Tianhua Sect also realized the importance of this battle, and sent out its strongest person for the second battle. This man stood on the platform with a sword, looking at Wu Ling with a little provocation in his eyes.
Huayue! A feminine name is this person’s name. Just like the prince’s status in the Moon Temple, Huayue is the prince of Tianhua Sect.
"Wu Feng died unexpectedly!" Hua Yue chuckled, raising a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "He died and left such a defeat for Tianhua Sect, what a pathetic person!"
Hearing this, Wu Ling Jian's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, the person in front of him was very annoying.
"Level 2 of the Ling Sect, with a barely decent cultivation level, are you the strongest being in the younger generation of the Sword God Sect?" Hua Yue gently moved the sword in her hand and said calmly: "If this is the case, then there will be no competition.
needs!”
Saying this, Hua Yue's body surged with an extremely terrifying aura, which far exceeded the level two of the Ling Sect.
This is the breath of the third level of Lingzong. Its terrifying breath surges out and hits the surrounding void, causing ripples.
"The Lingzong Level 2 is not enough. This is a battle that has already been won or lost. Recognize the facts. Haha, blind confidence, blind persistence, what a ridiculous thing!" Hua Yue said with a chuckle.
This disciple of the Tianhua Sect has a bad mouth, at least most people think so, but a few people have seen some clues. This Hua Yue wants to destroy Wu Ling's fighting spirit and his will.
If a person loses the will to fight, then this battle is doomed to fail. Although the words were harsh, Wu Ling's expression remained unchanged, just like before, "You don't understand!"
"Persistence is not because you don't understand your situation, it's just because you have found the faith to persevere!" Lifting his sword, Wu Ling murmured to himself: "Only when people have faith can they persevere."
Among the falling snowflakes, Wu Ling raised his sword, and thrust out with a light sword. The same sword was extremely bright. This sword seemed to bring Wu Ling back to the past.
There was once a young man who knelt three thousand times just to worship the Sword God.
There was once a young man who stayed awake for three years just to regain Luoxia Peak.
Holding the sword was just for persistence, and drawing the sword was just for faith. Wu Ling smiled. When facing Hua Yue, who was at the third level of Lingzong, he drew the sword without any fear.
"It's a bit unexpected, but it's stronger than I imagined!" Hua Yue put away the disdain at the corner of her mouth, with a rare look of solemnity in her eyes, holding the sword and stepping forward, Hua Yue also drew the sword.
The flowers are tasteless, the moon is shadowless, and the flowers are shadowed under the moon! This is Hua Yue's sword, the sword is tasteless, the sword is shadowless, the bright sword lights meet together, and waves of waves spread out.
Wu Ling's sword always carries a sense of absolute determination, the absolute determination to risk death. This is a sword wielded with life.
However, Hua Yue's sword became more and more powerful. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Wu Ling retreated steadily, and defeat was only a matter of time.
Approaching a desperate situation! Wu Ling still waved the sword in his hand, although every time he swung the sword, there was a sword mark on his body.
The condensed sword intent was shattered one by one. Despite this, Wu Ling held the sword and kept approaching Hua Yue.
One sword! There is still a chance for one sword, Wu Ling shouted in his heart, looking at the increasingly clear figure, Wu Ling swung the last sword without hesitation.
A bright sword light shot out, this sword was somewhat similar to Ye Shaohan's Rain Sword Skill.
Whoosh! Hua Yue's face suddenly changed, his body turned slightly, the sword energy crossed his chest, and a burning feeling swept over him,
Raising his sword, Hua Yue's eyes turned cold as he swung his long sword and struck it down towards Wu Ling.
His breath was locked, Wu Ling mobilized all his spiritual energy to resist the pressure. Although he resisted with all his strength, the sword still fell down and struck Wu Ling's right arm. In an instant, there was a sudden burst of blood, and a severed arm was thrown into the sky.
And rise.
Pillars of blood gushed out from the wound, and Wu Ling's figure fell backwards. He took several steps in succession, and his blood stained the ground red.
The broken arm already held the sword. After a few breaths, the broken arm fell weakly on the platform, and the sword fell away alone.
Ding ding! The sword hit the ground. Looking at this scene, several exclamations sounded from the steps. The swordsman lost the hand holding the sword, thus ruining the swordsman's life.
"I suddenly discovered that destroying a person's will is more interesting than killing him!" Hua Yue sneered, stopped the injuries on her body, and took a few steps directly, followed closely by the sword light.
Before Wu Ling's figure could stop, his sword energy shot out, streaking across Wu Ling's chest and bringing up streaks of blood.
"The first sword, I want to see how many swords you can hold on to!" Holding the long sword, Hua Yue stabbed out again, one sword after another, the flower was invisible, the moon was shadowless, the sword was intentional
The bloody light suddenly appeared, and eye-catching sword marks appeared on Wu Ling's body. Every time he took a step back, there was another sword mark on Wu Ling's body.
"The ninety-ninth sword, do you feel powerless?" Hua Yue chuckled and walked on the platform like a leisurely stroll.
"The hundredth sword!" Hua Yue thrust out her sword again, and the bright sword light fell on Wu Ling.
Bang bang! Wu Ling couldn't bear it any longer. His figure was like a kite with broken strings and fell towards the bottom of the platform. It staggered and fell on the steps. His blood spread out instantly and dyed the snow on the ground red.
