Chapter 200: Young man shows off his talents. Decisive battle on the Immortal Platform! (5)
Everyone present looked at the heavy snow in the sky, stunned.
This sword is different from the Sword One and Sword Two that Su Bei showed before!
Sword Code, one sword is more powerful than the other!
Sword cultivators have never been known for their majestic spiritual energy, but in the sword canon, there are a few techniques that are good at overpowering people with the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth!
Jiansan is one of them!
One sword is like thousands of swords!
Whizzing--
Snow swords all over the sky rustled down, and the sky seemed to droop with Su Bei's gesture!
Yao Yan silently looked at the gesture in front of him and at the man in white shirt who was sitting in the ring. In a trance, he seemed to see the old master of the Sword Sect thousands of years ago!
The same three swords, the same sword.
It was also because of this sword that Shangguan Wendao came to the Cangjiang River and blocked the tens of thousands of wild cultivators!
Even I would never be able to use such a perfect sword, a sword a hundred times stronger than myself!
"In addition to this sword, the Sword Sect also has another sword, the sword of the king..."
"Broken mountains and rivers!"
"..."
After that sword cut off mountains and rivers, Cangjiang gained another name.
Cut off the Cangjiang River!
Ji Nanjue sighed softly, her eyes no longer looking at the high platform.
After Su Bei used this sword, he didn't need to see the result on the arena.
At that time, the kingly sword that I passed on to my disciples in Subei under the cliff of no regrets can cut off mountains and rivers!
——The sword that cut off Huang Xiu's momentum was like connecting to the backbone of the world.
If Su Bei practiced this sword to cut through mountains and rivers, could he be as powerful as the sword from the legendary Tianxia Sword Sect thousands of years ago?
The Qingping Sword Yaoyao was trembling in Su Bei's hand pointed at the sky, the blue-purple mist was lingering, and the sky was covered with snow. Before the falling snow in the sky completely fell, he held out a sword again!
Su Bei held his sword and laughed, but there was blood gushing out from the corner of his mouth.
For me, a hundred times the power is too far-fetched after all. The meridians in the body are as chaotic as ever, but maybe because of the cold spring immortal energy soaked several times, it is not as serious as the last time I fought against Luo Ritian!
The figure in the blood-stained white shirt embroidered with begonias faces away from the bright moon in the sky. The moonlight shines down, making a big white sky appear!
"The bright moon has come, and the beauty is coming!"
"Sword Two, the moment of youth!"
"..."
The moment of youthfulness that belongs exclusively to Northern Jiangsu is just like seeing it for the first time!
The night is like a piece of black cloth, and this sword is a pair of scissors, carving a lotus out of this black cloth!
A gap appeared in the sky. The gap was only narrow at first, and a ray of moonlight struggled to shine through.
Then the gap became larger and larger, gradually converging into the shape of a lotus, and finally a bright moon was revealed behind the sky. The whole earth was silvery white, reflecting the flourishing green lotus!
boom--
The eyes of the twelve returning figures were wide open, their teeth were clenched, and traces of blood oozed from their lips!
"Break it for me!!"
The roar echoed throughout the whole world!
The majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth swept over the sky and poured into the bodies of the twelve returners crazily, pointing directly at the two green rainbows in northern Jiangsu!
"Great Compassion Fist!"
"Glass Fire!!"
"Hold it!!"
Twelve strands of spiritual power intertwined together, turning into a long river of spiritual energy, overwhelming the sky and the earth!
But in that snowy sword scene, I was like a thatch swaying in the wind and rain, supported by loneliness.
One after another, spiritual energy poured in crazily, shattered, and poured in!
finally!
"Pfft!!"
The face of the leader, the old man in green shirt, turned red, a muffled sound came from his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"boom--"
"boom--"
As one of them could no longer hold on, the next moment, figures flew out one after another, and the horrific aftermath spread for several miles around!
"Pfft!"
"ah!"
The sky is filled with smoke and dust!
--finally.
There was silence on the stage.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone onlookers stared blankly at everything in front of them.
More than ten thousand snow swords wrapped in the mighty Qingping Sword Qi intertwined on the ground of the arena, cutting one arena into pieces!
The twelve figures were scattered everywhere, they had already fainted and were unconscious.
Su Bei stood quietly with his sword in hand. The Qingping Sword left a mark more than two inches deep on the ground. The blood stains at the corner of his mouth were still flowing, falling on the Qingping Sword, blooming with a formidable light!
As the night wind blew by, Su Bei unsheathed his sword and stood with his hands behind his back, standing still.
It has a vague sense of the style of the sword sect in the world back then!
Victory or defeat has been decided.
