Mu Yu slowly held his sword. He had never used a sword in the previous five competitions, and he did not need it, because those people were too careless, and he did not need to draw his sword at all. He thought of Deacon Xun, and the tragic fate of the gray disciples.
, he wanted to do something.
"Boy, I'm going to humiliate you!" Xiaohu didn't let down his guard because the opponent was in the Qi-training stage. He unabashedly released his cultivation in the Foundation-building stage, hoping to use his spiritual power fluctuations to make Mu Yu
Feeling palpitated and even hopeless.
Xiaohu's cang pine sword struck Mu Yu directly with a powerful aura, and a vicious smile appeared on his lips. He didn't want to deal with Mu Yu so easily. He wanted to hurt Mu Yu first, and then trample him under his feet to let him know
The real gap between a gray disciple and a genius!
Mu Yu's body was galloping, and Luochen's footwork almost made him disappear on the spot. The two swords intertwined in the air, and with a clang, a ray of spiritual power spread out with the sword as the center, and the two of them retreated.
"Aren't you in the qi training period?" Xiaohu looked at Mu Yu's rising aura in shock, and the shock in his heart couldn't be greater! The sword he thought he was sure to hit was blocked by the opponent, and he was repelled. How could this be possible?
"What? Isn't this guy from the Luochen Sect in his Qi training stage?"
"Did he use some sorcery? Why did he suddenly change from the Qi training stage to the foundation building stage?"
"His cultivation level seems to be higher than Xiaohu's. He must have used some evil method."
"Don't worry! Xiaohu has the Cangsong Sword. The Cangsong Sword is famous for its righteousness. How can it be Xiaohu's opponent if he is evil?"
Everyone in the audience was surprised by the sudden surge in Mu Yu's aura, and unanimously concluded that Mu Yu used evil ways to forcefully improve his cultivation. Only in this way can it be explained.
"I really underestimate you. I wonder how long you can persist in improving your cultivation through this method? This sword of mine has defeated even those who built the fifth level of heaven!"
Xiaohu sneered, and a simple aura spread out from his sword. His whole person's aura was no less than that of Mu Yu. This sword was cast by Taoist Qingsong using high-quality materials. It is extremely spiritual, solid and thick.
With the simplicity and vastness of the old pine tree, the sword energy is integrated with its own spiritual power. With the spiritual power as the source and the sword energy as the guide, it affects the surrounding spiritual energy and turns it into one's own use.
"The green pines chase the wind and sing."
The cang pine sword trembled softly, and the shadows of Xiaohu's fingers intertwined, pulling the sword energy, forming a sword shape above it, showing a trace of vicissitudes, as if the vast ancient pine materialized, and went towards Muyu with endless tension.
Green light exploded, and the flying sword in Mu Yu's hand was divided into two, each evolving into the Nine Falling Styles, layer upon layer of waves. The invisible fluctuations were mediated by the shadow of the sword, like the source of sparks, rising with the wind, rolling up the peaceful swords.
Qi, there is movement in the stillness, restrained yet unobtrusive.
The two sword energy collided violently, crushing the fallen leaves flying in the air, turning them into dust, and floating down. Mu Yu had already stepped forward, and the shadow sword in his hand flashed as lightly as flowing water, and the sword light flickered.
In the meantime, he bullied his body and pointed his sword at his body.
The sword energy was everywhere, and the two figures were intertwined. For a moment, they couldn't recognize who was who. The more Xiaohu fought, the more frightened he became. Outsiders saw that his sword was majestic and had the upper hand. Only he knew that Mu Yu's
His swordsmanship was extremely dexterous, free and easy, as if he was fighting with two Muyu, and he was just tired of dealing with it.
"Haoran Righteousness Technique"
The Xiaohu sword body shook out a burst of spiritual power, temporarily knocking Mu Yu back. The Cangsong Sword was spinning in front, and an awe-inspiring righteousness spread out from the sword body, just like a Confucian scholar coming to the world, the righteousness lasts forever, and he is filled with panic.
A majestic aura enveloped him, forcing him towards Mu Yu.
"This is the Qingsong Sect's Haoran Zhengqi formula. It is said that Qingsong Taoist created it after hearing about it from a Confucian scholar. With the help of the Confucian scholar's Haoran Zhengqi, its power cannot be underestimated!"
