At the figure in front of him, Wang Tong felt the shocking sword intent. Even though he was a Lingzong realm warrior, he seemed so powerless when facing this figure.
Facing Wuhen, Wang Tong was not afraid at all, but facing this person, Wang Tong was not as fierce as before.
After bowing slightly to this figure, Wang Tong said respectfully: "Wang has met the emperor brother!"
Hearing this, the figure raised his head, his messy long hair fell to both sides, and a handsome face emerged.
Raising his head, the man looked at Wang Tong and smiled faintly: "Sorry to trouble you, Sect Leader Wang!"
"No trouble, this is what you and I agreed upon!" Facing this person, Wang Tong did not dare to act like a sect leader.
Wang Tong was convinced that if the man in front of him took action, he would die under his sword within ten moves. After a pause, Wang Tong said respectfully: "Brother, since Wang has completed it as agreed, then?"
The middle-aged man frowned slightly, and said calmly: "Don't worry, I will definitely do what I promised you!"
Sensing the middle-aged man's cold tone, Wang Tong shuddered and bowed slightly: "It's Wang who is worrying too much!"
"Just wait for notification of the next plan!" The middle-aged man said calmly: "Remember, don't come to me if you have nothing to do in the past few months!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man's figure turned into a ball of blood mist and disappeared. Seeing this, Wang Tong bowed slightly and slowly exited the cave.
The cold wind was still roaring, and Sword God Mountain seemed particularly peaceful tonight.
Only when the rising sun emerged from the sky on the third day did Sword Valley resume its bustle again.
Today's battle was just like yesterday. A few people went up to the stage first to draw their opponents, and then they started fighting in order.
What people are quite looking forward to is that there will be another fake spirit sect level fight today, between Wuhen and Bu Jingxian!
As the chief disciple of Xingchen Peak, Bu Jingxian's cultivation is naturally terrifying, so this is an evenly matched battle.
Opening his eyes, Ye Shaohan rarely paid attention to this competition.
Standing on the fighting platform, Bu Jingxian bowed slightly to Wuhen and made a sword salute.
Wuhen ignored this, his eyes fell on Ye Shaohan below, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Wuhen's move was obviously rude, but Bu Jingxian didn't pay attention to it. He smiled faintly and held his sword.
Ding! The sword roar resounded, and the two figures shot out. The sword shadows spread out, covering the entire martial arts platform.
The colorful sword energy was accompanied by the afterimages, which was undoubtedly a visual enjoyment. In the end, no one could catch the two Wuhen figures.
A look of doubt appeared on Ye Shaohan's face. Wuhen seemed to be stronger today than yesterday.
What surprised Ye Shaohan the most was that Wuhen's control over the sword intention was as good as his own.
Sword skills are emerging one after another. When the ninety-sixth sword was launched, Wuhen suddenly exerted his force. The tip of his sword broke through Bu Jingxian's sword force, and the cold sword emerged from Bu Jingxian's neck.
The sword shadows all over the sky receded, Bu Jingxian smiled helplessly, put away his sword, bowed to Wuhen, and jumped off the martial arts platform with ease.
Wuhen undoubtedly won this battle, and the cheers were as loud as thunder.
Standing on the martial arts platform, Wuhen smiled faintly, turned to look at Ye Shaohan below, and said calmly: "I'll wait for you!"
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan also smiled faintly, ignored it, closed his eyes and continued to practice.
The battle between Wuhen and Bu Jingxian was undoubtedly the climax of the day. It was not until sunset on the west mountain that the Five Peaks Competition on the third day ended.
After getting up, Ye Shaohan left the Sword Valley on foot and walked quietly towards the sword path.
Quietly comprehending these sword intentions in the way of the sword, Ye Shaohan was once again immersed in the world of sword intentions, until a few moments later, a cry woke him up.
A tall figure fell in front of Ye Shaohan, also standing quietly on the sword finger.
When Ye Shaohan woke up, the sky was already filled with stars. Looking at Huang Shaoping standing in front of him, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly and said, "I have met the Peak Master!"
Hearing this, Huang Shaoping turned around and looked at Ye Shaohan thoughtfully. He raised his right hand slightly, and the surrounding snowflakes moved towards Huang Shaoping's palm, eventually forming a snow sword.
"The sword is a sword, and the intention is the intention! The sword intention is just an extension of the artistic conception. The most fundamental thing is the artistic conception, not the sword intention!" Huang Shaoping murmured softly, raised his sword, and stabbed forward lightly.
A sword.
However, this extremely simple sword caused a terrifying effect, and a spatial crack spread out.
The snow sword turned into snowflakes and fell again. Huang Shaoping flicked his right hand, and the cracks in its space also dissipated.
Raising his head, Huang Shaoping glanced at Ye Shaohan, shook his head slightly and said, "Do you understand?"
"I don't understand!" Ye Shaohan shook his head slightly. In response, Huang Shaoping didn't say much. He got up and walked towards the Luoxia Peak.
Ye Shaohan fell into deep thought. It was only when Huang Shaoping's figure disappeared from the sword path that Ye Shaohan raised his head.
The moon is full, and the sky and the earth are filled with silver light. On the round moon, several silver light pillars shine on the mountain peaks, forming a very strange scene.
Snowflakes were fluttering in the cold wind, like countless elves singing cheerful hymns, but Ye Shaohan's heart could not calm down for a long time.
