Zongman: Is this how it’s sewn?

Chapter 389 385. Luo Feng loses, Zhang Zhiwei wins

The stellar arena slowly rose in the quantum cloud, and seventy-two energy beams divided the battlefield into a celestial star array.

Luo Feng was hovering in the Xun position on the Dark Cloud Shuttle, and the divine weapon in his hand suddenly made a sharp buzzing sound. The opponent opposite him, who was wearing a bronze Nuo mask, had 3,600 blood-colored talismans floating around his body.

"Qian three connected, Kun six broken." Lu Shu's fingertips passed through the void, and the Corpse Dog Sword immediately split into sixty-four sword shadows, outlining the innate Bagua diagram in the sky.

Dark matter energy gushed out from the tip of the sword, etching charred lines on the golden matrix. "My fellow Daoist, your gold law doesn't seem to be very pure."

The audience erupted in exclamations like a tsunami.

On the gambling screen, Lu Shu's odds plummeted from 1:3 to 1:15 in an instant, and countless funds flowed frantically towards his avatar.

Luo Feng's pupils shrank slightly. He clearly saw that the other party deliberately slowed down the speed of forming seals. Those blood-colored talismans were obviously very powerful, but they were easily dealt with by Yan Shenbing.

"Principal Lu, are you showing weakness to the enemy?"

"Swords!" Yan's magic weapon suddenly disintegrated, and nine golden phantom swords turned into streams of light and went straight to Lu Shu's vital point.

Just as the tip of the sword was about to touch the Nuo mask, the star map behind Lu Shu suddenly lit up the Tianshu constellation, and the Corpse Dog Sword appeared out of thin air three inches behind Luo Feng's neck!
The sound of metal collision shattered three suspended meteorites.

Cold sweat oozed from Luo Feng's forehead. At the critical moment, he forced his mental power to make the Dark Cloud Shuttle self-destruct and thus avoided the fatal blow.

Lu Shu's voice could be heard faintly in the turbulent energy in the void: "Fellow Daoist Luo, the resentment of these 100,000 gamblers I simulated is sharper than the edge of your sword."

The gambling table screen began to flash with blood.

Lu Shu deliberately let the Corpse Dog Sword brush past his shoulder, and the crimson blood beads condensed into sad and beautiful Lycoris radiata in zero gravity.

Suddenly, screams erupted from the audience. A gambler who had bet a trillion cosmic coins was cursing. Lu Shu's system started making crisp, dense "ding" sounds that made his scalp tingle, but Lu Shu found them extremely pleasant to the ears.

"Now!" Luo Feng's eyes gleamed. The divine weapon suddenly reorganized into a golden pyramid, and the shadow of the River Map and Luo Shu appeared at its base.

This was a new move he had discovered from studying the Chaos City's ruined stele—the Nine Tribulations Sword Domain! Countless golden sword energies tore holes in the Bagua Formation, but Lu Shu smiled with triumph.

When the sword light was about to pierce through his heart, Lu Shu suddenly withdrew his protective spiritual energy.

The phoenix pendant on his chest glowed faintly, and before he turned into stardust and dissipated, he made a secret gesture to a black-robed man hiding in the audience.

At the moment the gambling system was closed, Li Yixiao had already bet on Luo Feng to win, and now he has made a fortune.

Li Yixiao ran over and said, "We made a killing this time. How about another resurrection match?"

"You're overthinking it. This kind of thing is too detrimental to one's moral character. Just do it once. Besides, the rewards for the Genius Tournament are quite generous. The Alliance also has training plans for different rankings. You can't lose the big picture while gaining the upper hand." Lu Shu rolled his eyes.

Lu Shu has his own small universe, namely Lu Zhou, and he also has dozens of life planets under his command, which are the accumulation of these years.

Li Yixiao scratched his head and said, "Brother, we humans only have so much lifespan. Money is a bastard. It's enough to spend. I was also blinded by it."

“When I can be self-sufficient and achieve immortality, I will lie down with Xiaoyu.” Lu Shu said with a smile.

Li Yixiao pulled out the screen and said in surprise, "Wow, the next match is Zhang Zhiwei versus Luo Feng. It's going to be interesting."

