Chapter 9 A close battle

Author: Mebian

Chapter 9 A close battle

The man stared at Li Bei speechlessly for a long time, and then he slowly smiled. The spiritual energy around his body no longer restrained, and the coercion he exuded wantonly proved that he was actually a sixth-level body-refining stage cultivator.

Li Bei thought to strike first to gain the upper hand and took the lead in twisting the tactics.

The man waved his hand casually, and the light golden spiritual breath came over. The two spiritual breaths collided loudly, intertwined and collided.

I saw that the green spiritual energy gradually lost its luster, and finally shattered, making the golden color even more dazzling.

Jin Kemu.

Li Bei frowned, her nature was suppressed, her chest was suppressed by something, as if she was about to explode with sadness.

"It seems that Libei will lose this game." Someone in the audience sighed.

Mo Nianqing kept his eyes on the woman on the stage, thinking: "I believe she must have a way."

"Why are you spying on me?"

Li Bei did not take action rashly, but tried to delay as much time as possible to recover his spiritual energy.

Unfortunately, in the presence of high-level gold cultivators, the recovery of wood spiritual energy is extremely slow.

"You are the strongest among everyone except me, I'm just curious." The man said slowly.

"I didn't expect you to be of the wood type. God help me."

After the man finished speaking, he held his weapons out of thin air and flew towards Libei.

In the blink of an eye, the two had fought dozens of moves, and the collision of spiritual breaths was accompanied by the sound of golden swords.

The two of them are strong and soft, and the tension is so strong that the audience seems to be watching a wonderful dance.

Li Bei's attacks are dense and fast, just because she was once a strong person with metal spiritual roots. She knows that metal attacks are strong but recovery is slow!

You have to catch every cooldown period of his skills.

Seeing the woman's attack extending like a shower, it was difficult for the man to resist.

So he restrained his attacks and no longer struck easily.

Li Bei smiled secretly, took out a teleportation talisman from his arms, and appeared behind the man in an instant.

Green light exploded!

The man couldn't dodge and rolled away in a panic, with a bloody gash on his back.

His eyes flashed fiercely, and he threw out the golden blades, piercing Li Bei's body with all of them.

He was overjoyed, but saw that Li Bei was broken into pieces, and what was hit was just a shadow!

The real Libei seems to melt into the air.

For a long time, there was only one man standing alone on the ring, the wind was blowing softly.

There was a cold look in the corner of the man's eyes: "Mysterious!"

He stood still, took out a weapon like a dark Zen staff, clasped his hands together, and shouted: "Grudges ring the bell!"

It was getting dark, the wind was blowing, and countless ghost hands that were ready to move stretched out from the ground and rushed towards an open space.

The seemingly deserted open space actually bloomed with green splendor, and it was Li Bei who was forced to take action.

"What kind of trick is this? It's so weird!" everyone in the audience exclaimed.

The old man in the center of the stands in the distance had a kind face. Seeing this, he raised his eyelids slightly and said "ha": "It's a small trick."

Li Bei was entangled in his trousers by the ghost's hand and couldn't move for a moment.

The man's mouth curled up when he saw this: "Admit defeat."

As soon as he took a step, there was a bright red light on the ground, which vaguely resembled a formation.

Countless complex symbols seemed to come alive, standing up like little figures, holding hands and circling around the man.

Li Bei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, suppressed his physical discomfort, and smiled.

She frowned and waved, and the ghost hand immediately turned into endless black smoke and dispersed.

Li Bei: "You have thought of me for so long, are you playing hide and seek with me?"

The man threw out his spiritual breath, but it only made the red light stronger. There were more and more villains, and the colorful and complicated patterns on their bodies were dazzling.

The man couldn't move out of the formation. After a while, he lost his mind and started hacking and smashing in the formation. His eyes were red, and the scattered spiritual energy caused the bricks and stones of the arena to fly.

Li Bei watched the man going crazy with cold eyes. When the man fell to the ground, she was about to lift her feet, but put them down carefully.

Sure enough, the man jumped up. He was pretending to be dead!

…

When the red light slowly extinguished, Li Bei squatted down and patted the unconscious man's cheek.

"Hey, are you dead?"

The man showed no reaction.

Once the spirit binding array locks a living creature, it will be automatically unlocked when it has no ability to fight back.

Wu Yu, who taught Li Bei the formation, was a descendant of the prehistoric god clan. Li Bei was saved by her when he narrowly escaped death and had this opportunity.

"In the third round of competition, Libei wins!"

The audience was like a swarm of rats sprinkled with boiling water, chattering but she couldn't hear half of the words clearly.

Drawing this needle requires nourishment from essence and blood, which is extremely taxing on the body!

Li Bei desperately needed a rest, but his feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. As he walked down the stage, he tripped over his left foot and fell into Mo Nianqing's arms.

"You are amazing Libei."

His expression was as gentle as water, "Go to sleep, I'll take you back."

Li Bei's eyes met and he lost all consciousness.

Even with the suppression of spiritual roots, he was able to succeed in a level-up battle. If it weren't for the powerful Libei plug-in, he would probably have failed.

The old man in the stands looked slightly moved as he watched Mo Nianqing hug Li Bei until he disappeared from his sight.

He murmured: "What a good seedling."

The old man disappeared on the spot.

"Cold, so cold."

Li Bei frowned tightly, and in a daze, she returned to the Western Wilderness Icefield.

Xie Xuanhui left her there alone for several months in order to strengthen her will.

At that time, Libei was only a second-level cultivator, and there were many monsters and beasts in the ice field, often forming groups.

But if we don't take action, we will only starve to death.

She trembled with her hands and transformed into a green bud.

When the ice deer was about to bite the branch, the young shoots turned into chains and shrank rapidly.

In fact, Xie Xuanhui didn't mean to do it. He originally wanted to leave her alone for a few days and then pick her back up.

But the original map of the ice changes at any time, the scenery is also unpredictable, and there are fatal crises everywhere.

Xie Xuanhui searched for her in the snow for a month. When he found her, her clothes were dirty and she had a tattered animal skin on her back. She was lying on the ice deer's neck like a grasshopper, greedily sucking the last mouthful of blood.

The two looked at each other, and Xie Xuanhui didn't know what to say for a moment.

Li Bei's eyes were colder than the wasteland: "Are you here to pick me up?"

In reality, Xie Xuanhui took her away, but in this nightmare that he couldn't wake up from, Xie Xuanhui just looked at her:

"You're not strong enough."

He disappeared on the spot.

Li Bei panicked and wanted to grab his sleeve, but the sleeve slipped through his fingers, leaving only a sky full of ice and snow in front of him.

"Don't go."

Li Bei murmured.

Mo Nianqing, who was getting a warm patch, quickly leaned down: "What did you say? Li Bei?"

The girl frowned, her face was pale, her lips were peeling, and she looked a bit fragile.

Mo Nianqing felt an inexplicable pain in his heart.

Li Bei didn't know it at all and only gasped slightly: "Don't leave me."

"Xie Xuanhui."

The warm patch in Mo Nianqing's hand fell to the ground. He staggered back and accidentally rolled the patch to his feet.

He just woke up from a dream, quickly picked it up, carefully brushed off the dust, and still placed it on Li Bei's forehead.

But the fever in Libei continued until dusk, and Mo Nianqing had no intention of thinking about anything else, so he raised his head and decided to call the doctor again.

But he bumped into an old man.

The old man had meticulous hair and beard, firm skin, and was not angry or intimidating. He was as tall as Mo Nianqing.

He didn't even look at Mo Nianqing: "Where are you going?"
Chapter completed!