Zhao Xiong shouted loudly, seeing that he was so dark and naive, but he still knew how to use his wits.
At the critical moment, he used a provocation method on Zhuyu to prevent him from getting up.
In a monk's fight, although the flying sword is thrown out of the body, if you sit cross-legged and don't move, your combat power will be reduced by at least half.
Because during the fight, while he was attacking with magical power and swordsmanship, his body was constantly moving to confuse his opponent. Sitting still like a squid, the target of others' attack was very clear, which was a great disadvantage to him.
Zhu Yu could only sit down with Chu San, but would he dare to do this to Zhao Xiong?
Before accepting the inheritance of Yin Tianfeng, Zhu Yu would never have dared to look down on a physically powerful monster like Zhao Xiong.
But now, his Nascent Soul is as strong as a Heavenly Master-level strongman, and in terms of swordsmanship, while Zhu Yu is fighting against the enemy, he is running the mental method of "The Lotus Moves the Nine Heavens".
He was raising his sword while facing the enemy, and he was worried that he didn't have a powerful physical practitioner to serve as a sparring partner.
Facing Zhao Xiong's huge fist, Zhu Yu thrust out his lone killing flying sword.
The sword light touched the opponent's fist lightly, and boom!
Spiritual energy exploded in the air.
Touch it again, and the spiritual power explodes again.
After touching it three times in a row, Zhao Xiong's powerful blow was already the end of his powerful crossbow.
It's also the retreat from "Wubenjue".
In this pose, the mermaid still sits cross-legged on the ground, with the sword retreating but not retreating. However, it cleverly makes up for the lack of strength of the sword cultivator, and can easily resolve such a sharp blow from the opponent.
The next moment, Zhuyu's sword moves changed extremely quickly.
The flying sword shook slightly in the air.
One sword becomes two swords, two swords become three swords.
In an instant, the sky was filled with sword light. The sword light was condensed with violent spiritual power and rolled towards Zhao Xiong's body in an instant.
"Well done!" Zhao Xiong shouted violently. He danced his arms continuously and punched dozens of times. At the moment when the fist light and the sword light were about to touch, Zhu Yu's magical swordsmanship suddenly changed, and countless sword lights disappeared.
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All the sword light turned into a sword light, which suddenly penetrated Zhao Xiong's boxing blockade and instantly stabbed Zhao Xiong in front of him.
This sudden change shocked Zhao Xiong. His cultivation level was extremely high and he also had rich experience in battles.
Of course he could see the magical power of the void used by Zhu Yu's sword. Seeing that this sword was so sharp, even if he had the indestructible magical power, he probably would not be able to directly resist it.
He hurriedly closed his fists and blocked his chest with two fists. Only then could he block Zhu Yu's sword.
"Boom!" a sound.
Fists and swords intersect, the void twists, and spiritual power stirs up a huge hurricane like a violent storm.
Zhao Xiong's body had to retreat more than ten feet before he could stabilize his figure.
His eyes popped open and he shouted: "What are you..."
A sword move contained magical powers of the void. It also possessed magical powers of power. Zhao Xiong felt a huge force coming from Zhuyu's sword, and he involuntarily stepped back.
The two sides exchanged two moves, but Zhao Xiong was already at the disadvantage. From the beginning to the end, Zhu Yu sat cross-legged. This situation shocked all the viewers.
If Chu Sancai was previously weak in strength and underestimated the enemy, Zhu Yu easily defeated him, so that's fine.
However, Zhao Xiong is a first-class monk among the disciples of Wuwai Jiangshan, and he is a physical cultivator, but he is also so vulnerable in front of Zhu Yu.
Zhao Xiong's expression instantly became solemn, and his body instantly expanded and transformed into a black bear that was more than twenty feet tall.
The giant black bear casts a long shadow on the ground, giving people a huge sense of oppression.
He knew in his heart that if he didn't transform, he would have no chance of winning today, so he made an immediate decision and transformed into his prototype.
Huge bear monster, a black bear pounces on the food, its huge body is like a hill, crushing directly towards the squid.
At the same time, he waved his bear arms crazily, and fists swayed down all over the sky.
Zhu Yu still didn't get up, but his sword moves suddenly became faster.
The flying sword, which is as black as ink, draws black lightning one after another in the air. The magical power is "four or two thousand catties", the magical power is "destruction", the magical power is "power", and all kinds of magical powers are constantly changing in the sword moves of Zhuyu.
At this time, the monks from the Five Kingdoms and the monks outside the fog could see clearly that the magical sword technique used by Zhu Yu was the Chu royal family's signature magical sword technique, "The Thirteen Swords of the Cloak".
Previously, Zhu Yu's "Wu Ben Jue" was too basic and was rarely used by disciples of the Chu royal family to fight enemies in the arena, while "Thirteen Swords of Cloak" was familiar to everyone.
The use of the Thirteen Swords of Zhuyu's Cloak can be said to fully reveal the essence of this set of magical sword techniques.
He used this sword technique to confront Zhao Xiong, and it felt like he was giving a precise demonstration.
All the essences of the magical power of the Thirteen Swords of Cloak are reflected in his sword moves one by one. No matter how strong Zhao Xiong is and how fierce his fists are, he can't break through this magical swordsmanship in the slightest.
Not only was it unable to break through, but Zhu Yu took advantage one after another and was forced to retreat.
In the blink of an eye, the two sides fought for more than twenty rounds.
Zhao Xiong had already retreated a hundred feet away, Zhu Yu's sword was faster, and the sword light could not even be seen in the sky, only streaks of black mist were seen, and the directions of the black mist were all Zhao Xiong's flaws.
