Wu Zhen's strong victory destroyed the confidence of many disciples who aspired to win the championship. They couldn't help but weigh their own weight and were even more afraid of the sword cultivator. Thinking of the strength of the sword cultivator forty years ago, they all felt that
The words are true.
And those who faced off against the disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect couldn't help but secretly groan, praying that their opponents wouldn't be too strong. Those who are afraid will naturally be fearless, such as the mysterious leading disciple from Medicine God Valley, and the one who has been closing his eyes.
Fan Mu, a disciple of Yangshen Lingtian Palace. Their cultivation level far exceeds that of others, so they are naturally fearless.
After Wu Zhen stepped down, another round of competition soon began, but the previous one was so shocking, and the rest was unremarkable. Two disciples from the Xuechi Sect and Lingtian Palace used magic weapons to each other on the competition stage.
The smashing seemed to have no technical skills at all, and relied entirely on suppression. However, the two people's cultivation levels were close, and they were both in the early stage of Nascent Soul, so the fight was "splendid" for a while. But I didn't know that such a fighting method was not worth mentioning in the eyes of experts.
There is nothing technical at all, just like two people fighting, you punch me, I punch you, see who falls down first, that's it. Many onlookers, including disciples from super big families, looked sleepy.
He was confused and dispersed after a while.
It took almost half an hour before the two disciples could tell the winner. The disciple of the Xuechi Sect took out the round bead magic weapon in his hand, first dazzling the eyes of the Lingtian Palace disciples, and then he bullied them unexpectedly.
He went up close. The sneak attack was about to succeed, but he was discovered by the Lingtian Palace disciples. He hurriedly resisted with his palms, but because he was too hasty and did not accumulate enough spiritual power, he was knocked away by the palm of a disciple of the Xuechi Sect. Just in time
He hit the round bead magic weapon of a disciple of the Xuechi Sect. He accidentally fell off the stage without even using the floating technique.
The disciples of the Xuechi Sect were lucky enough to win, but they also ran out of spiritual power. After striking out with a palm, they saw their opponent fall off the stage and couldn't help but lie down on the stage, breathing heavily...
The disciple of Lingtian Palace was knocked off the stage in a daze, feeling angry in his heart. Originally, his cultivation level was slightly higher and he still had some reserves of spiritual power, but unexpectedly he lost like this and was knocked off the stage!
But he can only feel sulky in his heart. After all, this is Lingtian Palace. If he makes a big fuss, loses Lingtian Palace's face, and makes people say that Lingtian Palace cannot afford to lose, then he will be in misery. It is not that he will be abolished and expelled.
Being an outsider means being demoted to an outer disciple. No matter what the situation, he couldn't afford it. Therefore, he wisely chose to remain silent and slowly walked back to the queue.
Qi Taiyi on the viewing platform also had a gloomy face. After two rounds, the disciples of Lingtian Palace won one and lost one. This was not a situation he wanted to see at all. In his opinion, even if the disciples of Lingtian Palace were defeated, they would still have to win in the second round.
Only then was he eliminated. Unexpectedly, in just the first round, a disciple was eliminated, and he was defeated by someone whose cultivation level was lower than his own. It can’t be justified no matter how you say it! Qi Taiyi’s face could be filled with gloom, and a pair of
The Yin Vulture stared at the competition stage with hatred, because the disciple of the Xuechi Sect was being helped off the stage.
When Qi Taiyi was angry in his heart, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Protector Qi, how was the result of the competition?" Qi Taiyi had a gloomy face. He turned around and saw that it was Gongsun Wei, the master of Lingtian Palace.
Why did Gongsun Wei come out at this time? The reason is very simple. He had gone away from the symptoms of severe pain caused by the hot and cold all over his body at noon every day. He meditated for a while before coming out to preside over the competition.
When he arrived, the elders of each faction and the four masters did not dare to neglect and saluted each other. Even if Qi Taiyi was angry again, he did not want to lose his etiquette. He immediately stood up and said: "I have seen the palace master! Return to the palace master.
By the way, one person from our Lingtian Palace has been defeated! I beg you to punish him severely!"
Gongsun Wei was neither annoyed nor angry, and said: "Defender Qi, calm down your anger! Victory or defeat is a common matter for military officers, don't worry about it! It's not like there is no one in Lingtian Palace, so why should you be angry?" The implication was naturally that Lingtian Palace was there.