Huang Shaoping's sword was deeply imprinted in Ye Shaohan's mind. With a slight jump, his figure landed lightly on the treetops.
Several muffled thunders sounded in the sky, and drizzle drifted away with the wind. It was indeed snow and rain.
The thin raindrops from his feet fell like crystal jade beads on Ye Shaohan's face. Ye Shaohan slowly closed his eyes and thought about all the sword skills he had acquired in his life.
Feeling the sword intention on this long road and realizing his own artistic conception, Ye Shaohan's eyes became clearer and clearer. When the first ray of dawn fell between the sky and the earth, Ye Shaohan suddenly raised his head and bowed to Luoxia Peak.
"I understand, I understand!" Ye Shaohan murmured softly.
The rising sun was rising, and the soft sunlight enveloped the entire Sword Valley.
The disciples of the Sword God Sect who participated in the third round stood on the martial arts platform one by one. There were ten people in total in the third round this time.
With the appearance of the five members of Yue Jingxian, the atmosphere in the stands was suddenly lifted. Today is the final round of the Wufeng Sword Discussion.
Yue Jingxianruo glanced at Wuhen meaningfully. At this moment, Wuhen didn't have the slightest edge in his body. He looked like a mortal, which was completely different from the previous one.
Wuhen's powerful cultivation once again made Wuhen feel confident, and there was a hint of sinister look in his eyes when he looked at Ye Shaohan.
Yue Jingxian waved his right hand upwards, and the scene immediately became quiet. He looked around at the warriors and announced: "The third round is a big melee. The last one left on top will be the first, and the second last will be the second."
Names, go down in order!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there were some whispers in the square. Today, the battle was undoubtedly a one-man show between two fake Lingzong realm warriors.
"Do you all understand the rules of the game?" When the surroundings were quiet again, Yue Jingxian glanced around the field and asked in a deep voice.
"Understood." After hearing Yue Jingxian's question, a chorus of cheers suddenly sounded in the venue.
"Okay, now that everything is understood, let me announce it!" Yue Jingxian slowly raised his hand, and then suddenly dropped it: "The final round of the Wufeng Wheel Sword begins now."
As Immortal Yue Jing's hand fell, several waves of momentum suddenly erupted from the originally peaceful fighting stage.
The figures flashed, and two figures fell towards the outside of the sword platform like kites with broken strings. Everyone looked at the martial arts platform with surprise, and then several figures fell from the martial arts platform. In just the blink of an eye,
Only Ye Shaohan and Wuhen were left on the martial arts stage.
There was a look of astonishment on the faces of everyone in the audience. Just one face-to-face meeting determined the top two. The Fake Spirit Sect Realm was really powerful.
The scene was completely silent. In the battle between two young fake Lingzong realm warriors, who would have the last laugh?
Especially those who knew about the grudge between Ye Shaohan and Wuhen showed expectant expressions.
After taking the Nirvana Pill, although Wuhen was unable to turn the sword intention into his own use, his strength also skyrocketed.
Feeling the strong spiritual energy in his body, a sneer appeared at the corner of Wuhen's mouth.
The figure floated up, Wuhen looked at Ye Shaohan indifferently, he was going to trample this kid under his feet today.
Wuhen stood quietly in the air dozens of meters above the ground, looking at Ye Shaohan with cold eyes, slowly drew out the sword from behind, pointed at Ye Shaohan and said indifferently: "I have been waiting for this moment for a long time!"
A tyrannical momentum burst out from Wuhen's body, shocking the hearts of everyone present.
In mid-air, Wuhen's sword energy was flowing around him, and a terrifying aura spread out, suppressing everyone present.
The terrifying aura undoubtedly brought great oppression to everyone, especially Zhang Lin, who looked at Wuhen in disbelief. At this moment, Wuhen's aura was stronger than him.
On the sword platform, Huang Shaoping and others all frowned slightly. This Wuhen's strength is a bit abnormal!
Raising his head, Ye Shaohan looked calmly at Wuhen in the void, with a rare look of solemnity on his face.
Ye Shaohan felt a little surprised at Wuhen at this moment, especially Wuhen's increasingly strong momentum.
The momentum became more and more threatening, and Ye Shaohan's figure also floated up and stood in the sky.
Feeling the tense atmosphere, everyone's heartstrings also became tense. This must be a battle between dragons and tigers.
Those warriors who were impressed by Wuhen's momentum all secretly praised: "This Wuhen is indeed the young master of the Sword God Sect, and his cultivation has already reached the level of perfection!"
"Just this momentum can tell the difference between the two people. It seems that Suifeng has stopped here today!"
"After all, Suifeng is a bit young, and his cultivation level is not as good as that of the young sect leader, not to mention that the young sect leader has mastered countless martial arts!"
For a time, everyone had a tacit understanding not to be optimistic about Ye Shaohan. After all, the impression Wuhen left on others was too strong!
In response to the constant questioning around him, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly. How could other people's words disturb his mind.
A little green whirlwind emerged from the soles of Ye Shaohan's feet. Ye Shaohan's figure flashed. Ye Shaohan's figure was nowhere to be seen on the entire martial arts stage. Only the soul power was used to catch Ye Shaohan's figure.
Everyone was startled by this. This terrifying speed was beyond everyone's expectation.