Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

Windling's attacks were getting faster and faster, and she was famous for her speed, and her former enemies were all defeated by her speed.    

    

It was obvious that Windling had encountered an opponent this time. Wang Hao's speed was not any slower than hers. If she was a bit faster, Wang Hao would be a bit faster. The two of them were evenly matched.    

    

However, after the two of them exchanged 300 moves, Windling realized that something was wrong. Wang Hao's response was too calm.    

    

Windling's voice became somewhat serious. She secretly formed a seal in her hand and launched a surprise attack.    

    

"Wind Sickle!"    

    

Suddenly, Windling's figure transformed into three figures. Each of them held a sickle and attacked Wang Hao from different directions.    

    

"Phantom?"    

    

This was not the first time Wang Hao had seen such an attack. Normally, out of the three figures, two were fake and one was real.    

    

However, Wang Hao could sense killing intent from the three silhouettes.    

    

"All three of them are real?" The corner of Wang Hao's mouth curled up into a smile, "Impossible!"    

    

The Martial Skill that Sword God Yaen San had invented, Sword Two, Soul Movement, allowed him to maintain his true form at an extremely high speed. If he wanted to maintain the true form of all three of them, he was afraid that only Divine Martial Stage experts would be able to do so.    

    

"The three aren't real, but I can't find any difference with my eyes. Their auras are exactly the same. There's only one possibility... The three figures are all fake! "    

    

Wang Hao's expression changed slightly. Behind him, a dragon slowly appeared.    

    

The eldest son of the dragon, Qiuniu!    

    

The ability of the Qiuniu could create illusions that were fake and real. It could also destroy all false illusions!    

    

The Qiuniu's eyes were the size of copper bells, and it glared angrily at Windling's three figures. Two beams of red light shot out, and Windling's three figures rapidly melted like snow that had encountered fire.    

    

The illusion shattered, and Windling's true figure was revealed. She held a long scythe in her hand, preparing to give Wang Hao a fatal blow.    

    

Windling's eyes widened. She didn't expect Wang Hao to discover in an instant that she was using an illusion instead of an afterimage, and break it.    

    

It was already too late for her to change her move. At this moment, she could only bite the bullet and swing the scythe at Wang Hao's neck.    

    

"Bloody Garment!"    

    

Facing Windling's attack, Wang Hao was abnormally calm. He extended two fingers. Between the skin of his fingers, there was a red grid that was faintly discernible.    

    

"Pa!"    

    

The scythe stopped moving and could no longer move forward. Wang Hao only used two fingers to block Windling's swift and fierce attack.    

    

"Your speed is not bad, but your strength is too weak!"    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hao extended his other arm like lightning and grabbed Windling's neck.    

    

"Dragon Roar Crash!"    

    

The muscles on Wang Hao's arm bulged. He waved his arm and vaguely heard five dragon's roars.    

    

Wang Hao had already integrated morality and bloodline into one. With a wave of his hand, he was the most powerful martial skill!    

    

"Boom!"    

    

Windling's body was thrown sideways by Wang Hao. He was ruthlessly smashed to the ground. The arena that had never been damaged in the previous dozens of matches had a huge hole smashed open by Wang Hao!    

    

When the dust settled, Windling could be seen lying in the hole, motionless, as if he had fainted.    

    

"Heavens! So strong!"    

    

Exclamations sounded from all directions. Being able to shatter the arena was enough to prove how terrifying Wang Hao's strength was!    

    

"Eh? Why hasn't Elder Lee announced the result of the battle yet? Windling has already fainted."    

    

"That's right. The battle is already over. Why hasn't it been announced to be over yet?"    

    

"Wait a minute. Look at Wang Hao and Elder Lee's expressions!"    

    

Hearing this, everyone quickly focused their eyes on the two people on the stage.    

    

Elder Lee had a smile on his face, but Wang Hao's expression was slightly serious.    

    

If one observed carefully, they would be able to see Wang Hao's legs and arms. His muscles were taut, and he could launch a swift attack at any time.    

    

His eyes were moving rapidly, as if something was moving in front of him.    

    

"Hu!"    

    

Windling, who was in the pit, ignited an orange flame on his body. The flame was fierce and extinguished very quickly. When the flame dissipated, half of the wooden stake was left.    

    

"Substitute!"    

    

The audience below the arena was stunned. Many martial artists at the 1st and 2nd levels of the Spirit realm were unable to tell when Windling had replaced his substitute with his original body.    

    

"Swish!"    

    

The sound of wind resounded throughout the arena. This was the sound of Windling's body colliding with the air, creating a sonic boom.    

    

However, Wang Hao ignored the sounds coming from all directions. Windling's speed was so fast that when the sonic boom was heard, her figure had already changed three to five times.    

    

"With such a fast speed, I'm afraid there won't be a second person in the same realm as her, right?"    

    

Wang Hao finally became serious. Windling's performance had ignited his fighting spirit.    

    

"This is good. Otherwise, it won't be difficult at all. How can I gain experience?"    

    

"Swoosh!"    

    

A sonic boom exploded behind Wang Hao. At the same time, Windling's figure appeared.    

    

Windling's eyes were filled with excitement. Her sickle had already fallen, but Wang Hao still did not react.    

