Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Swords Unparalleled
Outside the messy field, everyone watching the battle felt a flash of sword light. A bit of sadness arose in their hearts for no reason.
Then the movement of covering a thousand cities suddenly stopped, and his body stood stiffly on the spot. In front of him, there was a layer of ice wall nearly ten feet thick, but it had been cut through it. A mouthful full of ice.
The ancient long sword covered with decay marks passed through the ice wall and hit Gai Qiancheng's throat. Just move forward and extend it a little more to cut Gai Qiancheng's throat.
Everyone was suffocating for a moment, and more than 90% of them still didn't understand what happened at that moment.
But they know that Gai Qiancheng, who was once invincible in Soochow, has been defeated, and he was defeated with an extremely clean sword!
In the past three years, Wu Jingnei has never had an opponent, but he can't stop Zhuang Wudao's sword!
"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's so fast!"
"Am I right? Even a person like Gai Qiancheng can't withstand a sword."
"It seems that with just one action of drawing the sword, Gai Qiancheng will be defeated. That is not considered swordsmanship at all."
“Unheard of!”
When everyone around him was talking about it, Kong Hui couldn't help but swallow hard: "It's really fast. Is Zhuang Wudao better at using a sword? Why have I never seen him before? Gai Qiancheng is considered unlucky.
——”
There was no last word, and there was no intention to take pleasure in the misfortune. If it had been him, the result would have been even worse.
At least Gai Qiancheng was able to erect a layer of ice wall in front of him at the critical moment to resist, which was much stronger than him.
"It should be a mysterious technique. No one can stop this sword under the eighth floor!"
Xia Miao's expression was also a little stiff, and she looked deeply at Zhuang Wudao again, as if she had met him for the first time.
This person is really hard for him to understand, and he can’t tell the truth from the truth.”
"That guy has another twenty thousand taels of gold tickets in his pocket. But the Xiahou family will probably be extremely happy. With forty thousand taels of gold, it's not too much of a loss to buy a place as a righteous inner disciple."
Beitang Wan'er said nothing, biting her lower lip tightly, almost bleeding. Even Gai Qiancheng couldn't get through under Zhuang Wudao's hands? So what did he hide from her before?
How many times? How many times did you compete and compete with each other? How much of your strength did you use?
This sword seemed familiar to her. She remembered that she had seen it before in Dongchuan Alley. However, its power today was ten times more powerful.
I had known Zhuang Wudao before, and he probably had good attainments in swordsmanship, and he always carried a rusty ancient sword on his back.
However, she never knew that Zhuang Wudao's swordsmanship was so strong!
Where everyone was paying attention, Gai Qiancheng's face was green and pale, and he was in despair. His expression was blank, looking at the tip of the sword at his throat. He was still thinking about what he had just done. He was defeated too quickly and inexplicably.
When the sword light flashed, he subconsciously felt something bad. He activated his skills and formed an ice wall in front of him. However, he was unable to block it. When he reacted, he felt a hint of coldness in his throat, and an almost penetrating ice wall.
The sword energy enters the body.
Opposite him, 'Zhuang Wudao' smiled and patted Gai Qiancheng's face with his sword.
"You lost, you are so weak! But your strength is still good, which is very rare at this age. If you practice for a few more years, you won't be able to block this sword. Don't be discouraged -"
He was completely using the tone of an elder giving instructions to a junior, but within his thoughts, the real Zhuang Wudao was going crazy.
"Why use the sword-drawing technique?"
He originally planned to use this pseudo-mystical art as a trump card to press the bottom of the box. Otherwise, there would be no need to explain it to Yan Jun in Xiling Valley.
"Since the battle is to be fought quickly, what else is there besides this sword-drawing technique?"
Yun'er didn't care, and seemed to take his actions as a matter of course: "Besides, I have left a thin line, without connecting the veins and acupoints, using the big cracked stone palm."
Zhuang Wudao was speechless. Is this also called leaving a thread?
"Then what did you say just now? A scholar can't be killed and humiliated. He has still been defeated, so why does he need to be so humiliated?"
"It's nothing more than leaving an opponent for the sword master. This Gaiqiancheng is very strong! It only takes the sword master half a year to catch up with Yu Anjun. But the sword master will need at least three years to fight with this guy, training day and night.
No. As the sword master, I will defeat this person one more time. Next time, I can only rely on the sword master himself."
As Yun'er spoke, he put away the Qingyun Sword Shiranly. Zhuang Wudao was extremely angry, but he didn't know what kind of medicine Yun'er had taken today, and it always took possession of his body and refused to return it.
Looking at the opposite side, the eyes of Gai Qiancheng were already red. Zhuang Wudao could read the rage, resentment, extremely strong fighting spirit, and the unrelenting obsession.
"Okay! Very good! In the eighteen years I have been at Gai Qiancheng, this is the first time someone has dared to speak to me like this. Today's defeat, Gai Qiancheng is convinced. Today's humiliation, I will also remember it.
It will definitely be returned!"
Halfway through the words, he turned around and left without any hesitation. Maybe he was too excited. When he reached the fifth step, he stumbled and almost fell. But then he straightened his back and walked towards the crowd.
Go for laymen.
