Chapter 132 The strength of the Xuanbang martial artist
Zhang Ruochen felt a lot of pressure from Sikong Shu and smiled bitterly. Originally, he just wanted to keep a low profile and pick a weaker challenger.
But he didn't expect that he would pick a top player who was even more powerful than Ju Hailan.
Of course, since you are on the challenge stage, no matter how strong your opponent is, you must go all out.
"Junior brother, take the stick from senior brother first."
Sikong Shu roared loudly, his voice was like a bell, deafening and deafening, turning into a strong wind and rushing towards Zhang Ruochen. His feet kicked on the ground, as fast as a giant ape, and he rushed in front of Zhang Ruochen in an instant.
He raised the stick with both hands and swung it down.
A gust of cold air hit his face. Zhang Ruochen looked up and saw a huge stick shadow pressing down, just like an ice peak falling down.
You know, that iron rod weighs 1,608 kilograms. If it is hit, even a 10,000 kilogram boulder can be smashed into stone powder.
Zhang Ruochen did not confront him head-on. He bent his legs slightly, lowered his body, and displayed the wind-controlling flying dragon shadow, as if he was walking on the wind, and flew behind Sikong Shu.
Take the initiative and strike with your sword.
"Ha ha!"
Sikong Shu hit the air with his stick, laughed loudly, immediately twisted the tiger's waist, swung the stick with his backhand, and struck behind him.
Not only was he tall and mighty, with amazing strength, but his reaction speed was also very fast, giving Zhang Ruochen no chance at all.
If Zi Qian dared to challenge Sikong Shu, she would have no chance of winning and would probably be seriously injured by Sikong Shu with one move.
Facing the tungsten star cold iron rod coming towards him, Zhang Ruochen had no room to retreat and could only fight hard. He held the sword with both hands, mobilized all the energy in his body, and struck forward with one sword.
"Bang!"
The power of the Tungsten Star Han iron rod was surprisingly strong. As soon as it collided, Zhang Ruochen felt an overwhelming force coming from the sword, knocking him away.
Fortunately, he had practiced the Wind Control Flying Dragon Shadow. When he was about to fall off the challenge platform, he kicked in the air. His body fell steadily and stood on the edge of the challenge platform.
"Such a great power." Zhang Ruochen felt pain in his fingers and his arms seemed to be broken.
After circulating Yujing Zhenqi throughout the whole body for a week, the pain in both arms eased a bit.
Seeing Zhang Ruochen actually catching his blow, Sikong Shu's eyes showed excitement and he smiled and said: "Junior brother is really good at what I do, senior brother, I admire you. If I let junior brother practice for another year and a half, senior brother, I will definitely lose.
It's very miserable. But with your current cultivation level, junior brother, you are definitely no match for me, senior brother."
After Zhang Ruochen learned the powerful power of Sikong Shu, he no longer fought head-on with Sikong Shu, and slowly released the space-time domain, covering the entire challenge stage.
"Eighteen sticks that break the sky!"
Sikong Shu wanted to defeat Zhang Ruochen in one go, so he used a low-grade spiritual-level attack stick technique.
Holding the stick in both hands, he slashed towards Zhang Ruochen with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.
Sikong Shu's attainments in the stick technique have reached the intermediate level. He is carrying an iron rod weighing 1,608 kilograms. But it is like carrying a wooden stick. He lifts the weight as if it is light, opens and closes widely, and dances like stars and flowing water.
The eighteen stick moves, wave after wave, became stronger and stronger, completely sealing the space in all directions of Zhang Ruochen.
The powerful wind made a popping sound.
All the students in the audience were sweating for Zhang Ruochen. If he were hit by a 1,608-pound iron bar, his bones would probably turn into powder.
"Zhang Ruochen has no way out. He will definitely be defeated within ten moves." Yuchi Tiancong sneered.
"Even if he loses, he is still quite powerful. Other students ranked in the top ten, such as Xue Qingchuan and Cai Chen, probably can't handle Sikong Shu's many moves. Zhang Ruochen has the strength to enter the top ten of the West Academy."
Just when everyone thought Zhang Ruochen was bound to lose, suddenly, the students around him screamed in surprise.
Everyone looked towards the challenge stage and saw Zhang Ruochen leaping three feet high and escaping from Sikong Shu's battle circle.
"Junior brother, you can't escape."
Sikong Shu laughed loudly, and suddenly jumped up. He actually jumped seven feet high, and immediately flew to the top of Zhang Ruochen's head. He raised his stick with both hands and struck down.
All warriors know that when flying in mid-air, there is nowhere to rely on, and once attacked, there is no way to escape.
"Whoosh!"
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's body paused for a moment at a height of three feet above the ground, then miraculously took the second step and kicked upward another three feet, reaching a height of six feet above the ground.
Before it was over, his body jumped upwards again, reaching a height of nine feet above the ground.
The three leaps were completed in the blink of an eye, making the students in the audience exclaim.
"This... what kind of martial skill is this?"
"Without borrowing any power, he was able to leap twice in succession in the air."
An elder said: "It's not that he didn't borrow any power, he borrowed the power of the wind. He probably hasn't mastered this kind of martial arts to perfection, otherwise, he can definitely borrow the power of the wind and leap to the clouds."
That elder was right. Zhang Ruochen had only mastered the Wind Flying Dragon Shadow to a small degree and could only leap upward in mid-air twice at most.
If you practice the Wind-controlling Flying Dragon Shadow to perfection, you will be able to leap nine times in mid-air, and you will indeed have a chance to jump to the clouds.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen stood nine feet above the ground, two feet taller than Sikong Shu.
