Yan Dazhi's flying sword was only a high-grade magic weapon. Although its quality was not as good as Qian Wuwu's pair of gloves, it was still struggling fiercely after being pinched by Qian Wuwu.
The violent friction made a "chichi" sound, and a puff of green smoke slowly rose.
Qian Wuwen's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly threw out the flying sword in his hand. The flying sword drew an arc three feet away, and then returned to Yan Dazhi's control.
However, at this time, everyone saw that the tip of Feijian, which was previously held by the golden glove, had become much rougher, and the sword was obviously damaged.
Qian Wuwu easily gained the upper hand and caused damage to the opponent's flying sword. He immediately mocked: "Tanxi Sect is known as the largest sect in Xi County. Some people are even advocating that the largest sect in Yuzhou is afraid of being defeated after Shaking Tian Sect."
He also fell to the Tanxi Sect, but looking at the cultivation strength of fellow Taoist Yan, Qian felt that the reputation of your sect was too undeserved!"
In this battle between the two sides, it seemed that Qian Wuwu had the upper hand, which made the monks on the Yuzhou side feel a little disappointed. At the same time, they also had a bit of contempt for Yan Dazhi, who was barely the first to advance among the three generations of monks.
However, Yang Junshan knew that Yan Dazhi's true strength was not just what he showed on the surface. His real trump card was the dual cultivation of Talisman and Sword!
Sure enough, just when Yang Junshan's thoughts came to an end, Yan Dazhi snorted coldly, and a ball of natal true energy gathered above his head, and turned into a green-gold talisman. Countless green-gold rays of light scattered from the talisman, and every time
Each one turned into a sword light and melted towards the slightly damaged flying sword in mid-air.
Although the ability of the original true Gang to manifest all things is far inferior to that of Master Qingshu, it can only be done by completely transforming the spiritual power in the body into Gang Qi. In other words, Yan Dazhi’s cultivation at this time
Because he has reached the peak of the Transformation Gang Realm.
With the blessing of the talisman of destiny, Yan Dazhi's damaged flying sword suddenly let out a soft groan, and a bright sword light burst out from the sword body and stabbed directly into Qian Wuwen's chest.
Qian Wuwu's face had already changed when Yan Dazhi released the talisman of his life. At this moment, he saw the sword light coming. He dared to catch it with the golden gloves in his hand. He hurriedly flew with his hands, and a little golden light shot from his fingers.
It burst out and collided with the flying sword light.
Zheng, Zheng, Zheng...
A substantial sound of gold and iron clashing came from the mid-air. Although Yan Dazhi's golden hand kept delaying the flying sword light, it was still unable to stop the sword light from coming.
At the critical moment, Qian Wuwu let out a loud shout. The gold that had originally extended to the forearms of both hands continued to extend backwards until half of the back arms of both hands were turned into golden arms. Then he held his hands empty, and two vitality hands formed in the air. In one fell swoop,
He caught the sword light that was flying towards him, and with a "squeaking" sound, countless bits of vitality light fell from it.
Then Qian Wuwu blocked the sword light, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a burst of exclamations from the people watching the battle. Qian Wuwu secretly said something bad, but a murderous intention was firmly locked on the back of his head.
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This murderous intention was so close that Qian Wuyuan stood there without daring to move at all. The giant hand of vitality and sword light in front of him dispersed, but not far away, he saw Yan Dazhi standing with his hands behind his back, looking at him
There was a trace of ridicule in his eyes.
Looking back slightly, he saw that the flying sword that had been injured by his golden hand was hovering three feet behind his head. If he dared to make any move, the flying sword would be able to hit him in an instant.
A pair of piercings were pierced on the head.
"Fellow Daoist Qian, I accept the concession!" Yan Dazhi said with a slight smile.
Qian Wuwu snorted coldly, a look of displeasure flashed across his face, and he walked towards the awning where he was without saying a word.
Before Qian Wuwu returned to the pavilion, someone had already stood up uncontrollably. Yang Junshan looked at the sound and his face suddenly froze, but he saw that the person who got up was none other than the person who had formed a beam outside Shaking Heaven Peak earlier.
, the sword cultivator disciple of Fengxue Sword Sect who had fought against each other outside Yuanci Mountain before.
The moment the man stood up, he also stared at Yang Junshan, without restraining the naked murderous intent in his eyes. However, how could Yang Junshan take this man to his heart? When the two of them were both in the Dzogchen realm, now
If he had not escaped quickly, he would have almost died in Yang Junshan's hands. This time both of them have advanced to the Real Realm. It would be fine if this person did not provoke him. Once he is forced to take action, Yang Junshan is equally confident in defeating this person again.
Song Wei and Ying Leishang, who knew there was a quarrel between the two, immediately looked at Yang Junshan, but they saw Yang Junshan's expression was dull and could not tell anything from his expression.
The disciple of Fengxue Sword Sect was already standing in the school grounds at this time. He slightly raised his hand to Master Qingshu and said: "The junior disciple of Fengxue Sword Sect, Su Chengzong, has long heard about the name of Master Song Wei of your noble sect.
The first person among the three generations of disciples who has been sent to advance to the Real Person Realm, I am specifically asking Master Song for advice today."
Yang Junshan looked astonished, Ying Leishang obviously didn't expect it, and Chen Jizhen, who was standing on the high platform, inadvertently had a look of worry on his face. Everyone looked at Song Wei, but they saw that Song Wei was also slightly shocked.
