When the sword sect's disciple Wuming competed with Po Jun, only Jian Hui and thirteen guests were left at the scene, while the rest all left the martial arts training ground not far away to wait for the result.
This was Lei Hu's request. The reason was that both Wuming and Po Jun's strength had reached the Grand Master Realm. Once their full strength was unleashed, they would easily be injured accidentally. It would be better to send all the weak ones out of the main hall where the competition was held.
Naturally, Jian Hui would not brush off Lei Hu's kindness. When everything was ready, the battle between Wuming and Po Jun officially began.
I have to say that the swordsmanship of the Sword Sect is indeed quite powerful.
Wuming's sword energy was flowing horizontally, and the long sword was like a dragon coming out of the sea with infinite power. It was as if the entire space had become a sea of swords, and being in it felt like being in the realm of swords.
It is also the sword technique of Heavenly Sword, but Po Jun uses it with a ferocious and ferocious spirit. The sword energy roars like a poisonous snake spitting messages, and every time it hits the vital points of Wuming's body, it is so murderous that it looks like it can kill Wuming directly.
Based on their magnanimity alone, the two brothers were at odds with each other as soon as they made a move!
Not to mention, Wuming's skill is obviously much higher than that of Po Jun. His heavenly sword is like a flying dragon flying in the sky without leaving a trace. It often bursts out from unexpected places, killing Po Jun in a hurry and dripping with cold sweat.
That posture of being able to do everything with ease shows the style of a great master of swordsmanship.
Po Jun's performance was much worse. He was also a master of swordsmanship, but he gave the audience the impression that he was a trapped beast still fighting. Every time he launched a fierce offensive, he not only failed to regain the situation, but instead allowed the guests to directly see through his weak nature.
He shook his head secretly, what's so good about such a competition?
The situation was one-sided, that is, Wu Ming did not win directly despite Po Jun's face. Po Jun didn't see the clues and still had a murderous look on his face, which really made all the guests who were watching the ceremony feel bored.
It was obvious that Wuming's several years of cultivation had very obvious effects. Whether it was in terms of skill, swordsmanship or field control, he completely suppressed Po Jun.
In the original comic book, Wuming and Pojun fought, and the aftermath of the battle spread to the twelve pillars supporting the hall, causing the twelve guests to support them. As a result, Jianhui suddenly used the "Return to Heaven Ice Art" to kill them all.
The ultimate move directly caused the twelve Grand Masters who were caught off guard to quickly freeze and perish.
At present, Wuming's field control ability is extremely strong, and all the aftermath of the battle is easily resolved by him. No matter how amazing the fighting ability of Po Jun is, it will be difficult to break through the realm of the sword created by Wuming.
Just like a fly caught in a spider's web, although they have the strength to struggle, they are unable to escape. The battle between Wuming and Pojun is so clear-cut.
Anyone who is not a fool knows that Wuming's strength is too much, so there is no need to continue the fight. It is completely one-sided suppression. Po Jun is extremely embarrassed in such a situation.
But just like that, Jian Hui, who was sitting in the top position, acted like he was blind and didn't think it was happening at all. He just looked at the competition with an indifferent expression, as if Wuming and Po Jun were fighting equally well.
With Jian Hui's attitude, anyone who is not a fool would know that his heart is completely towards Po Jun.
Wuming's expression was gloomy, he didn't expect that Lei Hu had said it right, and his expression was full of bitterness. Just as Gang Leader Lei said, senior brother Po Jun is the direct son of the master. It would be strange if the master is not partial.
However, he felt quite uncomfortable in his heart, feeling depressed and helpless about being abandoned.
I don’t know what Wuming was thinking, but his sword style suddenly became powerful, instantly suppressing the Po army and about to win the battle.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a burst of extremely cold air came from Jian Hui's place, spreading in all directions with lightning speed, and the area where the thirteen guests were present was suddenly affected.
"What's going on? The Qi can't move!"
"It's so cold, my blood is freezing!"
"Jianhui, are you crazy?"
"..."
The twelve Grand Masters, including Dugu Yifang, were caught off guard. The true energy in their bodies was suddenly completely frozen and they were unable to move. A layer of frost quickly spread across their entire bodies.
What horrified them was that not only was their energy and blood frozen instantly, but their thinking seemed to be affected and became slower and slower.
Looking at Jian Hui again, he had completely turned into an ice sculpture, with the ground on both sides of it and the main hall covered with a thick layer of condensed ice.
The cold air spread everywhere, and even the strong masters could not stand it. Wuming and Pojun, who were about to decide the winner, were affected, or could not stand the stimulation of the cold air, and hurriedly shot out in the opposite direction.
He left the Jianzong Hall in an instant.
When Wuming left the hall, his face was full of shock and loss. How could he not know that this was the master's handiwork?
Po Jun's face was full of joy. He didn't know whether he was lucky to have escaped the ice disaster or not to be officially defeated by Wu Ming. There was still hope of inheriting "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Clan"?
"Jianhui, you have gone too far!"