There was silence!
Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in shock, and they even didn't come back to their senses for a long time.
Those twelve returning to the void were defeated like this?!
Twelve middle-level Void Returners who were able to compete with the peak of the Void Returners were defeated just like that? By one sword from Su Bei?!
The next moment!
Thunderous cheers were rolling across the world. Most of the monks from the ten major competition areas had already arrived at this mountain peak before the battle in Northern Jiangsu, and countless gazes came to them!
"Ouch!"
"hiss--"
"Elder Su really won!?"
"Don't teach the world to look down on the Sword Sect!! Ahhhhhh!"
"..."
On the elders' platform, Wang Tong looked at everything in front of him with a gloomy expression, surrounded by the exclamations of the elders of the Holy Land.
For them, returning to the void is nothing. They just ask themselves that if they were in the same realm, it would be absolutely impossible for one person to fight against twelve people at the same time!
You must know that Returning to the Void is not as good as building a foundation elixir. There are very few people above this level who can leapfrog and fight. What's more, Su Bei actually killed twelve people with one sword this time!!
"I was mistaken! How many years have I seen such a scene?!"
"Elder Xiaojiu, your future achievements are immeasurable!"
"It's been a long time since I've seen it, but it actually makes me feel a little passionate!"
"..."
Ji Nanjue shook his head and looked at Su Bei on the ring with complicated eyes. He clenched his hands tightly and took a gentle breath.
Thunderous cheers resounded throughout the whole world. The elders of the Holy Land walked forward with a look of surprise on their faces. They narrowed their eyes and looked at Su Bei in front of them. Then they let out a long sigh and slowly said:
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Jian Zong, Su Bei, wins!"
In this competition, no one is optimistic about Su Bei.
I never thought that this man who was in the middle stage of returning to the void would actually defeat twelve people in the ring in a fair and just way!
One person versus twelve!
As soon as his announcement fell, the already shocking cheers suddenly intensified!
How many years have we not seen such a wonderful scene?
Above Jian Zong's station, the faces of all Jian Zong disciples were so excited that they even turned red. After so many years, Jian Zong finally showed his own style for once. Jian Zong! The Jian Zong in the world vaguely saw that sword again. Back view!
Although the defeated sects in Su Bei looked a little helpless, they had nothing to say. They all looked at Su Bei with admiration on their faces!
The child cultivator of Daozong, who was wearing a Taoist robe, stared closely at the stage. His originally indifferent eyes were condensed at this moment, and his eyes stayed on Su Bei. From that figure, he actually felt a trace of something. The long-lost fighting spirit.
"If he has even reached the level of Hedao, this trip to the Immortal Platform will be interesting."
"..."
Tong Xiu murmured hoarsely to himself, then lowered his gaze.
He did not deny Su Bei's excellence, and even affirmed his terrifying potential, but this was no threat to him at all.
The only people he has to pay attention to this time are Lin Duo from Wuhua Palace and Na Fajiang from Buddhism beside him!
However, with the strength of those two people, if there were no accidents, they should not be able to stop themselves.
At the station where Wuhua Que was located, Lin Duo seemed to notice that Ling Ran's face was very ugly, and he comforted him:
"So what if he fights twelve in Subei?"
"After all, it's just a small return to the void, and it will never be on the stage. This is the number one sect in the world, and his sword sect can't even make it into the top five!"
"..."
Ling Ran snorted coldly and said calmly:
"I hope that I can meet this sword sect in the first round of the finals of the ten major sects, otherwise, I'm afraid there will be no chance..."
...
Su Bei took back the Qingping Sword, hung it on his waist, and returned to the Sword Sect's station with a movement of his figure.
"Elder Su!!"
"Elder Su is too strong!"
"Wow! Elder Su, you are my idol!"
The disciples of Jian Zong gathered around him almost immediately. At this time, even the most steady disciples of Jian Zong had a look of excitement on their faces.
Mo Xingjian walked into Subei with a big smile, then slapped him hard on the shoulder and said with a big smile:
"Good job, boy!"
"This battle really makes my brother's blood boil!"
"..."
Even Li Ziyu, who had no good impression of Su Bei, nodded, looking at Su Bei with complicated meanings in his eyes.
In this battle, he had to be impressed by Su Bei's fighting power!
At this moment, Su Bei suddenly felt his heart jump subconsciously.
Then the whole ear started to hurt, as if it had been picked up by a delicate catkin.
"Hiss—senior sister, it hurts..."
Su Bei sniffed the faint aroma coming from the tip of his nose, turned his head and looked at that beautiful face, and heard a strange voice in his ears.
"You brat, you're the best, right?"