He held the sword in both hands, with a strange smile on his face: "Senior brother, you can also take my sword."
"Heaven's heart makes the tide."
In mid-air, there was the sound of surging water, and the sword energy was like layers of water waves, rushing downwards.
Zhang Ruochen actually wanted to take advantage of the situation by using "Tian Xin Makes Tide" instead of other sword moves.
With what momentum?
Sikong Shu was currently hanging seven feet above the ground, and was about to fall rapidly. With his level of cultivation, he would not be injured even if he fell from a height of seven feet in the air.
However, Zhang Ruochen used "Heaven's Heart Makes Tide" and slashed the sword energy downward from the sky, just to make Sikong Shu accelerate his fall downwards.
After a while.
"boom!"
Sikong Shu landed on the ground with his feet, stamping on the ground with a loud bang. The strong impact caused his legs to bend slightly, and he almost lost his balance while sitting on the ground.
"Pop!"
All the bones in Sikong Shu's body were shaking. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and pulled out the true energy from the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod before landing, making the Tungsten Star Cold Iron Rod weigh only one hundred and eight kilograms.
If not, he would definitely not be able to bear the force of the violent fall just now.
"Heaven's Heart Full Moon!"
Zhang Ruochen seized the opportunity and before he hit the ground, he slashed out with his sword and struck Sikong Shu's neck.
In a hurry, Sikong Shu took a step back and blocked it with a tungsten star cold iron rod.
How could the tungsten star cold iron rod without activating the inscription pattern be able to stop Zhang Ruochen?
"Bang!"
The Tungsten Star Cold iron rod flew out of Sikong Shu's hand and fell off the challenge platform.
Zhang Ruochen had the upper hand and pressed forward step by step, leaving no chance for Sikong Shu to counterattack.
Sikong Shu was forced to retreat continuously, with more than ten sword slashes appearing on his robes. Finally, he was forced to the edge of the challenge platform.
"Blood energy and concentration!"
Sikong Shu's body exuded thick blood energy, and a blood formation with a diameter of five meters formed under his feet. Behind him appeared the shadow of a huge wild lion and a stick-shaped blood soldier.
Only by reaching the Great Perfection of Xuanji Realm can the blood beasts, blood soldiers, and blood formations be combined to form a blood and energy phenomenon. It is called "blood and energy condensing the spirit".
By stimulating the power of his blood vessels, Sikong Shu's combat power increased significantly. He waved his arm and punched out.
Following Situ Shu's fist, the huge wild lion shadow and the stick-shaped blood soldier flew towards Zhang Ruochen at the same time.
"Blood Qi Congealing Beast!"
Zhang Ruochen also stimulated the power of his blood vessels, and dragon shadows and elephants formed behind him.
The sword thrust out. The dragon shadow and the elephant followed and rushed over, hitting Sikong Shu.
A shocking scene appeared. Long Ying and Xiang Ying actually tore apart Sikong Shu's blood energy phenomenon. With a crushing power, they knocked Sikong Shu away and fell off the challenge platform.
"The blood energy condensation beast in the small extreme of the Xuanji realm actually broke the blood energy condensation of the great perfection in the Xuanji realm. How can Zhang Ruochen's bloodline be so powerful?"
In the distance, the three deputy deans and the dean of the west courtyard were all shocked.
The master of the West Courtyard cried out: "Dragon-Elephant bloodline, he actually inspired the Dragon-Elephant bloodline."
"It is indeed the blood of Dragon and Elephant. Sikong Shu was defeated at his hands. It was not unjust at all." The head of the south courtyard said.
The deputy director of the North Academy smiled and said: "Congratulations, Lord, the West Academy has another master of the Mystical Ranking Warrior level. This boy has the potential to reach the top ten of the Mysterious Ranking."
The other students didn't understand the meaning of the dragon-elephant bloodline at all. But they could see clearly that Zhang Ruochen had condensed the blood dragon and blood elephant. Just that martial aura could oppress a warrior of the same level to the point where they couldn't breathe.
The elder guarding the challenge stage was also slightly surprised, and then announced loudly: "Zhang Ruochen won the challenge and ranked seventh in the West Courtyard."
Although he is only seventh, everyone knows that Zhang Ruochen's true strength may be able to enter the top five in the West Campus.
Zhang Ruochen walked to the challenge stage, and other students stepped onto the challenge stage.
Some of the students ranked behind seventh in the West Academy took the initiative to challenge Zhang Ruochen, but they were all defeated by Zhang Ruochen. Gradually, Zhang Ruochen's strength was recognized, and fewer and fewer students dared to challenge him.
It's getting late and night has fallen.
In the martial arts field in the west courtyard, twelve fireballs lit up, lighting up the night sky.
Brutal battles are still going on on the ten challenge platforms, with some challenging to victory and others failing.
After Zhang Ruochen defeated eight challengers in a row, no one dared to challenge him again.
"Zhang Ruochen!"
Duanmu Xingling stood on the edge of the martial arts field in the west courtyard, waving to Zhang Ruochen mysteriously.
Zhang Ruochen walked over and said, "Senior Sister Duanmu, what can I do for you?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down, don't be discovered."
Duanmu Xingling put her finger to her lips and made a silencing gesture.
"Follow me and don't make a sound."
Duanmu Xingling looked very cautious, like a thief. He looked around, and when he saw that no one had discovered him, he took Zhang Ruochen and walked into the night.