"Victory!" Hua Yue chuckled, holding the sword and walking back to Tianhua Sect's position in a dashing manner.
His breath gradually weakened, and Wu Ling lay helpless in a pool of blood. In this battle, Tianhua Zong won.
The hot blood melted the snow on the ground, and Wu Ling lay in a pool of blood.
Wu Ling feebly got up from the pool of blood, his face stained red with scarlet blood.
Standing swaying in the wind and snow, Wu Ling raised his head, feeling heartbreaking pain from his broken arm.
Looking at the figure fading away, the determination in Wu Ling's eyes did not disappear, but became stronger. His will will become stronger when it is tempered.
"As long as you live, you have hope, as long as you live, you have faith!" Wu Ling whispered: "I remember this sword!"
After saying that, Wu Ling looked at the lonely broken arm on the platform. With a wave of his left hand, the long sword rose from the ground and fell into his hand. Wu Ling dragged the sword and walked towards the steps step by step.
Every time Wu Ling took a step, he would leave a scarlet footprint on the snow.
His breath became weaker and weaker. When Wu Ling walked to Chu Ge and others, Wu Ling fell weakly on the snow, panting.
Everyone only saw this shadow of blood, but they did not see a crystal drop of water crossing the corner of Wu Ling's eye and blending into the blood.
Know your shame and then be brave! Raising his head, Wu Ling looked at the people in front of him apologetically, and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I lost!"
This is Wu Ling who does not find reasons for his failure. Hearing this, Chu Ge smiled and said, "Just stay alive!"
Lin Bing gently pressed his right hand on Wu Ling's shoulder to stop the bleeding wound, and whispered: "It's okay, we are here!"
"My hands can hold the glory!" Luo Zeng whispered, looking at Wu Ling's broken arm with a gloomy look, murderous intent spreading out of Luo Zeng.
Xiao Ding squatted down, carefully cleaned Wu Ling's injuries, and whispered: "As long as you are alive, you can recover the calmness after frustration, the shame of this sword!"
Having said this, Xiao Ding raised his head and looked at the steps where Tianhua Sect was located, with an inexplicable chill in his eyes.
On this stage, some people are high-spirited, while others turn into ashes in the world. This is the path of a warrior. It is never smooth sailing for a warrior, but he marches on a bloody road.
On the platform, the third Tianhua Sect disciple came out with a sword. Compared to the previous Hua Yue, this disciple's aura was not as powerful as Hua Yue's, but he was still a second-level warrior of the Ling Sect.
Xiao Ding stood up and was about to come out with his sword, but there was someone faster than him. Luo Zeng held his sword, took a few steps, and said softly: "I will protect your glory!"
Luo Zeng, as his name suggests, never talks much.
Coming from Sword God Peak, he always expressed his feelings with his sword. Along the way, Wu Ling and others encountered numerous dangers, and Luo Zeng was always the one standing at the front.
"Qi is momentum, and there are many types of momentum, sect momentum, personal momentum, and family momentum!" Luo Zeng whispered, raised his head, stared at the clouds in the sky, and murmured: "Today, I am not alone.
people!"
Holding the sword, Luo Zeng stepped out. Every time he took a step, Luo Zeng's momentum became stronger. Luo Zeng was originally a second-level warrior of the Ling Sect, but at this moment, his momentum was approaching that of a third-level warrior of the Ling Sect.
"Blood, only blood can pay off!" Endless killing intent filled Luo Zeng's body, and the force on Luo Zeng's body became more and more terrifying.
This momentum is not only his own momentum, but also Wu Ling's and others. This is the general momentum of the Sword God Sect, as well as Luo Zeng's murderous intention and murderous momentum.
"Then there is the murderous intention. Only the combination of momentum, sword, and body can move the world with one sword!" Luo Zeng took several steps in succession, and with each step he took, the murderous intention in his body became stronger.
When Luo Zeng stepped on the platform, Luo Zeng's aura was no less than level 3 of Lingzong.
"Sword God Luo Zeng!" Looking at the Tianhua Sect disciple in front of him, Luo Zeng said calmly.
"Tianhua Sect Liu Ye!" Luo Zeng's voice hovered on the platform. Upon hearing this, the Tianhua Sect disciple held a sword and said loudly.
However, the moment this disciple spoke out, Luo Zeng moved, and a sword shot out. This was Luo Zeng's strongest sword. The momentum, sword, and body were integrated into one sword, and the sword moved the sky.
The sword was too fast and the strike was too unexpected. The moment the sword light dissipated, the blood suddenly appeared.
Luo Zeng's unexpected sword shot directly across the sky, breaking through the body-protecting sword energy of this Tianhua Sect disciple, lightly piercing his heart, and the terrifying sword energy shattered his soul.
Killed with one sword! Blood dripped from the tip of the sword and fell on the snow. This Tianhua Sect disciple still had a look of reluctance in his eyes until he died.
Silence! The surroundings fell silent in vain. The disciples of the unqualified sects and the third-rate sects all looked at this scene in astonishment. Although the sword of this Sword God sect disciple was terrifying, there was a big reason why he could kill with one sword.
Partly because of his sneak attack.
Taking advantage of the moment when the disciples of Tianhua Sect spoke, he drew out his sword to kill him. This move was undoubtedly a victory in the eyes of everyone.