly fast, it didn't exceed the predictions of the people below. They were all non-elite cultivators from various sects. The Three Pure Ones had other missions, while the Wei Sword Mountain's Swordsman was a middle stage cultivator. The two of them were evenly matched, but it was obvious that the Swordsman was better at fighting, so it wasn't surprising that the spell cultivator was defeated so easily!
Only the Three Pure Ones and the other two Golden Core Stage cultivators were able to see this clearly. This was because they knew that the five layers of defense of this native cultivator were not as stable as a mountain, but it was enough for a middle stage Foundation Establishment Stage sword cultivator!
"The Swordsman's sword is very strong!"
The leader, Jin Dan, had a serious expression.
Another Jin Dan comforted, "Senior Brother, don't worry. The remaining eight disciples won't make such a low-level mistake! As long as he can withstand the Swordsman's first three strikes, he won't be able to hold on for long!
However, that fellow Daoist from Tai Yi is sitting on the fence. He didn't tell us all about the additional functions of this space! "
The leader, Jin Dan, had an ashen expression. He was the one who found Tai Yi, and he had some friendship with him. It was obvious that he had been tricked. This Daoist Tai Yi didn't side with either side from the start. He chose to sit on the fence between the Three Pure Ones and the Xuanyuan!
He had already agreed to the Three Pure Ones' request, what more do you want? I can't tell you all about the secrets of this space, right?
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