The monk selected by Lu Qingshan is called Daoren Fang Zhang.

His name is what he feels now.

It's really panic!

Among the ten cultivators in the Zhongtian Realm, his strength ranks in the middle and lower reaches. He is no match for Lu Qingshan. What's even more unlucky is that he is still a spiritual cultivator.

It is said that the Dharma cultivator is afraid of sword cultivator, so how good can spiritual cultivator be?

The flying sword, which has a long attack distance, fast speed and great power, has always been extremely deterrent to Taoist monks.

Moreover, the sword cultivator on the opposite side is still "Sword Jue".

But no matter how panic is, Fang Zhang has no reason to be afraid of fighting. It is not a life-and-death battle, and he is afraid of being afraid of it?

Besides, it happened to be a way to see the top sword cultivator. The next time I really met the sword cultivator in a life-and-death battle, wouldn’t I have more experience in dealing with it?

There are not many opportunities to fight with top sword cultivators, because sword cultivators fight for a little while, and often either you die or I live.

After doing this, I made a profit in this battle!

Thinking of this, Taoist Fang Zhang actually brought the wind when he walked

He walked to the mountain and sea pillar with great confidence, bowed to the Qingmei King, and then looked at Lu Qingshan cautiously.

Although Lu Qingshan was very calm, Taoist Fang Zhang still felt a hint of disregard in his eyes.

Seeing this, Taoist Fang Zhang was not angry, but instead felt a little joy in his heart.

Maybe this is my chance to win?

Since ancient times, few people who underestimated the enemy ended up well.

......

A flash of inspiration, and the two were wrapped in a small boundary by mountains and sea pillars.

The seventeenth battle begins.

This time the small world is the rainstorm world.

The characteristic of this world is the continuous rainstorm.

These pouring rain will affect the monk's vision and cover up many sounds.

As soon as Taoist Fang Zhang entered the small world, he found himself in mid-air. He immediately used the escape technique to dive towards the ground.

Why?

As a spiritual cultivator, he is still foolishly flying in the sky in the face of a sword cultivator. Isn’t this a target for others to attack?

His second move was to retreat to the edge of the rainstorm world.

He is the weak side in this battle, so he should naturally act as a weak person.

Take the initiative to find Lu Qingshan’s location? It doesn’t exist.

Hurry up and find a hidden place first, then set up many barriers in advance, and wait until Lu Qingshan finds him to be the right way.

In the last battle, Lu Qingshan's strategy was already very clear, seizing the midpoint and then radiating to the surrounding area.

So if he wants to delay Lu Qingshan from finding his time as much as possible, the most correct way is to take the initiative to retreat to the edge of the small world.

Of course, although the small world is big, it is just a relatively demand for fighting, and it is actually not much bigger.

The reason is very simple.

If the small world is too large, some monks know that they are not their opponents and use the geographical advantage to play hide-and-seek, wouldn’t this battle become a farce?

Such an obvious rule loophole is naturally impossible.

Taoist Fang Zhang’s ideas can be said to be one of the best choices that can be made under such a huge gap in strength.

Fang Zhang Daoren, who has a strong ability to act, had a certain idea, so he acted quickly.

...

In front of the screen wall, the monks watching the battle were stunned.

The monks of the yellow list who participated in the competition were ridiculous because they could roughly guess what Taoist Fang Zhang thought.

As for the Nanming Hou, he even had the idea of ​​covering his face and unable to bear to look at it anymore.

Because today’s Taoist Fang Zhang is not a bit unlucky.

He chose the direction of the side...

It happened to be Lu Qingshan's direction towards the midpoint!

The visual effect presented in the eyes of the monks who can see the overall situation with the help of the screen wall is that Daoren Fang Zhang and Lu Qingshan seem to have reached a tacit understanding and hedge against each other.

Spiritual cultivation and sword cultivation play hedging?

A brave spiritual practice, I love you.

...

In the small world.

Lu Qingshan was fast and rushed towards the center of the rainstorm realm.

Unlike Taoist Fang Zhang, he did not fly close to the ground, but flew swaggeringly in the air.

High places are easy to become targets, but they are disadvantages and advantages. High places have advantages that lies in a broad field of vision.

This is a better choice for Lu Qingshan, who needs to take the initiative to find his opponent.

After less than ten breaths of flight, Lu Qingshan suddenly glanced at a small black shadow on the ground in the distance, like a mouse, fast, rushing towards him.

What's the thing?

Lu Qingshan almost didn't have time to think. It was a completely instinctive muscle reaction, and the flying sword was shot out quickly.

The moment the dragon bird was emitted by Lu Qingshan, a hot flame immediately erupted, evaporating the continuous rain into water.

The visual effect this brings is that a red light flashes between the sky and the earth, and behind the red light, an extremely long and tangible air belt is pulled out, like the small tail of a comet.

Saw!

Taoist Fang Zhang, who was still flying around the ground and trying to stick to the edge, only reacted after Lu Qingshan fired a half breath from the flying sword.

He strangely knew where the hissing sound he heard came from, so he subconsciously looked up.

That blazing red, proudly raining curtain filled his eyes.

That is the sword light driven by the terrifying flying sword that is infinitely close to the sword's thunder and fire.

But in the eyes of Taoist Fang Zhang, it was not like a flying sword, but more like a meteorite from the sky.

Just one breath made a breath that Taoist Fang Zhang could not let go of many years later.

Under the witness of tens of thousands of monks, the yellow-list monk Fang Zhang Daoren, before he even saw Lu Qingshan, had already turned around and disappeared, and appeared outside the rainstorm world.

On the other side, Lu Qingshan, who fired the flying sword, also found that the small world had darkened and a light of inspiration, and he and the dragon bird were already in front of the mountain and sea pillars.

"The 17th battle, the Eastern Region wins." The voice of the Qingmei King came.

"Why did I lose?" Fang Zhang Daoren was puzzled

"Why did I win?" Lu Qingshan was confused.

In front of the mountain and sea pillar, the two parties looked at each other, and similar doubts flashed in their eyes.

After a moment, Lu Qingshan reacted first, speechless, "The black shadow I just saw running on the ground is the person on the other side?"

Taoist Fang Zhang gradually realized that the red light he had seen before should be Lu Qingshan's flying sword...

This is the shortest time-consuming battle ever since the Dojo competition.

The interval between the two people entering the small realm and leaving the small realm is no more than ten breaths.

What's even more ridiculous is that the two fighting were clearly decided, but they didn't even see the whole picture of each other.

Lu Qingshan saw at least a dark shadow in the heavy rain, while Taoist Fang Zhang was completely blinded and lost in a daze.

...

The defeated Taoist Fang Zhang retreated back dejectedly.

Lu Qingshan, who had only used one sword and almost lost much spiritual power, took out a spiritual condensation pill from the storage ring this time and began to recover his spiritual consciousness silently.

Seeing this scene, the monks from the Five Realms who were still funny looked at Taoist Fang Zhang, and something was wrong.

I wanted to expect you to spend more Lu Qingshan's state, but you were so unsuccessful that not only did you not consume his spiritual power, but you also gave him two hours to recover from his state in vain?

Even the monks from Zhongtian Realm looked at Taoist Fang Zhang with a very grievance.

At this moment, even if Taoist Fang Zhang was determined, he would inevitably feel wronged in the complaining eyes of the monks in the same camp.

I'm so unlucky, do you blame me?

Do you think I'm willing?
Chapter completed!