Zhuang Wudao felt his scalp go numb, knowing that Yun'er had made a mortal enemy for him. Looking at the look in Gai Qiancheng's eyes just now, he almost wanted to eat Zhuang Wudao alive. In the future, the two of them will probably do it.
It will be until one party falls completely!
Yun'er paid little attention to it, but looked at the referee next to him with a smile. The instructor took a breath of cold air, and finally nodded slightly.
"In this battle, No. 47 Zhuang Wudao wins and ranks first! Gai Qiancheng's order is postponed and ranks second!"
'Zhuang Wudao' nodded with satisfaction, and just when the real Zhuang Wudao felt that the heat in his body had just begun to subside slightly, another person walked out of the crowd and reached the position where Gai Qiancheng was standing before.
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"Ranked third, Donglihan, challenges the number one Zhuang Wudao!"
The crowds in all directions suddenly exploded with another buzzing sound. The corners of Yun'er's lips were also slightly raised. The heat flow continued to pour in, controlling Zhuang Wudao's body again, and he stood with his hands behind his hands. He looked around
Sometimes, he is conceited and contemptuous.
"Accept the challenge!"
Dong Lihan was slightly startled when he heard this, and then frowned.
"You don't need to rest for a day? Mysterious and magical powers can only be restored after twelve hours. I'm only interested in your martial arts skills with that sword."
"Oh? That's it."
Yun'er shook his head slightly, disapprovingly: "That sword will indeed restore twelve hours. It just wants to defeat you, but it is much simpler than the one just now, and it is really useless. Don't you understand? In short
In other words, you are not worthy yet."
Zhuang Wudao has been completely numb. Ever since he mastered Yunjian Jue and reached the first level of heaven, something is wrong with this sword spirit. First, he instigated him to use the demonic blood sacrifice method. This time, he did not know what kind of madness he got.
Does he refuse to stop until he has enemies all over the world?
"Yun'er, you should wait until tomorrow."
He couldn't refuse Dong Lihan's challenge, and he couldn't answer it. However, the time to accept the challenge would have to wait until at least the next day.
Yun'er asked in confusion: "Why? There are still four mysterious powers that have not been used, and the sword master still maintains most of his strength."
"That's not right! I don't know that if the trees are beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy them; if they are piled up on the bank, the current will be turbulent; if they walk higher than others, they will be rejected by others? If a tree is tall, it is easy to break. These principles should also apply to Yun'er
It’s clear, why is that so?”
"If you are not envied by others, you are a mediocre person."
Yun'er said calmly: "It is precisely because the tree is big and attracts the wind that it has deep roots. Can the sword master know the power and intention? You have a flawed character and have no confidence in yourself. It is good to hide and be patient and accumulate strength. But you don't know that in your heart, you have been afraid of giving in.
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If you continue like this, I am afraid that even if you reach the fairyland, you will not be able to inspire your natural fighting spirit. If the sword master does not want it, then I will force you. Only by being with the strong, fighting among tigers and tempering, can you only have the self-confidence to win and the indomitable will.
Only then can the fighting spirit be awakened——"
"You once taught me about power and intention. But I also remember that you once said that if I don't want to, you can't take my body. Since you are the Qingyun Sword Spirit."
"Did I say that?"
Yun'er was stunned, silent for a while, and then the thought that came to him was without any hint of guilt.
"I forgot! But after the sword master mentioned it, I vaguely remembered something."
Zhuang Wudao grinded his teeth for a while and almost forgot about it. He was really confident!
"I suddenly have a lot of memories lately, it's so confusing! I can't remember some things."
Yun'er suddenly laughed, the sound was like silver bells and fairy music: "But sword master, as the master of Qingyun Sword, you should not be afraid of competition! You should show your sharpness, look down on all living beings, and be proud of all cultivators in the world.
You have the right courage! Sword Master, you have been on the streets since you were a child, and you are certainly very brave.
He is ruthless and dares to risk his life, but he is also infected with the slickness of a market figure. Whenever he encounters an opponent, the sword master's first thought is not how to defeat the enemy, but how to protect himself and how to avoid conflicts. Only when he has no choice but to fight, will he rise up and fight.
For example, that Shen Lin. You must know that the sword is fearless——"
Zhuang Wudao was silent. This was indeed a shortcoming of his. However, given his current situation, shouldn't he be careful at every step? He must show his sharpness?
After just one breath, Luo Qingyun paused again and stopped smiling.
"It's my fault today. I should have listened to the sword master's orders! So in this battle, is the sword master prepared to win or lose?"
Zhuang Wudao was tangled for a while, his mood was complicated, and he couldn't express it for a moment. After hesitating for a long time, he said: "You still win, right?"
He also dislikes the feeling of giving up after defeat.
When Yun'er said that, the face of Dong Lihan opposite him turned out to be extremely ugly, and fire was about to burst out of his eyes: "Unworthy? That's it. In your eyes, I, Dong Lihan, am so unworthy. Since Brother Zhuang is not worthy,
If you want to rest, then Dong, please come with me!"
The referee next to him gave the two men a helpless look and rang the bell without asking for instructions from Master Feng Xuan.
"The third Dong Lihan challenges the first Zhuang Wudao. The winner has no grudges and the loser has no regrets!"