"Is this Luochen sect boy going to be doomed?"
Mu Yu stared at the aura, and the Shadow Swords had turned into four. They surged forward to meet the aura, and collided with the righteous energy. A loud roar attracted everyone's attention. For a moment, the arena
Smoke and dust were everywhere, and there were broken marks all over.
Mu Yu retreated to the edge of the ring, and he fell out of the ring just a hair away. The power of the Cangsong Sword combined with the Haoran Zhengqi Art was so powerful that he could hardly catch it. He endured the impact in his body and grabbed his throat.
After swallowing the blood in the room, there was only one Shadow Sword left in his hand.
Xiaohu stood there panting. That move was not his own strength, but the use of the Cangsong Sword Index to trigger the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to be used. The consumption of his spiritual power was extremely huge. When he saw Mu Yu still standing in the ring
When he got on it, his face darkened.
"Master said that the Confucian way is to behave with courtesy and treat others with trust. You are arrogant, arrogant, and harm others for no reason. How can you be upright?"
Mu Yu looked at Xiaohu, Haoran was righteous, and his heart was righteous. Xiaohu was arrogant and regarded the lives of Gray disciples as nothing, and even forced Deacon Xun to death. His body was not upright and his actions were unstable, and he could not resonate with Haoran's righteousness formula.
It has momentum but no reality, and cannot get the essence of this sword technique.
"Why talk with a strong crossbow? Talent and cultivation are the most important!" Xiaohu raised the Cangsong Sword in his hand, and a pine shadow loomed behind him. All the spiritual power in his body began to mobilize, and he gathered towards the Cangsong Sword.
The aura around him became restless again.
"Luochen sword technique, one sword turns into nine postures, Luochen's steps turn into nine shadows in one step. If the mind is upright and the body is upright, the nine shadows and nine postures will be achieved."
Mu Yu silently recited what his master once told him. He never understood what a righteous heart, a righteous body meant, nor did he understand what the Nine Shadows and Nine Styles were. The master once smiled and said nothing and asked him to figure it out in life.
Now, Xiaohu used the sword of righteousness with an evil intention, and its power was inexhaustible. He suddenly understood that the so-called righteousness of the heart is the attitude towards one thing, and the righteousness of the body means acting worthy of one's own heart. Luochen's steps are not only
The body method lies more in the mind method. If the mind has no regrets, the body shape will be stable, and the shadow posture will be divided.
The Split Shadow Sword turned into two and began to evolve, but Mu Yu stepped on the dusty steps, and his figure flashed mysteriously. In the astonished eyes of everyone, two Mu Yu suddenly appeared on the ring, each holding a separate hand.
A split shadow sword, its shape is indescribable, like a phantom, yet extremely real. The essence of the Luochen Steps is to separate the body and the shadow, and the sword style gives the shadow, each holding one.
Feng Haochen looked at Mu Yu with admiration in his eyes. He nodded slightly. Whether it was sword skills, mental skills or steps, they all need to be understood by themselves. He only teaches his disciples the form, and the mind needs to guide them.
Explore for yourself. Mu Yu is already proficient in using Luochen swordsmanship and Luochen's steps, but he lacks experience and cannot combine the two.
Chengyan was also extremely surprised, and he smiled: "Mu Yu has realized this so quickly, and is indeed suitable for practicing Taoism. Now he can only do two shadows and two postures. I wonder if he will quickly reach the nine shadows and nine postures?"
Feng Haochen said gently: "It depends on his understanding! The way of Luochen has nothing to do with cultivation, only understanding. Xiang Nan and Lan Linger can only differentiate two swords so far, but he has been able to differentiate four.
, maybe I’ll catch up with you soon.”
Chengyan nodded: "I also want to know the power of the Nine Shadows and Nine Styles!"
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Xiaohu didn't know why two Muyu suddenly appeared in the field, and the others were also surprised. They had never seen one person can split two before. Is this a strange magic or some evil way? No one dared for a while.
The conclusion was drawn, because the two wooden feathers did not weaken in any way, but became more and more powerful, and their breath became more and more stable.
"Pretend to be a ghost and suffer death!"