There is still Fan Mu here, why are you anxious? Even if all the Lingtian Palace disciples are eliminated, the remaining Fan Mu can rest easy! Qi Taiyi is not a fool. If he were a fool, he would not be able to cultivate this level or do this.
Protector. Naturally he understood what Gongsun Wei was referring to, but he still said angrily: "What the palace master taught me is that my subordinates are obsessed with appearance."
At this time, a disciple had already brought a grand master's chair to Gongsun Wei. After Gongsun Wei sat down, he said: "Don't be restrained, everyone, sit down!" After that, he stopped making any sound, and everyone sat down and watched the game quietly.
Time passed by, and it was almost dusk, but there were still a few games in the first round. At this moment, Wu Zhen came next to Linghu Heng and said: "Junior brother, the next game is yours.
?”
Linghu Heng nodded, slowly pulled out the "Wufeng" sword, wiped it, and said: "Don't worry, big guy, I will win!"
Wu Zhen also believed in Linghu Heng, but he had some concerns: "Junior brother, your opponent is a monk from Baolin Temple. I'm afraid you will suffer a loss!"
Linghu Heng was stunned and said, "What loss can I suffer?"
Wu Zhen said solemnly: "We don't know what moves the monks of Baolin Temple use. Aren't we at a disadvantage in this regard? Also, their demon-subduing pestle is so long, I'm afraid..."
Linghu Heng interrupted Wu Zhen with a smile and said: "The monks in Baolin Temple don't know our tricks? What's more, their demon-subduing pestles are so heavy and inflexible to use. It's better to use an immortal sword. You can hit wherever you point.
There’s nothing to worry about!”
Wu Zhen touched the back of his head and said, "That's right! But, junior brother, you can't be careless!"
Linghu Heng said: "Don't worry, big guy, wait for my good news!" As soon as he finished speaking, the elder of Lingtian Palace on the stage shouted: "The first round of twenty-seven games, Baolin Temple Huijue, Ancient Sword Sect Linghu
Heng, please come to the competition stage and prepare for the competition!"
Linghu Heng said: "Big guy, I'm going!" After saying that, he put the "Wufeng" sword into the sword box, walked quickly to the audience, kicked his legs, and Linghu Heng's body rose up from the ground, floating in the air.
He landed on the competition stage and looked at his opponent who was already on the stage. Oh, what a monk! I saw him wearing the monk's robe of Baolin Temple and carrying the demon-conquering pestle on his back. He was as motionless as a mountain. He was not very old, but he was vaguely protected by the light of the Buddha.
He has the demeanor of a generation of eminent monks.
Linghu Heng thought in his heart: "What a young monk. He is about the same age as me. At most, he is a few years older than me, but he has already reached such a level of cultivation. He is really a genius! It seems that Baolin Temple should not be underestimated.
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As soon as he started thinking about it, the elder of Lingtian Palace said loudly: "I believe you all know the rules of the competition?"
"Amitabha, young monk understands." Monk Huijue raised one hand in front of his chest and pronounced the Buddha's name.
Linghu Heng also said: "It's clear."
"Okay, let the competition begin!" The elder of Lingtian Palace did not say much and immediately retreated.
Linghu Heng's right hand shook, and the "Wufeng" fairy sword was firmly in his hand, and he said: "Little monk, please!" After saying that, he put on a "mountain holding upside down" posture. It's just that he was out of character.
This move is not as steady as Wu Zhen's, but instead gives the illusion of a floating fairy mountain.
Monk Huijue also said: "Amitabha, Linghu benefactor, please!" After saying that, the demon-subduing pestle behind him danced a stick flower, and struck up with a bow, bullying Linghu Heng's short sword!
However, Master Linghu Heng was a Taoist who kept silent, and the most important thing was to adapt to the situation. How could he be panic? He changed from "Mountain Upward Hold" to "Qinglian Zhongtong" without haste, and it turned out to be a dangerous move, sticking to the Demon Subduing Pestle.
Stab Hui Jue in the chest! Although this move "Green Lotus Zhongtong" is a dangerous move, Linghu Heng made it just right. The move is not too old, and there are obviously many more moves. This move, even though it is
Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist can only use it like this. It is not in vain that Linghu Heng put a lot of effort into the "Thirteen Styles of Ancient Sword"!
