Lu Jiuyuan stood in the golden field, feeling the pressure coming from all directions.
The pressure was like a big invisible hand, trying to suppress his spiritual power and restrict his actions.
His brows wrinkled slightly, not because he was under too much pressure, but because this feeling was new.
The field of the Douluo Continent is different from the formation of Zhu Xian World.
The formation borrows the power of heaven and earth, and the domain is the externalization of one's own power, which is purer and more domineering.
Not bad.
He praised it secretly in his heart.
Qian Renxue didn't give him more time.
She held the sword in both hands, and the golden light on Angel Holy Sword became brighter and brighter, like a burning star.
The six wings behind her flapped simultaneously, and the whole person rose into the air, suspended in the golden light curtain.
"Angel--Judgment!"
Qian Renxue's voice no longer had the cold texture before, but carried a sacred majesty that seemed to come from the nine heavens.
The light on Angel Holy Sword reached its extreme at this moment, and the entire golden field was trembling.
A golden beam of light that penetrated the heaven and earth shot out from the tip of the sword. It was several times thicker and stronger than the sword in the first game.
The shadows of angels were faintly seen flying in the light pillar, and hymns were echoing. The power seemed to tear the entire void battlefield apart.
Lu Jiuyuan raised his head and looked at the golden light beam.
Although Qian Renxue and Angel Judgment have amazing momentum, in his eyes, they are just kids wielding a sledgehammer.
Chengying Sword lay horizontally in front of him, with the sword held straight at shoulder height. Lu Jiuyuan closed his eyes and opened them again.
The calmness in his eyes disappeared at this moment, replaced by a sharp edge that seemed to be able to cut through everything.
That edge was not released deliberately, but seeped out from his bones, like a sword that had been hidden for a long time and finally came out of its sheath.
"The heaven and earth are vast, and righteousness will last forever, not for Zhu Xian, but for Ghost-Slaying Slash!"
His voice was not loud, but in the golden field, every word was clearly transmitted to Qian Renxue's ears.
Qian Renxue's eyes contracted slightly. This was not the defense or dodge she expected, but a sword technique she had never seen before.
Every word of that spell was like a hammer hitting the golden realm she had built, creating cracks.
The Chengying Sword in Lu Jiuyuan's hand has changed.
It was no longer the long sword that was blue and as thin as a cicada's wings, but turned into a blue-purple light.
In that light, there were thunder and lightning jumping, the wind howling, and some kind of primitive power awakening when the world first opened.
His robes were blown by the air waves, and his long hair was flying in the strong wind, but his body remained motionless.
"Ghost-Slaying Slash."
Three words, an understatement.
Chengying Sword chopped down.
There is no earth-shattering momentum like Qian Renxue, no golden beam of light, no shadow of an angel, only a blue-purple sword light.
The sword light was as thin as a hair and as light as a feather, almost exactly the same as the sword he used to break Angel Judgment in the first game.
But Qian Renxue felt the difference.
That sword strike in the first game was an understatement.
This sword is as heavy as its weight.
That sword light, as thin as a hair, contained power that she could not imagine.
Not brute force, not spiritual power, but some kind of more essential and pure power.
That kind of power is like a mountain, it doesn't look big, but when you really face it, you realize how small you are.
The purple sword glow collided with the golden light beam.
There is no sound.
There was no explosion.
There was no earth-shattering movement like I imagined.
There was only a ray of light as thin as a hair, cutting through the center of the golden light pillar, like a red-hot knife cutting into butter.
The golden beam of light split from the middle, not exploded, but cut open, cleanly and without any sloppiness.
The crack was as smooth as a mirror, and there was not even a trace of the runaway spiritual power.
Qian Renxue's eyes reflected the blue-purple sword light.
It grew bigger and brighter in her pupils, like an approaching meteor.
She wanted to hide, but her body wouldn't obey.
It was not because of fear, but because of the power contained in that sword light that made her body's instincts disobey.
The sword light stopped three inches in front of her.
The golden light pillar completely dissipated, Angel Domain collapsed in an instant, and those flying Angel Phantom turned into golden light spots all over the sky, like a golden snow.
Qian Renxue stood on the same spot, Angel Holy Sword still maintained the chopping posture, but her hands were shaking. Her face was as pale as paper, and there was no trace of blood on her lips.
His heavy chest was heaving violently, and every time he took a breath, there was a tearing pain in his chest.
A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, slid down his chin, and dripped on the golden war skirt.
She lost.
Total loss.
After winning two out of three games, she lost two games in a row.
In the first game, she comforted herself by saying that she didn't use her full strength. In the second game, she used her full strength, including Angel Domain, and even hit her strongest blow.
What then?
He was split open by someone's sword, cleanly and without any suspense.
The man's sword light stopped three inches in front of her. If it were another three inches forward, she would no longer be standing.
In the live broadcast, the barrage was quiet for a moment. Then it poured out like a flood that burst a dam.
[Yan Lingji: The group leader won!!!]
[Mai Shiranui: So awesome, but Qian Renxue is also awesome!!!]
[Zi Nu: That sword move made me feel the pressure through the screen.]
[Yun Yun: The group leader is much stronger than I thought.]
[Medusa: Hmm.]
[Feng Qing'er: Qian Renxue lost? So quickly?]
There is a hint of disbelief in Feng Qing'er's message.
When she challenged Lu Jiuyuan, although she also lost, she at least lasted a few rounds.
Qian Renxue was defeated in two rounds, and the second round was a complete defeat. His strongest attack was broken by someone's sword, leaving him no room to fight back.
Bibi Dong did not speak.
Her profile picture was on, and on the other end of the screen, her eyes fell on Qian Renxue's pale face, and on the bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth. The corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, showing no hint of happiness or anger.
In the void battlefield, Qian Renxue stood there, motionless.
Golden light spots were still falling, falling on her hair, on her shoulders, and on the hand holding her sword.
The light on Angel Holy Sword has completely dissipated, and the once glorious holy sword is now dim, like an ordinary piece of iron.
"I lost." Qian Renxue's voice was very soft, almost inaudible. She raised her head and looked at the man opposite who sheathed his sword.
There was no pride, no sarcasm, or even too much excitement on his expression. There was only a calm gentleness that seemed to say, "You played well."
That kind of gentleness made her feel more uncomfortable than the ridicule.
"You are very strong." Qian Renxue's voice was a little hoarse, "Stronger than anyone I have ever seen."
Lu Jiuyuan looked at her pale face and the bloodshot eyes at the corners of her mouth, and was silent for a moment.
"You are not weak either. At this age, you are already very good."
Qian Renxue smiled bitterly.
Not bad?
In front of him, the word "not bad" sounded like a sarcasm.
But she didn't refute because he was right.
She is indeed good, but only good.
Compared with him, it's too far behind.