Those sword energies were also changing direction under Diao Yayun's control, and the target was Mo Yang.
Seeing the sword energy coming towards him, Mo Yang knew that he would not be able to escape.
It's just that he understands better that if he persists, this battle may be over.
"no solution anymore……"
With a low voice, Mo Yang stood up.
"The blue clouds set and the sun sets!"
The third form of Qingyun Sword Technique, Qingyun Sunset.
One fell to the sky, two fell to the ground, and three fell to the sky!
One stance is divided into three stances, and the three swords are swung out in unison.
Ding ding ding…
After performing three moves in a row, the powerful sword energy rushed forward like a falling meteor.
Such a strong impact defeated the dense sword energy, and the wisps of sword energy changed direction and flew around the ring.
Swish…
Two figures flew out, stood on both sides of the ring, and dissipated the remaining sword energy with one wave.
At the same time, Diao Yayun took a step forward again, and the endless sword energy flew out of the sky again, heading towards Mo Yang.
"Let's see how many of my sword energy you can block!"
Diao Yayun snorted coldly, and the blue-patterned long sword spun again, the sword energy flowing freely and unstoppably.
Kaka...
At the same time, on the other side, Mo Yang's long sword was waving, constantly blocking the sword energy of Diao Yayun's sword, but the sword energy was too much.
For a moment, Mo Yang couldn't completely resist even if he used Qingyun Sunset again.
"waste!"
Suddenly, a shout rang out, Diao Yayun stepped on the ring, the ground cracked and cracked, and his figure floated lightly like a flying swallow, the long sword came straight out and stabbed towards Mo Yang's chest.
At this moment, Mo Yang was fully prepared for the endless sword energy around him. How could he be prepared for Diao Yayun's attack? He could only watch the sword stabbing him.
puff……
Finally, a popping sound spread, and blood bloomed like a rose. A long sword penetrated Mo Yang's chest, and blood flowed uncontrollably.
The puff sound sounded again, and Diao Yayun pulled out the long sword without mercy, bringing up a bloody flower.
The outcome is already clear!
Plop!
Mo Yang's face turned pale, and the sword energy around him slapped him mercilessly, and the surface of his body cracked like a spider web.
Those were horrific scars caused by wisps of sword energy.
Mo Yang spit out blood from the corner of his mouth, knelt on his knees, whining and wanted to say something, but he couldn't move.
With one sword hitting his vital point and hundreds of sword energy attacking him, he was already on the verge of death.
"Teacher, aren't you ready to announce the results?" Diao Yayun said coldly: "I think the outcome is already very clear!"
Yes, the outcome is already clear.
Even if Mo Yang goes beyond the realm of defiance, he will only be in the fourth level of physical vitality state. Facing the genius Diao Yayun who is in the sixth level of pulse condensation state, he has no hope at all.
"The third game..."
"Wait!"
Suddenly, when the instructor could no longer stand the sight of Mo Yang's scarred appearance and was about to announce the results, a shout suddenly sounded.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Suddenly, Mo Yang, who originally looked listless, shouted loudly and blood spurted out of his mouth.
Gradually, he straightened his knees, holding a long sword, and actually stood up from the ground step by step.
"I can still fight, I haven't lost yet!"
Almost as soon as he said a word, Mo Yang couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face became a little paler.
"Those who don't know whether to live or die!" Diao Yayun sneered: "I don't know what kind of heart-breaking pills your pastor gave you, are you just as desperate for your life as a lunatic?"
"Then I'll show you who is the genius and who is the waste!"
Diao Yayun smiled solemnly, held a long sword, and stepped forward: "Since you don't admit defeat, then I will cripple your arm so that you can't hold the sword. Let me see if you still admit defeat!"
The sword came out, Diao Yayun's figure flashed, and the blue-patterned long sword was pointed at the handle of Mo Yang's sword, trying to cut off that palm.
"call……"
But at this moment, Mo Yang exhaled slightly and stood still, motionless.
"What is this guy doing? Wanting to die?"
"Who knows, I'm not my opponent, but I'm still unwilling to admit defeat. This guy really can't figure it out!"
"I think Mu Yun really can't bear to look like this. He probably gave them a death order before the game. They can only die, not lose!"
Seeing Mo Yang standing there like a fool, with many students around him, they couldn't help but close their eyes.
The outcome of this game was already determined from the very beginning, and Mo Yang would definitely lose.
"kill!"
With a low shout, Diao Yayun moved forward with his sword, unstoppable.
"kill!"
In an instant, when Diao Yayun was about to approach Mo Yang, suddenly, Mo Yang's eyes opened, and a sharp aura suddenly appeared.
Ding……
puff……
Two voices suddenly sounded the next moment, and at this moment, the scene fell silent.
"ah……"
The next moment, there was a clang, the sword hit the ground, and a scream suddenly sounded.
Diao Yayun kept covering his right wrist with his left hand, and blood flowed out, staining the arena floor.
What happened?
Why was Diao Yayun suddenly cut off at the wrist?
Seeing Diao Yayun lying on the ring crying, all the students were dumbfounded.
"Sword Intent!"