Xiaohu shouted loudly, and the shadow of the ancient pine behind him shook violently, turning into broken shadows and blending into the Cangsong Sword. For a moment, the Cangsong Sword was so powerful that everyone around him was forced to move away. The Cangsong Sword seemed to
Becoming the focus of the world, all the spiritual power converged towards Cangsong Sword, gradually forming a vast and mighty sword energy, which continued to gain momentum. In the end, Xiaohu could no longer maintain the sword energy, so he swung it directly, with righteousness.
The sword energy swept towards Mu Yu like a destructive force.
"Xuan Cang falls like thunder"
The eighth form of the Luochen Sword Technique, Xuan Cang Luo Lei. Tao generates all things, and the thunder palm follows its rules.
The spiritual energy in the air became restless, and the spiritual energy seemed to be squeezing each other. Blue sparks flashed among them. The surrounding spiritual energy was disordered and torn apart, and then the spiritual energy turned into spiritual clouds and transformed into lightning. The breath became dull,
It makes people breathless. One of Muyu's shadows jumped up and used sword energy to attract thunder. The split-shadow sword in the other shadow's hand had already thundered, but Muyu was not immune to the thunder and lightning, carrying a pure thunder spirit.
Meet Xiaohu's sword energy.
The punishment method of thunder palm can ward off the evil spirit in the world.
For a moment, Xiaohu's awe-inspiring sword energy disappeared like ice and snow. The sword energy was dispersed by the violent thunder spirit, who took the sword energy as his own, and then the thunder spirit struck Xiaohu more powerfully.
Xiaohu's head went blank for a while. He didn't understand why his Cangsong Sword suddenly escaped from his control, and why his Haoran Sword Qi disappeared in the blink of an eye. He only saw a sudden thunder and lightning under the blue sky striking towards him, and he
There wasn't even a chance to dodge.
"The Qingsong faction admits defeat."
When Lei Ling was about to hit Xiaohu, the surrounding space rippled. Then Lei Ling turned around and blasted towards the ground, smashing the ring to pieces and a deep pit appeared on the ring.
Bailang landed under the ring with Xiaohu who was at a loss in his hand. His face was very calm, and he just looked at Mu Yu thoughtfully. He was the one who saved Xiaohu just now. If not, Xiaohu would probably be harmed.
Irreversible trauma.
"No, no, I didn't lose! How could I lose to a loser? This is impossible -" Xiaohu murmured, looking at Mu Yu with his eyes blankly, unable to believe what he saw. He lost? He
As the proud son of Qingsong Sect, he actually lost? Lost to a gray disciple, lost to a disciple of Luochen Sect!
"Shut up." Bailang scolded, and Xiaohu stopped saying anything. He buried his head, endless shame welling up in his heart. From the beginning, he believed that Mu Yu was a waste, and he humiliated him in every possible way. He was full of waste, but he lost.
What a waste!
Mu Yu had long merged into one and slowly landed on the ring. The Cangsong Sword lay quietly on the ground, still as simple and dignified as ever. Using external force to show off its power was not the way to win after all. Xiaohu relied on a Cangsong Sword.
To defeat someone with a higher level of cultivation than him with a sword is just because external forces are beyond his control, and his failure is inevitable.
Everyone looked at all this in disbelief. Mu Yu defeated the little tiger of the Qingsong Sect. The little tiger who was called the future inheritance of the Qingsong Sect could not beat a disciple of the Luochen Sect at the bottom? The solid arena was in pieces. This was specially for the foundation period.
The arena built by his disciples, unless he was at the golden elixir level, would have been impossible to destroy like this, but a thunderbolt caused by that young man could have such power?
Everyone looked at Mu Yu on the stage and couldn't calm down for a moment. They still didn't believe the facts in front of them. Are the disciples of the Luochen Sect really so strong?
"Xiaohu actually lost?"
"Did the Luochen faction win?"
Many people shook their heads, thinking it was an illusion, but no matter how they shook, there was always that boy standing in the ring, the boy who came from the bottom sect and was ridiculed!
Mu Yu won, Bai Lang intervened in the competition, and no one dared to say anything.
"Senior Brother Bailang, according to the rules, masters at the Golden Core stage are not allowed to interfere in the competition at the Foundation Establishment stage, right?" Mu Yu saluted Bailang and then asked.
Chapter completed!