    

She sneered in her heart, "Do you think my figure is not synchronized with the sonic boom? I never thought that such a small trick could succeed. I overestimated him. "    

    

Unlike the previous attack, the sickle in Windling's hand was silent and did not emit any aura.    

    

Windling was a natural assassin!    

    

Without a doubt, the sickle struck Wang Hao's neck. The moment the sickle made contact with Wang Hao's neck, Windling looked at Elder Li, who was supervising the battle.    

    

Her eyes seemed to be able to speak, as if she was questioning Elder Li. "Aren't you going to stop it?"    

    

Elder Li still had a smile on his face, but the smile he had before was to praise Windling's substitution technique, but now his smile was somewhat mocking.    

    

Windling was puzzled. "Mockery? What is Elder Li laughing at me for? Could it be..."    

    

The next moment, she knew the answer because the sickle in her hand passed through Wang Hao's body. There was no feedback from the handle of the sickle.    

    

Windling had slashed empty air, and Wang Hao's figure slowly disappeared.    

    

"Illusion!" Windling was shocked. "When did I fall into his illusion? "    

    

"Pu!"    

    

Three sounds of soil breaking came from beneath Windling's feet. She looked down and saw three vines growing out of the arena at an extremely fast speed, binding her four limbs.    

    

"Damn it!"    

    

Windling couldn't move. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free from the vines.    

    

Windling knew that these vines were fake, because she was already in an illusion. Perhaps not only were the vines fake, everything in front of her was fake.    

    

In the real world, Wang Hao was still standing where he was. Windling, who had been moving at high speed, suddenly stopped and appeared in front of everyone.    

    

Windling's hands were pressed tightly to her side, as if she was tied up by a rope. Her entire body trembled violently, as if she was struggling.    

    

The shadow of the Qiuniu behind Wang Hao became more and more real. Wang Hao was sitting in the air, and on his legs, there was an ancient zither.    

    

Soul Tool... Heavenly Devil Zither.    

    

The sound of the zither was clear and melodious, causing one to be entranced. However, once one was truly entranced, they would be pulled into an illusion without a sound.    

    

The sound of the zither came to an abrupt stop. Wang Hao kept the Heavenly Devil Zither, and the Qiuniu and Blood Soul behind him also returned to his body.    

    

He walked step by step to the front of Windling, and then raised his right hand. His right hand formed a palm and turned into a hand blade. As long as he landed the blade on Windling's neck, this competition would end.    

    

"I won."    

    

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Hao's palm heavily cut Windling's neck. Windling's body went limp and he fell to the ground.    

    

Windling was unconscious. This match had ended.    

    

Elder Lee walked towards the two of them, ready to announce the results of the competition.    

    

What the two of them didn't notice was that in the Phoenix Academy's formation, a beautiful and enchanting woman had a mysterious smile on her face.    

    

A little girl beside her asked curiously, "Eldest senior sister, Big Sister Windling is about to lose, how can you still smile?"    

    

The woman called Eldest senior sister smiled and said, "Who told you that Windling is going to lose? Windling has won this competition. "    

    

The little girl was puzzled, and another woman interrupted, "You entered the academy too early, so you've never heard of Windling's deeds. Windling came from the Sea Jin Region of the 36 outworlds. When she was young, her family met pirates, and all of her family members were killed "    

    

"At that time, Windling was still very young. When she saw the pirates walking towards her with blades in their hands, she was so scared that she fainted. By the time she woke up, all of the pirates were dead, and their deaths were terrifying. Every pirate's face was filled with terror."    

    

The little girl asked curiously, "Was it someone who saved Big Sister Windling?"    

    

"No! No one saved her!" The one who spoke was the senior sister mentioned by the little girl. "At first, Windling thought that it was a master who saved her, until one time, she went up the mountain to pick herbs and was surrounded by wolves."    

    

" At that time, Windling was only at the Martial Disciple Stage, so he was not a match for the pack of wolves. The knife in her hand could not even cut through the skin of the wolves. She was pounced on by the pack of wolves, and her life was at stake. "    

    

"When Windling woke up again, the pack of wolves had already been slaughtered. And the thing that stuck into the wolf king's forehead was her knife!"    

    

When the little girl heard this, she could not help but shiver, "Could it be that the one who killed the pirates and the pack of wolves..."    

    

"That's right! It was Windling himself!"    

    

"Her bloodline is different from ordinary people. Only after losing consciousness and losing consciousness will she be able to display her true strength!"    

    

"If Windling is awake, she will definitely not be a match for Wang Hao, but when she loses consciousness... Even I don't want to fight her! "    

    

The little girl looked at Windling in disbelief. She knew how powerful her senior sister was. Even her senior sister didn't want to fight her. How terrifying was Windling?    

    

"Pa!"    

    

Elder Li, who was about to reach Windling, stopped in his tracks. He was a Divine Martial expert, and his ability to predict danger was slightly stronger than Wang Hao's.    

    

He could clearly feel a terrifying aura surging from the depths of Windling's body.    

    

This feeling was as if a devil had been released.    

    

Elder Lee's action attracted Wang Hao's attention. Just a moment after his clone appeared, darkness suddenly appeared in front of him.    

    

Windling had unknowingly stood up from the ground. The expression on his face above the face mask was ferocious, causing chills to run down one's spine.