Bi Yan's face showed a look of disdain, but his heart was extremely shocked. Just now, taking advantage of Li Beifei's distraction, he wanted to knock him off the stage with one punch. Therefore, although that punch didn't use his full strength, it already used 80% of his power.
Looking at his figure, you can tell that he is also someone who likes body refining. Even a saint-level first realm monster would be blown apart by his 80% power punch, but Li Beifei only took a dozen steps back, and there wasn't even a scratch on his body. This shocked him and made him a little distressed.
The ancestor said that he could use any means necessary. Why didn't he use his full strength just now? Now, the Nine Sword Prince is only ten feet away from the edge of the ring. If he had used his full strength just now, even if the Nine Sword Prince's physical strength was stronger, he would have been pushed off the ring.
In the arena competition, falling off the arena naturally means losing.
"Alas, what a pity. If that kid Bi Yan had put down his airs and not worried so much, and had used his full strength from the start, he might have won."
The Immortal King Long Qing's tone was full of regret, but everyone else looked at him speechlessly. Could you please restrain that gloating smile on your face?
Immortal King Long Qing not only didn't restrain himself, but became even more exaggerated. Anyway, he knew he had no chance, especially since Long San was knocked down with one punch. Since his chance was gone, then everyone else's chance was gone, so he was naturally happy.
Although they have known each other for tens of millions of years and are old friends who know each other well.
But there is a very clichéd saying in the cultivation world. It is said that this sentence came from the mortal world. The original saying is no longer known, but the adapted version is still widely circulated.
This sentence is called "Hoping your brother is doing well, but fearing that your brother is doing better than you."
"Another descendant of an Immortal King, are you acquainted with Bing Yun?"
Li Beifei patted the area where he was punched and then looked at Bi Yan.
"Bing Yun?"
Bi Yan's eyes widened. They all call her Fairy Bing Yun. Why do you call her Bing Yun?
At this moment, a fire ignited in Bi Yan's heart. This fire was called "jealousy".
He was jealous that Li Beifei could win the heart of Fairy Bing Yun, he was jealous that Li Beifei could call her "Bing Yun", he was jealous that Li Beifei had received Fairy Bing Yun's(冰云: Bing Yun) confession, and this arrogant guy actually rejected it.
"Go to hell!"
Bi Yan shouted angrily, his body bathed in a burst of immortal light. He raised his fist, which was almost as big as Li Beifei's head, and slammed it towards Li Beifei.
"Boom!"
A huge sound of air being torn apart resounded throughout the heavens and earth. This punch, Bi Yan showed absolutely no mercy, and directly shattered the space.
Seeing this, Li Beifei's eyes narrowed, and a sword intent flashed across his body, but the next moment, a person who looked exactly like him appeared in front of him. This person used his hand as a sword, and unleashed a vast sword energy, surging towards the fist.
"Rumble!"
A loud noise fell, and the arena trembled, and the person Li Beifei condensed directly dissipated.
On the high platform, Gu Changsheng, who was about to bring the wine pot to his mouth, stopped his movements. He looked at Li Beifei with a surprised expression.
"This kid, actually thought of this step."
The figure just now was formed by Li Beifei's sword intent.
Sword intent substance, naturally, it is not simply condensing the sword intent into a sword that is called sword intent substance. If this is the case, then sword intent substance would not be the lifelong pursuit of most sword cultivators.
Sword intent substance refers to being able to turn one's sword intent into anything that truly exists, so the more imaginative a person is, the more they can exert the power of sword intent substance.
Among Li Beifei, Liu Yanran, and Liu Yuran, the most talented is of course Li Beifei, but in terms of imagination, ten Li Beifeis cannot compare to Liu Yuran.
Originally, Gu Changsheng wanted to give this rebellious disciple some pointers later, but he didn't expect that he himself had realized this step. Although Li Beifei is usually very rebellious, Gu Changsheng would also feel gratified if he had any achievements.
No matter how rebellious a rebellious disciple is, he is still his own disciple.
"Dad, what was that just now?"
Yao Xian also noticed the figure, but she didn't know much about sword cultivators, so she asked Yao Tianchen.
At this time, Yao Tianchen's eyes were full of admiration. After hearing Yao Xian's question, he explained: "That is a clone condensed by his own sword intent."
"Sword intent can also condense a clone?" Yao Xian opened her mouth in surprise.
Yao Tianchen nodded and said: "Ordinary sword intent is naturally impossible, but the Nine Sword Prince's cultivation in the sword dao has surpassed most sword cultivators, even some sword cultivators in the True Immortal Realm are not as good as him in the cultivation of the sword dao."
"Sword intent substance, it is indeed magical. The condensed clone is not an ordinary clone, but a physical clone. If there is no fatal damage, as long as the main body does not die, the clone can exist forever."
Speaking of the end, Yao Tianchen's face was still full of admiration.
"So that's how it is. Gu Changsheng is still a very powerful sword cultivator!"
Yao Xian thought to herself, Li Beifei is Gu Changsheng's disciple, and the disciple is so powerful with the sword, then the master must be even more powerful.
This is common sense in the cultivation world.
Yao Xian's thinking is correct, but Gu Changsheng doesn't play with swords, but instead plays well with knives that are at odds with swords.
However, if Yao Xian's opinion is known by Gu Changsheng, it is not impossible for him to guest star as a sword cultivator, after all, he has already reached the realm of one dao leading to all daos.
Bi Yan, who was in the midst of the battle, did not know that he had just faced Li Beifei's sword intent clone, so he thought that he had blocked Li Beifei's sword with his full strength, and his heart was greatly shaken.
"Your sword is nothing more than this," Bi Yan said contemptuously.
In the pavilion, the enchantress cursed: "This big fool, he's complacent after breaking a clone's attack. Sister Bing Yun, it's a good thing you rejected him."
Big fool?
The rest of the people couldn't help but laugh. It is estimated that only the enchantress would recklessly give people nicknames. It can only be said that she is worthy of being a enchantress, routine normal output.
Bing Yun saw that the enchantress had led the topic to herself again, and gave her a helpless look. She had just been rejected by the Nine Sword Prince, although she accepted it calmly, it was impossible not to feel lost inside.
She was very curious about what kind of woman would make the Nine Sword Prince never forget. If there was a chance, she really wanted to get to know her.
Although the enchantress acts strangely, she has a very delicate personality. She could feel the loss in Bing Yun's(冰云: Bing Yun) heart, and couldn't help but persuade: "Sister Bing Yun, there are plenty of fish in the sea, why bother loving only one flower? It's his loss that the Nine Sword Prince rejected you. Hmph, if he knew how much help you could give him, he would definitely regret it to the point of crying."
" enchantress sister," Bing Yun glared at the enchantress and told her not to continue.
"Understood, understood, I won't tell anyone else," the enchantress nodded repeatedly.
Because of the peculiarity of her eyes, she saw through Bing Yun's(冰云: Bing Yun) sealed physique.
Bing Yun glanced at the others, and seeing that they were all focused on the arena, she also breathed a sigh of relief.
Facing Bi Yan's ridicule, Li Beifei didn't respond in any way, but was savoring the feeling of condensing sword intent into a clone just now.
He felt that what he had done just now was not good enough, it was very rough, otherwise the strength of the clone would not only be 80% of his own.
The strength of the sword intent clone should not be worse than the main body.
How can the clone be perfected?
Thinking about it, Li Beifei became engrossed again!