Zhao Xiong's huge body was desperately moving and turning in the air. How could he still have the power to attack? It was difficult to even parry.
The expressions of all the heavenly masters outside the mist were extremely solemn. Mu Zixu's eyes flickered and he murmured: "The Thirteen Cloak Swordsman can be cultivated to such a level. I can't believe it, I can't believe it..."
"Zhao Xiong is going to be defeated..."
Muzi's false words have not yet fallen silent.
Zhao Xiong's thick voice screamed in the void.
Zhu Yu used his "Desert Flying Sand" move to stab Zhao Xiong in three places: shoulder, abdomen and leg, hitting all three swords.
The behemoth, which was dozens of feet tall, froze in the air for an instant, its fists disappeared, and its huge body fell like a free fall.
Zhu Yu used three swords to seal Zhao Xiong's cultivation, and the next moment, he fired several spells.
Black ropes as thick as buckets condensed in the air, tying Zhao Xiong into a rice dumpling. Zhu Yu's hand gently pulled Zhao Xiong in front of him involuntarily.
"What a big bear!" the little girl clapped her hands with a happy smile on her face.
Zhao Xiong slowly turned into a human form, his face was ashen, "Plop!" He knelt on the ground and said: "Zhao Xiong is no match for Zhu Daoyou, I let you down!"
The little girl waved her little hands and said: "Don't be disappointed, don't be disappointed, it's fun to let Uncle Zhuyu catch you!"
Zhao Xiong looked ashamed, slowly moved away, and sat on the ground obediently, convinced.
Zhao Xiong was defeated!
The whole place once again fell into an eerie silence.
The strong men from Wuwaijiangshan were defeated, and the ball went to the side of the monks from the Five Nations again.
Judging from the posture of the battle just now, Zhu Yu's cultivation level can be said to be unfathomable. Even if a heavenly master faced him, it would be difficult for him to win easily.
Among the younger disciples of the Five Kingdoms, can anyone take over such magical swordsmanship?
Li Zhenshan chuckled and said: "Fellow Daoist Zuo, I, Zhao Xiong from Wuwaijiangshan, am not the enemy of Daoist Zhuyu, now it's your turn to appear..."
The Immortal Emperors of the Five Kingdoms all looked strange.
Yi Jing shook his head and said: "It's unbelievable that the Chu royal family has such a monster after Xia Hou. Our sect Yi Rong is definitely no match for him."
Ji Changge and Mo Qianli also shook their heads at the same time, looking at Zhu Yu with extremely complicated expressions.
Zuo Zimu's expression was extremely gloomy. After a long time, he snorted and said, "Don't destroy your prestige!"
He paused and said loudly: "Yihe, you go up!"
Liu Yihe had been eager to give it a try. As soon as he heard the master's order, he immediately dodged and pounced on Zhuyu.
"Zhu Yu, can you give me a fair fight?"
Liu Yihe was extremely arrogant and did not want to confront the sitting Zhuyu. He would lose face if he won.
Zhu Yu turned his head and chuckled slightly, saying: "If you want to fight, take action, or else go back! Don't show your hypocritical face in front of me."
Zhu Yu's words were quite unceremonious. Who was Liu Yihe in the Qin Palace? He was always arrogant and arrogant wherever he went. How had he ever been so despised?
His face instantly darkened, and he said: "You are seeking death! No one can escape alive under my sword, Liu Yihe!"
Zhu Yu ignored him, looked at the little girl, and said calmly: "If you can survive ten moves under my sword, you will win!"
He said this very quietly and calmly, but as soon as he said it, it was no less than a bombshell dropped into the crowd.
The faces of the monks from the Five Kingdoms, especially those from the Qin Immortal Kingdom, all changed drastically. Zhu Yu was nakedly humiliating the Qin royal family. This was the most severe provocation to the Qin royal family.
"Kill him, Senior Brother Liu!" the disciple of the Qin royal family shouted while pulling his neck.
Without them shouting, Liu Yihe was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
Liu Yihe has lived for almost two thousand years, and has traveled across China for a thousand years. He has seen arrogant people, but he has never seen anyone as arrogant as Zhu Yu.
"Today you and I will fight to the death!" Liu Yihe shouted violently.
He shouted, and the flying sword shot out instantly.
Powerful domineering energy shot out from his sword moves, the sky and the earth changed color, the wind and clouds roared, and the void was torn apart like a scroll in the sword light.
""Shanhe Sheji Jue"?"
This is Zuo Zimu's most proud magical swordsmanship. Liu Yihe actually learned the Shanhe Sheji Jue?
This magical sword art is famous for its dominance. Mountains, rivers and land, four seasons change, spring flowers and autumn fruits, summer heat and winter hide are all reflected in this magical sword art.
The sword technique is based on the two qi of yin and yang, and the changes of yin and yang derive countless magical powers, the most sharp and domineering.
Liu Yihe's sword was an artistic conception of the chilling of all things in Eastern Tibet. As soon as the sword came out, a cold air enveloped the squid. The little girl immediately clung to the squid, and she was actually shivering from the cold.
Zhu Yu frowned slightly, and took action again with his "solitary killing".
In the twisted void, the black lone killing sword twisted like smoke blown away by the wind.
Smoke rose from the kitchen and suddenly exploded in the air.
"Pa, pop!" During the explosion, the storm suddenly rose, and the sky suddenly darkened. At the same time as this darkened, a red cloud rose from behind the squid.
The squid is sitting on the ground, but it seems like it is sitting on the clouds.
In the dim sky, a violent storm started at this moment. (To be continued...)