The moment the arbitrator announced Luo Feng's advancement, the Starry Sky Arena was suddenly covered in black and white.

The old Taoist priest in purple fairy robes stepped on the Yin-Yang fish and walked out of the void. In the secret realm of the wheel sea suspended behind him, there were actually ginseng fruit branches floating in the chaotic air.

"My friend, you know, back then on the summit of Longhu Mountain..." Zhang Zhiwei's white hair turned green, and 365 acupuncture points on his body lit up at the same time. "I also won the world's first place!"

Before he finished speaking, the sea of ​​suffering in his wheel sea suddenly surged, and ten thunder and lightning dragons jumped out of the golden waves.

Luo Feng's Sky-Escape Shuttle let out a mournful cry, and bronze rust actually grew on its surface. The control system indicated that an unknown energy was rewriting the quantum code.

"Sword Formation·Tiangang!" Luo Feng retreated violently for three hundred miles, and the divine weapon decomposed into thirty-six starlight swords.

However, when the sword energy touched the black and white area, the five gods who walked out of the Taoist palace of the old Taoist priest suddenly formed seals and engraved the secret meaning of the word "Soldier" of Wuliang Tianzun into the void.

The wailing sound of metal resounded throughout the star field.

The Sky-Drifting Shuttle completely transformed into an ancient bronze artifact, with three blood-red characters "Land of Immortality" appearing on its surface.

Luo Feng's mouth and nose were bleeding, and his mental power was forcibly penetrating the sea of ​​thunder, but he saw the suspended Sanwu Zhanxie Male and Female Sword in the other party's Xiantai Secret Realm. It was the weapon refining method left by Zhang Daoling.

"Master, please kill the demon!" The old Taoist priest put his fingers together like swords, and the void suddenly cracked into a dark yellow rift.

Zhang Daoling's shadow raised his hand and took out the Yangping Zhidu Gong Seal. This seal was made of jade seven points thick, one and a half inches long and wide, with a square knob. It had the ability to command ghosts and gods. It grew against the wind and turned into the size of a city, then suppressed it.

Luo Feng's genetic energy was boiling uncontrollably and was suppressed by this seal, making it difficult to mobilize his genetic energy. However, as a spiritualist, he still had telekinesis!

"So this is... your true strength, sorry for the offense!" Luo Feng's pupils turned golden, and the shadow of a golden-horned giant beast appeared behind him. Although the main body was restricted by the rules, it could still hold on for a while with the help of the shadow, and drove the Yanshen Weapon to fly out with its mental power.

The entire star field began to collapse, and the two fought near the star. The scorching crown and the divine weapon quietly passed through Zhang Zhiwei's hair.

The young Taoist priest's hairpin shattered, and he laughed with his hair disheveled: "Great! This is more interesting than the Jiashen Rebellion back then."

His immortal platform radiated boundless light, and the Heavenly Master's Stone Tablet in the Sea of ​​Bitterness resonated with the remaining pages of the Western Emperor Scripture. "Fellow Daoist, be careful! This is the first time I've used this trick in sixty years!"

The Yin and Yang fish transformed into a Tai Chi Dao diagram, and fell down with a loud bang, carrying the sword intent of the male and female swords and the Yao Chi Dao rhyme of the Queen Mother of the West.

Luo Feng's bones were all broken, but at the moment of death, he sacrificed the Dao Vase, and his eyes flashed with the Golden Horn Totem, but he was suppressed by the seal and was defeated.

When the smoke and dust cleared, the old Taoist priest leaned against the broken swords, panting, his robe stained with his own blood. "Young people these days... ahem... are trying to drain the last bit of vitality out of this old man..."

After he finished speaking, the white hair on his temples spread at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was unclear whether he was showing weakness to the enemy or if he had indeed reached his limit.

When Zhang Zhiwei saw Zhang Chulan complimenting him, he patted his shoulder in annoyance and said, "Stop using your cheapness to ruin the reputation of our Tianshi Mansion. It's not easy to cheat students nowadays."

"Okay, Master, don't worry. The trick I gave you will definitely be able to defeat your opponent later." Zhang Chulan didn't know that the passion of old age doesn't mean he doesn't have any scheming.

(End of this chapter)