On and off the stage, the elders and disciples were all shocked.
Lin Baiyu had cultivated Thunder Sword Qi, so what was Ling Bufei? Why did lightning suddenly appear on his body? Did he also cultivate thunder spells?
No, even if he cultivated it, there was no way he could absorb all of Lin Baiyu's thunder. This completely went against common sense.
"What is this?" Beifeng wondered, "Didn't the young sect master practice some evil method?"
"What kind of crooked method?" Yuan Songqiao said lazily, "Senior Brother Beifeng is also a cultivator of god transformation. Didn't you find something wrong with Lei Guang?"
Thunder light? The elders were stunned, and then Elder Gan exclaimed: "Golden! This is golden thunder! The golden thunder of heavenly calamity!"
Yuan Songqiao smiled: "Junior sister Gan still has a good sense!"
Yang Xiangtian thought thoughtfully: "I heard that the demonic energy in the meridians of the young sect master was dispersed by thunder. It turns out that this is true. God has indeed given a glimmer of hope. It is unpredictable whether good or bad luck will come."
Beifeng understood and said angrily: "Young Sect Master is still lucky!"
Yuan Songqiao confronted him and said: "This is not luck. Under normal circumstances, the catastrophe of a monk's baby cannot reach the level of golden thunder. This golden thunder is born from the baby of Master Bai. The devil is born.
, the heaven and the earth cannot tolerate it, the power of the thunder can be imagined, how many people dare to face the thunder at that time?"
The elders thought for a moment and felt chills running down their backs.
It’s not that they can easily deal with the Heavenly Thunder in the Nascent Soul Stage. With the intervention of the Transformation God cultivator, the Heavenly Thunder will inevitably be upgraded. The Golden Thunder in the Yuanying Stage is already very powerful. If it is upgraded to the Transformation God... Thank you, Transformation God Heavenly Tribulation.
It's not easy to survive, and I don't want to go through it again.
Yuan Songqiao looked at them one by one, but as expected no one dared to respond, so he snorted softly: "When you are facing the sky thunder, you have put your life and death aside. Without such courage, how can you talk about good luck? The young sect master is so cultivated.
Although he was taught by Junior Sister Jiang, his swordsmanship was actually practiced by himself."
Everyone was speechless.
Yes, when it comes to luck, the young sect leader was born with demonic energy filling his body, so that his meridians were destroyed. This is a sign of extremely bad luck.
After a while, the situation on the field has changed. Lin Baiyu's thunder was absorbed by Ling Bufei, but when he saw the golden light on his body, it suddenly increased sharply, and the sword force immediately turned and swung out.
"Senior Brother Lin, pick it up!"
After the words fell, Ling Bufei swung his first sword.
From the beginning of this competition, Lin Baiyu took the initiative, and he reluctantly supported it. It was only then that Ling Bufei made his first attack.
This sword looks ordinary, just like one of the hundreds or thousands of swordsmen wielded by young sword masters on an unsurprising day.
But the power of this sword is anything but unusual.
Sharp and cold, it is as heavy as a mountain and as surging as the sea.
Lin Baiyu only had time to swing out his sword and resist with intuition.
From the beginning of the competition, he had used sword energy, and his natal flying sword had never appeared. It was not until this moment that a light flashed in his hand, revealing a jade-like sword.
"Qin——" There was a clear sword cry.
Lin Baiyu retreated suddenly.
He was able to withstand the sword, but the dazed feeling reminded him of the bamboo sword his master had taken when he was just learning swordsmanship.
How could this be? Could it be that his understanding of the art of swordsmanship was wrong?
Lin Baiyu's mind was in turmoil. Ling Bufei paused and swung his second sword.
He gave him time to adjust, but for Lin Baiyu, the sword was still received hastily.
It was still so ordinary, but the strange sword power suddenly pressed over it when he handed out his own sword.
Isn't it in front? Why does it suddenly appear on the right?
This thought flashed through Lin Baiyu's mind. His body reacted faster than his brain, and he turned around to attack.
"Keng——" This sword strike was more solid than before, and the sound of the sword was deeper.
Lin Baiyu came to his senses as the sword energy roared. No matter how powerful Ling Bufei's sword was, he had to win this round. Only by winning could he get the top spot. He tried countless methods, but he couldn't see his master.
On the one hand, this is his only chance!
Lin Baiyu made up his mind, and the sword in his hand suddenly penetrated with spiritual power.
Just as Ling Bufei's third sword was about to come out, he shouted loudly, transformed into a stream of light, and rushed out.
Isn't it just swordsmanship? He has been following his master since he was a child, swinging the sword every day. He has practiced it countless times and sweated a lot. It has become an instinct carved into his soul. Could he still lose?
Seeing this sword, You Yan in the audience said "Huh", full of surprise: "Junior Brother Lin...actually realized it."
"What?" Shen Hanqiu and Liu Zhi were both stunned.
Did you achieve enlightenment on stage? If so, the result of this competition is determined! Lin Baiyu is already very strong...
"That's not necessarily the case." Yuan Songqiao on the cloud platform laughed, but said this to himself.
Lin Baiyu's sword arrived. This sword was clean and pure, with flowing sword intent and clear heart. It could be said that there were almost no flaws. Still taking the initiative, there seemed to be no reason to lose.
At this moment, Ling Bufei's sword was also handed out.
Just like before, his sword was still unremarkable, with only the purest sword power.
That was what he practiced every day and night when he entered the spiritual path with a broken body. The meridians could not circulate, and the sword energy could not be cultivated. All he had was the sword itself. He used physical training to enhance the power of the sword. In addition,
Nothing else.
The two swords clashed.
"Buzz--" a deep low sound.
A golden thunder suddenly appeared on the killing sword, and the surrounding sword energy was swept away, and it rushed forward with the power of heaven and earth.
Lin Baiyu's sword intent was endless, and he suddenly spit out sword energy, but it was swept away by the golden thunder.
At this moment, it was too late to move the sword formation, and the killing sword went straight forward, until it stopped in front of him.
The arena was silent.
Only the remaining sword energy was turbulent around him.
The audience also fell silent. Whether they understood it or not, this scene was clearly reflected in everyone's eyes: Ling Bufei held the sword and pressed it against Lin Baiyu's shoulder bone.
At this moment, Lin Baiyu was at a loss.
He clearly didn't feel that he would lose, so why did he lose? Do you think Ling Bu was cunning? On the surface, it seemed so, but Lin Baiyu knew in his heart that this answer was wrong.
When Ling Bufei made his first sword move, his mind was drawn to him. He aroused his mind to the point that he responded improperly and was completely immersed in the sword move. This was a real sword showdown.
He lost.
Lin Baiyu let go of his hand, his heart filled with sadness.
If he loses, he won't be able to see his master.
"Concession." He heard Ling Bufei say this, but he had no intention of responding and turned around to get off the ring.
But the next moment, he stopped.
Ling Bufei grabbed his hand, leaned over and whispered: "Senior Brother Lin, do you want to meet Senior Uncle Song? If I'm lucky enough to win the top spot, I can give you the opportunity."