, then stood up and said: "Fellow Daoist Su is the true successor of the number one sect in Liangzhou. Song's strength is shallow, so please show mercy to Daoist Su!"
Su Chengzong smiled "hehe" and said: "Don't worry, I will be merciful."
These words were so arrogant that the disciples of the Shaking Sky Sect who were watching the battle from a distance all denounced him. No matter how well-trained Song Wei was, he was still a little angry. After the match, he said coldly: "In this case, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist Su!"
Su Chengzong sneered and said nothing. With a movement of his fingers, a sword flew out from the cuff of his sleeve and went straight to Song Wei's chest.
This method of advancing directly into the palace is obviously an expression of absolute confidence in his own strength. Similarly, it is also a kind of contempt for Song Wei's own strength.
Song Wei was repeatedly despised, so he was inevitably angry. Seeing that the other party was actually attacking head-on like this, he was also very competitive. He raised the high-grade magic weapon in his hand and hit the flying sword with all his strength.
Chen Jizhen took a step forward suddenly, but suddenly he felt a sharp gaze staring at him. When he followed the visitor's gaze, he saw a monk with a calm temperament wearing the same clothes as Su Chengzong was approaching him.
He smiled and nodded.
As a Jugang Realm monk, Chen Jizhen was shocked. The Fengxue Sword Sect was indeed the number one sect in Liangzhou, and some of its three generations of disciples had already advanced to the Jugang Realm.
Chen Jizhen was only concerned about the safety of his disciples, and had no intention of intervening in the fight. The monks of Fengxue Sword Sect obviously understood this, and quickly looked away. At this time, under Su Chengzong's violent attack
, Song Wei was already losing ground and was completely at a disadvantage.
Although Song Wei was the first among Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin to advance to the real person realm, in fact, in terms of strength, he was almost the worst among the three.
Faced with Su Chengzong's repeated provocations, if he could keep his composure and deal with him in a casual way, the scene might be more beautiful. Unfortunately, after being defeated by the opponent's provocation, the two sides faced off in a hard-fought battle.
, for the weak Song Wei, this was using his own shortcomings to attack the other's strengths, and the battle of wits quickly became a one-sided situation.
Su Chengzong had the upper hand, and his attacks became more and more fierce. Song Wei was already focused on one thing and not the other, and the dangers were everywhere. The disciples of the Shaking Sky Sect who were watching the battle also exclaimed from time to time, sweating for him.
But at this time, when Yang Junshan swept away his peripheral vision, he saw that Chen Jizhen had calmed down.
Yang Junshan was a little puzzled. Could it be that Song Wei still had some means to make a comeback in such a situation?
At this moment, Su Chengzong, who had reached the peak of excitement in the fight, shouted: "Go down!"
Countless sword lights scattered around the school grounds, and as he shouted, they condensed into a huge lightsaber in mid-air, and slashed towards Song Wei from top to bottom.
This Su Chengzong obviously did not stay behind, and there was still a cruel look of excitement on his face. If this attack was really carried out, Song Wei would at least be seriously injured.
However, when Su Chengzong was about to succeed, a big umbrella suddenly appeared above Song Wei's head. Countless sword rays struck down, but they broke and bounced away. Although Song Wei held the Nine Palace Umbrella, he blocked Su Chengzong's thunderous strike, but
The huge power still penetrated into the body through the middle-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from the trauma to his internal organs.
Su Chengzong's sword light converged, his eyes fixed on the umbrella in Song Wei's hand, and he said harshly with unwillingness: "Mid-grade guarding spiritual weapon!"
"Ahem," Song Wei said with a pale face, "Fellow Daoist Su is highly skilled, and Song is no match for him!"
Song Wei had already admitted defeat, and Su Chengzong snorted coldly and was about to return. Two disciples of Shaking Heaven Sect quickly came to the school grounds to help Song Wei, but Song Wei declined politely and insisted on walking on by himself.
This Su Chengzong is not competing for competition at all, but is here to kill people!
Zhang Yueming looked stern and stood up suddenly, but he heard Zhu Balong, the real person next to him, scolded: "What are you doing? Do you want a wheel battle? Sit down!"
Zhang Yueming's expression became colder and colder. He glanced coldly at Su Chengzong who had a sarcastic look on his face in the distance, and sat back on the high platform without saying a word.
At this time, another monk walked out from the pavilion where the monks from other states were. This person was Zeng Qichang, a disciple of Qianhu Sect in Sangzhou who was the first to make provocations at the banquet.
Zeng Qichang cupped his hands towards Qingshu Zhenren on the stage and said with a smile: "I am Zeng Qichang of the Qianhu Sect. I think you all have recognized me. Sangzhou, where the Qianhu Sect is located, is in the south of Yuzhou, close to Zhang and Yao in Yuzhou.
The two counties are adjacent to each other. I heard from Zhang that the largest sects in the two counties of Yao are the Tianlang Sect and the Kailing Sect, so I would like to ask the real monks of these two sects for advice."
Binglang stood up and shouted: "Why, you are so trusting, do you want to challenge me and fellow Taoist Fang?"
Zeng Qichang smiled slightly and said: "If Fellow Daoist Ice Wolf feels that he is not strong enough, there is nothing wrong with joining forces with Fellow Daoist Fang!"
"Arrogant," Binglang said angrily: "Let me have a look at you and see how much you weigh!"