Chapter 3472: The Wind of Recovery

Yiyi stepped to the side, the figure dodged, and the wind blade flew past his face.

It seems dangerous and dangerous, but in fact, it is easy to dodge in one step, and it is determined that it is not so capable if it is replaced by other talents of the same level.

The graceful figure inadvertently appeared not far behind Yiyi.

bang... bang... bang... bang...

With a wave of his big hand, countless wind blades came like a dance.

"I see how much you can hide."

A pure moonlight burst out from Yiyi's body, shaking all the incoming wind blades away.

Feng Yini held it with one hand, and the blasted wind blade turned into a layer of phantom sound, divided into nine.

In an instant, the wind blades that were dancing densely became dense, like the shadow of the wind.

"Appeared." On the viewing stage, all Tianjiao looked shocked.

"One of Qiong Yuzong's most powerful means, Fengying Fantasy Dance."

"Every wind blade is ethereal, and its speed is better than space shuttle, so that opponents can't detect it, and it can't be avoided."

"Each wind blade is locked by aura, and the nine winds overlap, killing the enemy violently and invisible."

"I heard that the young sect master has defeated a powerhouse at the peak of the sixth level of the monarchy."

"This saintess has a fifth-level cultivation base of the Sovereign Realm, and her cultivation base is not as good, how can she stop it?"

Amidst the chatter around, the aura in the competition platform instantly ran wild.

Countless wind blades that were smashed open, bombarded from all directions at a more terrifying speed and a more terrifying number.

How can Yiyi stop?

Feng Yanni smiled confidently, "Just like in the past, vulnerable to a single blow."

On the eighth palace viewing stage, the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he whispered to himself, "This little trick is just a joke."

really.

On the competition stage, Yiyi's figure moved mysteriously, with a graceful figure, light and agile, and easily moved through the dense wind blades.

The moonlight is surging, pure white and flawless, like an elves under the moon.

It seems that the wind blades are dense and unmatched in power, but Yiyi managed to dodge easily.

The figure moved again and again, and the distance between the body and the wind blade was not different, not even the slightest bit.

This means that the battle is completely under her control.

"Hide?" Feng Yanni smiled disdainfully.

"The wind and shadow stack the blades, never die, never stop before hitting, and never dissipate."

"As long as you dodge, you will only be defeated when you are exhausted."

"My ethereal wind blade can seriously injure you with just one stroke. If the nine winds are all in the shadows, you, the saint girl of the Holy Moon Sect, will fall on the spot."

"Perhaps." Feng Yanni had already put her hands on her shoulders, as if victory was in her hands, waiting for Yiyi to lose.

"You can be thrown out of the competition stage with a serious injury, just like in the past."

Around the competition platform, there are fire clan restrictions.

As long as the opponent leaves the range of the competition platform, all attacks will be blocked by the fire clan.

Of course, that also represents the defeat of the opponent.

In the endless wind blade, Yiyi frowned lightly, moved the dodging figure, and stopped abruptly.

"Can't you find death?" Feng Yini narrowed her eyes.

swoosh swish...

The wind blades in all directions fell instantly, and with a roar, Yiyi was completely drowned.

But at the same time, wow…

A pure moonlight burst forth.

With Yiyi as the center, in all directions, all purifications, including these wind blades.

The wind blade disintegrated and disintegrated in an instant, without any damage to Yiyi.

"Let's get real, I'm in a hurry." Yiyi spit out a sentence indifferently.

On the eight halls viewing platform,

Xiao Yi secretly laughed.

This seems to be the mantra that he always kept on his lips when he was walking alone in the past.

"You... mad." Feng Yanni's face turned cold, a little ugly.

She could never have imagined that the opponent she defeated with one move back then was so powerful today.

"In a hurry? Good." Feng Yan's pretty face was cold, "I'll make you lose faster."

"Vacuum, Silent."

bang...

The huge competition stage was raging in an instant.

The astonishing wind-attribute aura ran wild at an extremely fast speed.

Yiyi frowned slightly.

Is it the same method again?

After a few breaths, the violent wind did not devour her, but instead poured out between the flood and the berserk.

wow...boom...

The gust of wind that was in the competition stage instantly spread in all directions, and then flooded the competition stage, making a roar.

In the competition stage, it instantly became a vacuum.

It was those strong winds that exhausted the air inside, and then the strong winds were blocked in all directions, so that even half of the air could not flow in.

Yiyi's brows were suddenly furrowed.

It is not difficult for a warrior to hold his breath.

When a warrior goes to the sky and enters the sea, the sky is already cold and windy, the air is thin, and it is impossible to breathe in the sea, but the warrior is still fine.

It stands to reason that such means should be nothing.

However, Yiyi's frown at the moment represented the difficulty of the situation.

An inexplicable feeling of suffocation began to arise.

As Yiyi stepped out, she felt physically uncomfortable, and her suffocation became more and more intense.

"How do you feel about suffocation?" Feng Yan sneered.

"The feeling of death like silence is very painful."

"I'll help you slow down a bit."

wow…

On Feng Yanni's body, the wind breath broke out again.

A gentle wind blows all the way.

The wind passed, and all the raging turned into peace.

The red-hot earth of the Fire Clan has become rich in vitality, and the soil is warm and soft.

At the speed visible to the naked eye, the earth and mountains were full of flowers, and the grass was vigorous and long.

The scorching competition platform has instantly become a wonderful place with a hundred flowers blooming and green grass.

This wind is the wind of life.

This wind is the wind of recovery.

Xiao Yi's face was startled on the eighth palace viewing stage.

"The wind of Sen Luo?"

"No, the outbreak of vitality is even more so than Sen Luo's law. This is the wind of recovery."

In terms of the richness of vitality, this wind of vitality is even more than Sen Luo's law.

Sen Luo's Law is a symbol of martial arts, but it is also one of the six balances, and it is necessary to combine the six balances to exert its true power.

This vitality wind is definitely a symbol of martial arts, and it is far stronger than Sen Luo's law.

This is definitely a way of life that is several levels higher than the Law of Senluo.

Of the eight sect masters, especially the eight young sect masters, none of them were ordinary people.

On the competition stage.

The mountains were full of flowers and the green grass was full of green grass, Yiyi's eyes were a little blurry.

The wind blew past, as if stroking his whole body.

That kind of feeling like a spring breeze makes people feel comfortable and comfortable, makes people feel soft and sleepy, and just wants to fall down and sleep quietly.

Especially when he was still in that uncomfortable suffocation a moment ago, but now he is feeling relaxed and comfortable.

In the contrast between these two diametrically opposed feelings, the sense of sleepiness soared to the extreme in an instant.

"If you're tired, go to sleep."

The ethereal sound of the wind, floating among the flowers and plants, entered Yiyi's ears.

The Eighth Temple is on the stage.

"Fantasy?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.

"No, it's not an illusion, but it's better than an illusion, better than an illusion."

Illusions are just illusory.

But this wind of recovery only burst out the exhaustion in the deepest heart of the soul, and it is real.

This is more terrifying than the illusion.

On the competition stage, Yiyi's figure slowly lay on her back.

The corners of her charming mouth grinned with disdain, she was going to win.

But, right at this moment.

Yiyi's figure lying on her back suddenly stopped.

Those blurred and tired eyes instantly flashed with a hint of majesty and coldness, just like before. .

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