He looked at Ba Ying. Although this tempering did not completely stimulate the lightning properties, the quality of the weapon has improved a lot.
Xu Zimo felt that after tempering a few more times, Ba Ying could activate the thunder and lightning attribute, and the weapon could be advanced to the Xuan level.
This is why high-end materials are used to create weapons. Although Ba Ying was just a mortal weapon before, its potential is endless.
If it were a weapon made of ordinary materials, it would probably break apart within a few seconds of the thunder.
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Putting Ba Ying into the scabbard behind him, Xu Zimo walked towards the outer door step by step.
There is a special competition stage where the outer sect's Crouching Tiger Ranking Competition takes place.
At this time, the area around the competition stage was already crowded with outer disciples.
As a newcomer who just entered the outer sect this year, Yan Buhui directly ranked eleventh on the Crouching Tiger Ranking. It can be said that he was instantly famous and became the most dazzling among these newcomers.
And now he wants to challenge Xu Ren, who is seventh in the Crouching Tiger Ranking. You must know that every competition among the top ten in the Crouching Tiger Ranking will cause a storm in the outer gate.
People are happy to see a new person rise, to see him rise like a rising star.
I am also happy to see the fall of a genius, and I can feel schadenfreude while also finding some sense of existence.
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The competition platform is made of pieces of green granite. This kind of green granite has extremely strong defensive power and cannot be broken without the power of the True Pulse Realm.
On the competition stage at this time, Xu Ren was dressed in white, leaning on the iron chain on the edge of the stage, with a long sword hanging on his waist.
The aura on his body was like a rainbow, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, waiting quietly for Yan Buhui's arrival.
The heat of the scorching sun begins to dissipate little by little with the arrival of autumn.
The autumn wind rolled up the yellow leaves that had gradually withered on the branches and floated gently in the air.
"Here we come," someone shouted, and everyone looked straight ahead.
The mountains in the distance are shrouded in mist, the courtyards where the outer disciples live are scattered in a well-organized manner, and the tree-lined path in front of the competition platform is paved with white cobblestones.
The willow trees on both sides swayed gently in the breeze. The young man was dressed in a white robe, carrying a long sword on his back, and his long hair was flying behind his back in the breeze.
He walked towards the competition stage step by step with strong steps.
"I thought you would be timid," Xu Ren opened his eyes, his gaze was like a torch, a sword light flashed past, and he said with a chuckle.
"You're so quick to talk, I hope you don't give in later," Yan Buhui said calmly.
The sword aura was wrapped around his body, with his head held high and his chest raised, his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and his whole person looked like an unsheathed sword.
Xu Ren snorted coldly, and then heard a "clang" sound. The long sword was unsheathed and a white mark appeared in the air, and he went straight towards Yan Buhui to kill him.
Yan Buhui didn't panic, and slowly pulled out his sword. The two swords collided with each other, sparks flying around.
When the long swords collided together in the shape of a cross, the spiritual energy in Xu Ren's body exploded, knocking Yan Buhui back step by step.
"Xuanji Pulse Skill: Horizontal Slash," Xu Ren snorted. The long sword was wrapped in auras, and each sword fell seemed to contain amazing power.
Yan Buhui hurriedly resisted, only to feel that his hands were numb from the shock, and he was about to retreat to the edge of the competition stage.
He quickly rolled to the ground and narrowly avoided Xu Ren's attack.
"Xuanji Pulse Skill: Explosive Kill," Yan Buhui also roared, came behind Xu Ren, and slashed past Xu Ren with his long sword with an indescribable impact.
The fight between the two could be said to be a deadly one, with no mercy left.
Xu Ren did not turn around. He shifted his body slightly to one side and dodged the sword.
His right arm shook frequently, and then hit Yan Buhui's chest directly.
Yan Buhui didn't have time to dodge, so he fell backwards and hit the chain guardrail next to him heavily.
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"It seems we haven't missed the good show yet," Xu Zimo and Xiao Guizi rushed over, looked at the crowd that had gathered in the competition stage, and found an open space from a distance to watch.
Yan Buhui stabilized his figure and stared at Xu Ren.
"Sure enough, none of the disciples who can kill the top ten disciples on the Crouching Tiger Ranking are simple people. The other party is not inferior to me in terms of combat experience and use of pulse skills."
"That's all you have," Xu Ren chuckled, slowly raised the long sword in his hand, and said proudly: "This sword will kill you."
His long sword was shrouded in a dark black aura, and the aura around the sword began to tremble.
"Shocking Stone Wave Sword," Xu Ren whispered softly.
He took a step back with his right foot, bent his waist slightly, and shifted his right elbow a little.
Then I saw his left foot lightly stepping on the ground, and his whole body flew out like a sharp arrow from the string.
As the trembling fluctuations of the long sword became larger and larger, the air around his sword began to distort.
With a slash of the sword, a particularly brilliant sword light condensed in the air, as if it was about to split Yan Buhui's entire body into two halves from head to toe.
Yan Buhui's eyes were solemn, and he did not dodge. If he couldn't catch this sword, he might not have a chance to fight again.
Seeing the brilliant sword light magnifying in front of his eyes, Yan Buhui saw the right moment and moved his body to the side.
This deflection did not completely dodge the attack, and the entire long sword was thrust into Yan Buhui's abdomen.
When the long sword pierced Yan Buhui's body, everything seemed to have stopped, and even Xu Ren was stunned.
He knew that although his sword was powerful, it was not impossible for Yan Buhui to dodge it if he really wanted to.
But just now the other party hesitated.
Xu Ren wanted to pull out the sword, but saw Yan Buhui holding the sword tightly with his right hand, preventing the sword from being pulled out of his body.
Then he raised the sharp sword in his left hand and slashed directly at Xu Ren.
"This guy did it on purpose," Xu Ren was shocked. He quickly let go of his sword and tried to dodge, but his right arm was still cut by the sharp sword.
Xu Ren stepped aside, staring at his right arm that was stained red with blood, and then turned to look at the young man in front of him.
"That guy didn't dodge on purpose. He completely traded his life for injury."
Although his right arm holding the sword was injured, the guy's injury was much more serious and his life was in danger.
"I know I'm no match for you," Yan Buhui smiled. His face was a little pale, and his smile looked very scary.
"But I just want to prove and let you people understand that no one can insult my mother.
Even if you are a lion, I, an ant, will tear off a piece of meat."
Yan Buhui pulled out the long sword from his belly and blood spurted out, but he didn't seem to care.
At this moment, he is like a god and demon on an expedition in the sea of blood, fearless and fearless. This is his philosophy of life and his way of swordsmanship.
