Hearing Gu Yusheng's words, the elder of the arena and Ren Yidao were stunned for a moment.
Buzz.
Ren Yidao spun the sword with his hand and kicked it on the scabbard. There was a cry, a cold light suddenly appeared, and a terrifying crack instantly appeared on the ring.
The elders on the side were caught off guard and pulled off the ring in some embarrassment.
Gu Yusheng tapped his toes and moved just one step, but skillfully avoided the opponent's sudden attack.
Gu Yusheng looked at it carefully and saw that the sword in Ren Yisheng's hand was a single-edged sword. Strictly speaking, it was considered a knife.
However, the action he just took was that of drawing a sword.
And it belongs to the yin-hand style of holding the sword hilt backwards.
Generally, people who hold swords like this should be good at speed and good at attacking and killing.
But the opponent's sword was extremely long and narrow.
Gu Yusheng frowned slightly, it didn't matter whether it was a sword or a sword, the important thing was to see how the opponent would move.
Gu Yusheng stood with his hands behind his back.
No sword was drawn.
Ren Yi's sword failed to succeed, and a bloodthirsty light gradually appeared on his face.
"Draw out the sword!"
He made a spinning knife with his backhand, and the weapon in his hand instantly surged with three bloody energy, with powerful cutting energy, just like the three-clawed blade in the demon clan.
Gu Yusheng raised his hand, turned his vitality into a sword, and clashed with the blood gang.
At this moment, Ren Yidao's mouth showed a strange expression.
When the blood-gang energy dissipated, a bloody sword shadow suddenly appeared, concealing extremely clever sword power. It was as if the power of the confrontation had all turned into his power, and the terrifying sword energy fluctuations had vaguely condensed into a line.
The blood shadow holding the sword slashed at Gu Yusheng several times.
Gu Yusheng narrowed his eyes slightly, but with his sharp consciousness, he did not notice the hidden power of the sword. He used the sword as a sword, but it was just a cover-up.
This guy.
Definitely a master with the sword!
Between the lightning and flint, the place where Gu Yusheng stood was penetrated by several sword shadows, and blood filled the arena.
hiss!
Below, many disciples who were watching the battle looked at each other in astonishment. They did not see the murderous intention hidden in Ren Yida's move, but they saw Gu Yusheng's figure being killed by the blood shadow.
One move!
Gu Yusheng was killed instantly?
At this moment, the practitioners who may face Ren Yi Dao next have solemn expressions on their faces. Because Ren Yi Dao's body is wrapped in strange blood, they cannot sense his true state. His attack method is more like Jianghu.
He is a martial artist, but the blood shadow on his sword tip is used to draw the sword, but it is also a blood evil energy fluctuation that can only be controlled by a true practitioner!
"Huh?"
On the viewing platform, Lei Jiangheng, who was sitting with his sword behind his back, had a hint of surprise in his eyes. He subconsciously looked at the ghost elder of Sijianmen, his brows furrowed. He then thought of something and looked at the man standing beside him, who was filled with a strange aura.
Chu Chen reminded him in a low voice: "Chu Chen, this person is proficient in ghost swordsmanship and is an extremely rare swordsmanship genius. Don't be deceived by the sword in his hand."
Chu Chen's brows showed a cold expression, and his fingers clacked loudly: "What a pity, Gu Yusheng, a bastard, died."
Not far away, a voice floated: "It's too early to draw a conclusion at this time."
The speaker was Yu Qingshan, the Yizijian of Elder Yunfeng.
When Lei Jiangheng heard this, he frowned again, seeming a little surprised.
He looked at the ring attentively, and the blood from the blade was still filling the air, but he vaguely sensed an aura.
Gu Yusheng is indeed still alive.
"Good luck."
Lei Jiang is a non-smiling person. With his status, he should be worried about Gu Yusheng of the Qingyun Sect.
But the elders around him all knew that Lei Jiangheng's words of good luck were somewhat harsh.
After the blood energy filled the arena, a figure gradually appeared on the arena. It had the same aura as Ren Yi Dao, but the blood shadow was holding an invisible blood sword. The blood energy under his feet was like a pool of blood. Gugu
Gurgling.
Ren Yidao inserted the giant sword in his hand into the ground, and stared at Gu Yusheng with his eyes. He was stunned for a moment, and then mocked: "Gu Yusheng, are you like your father, who only knows how to run away?"
Ren Yida's words just fell.
Suddenly, I felt the temperature of the arena drop sharply.
Zheng!
A green light emerged from the gourd.
It turned into a green lotus sword shadow.
Ren Yidao's pupils shrank, and before he understood what was going on, he saw bursts of blood glowing in himself!
These bloody lights are not the ghost sword magical power he used.
Rather, it was the blood mist formed after the flesh and blood were cut by thousands of sword energies in a matter of seconds.
"You are not worthy of my sword, but now that I have, you can go to hell!"
Gu Yusheng's voice came from behind Ren Yidao.
Ren Yidao's eyes looked back as hard as he could.
He met Gu Yusheng's cold and deep eyes. This young man he had never put in his eyes could not feel any human warmth from him at this time.
That look was a gaze from the abyss.
With a gentle wave of the wooden sword in Gu Yusheng's hand, thousands of sparks seemed to fall from the sky, and the bone-corroding and burning pain instantly spread to the depths of his soul.
Before any scream could be heard, a shadow crack appeared silently on the ground where he stood, and a mysterious force gradually pulled him into hell.
The wind blows.