Monk Huijue shouted: "Well done!" He swung his magic pestle and hit Linghu Heng's "temple" with the tail.
? He immediately changed his moves and used a short body to get close to Hui Jue, but he used the "Lin Feng Sword Control Technique" move!
Although Hui Jue was in danger, he did not panic. He saw the right moment and stepped on Linghu Heng's "Fengless" sword, using the force to float away!
Although the two were fighting inextricably, they did not use all their strength. They were all testing each other. After these few rounds, everyone knew that the other was a strong enemy, and they couldn't help but get excited! Monk Huijue shouted loudly.
, the demon-conquering pestle is full of spiritual power! Obviously, Monk Huijue plans to use his full strength!
Linghu Heng had sharp eyes, how come he didn't know that Monk Hui Jue was planning to strike first? Not to be outdone, he let out a clear whistle and filled the "Wufeng" sword with spiritual power. Although "Wufeng" was named "Wufeng", with the cooperation
With its heavy sword body, its lethality is no less than that of any fairy sword!
The two of them were like eagles swooping at each other, going back and forth like lightning, extremely fast. People with weaker cultivation levels would feel dizzy when they saw it! However, Taoist Taoist Taoist Silence shook his head secretly when he saw Linghu Heng wielding his sword like this.
He shook his head.
Linghu Heng didn't care about that. This was the most enjoyable fight he had ever had since he started cultivating immortality. Previously, either his strength was too far behind others, or he was too much higher than others, and it was not fun at all. He finally caught a little monk.
He was so ferocious, how could Linghu Heng let him go? Under the arousal, he even used the "Cuilan Sword Technique" unknowingly. This "Cuilan Sword Technique" was not taught by Taoist Taoist Taoist Taoist Master Xiuyan, but
It was taught by the old man Gao. When Linghu Heng faced the wall, the old man Gao and Xiao taught him a lot of things. However, Linghu Heng was extremely smart and integrated all the sword moves. He just lacked a real battle to test it.
own results.
Time passed by, and the rhythm of the two people did not stop at all. On the contrary, it became more and more intense. Unknowingly, more and more people were watching, and no one was willing to blink for fear of missing something wonderful.
In an instant, as everyone knows, the two people on the stage seemed to be fighting fiercely, but in fact it was extremely dangerous. If there was even the slightest mistake, the result would be severed limbs!
It has to be said that Monk Hui Jue was really fierce. After fighting with Linghu Heng for nearly half an hour, both of them were close to exhaustion of spiritual power, but they could still persist. Linghu Heng also felt a little admired in his heart. But at this moment of the battle, Linghu Heng
Heng had no other choice and shouted: "Young monk, you see clearly, this is the sword control technique of the Ancient Sword Sect!"
After saying that, the "edgeless" sword in his hand shot out quickly, and suddenly three identical swords separated and attacked Monk Huijue! Monk Huijue was shocked. He had never seen such a wonderful swordsmanship, but it must be the same as the magic weapon.
, it must be both false and true, but he is not sure whether the fairy sword is real!
At the critical moment, Monk Huijue shouted loudly and danced the magic pestle in a circle to block the fairy sword. Linghu Heng was about to change his move, but unexpectedly, the "Wufeng" sword went straight to Monk Huijue's chest.
flaw!
Monk Huijue was surprised, and Linghu Heng was also surprised. He quickly used the "Linfeng Sword Control Technique" to restrain the castration of the immortal sword. Monk Huijue had already closed his eyes, waiting for the immortal sword to penetrate his body.
It was painful. Unexpectedly, there was no pain at all. Only then did Monk Huijue open his eyes. The fairy sword still stayed on his chest, just a hair away from touching his chest. Monk Huijue knew that he had lost, and he
Without any pretense, the Demon Subduing Pestle retracted its back and said: "Linghu Almsgiver has done a good job, the young monk has given up!"
Linghu Heng waved his hands quickly: "No, it's it..." The elder of Lingtian Palace also came to his senses and said: "Now that the winner has been determined, let's go down!" Linghu Heng only noticed at this moment that although he was counting down
The third game was the last one to finish the game. He was in it, so naturally he wouldn't feel that this game had actually lasted for more than half an hour! (To be continued)