Suddenly, among the crowd, a tutor exclaimed and couldn't help but stand up and looked at Mo Yang, dumbfounded.
"Sword Intent?"
Upon hearing this instructor's shout, a burst of exclamations of surprise broke out among the students.
The so-called sword intention is a warrior's ultimate understanding of swords and swordsmanship. When a warrior understands the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart in an ultimate state, quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes, which will lead to a warrior's extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship.
Ordinary understanding.
The sword intent is extremely terrifying.
If we say that in the entire Nanyun Empire, there is only one warrior who can become a weapon refiner.
Then those swordsmen who can understand the meaning of the sword are even rarer!
Once a swordsman realizes the meaning of the sword, it is destined that in this life, he will definitely be a peerless swordsman. It goes without saying that it is so terrifying.
Just now, Mo Yang's sword was infinitely copying the style that Mu Yun had practiced for him.
He always remembered what Mu Yun said.
"If you can understand something from this move, it is not impossible to defeat Diao Yayun!"
I see!
I see!
Mo Yang was ecstatic in his heart.
At that moment just now, he felt that his heart was clear, and the sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. So when he swung the sword, he had no worries in his heart, only that sword.
And that sword was so fast and sharp that Diao Yayun had no time to react.
"Are you admitting defeat?"
Holding a long sword, Mo Yang walked up to Diao Yayun and pointed the long sword directly at his chin.
At this moment, Diao Yayun's chopped off palm fell to the side, and his wrist was stained with blood.
"Trash, do you want to admit defeat?"
Seeing that Diao Yayun remained silent, Mo Yang shouted coldly, and like a sword god, his unrivaled sword power instantly enveloped Diao Yayun.
"I surrender!"
At this moment, facing Mo Yang, Diao Yayun no longer had the will to fight.
His heart collapsed under the powerful sword intent.
"In the third game, Mo Yang wins!"
As the instructor's voice fell, the area around the arena exploded.
Mo Yang won!
At the critical moment, he was able to comprehend the sword intention. The sword intention that thousands of swordsmen dreamed of, Mo Yang actually achieved it.
Simply a miracle!
Plop...
When the crowd was shouting, Mo Yang suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.
Thump thump thump…
His head hit the ground, making a "dong-dong-dong" sound. Mo Yang kowtowed three times to Mu Yun.
"Master, my apprentice has lived up to his expectations and won the competition. Master is on top. I accept my respect from my apprentice!"
Mo Yang's voice was whimpering, but every word was sonorous, which shocked everyone.
"Silly boy..."
Seeing the choked look on Mo Yang's expression, Mu Yun stepped onto the stage and cursed with a smile: "You're so sensational, you're afraid I won't accept you!"
After lifting Mo Yang up, Mu Yun felt a stream of true energy inside Mu Yun's body, and found that although Mo Yang was seriously injured, his body's aura was strong. The medicinal bath he was given to soak in the medicine bath was now completely powerful.
"Go back from this battle and understand it carefully. You may be able to enter the fifth level of Qi Condensation Realm!" Looking at Mo Yang, Mu Yun said slightly.
"Yes, Master!"
At this moment, looking at Mu Yun, Mo Yang simply felt like a god.
He really felt that he was about to break through, but Mu Yun saw through it at a glance.
And that Qingyun Sword Technique, three major styles, nine small styles, the essence of the styles, is so wonderful!
If it weren't for Qingyun's swordsmanship in this battle, he would have been defeated long ago and there would be no way he could have survived.
"The fifth junior class has won all three games. Congratulations to Teacher Muyun..."
"Wait!"
Suddenly, a deep voice sounded.
Diao Yadong walked to the ring with a deep gaze that almost made him bleed.
"Oh, why, you are not convinced of the defeat?" Looking at Diao Yadong's cold face, Mu Yun joked: "Otherwise, will Teacher Diao choose a few stronger students to fight against my junior class five?"
"Of course not!"
Faced with Mu Yun's provocation, Diao Yayun smiled slightly and said: "Instructor Mu, congratulations, you won my advanced class three and can be promoted to the intermediate instructor!"
"It's just that I think it would be better if the pastoral instructor can go up to the next level and directly be promoted to senior instructor!"
"oh?"
"There is this opportunity now. I wonder if the pastor dares to take it?"
"tell me the story!"
"Now, the Pastoral Instructor can fight with me. If I win, the Pastoral Instructor will be the senior instructor of the college. How about that?" Diao Yayun smiled and said: "I think the three students from the Pastoral Instructor defeated the three students from my senior class three. The Pastoral Instructor's
My coaching ability is already evident. If the pastoral instructor can defeat me, Diao Yayun, and become the senior instructor of the college, is it reasonable?"
"Invite to fight..."
Seeing Diao Yayun's complacent expression, Mu Yun chuckled, cupped his hands and said, "Please!"
"Pastor!"
"Pastor!"
"Muyun!"
Unexpectedly, Mu Yun would actually agree. Qi Ming, Mo Yang, and Qin Mengyao changed their expressions and wanted to stop him.
Mu Yun's agreement was really a bit impulsive.
Diao Yadong, one of the three most talented tutors in the college, is not comparable to ordinary tutors!