Ren Yidao seemed to disappear into the ring out of thin air.
Only the shadow of the bloody sword condensed by his blood energy was still standing on the ring. He gradually raised the bloody sword in his hand and swung it towards Gu Yusheng.
Blood Shadow waved a powerful sword energy in his hand, causing the runes around the arena to light up!
Gu Yusheng raised the wooden sword in his hand, and two figures passed each other.
Gu Yusheng stopped and his face turned slightly pale.
And that blood shadow stayed on the shadow crack, and a hoarse and low voice reached Gu Yusheng's ears: "Futian Sword Art, are you the disciple of the sword-carrying man? What an amazing guy..."
Gu Gu Gu Gu.
The blood shadow turned into a pool of blood and finally disappeared on the ring. His aura covered up the cracks on the ground where Gu Yusheng had just slashed.
Even the elders on the side of the ring didn't see any clues.
From the time Gu Yusheng and Ren Yidao came on stage to the time they fought, it actually only took a few dozen breaths.
Most of the people in the audience could sense the terror of that blood shadow aura, at least reaching the peak of the Soul Condensation Realm.
However, it seems that he hasn't had time to draw his sword yet.
Any knife that summoned the blood shadow disappeared strangely.
His aura was as if he had never appeared in the arena.
Immediately afterwards, the blood shadow also dissipated in the arena.
Only the exchange of blows with Gu Yusheng just now was reflected in everyone's minds.
The elder on the side swayed and suddenly appeared on the ring. He first stared at the blood bubbles on the ground with a solemn expression, and then stared at Gu Yusheng with a complicated expression. After a few breaths, he said: "Let's fight.
Gu Yusheng wins!"
The people on the stage have not yet recovered from their shock.
Gu Yusheng put away his wooden sword and walked step by step towards the edge of the ring.
The elder on the ring stared at Gu Yusheng's back and said: "Gu Yusheng, you are really lucky. Along the way, you met a few old fritters from Qingyun Sect. Today, you met a guy who has never mastered the ghost sword. I hope that in the next game, you will
Such good luck too.”
Gu Yusheng paused, did not respond, and walked off the ring silently.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Yusheng, with questions all over their faces. They obviously didn't know what was going on, and noisy voices kept coming and going.
"That's it? What the hell does this mean?"
"I just lowered my head and sealed the plate? Why is it gone? Who can tell me what happened? What about the disciples of the Four Swords Sect?"
"No more."
"No more?"
"Well, I'm gone. Well, I just paid 300 sect contribution points. Shouldn't you pay me three times?"
"Ah, yes, yes, and mine too!"
The disciples of the Qingyun Sect were originally focused on the mysterious disappearance of Ren Yidao, but in an instant they became senior gambling dogs!
At the elder stage, Lei Jiangheng looked away from the arena, sneered, and said: "I originally thought that there was a genius of ghost swordsmanship in the Four Sword Sect, but I didn't expect that he actually fed the wandering sword soul with blood, and was counterattacked by the sword soul. This kind of
For the taboo method, the Four Swords Sect is also a bit too courageous. Haha, Gu Yusheng is really lucky. If only the disciple of the Sijian Sect could have stronger blood, life or death would be unpredictable."
"It's better if he's alive, isn't it?"
Chu Chen's expression was cold, and the Black Dragon Sword in his hand was buzzing, as if he was trying hard to restrain himself.
Not far away, Yu Qingshan looked at Chu Chen, and then at the elders around Lei Jiangheng who nodded in agreement with Lei Jiangheng's analysis. His eyes followed Gu Yusheng's figure little by little, and he looked at it silently for a long time.
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Guest seat.
Huo Qingyuan, the master of the Four Swords Sect, glanced at the sword-guarding elder and frowned: "Fourth Elder, Ren Yidao is your direct disciple, what's going on?"
Huo Qingyuan was naturally alluding to Ren Yi Dao's use of blood to nourish the soul of the sword.
The so-called sword soul actually refers to some powerful swordsmen monks who died for some reasons, leaving behind a trace of obsession sealed in the natal sword. The natal swords of these sword cultivators should have been collected by human monks and returned to the sword.
Ponds or sealing them up and letting them rest forever in the ground can be regarded as a kind act and end their fate in this world.
After all, among the demon clan, there are many demon monks who specifically look for human souls to practice, steal human wisdom and great ways, and thereby increase their strength greatly in a very short period of time and eliminate the demonic aura. It seems to be even more similar to that of the human race.
There is no doubt that practitioners are.
And these demon cultivators often lurk among the human cultivators, causing great harm to the human race.
Yin Huai is the sword-guarding elder in the west position of the Sword Pool of the Four Swords Sect. The west position is extremely yin, so he is also called the ghost elder. Facing Huo Qingyuan's question, he frowned and looked like he didn't know how to explain it. For a while,
, he said in a hoarse voice: "Master, I know Ren Yidao's strength best. Gu Yusheng's movement just now was a bit weird. He seemed to have struck a sword, but I didn't see it clearly..."
"So Ren Yidao was killed in seconds?" Huo Qingyuan sneered, "Is this strength? If so, there is nothing to say."
"Don't think that I don't know what you are planning. Don't go against the bottom line when it comes to certain things. Otherwise, it will bring the Sijian Sect to a point of no return." Huo Qingyuan stood up and left, because any sword was the first failure of the Sijian Sect.
The disciple who showed up and lost his life.
The other two elders looked at each other. The matter was done extremely secretly. Did the sect leader already know about it?