"Why didn't you die on that stage?"
"Are you still scolding me in your heart?"
Wenren Pingxin looked at Su Bei with a sneer, and grabbed Su Bei's ears hard until Su Bei almost shed tears.
"How dare junior brother scold senior sister? Senior sister is simply a god-like existence in junior brother's heart! She knows everything and knows everything..."
"..."
Su Bei just hoped that Wenren Pingxin would quickly let go of the hand holding his ear.
——This great hero of the Sword Sect, who fought against twelve incarnations by himself, just withered away.
Mo Xingjian looked at Su Bei looking at her eagerly, smacked his mouth with a helpless expression on his face, then blinked his eyes and said quietly:
"Second Senior Brother seems to be fighting quite fiercely... I'll go take a look!"
"..."
All the Sword Sect disciples looked at this scene and all covered their mouths and snickered.
Wenren Pingxin turned his head and glared at the Jianzong disciples. In an instant, they all sat upright and stopped looking in the direction of Su Bei.
Then Wenren Pingxin coughed lightly, pinched Su Bei's ears, then pinched his throat, and imitated Su Bei's tone and said:
"Sister, you don't know anything and don't understand me at all, and you're still yelling!"
"With my strength as Su Bei, not to mention twelve people, even one hundred and twenty, let me show you!? Huh??"
"Is that what you think in your heart?!"
"..."
Su Bei was startled for a moment, coughed slightly, and kept thinking of words and sentences in his mind, thinking about how to answer Wenren Pingxin.
Just before I could think about what to say, I felt pain in my waist again!
"Okay, Su Bei, are you really brave? You are still hesitant?!"
"..."
He let go of the jade hand holding Su Bei's ear, bit his red lips with his teeth, and gave Su Bei's waist a hard blow.
Su Bei turned around quickly and avoided her second 'attack'!
"Junior brother, I won't do it next time!"
"Huh? Do you want a next time? Are you going to do half-step joint next time?!"
Su Bei smiled, how is this possible?
He raised his head and met her eyes, but they were not as angry as he imagined, but rather gentle and full of concern.
On that mature face, you can vaguely see the fragrant sweat left when you were nervous.
Su Bei opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but was speechless. Then he quickly stepped forward, and under her somewhat horrified gaze, he gently held her in his arms and buried his face in her black hair.
I smelled the fragrance of her hair deeply, like this, for a long time.
Wen Renping put Zhen's head on his shoulder and said softly:
"Stop being like this, senior sister is worried about you..."
Although I know that the flowers in the greenhouse will not grow big, how can I bear to let them sway in the wind and rain?
Su Bei gently lifted her up and looked at her face carefully:
"Junior brother can't do it anymore!!"
For some reason, with Su Bei's gaze fixed on him, Wen Renpingxin's face had a faint blush. She coughed lightly, pushed him away without leaving a trace, and said:
"Well, Xi Qingyi is still coming to the ring, senior sister, go take a look."
"..."
He turned around and walked towards the only remaining arena in the tenth division.
The cheers did not last long, because there was still an exciting battle in the tenth division!
Half-step battle!
Su Bei calmed down his slightly restless heart, looked at the graceful figure walking not far away, took a deep breath, and thought to himself: Su Bei, you are really rebellious, what are you thinking about?
?That’s the senior sister who pulled you up with one hand!
After calming down the turbulent meridians in his body, he was about to go find some of his prodigal disciples to heal his injuries, when suddenly Shan Wulan blocked his way.
Her face was expressionless, and she wore a long purple dress with tall mountains, a ribbon tightly tied around her slender waist, and her long hair floating in the air. Her face was indifferent and as beautiful as snow.
——Just looking at myself quietly.
Su Bei was a little embarrassed. Could it be that she saw him hugging Wenren Pingxin just now, and then he became angry and jealous?
When did she have the same temperament as Xiao Ruoqing?
When he was about to explain something, he saw her walking towards him. Then, with Su Bei's somewhat horrified eyes, she took out a Qi and Blood Pill from the storage ring and stuffed it into his mouth.
The slender jade fingers lightly touched Su Bei's lips with a hint of coldness.
"Stop showing off."
His words were as calm as ever, as if saying one more word would cost money.
Although she didn't say anything, Su Bei could read a thousand words from her eyes.
Perhaps only she knew how much Su Bei's sword that seemed to cover the sky hurt his meridians, just like that night on the Swordless Peak, under the sky full of fireworks, the corners of his mouth couldn't stop bleeding.
Turn around and leave.
Su Bei was stunned. The Qi and Blood Pill in his mouth gradually melted and merged into his meridians.