With a low shout, Gong Wujiu was seen holding the long sword, concentrating and calming, his momentum slowly rising, the sword came out, and a dazzling light flashed.
Wang Xuan had already noticed the power of this move, and he felt solemn in his heart.
He wanted to avoid it, but for some reason, he had a vague feeling that even if he went to the end of the world, this move would lock onto him and land on him.
When I thought about this, I became angry and fought for my life.
Since you can't dodge, then try your best.
"The art of drawing swords."
Instead of using the fast and slow sword skills of the Earth Level, he used the sword drawing skills of the Dacheng Level.
This is a move that brings blessing to the soul. Without thinking too much, the first thing I felt was to use this move.
Follow that ray of light and slash it out fiercely.
Unexpectedly, the two of them took several steps backward at the same time.
Unexpectedly, a move that was close to his trump card was destroyed. Not only that, but the opponent actually used a similar sword technique, which Gong Wu Jiu couldn't accept.
At this moment, for some reason, he had a vague feeling that it would be extremely unwise for the Gong family to enmity with such a person.
Of course, it was just a fleeting thought, and he quickly threw it away.
"To be honest, I'm surprised that you can continue. I admit defeat. You can take care of yourself next time."
Taking a deep breath, he subconsciously glanced at the high platform, and then took the lead in admitting defeat.
After jumping off the stage, Gong Wujiu walked towards the Inner Gate Mountain without looking back.
This time, Wang Xuan chose to rest for half an hour, so that he could think carefully about the move Gong Wujiu used just now.
The battle in other arenas was still in full swing. Sometimes, the elders on the high platform would try to catch people from time to time. Some people couldn't hold back, and it was indeed too heavy.
Among them, at least half of them must be like this.
There was an evil spirit exuding all over his body, and his actions were a bit ignorant. It was precisely because of this that the elders were extremely tired.
Often, before taking a rest, one has to immediately go out to hunt for people.
On the high platform.
"Elder Sun, we can't continue like this. We will all be exhausted in a ranking competition, and this method is simply treating the symptoms rather than the root cause."
"Well, my original intention was to ease their conflict and let them stop. Now there are restrictions, and we are watching from the side, so there won't be any big problems. Who would have thought that this problem would happen."
It turned out that it was precisely because the elders were watching that the disciples participated in the competition unscrupulously.
Even if some people are not as strong as others, they still have to compete with each other.
In the final analysis, it is a legacy issue of the sect.
People with outstanding talents naturally receive good training from the sect.
Under the tilt of resources, the realm has improved rapidly, but the strength is insufficient, that is, the strength is not worthy of the current realm.
What's worse is that these people have a low opinion of others and look down on others.
There are also some people who are not talented enough and obtain resources through their own efforts. As a result, their hearts are naturally unbalanced.
One party is arrogant and the other party feels unfair.
For a long time, the two parties have divided almost the entire sect disciples into two factions, with many conflicts.
As soon as the ranking match came to an end, the battle between the two sides became extremely fierce.
"Oh, I also know that this is not good, but what can I do?"
“If the restrictions are not lifted, life or death will not matter?”
Hearing this, Elder Sun Yuxian glanced at the other party in surprise, thoughts rising in his heart.
The person who spoke to him was none other than Yang Zhiyuan, the elder who had previously intercepted his ruthless murder of the palace.
"Elder Yang, this will only intensify conflicts. Once a disciple dies, is there any possibility of reconciliation?"
"Haha, I just suggested that you be the host of this ranking match."
For a moment, the two looked at each other in silence.
With what happened to Wang Xuan before, Elder Sun almost guessed what Yang Zhiyuan was thinking.
At this moment, Elder Sun's expression froze, his ears subconsciously twitched, and a trace of confusion flashed across his face.
Soon, his face returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
...
Wang Xuan was naturally unaware of everything that happened on the high platform. At this time, he was silently recalling Gong Wu Jiu's previous move.
An unexpected move, powerful, and the feeling of locking him in was so impressive.
This move is very strange and, I have to say, very powerful.
At this moment, Wang Xuan suddenly remembered something. He remembered that after he obtained the sword drawing technique, Qian Siming once said that it was related to the sword's momentum, which could make people understand the sword's momentum more happily.
Thinking of this, he became more and more certain that the other party must have used some kind of force.
Before using the sword drawing technique, you need to concentrate and calm down, let your own momentum gather, use the sword as a guide, release it, and subdue the opponent.
At the beginning, you may need to draw your sword to draw out the momentum.
After practicing to a profound level, the sword will be able to suppress the enemy on a spiritual level before it is released.
After thinking about this, his mind was clear, and at this moment, he had a direction for cultivation.
What he didn't expect was that although Elder Sun Yuxian was sitting on the high platform, he also paid some attention to him.
A flash of amazement flashed in his eyes. This boy was indeed very talented. After officially entering the inner sect, he would be taught by the elders. Who would have thought that he would be able to learn on his own without a teacher.
Compared with Elder Sun, Yang Zhiyuan's mood was not so wonderful.
As the person you are obsessed with killing, how can you not pay some attention to it? Elder Sun can see it. Elder Yang is not blind, he must also see it.
Looking at Yang Zhiyuan, whose face was extremely gloomy, a hint of joking flashed across Elder Sun Yuxian's face.
"Elder Yang, I see that you don't look well. Are you sick?"
"I don't need to worry about you, Elder Sun. I am fine, what can happen to me?"
"Otherwise, I will tell Elder Yang a story. Once upon a time, there was an ordinary iron sword. It was ordinary when it was born. After it was picked up by a man, it was sharpened there all day long. The whetstone is
One piece after another was broken.
Finally one day, that man used up all the whetstones in the world, and guess what? This sword turned into a peerless sword, don't you think it's a coincidence?"
It sounded like a story, but the meaning expressed by Elder Sun was very clear. Yang Zhiyuan looked at the other party deeply.
"Elder Sun's story is very nice, but after all, an iron sword is just an iron sword. The material is not good enough and it cannot be used on the table. Even if it is sharpened, it will only last a moment."
"Hahaha, it's possible that the Iron Sword is just an appearance, maybe there's something going on inside? Okay, okay, let's not talk about it anymore, let's just focus on the arena."