Although he knew that such a thing might happen, Lei Hu never expected that Jian Hui would be so decisive. When he saw that Po Jun was about to be defeated, he immediately activated the "Return to Heaven Ice Art". He did not hesitate to die with the guests attending the ceremony, but also wanted to keep his son Po Jun's "Wan"
The opportunity of "Sword Returns to the Sect"!
Poor parents in the world!
But such behavior is definitely not worth promoting!
If we had known this, why would we have invited more than a dozen guests to the ceremony? Isn't this the dark thought that having fun alone is not as good as having fun with everyone?
Dugu Yifang and other twelve great masters were instantly attacked, but that doesn't mean Lei Hu was also affected.
"Returning to Heaven Ice Art" is definitely a secret skill at the level of Heaven and Human. In addition, Jian Hui blasts it in the form of suicide, so its power can definitely be imagined.
But so what?
Lei Hu is a standard heavenly and human powerhouse, and he is also a senior powerhouse among them!
Burning Sun Palm!
The scorching sun in the sea of consciousness emits infinite light and heat, and Lei Hu's palm instantly turns into a small sun, easily pushing back the surging cold and freezing air.
Not only that, the light and heat of the little sun seemed to be deliberately targeted. The frost covering the bodies of the twelve nearby Grand Masters melted rapidly. Even the main hall that was almost submerged in frost began to melt snow and ice, and even the frost-freezing air began to melt.
The source of Jianhui and the thick ice and snow covering his body quickly melted.
"Is this possible?"
Jian Hui is also a powerful grandmaster, and one can imagine how tenacious his vitality is. Even though he was covered by ice early in the morning, his vitality is not cut off, and he can still hold on for at least half an hour.
But the most powerful move that he tried so hard not to use, actually lost all its effect after Lei Hu's light palm. This result was the biggest blow to him.
"Asshole, Jianhui, what do you want to do?"
Dugu Yifang recovered immediately, unsheathing his long sword with a face full of shock and anger. If he hadn't been afraid of Jian Hui's strength and the madness of dying together just now, he would have launched the strongest offensive to make Jian Hui look good.
"Jian Hui, you bastard, you just wanted to die, why did you drag us to be buried with you!"
"You bastard, you want to save the opportunity for your son Pojun, right? I'll kill him when I get out!"
"I don't dare to make friends like you anymore. We will be strangers from now on. It's best not to have any intersection again!"
"..."
Even Jian Hui couldn't withstand the anger of the twelve great masters.
That is to say, they have different thoughts, some are angry and want to take the opportunity to kill Jian Hui, some are frightened and just want to leave the dangerous place of Jian Zong quickly, and some are ready to follow the trend.
Jian Hui just showed the madness of dying together. At this time, no one was willing to take the initiative, for fear of attracting this guy to drag him to destruction together.
"Everyone, please leave first. I'll stop Jian Hui and talk to him on the way!"
Lei Hu had already withdrew the Fierce Sun Palm at this time. The entire Jianzong Hall seemed to have been soaked by floods. There were water stains and wet touches everywhere. Looking at Jian Hui's pale face and poor complexion, it was obvious that he could no longer do it.
Continuing to maintain the "Huitian Ice Jue" consumes a huge amount of money.
"I'm going to ask Gang Leader Lei here to teach Jian Hui a lesson!"
"Hmph, this time I took advantage of that bastard Jian Hui. I'll come back for advice later when I have the opportunity!"
"Wu Shuang City and Jian Zong will be at odds with each other from now on, Jian Hui, let's wait and see!"
"..."
The twelve powerful masters headed by Dugu Fang really had no intention of staying. They had been psychologically affected by Jian Hui's crazy behavior just now, and they were afraid that Jian Hui had another way to pull them into trouble.
Seeing that Lei Hu was willing to stay and negotiate, Dugu Yifang and others felt unhappy at the same time, but they quickly left the hall. They did not really seek bad luck for Pojun, but they all left with ugly faces. They would not think about them and Jian Zong in the future.
It is difficult to have intersection.
"Leader Lei, why do you want to stay here?"
Jian Hui's face was pale, but he was not grateful at all to Lei Hu for stopping his suicide attempt, because as a result, his ultimate goal could not be achieved. Although his breath was weak, his tone was quite unkind.
"There's nothing to say to a selfish guy like you!"
Lei Hu spoke calmly and sneered: "You want to leave all the resources of the Sword Sect to Po Jun. To put it bluntly, there is no need to use such unsightly means. It will only cause trouble for your precious son!"
As he said that, he ignored Jian Hui's extremely ugly expression and chuckled: "Wu Ming, and Po Jun, please come in. Some things should be explained clearly!"
Not long after, Wuming with a sad face and Po Jun with a defiant face came in, looking at Jian Hui with a bit of surprise.
They were not fools. Jian Hui's attack just now was a ploy to kill each other. If they hadn't reacted in time and Jian Hui hadn't deliberately targeted them, they would have perished immediately.
"Wu Ming, tell Jian Hui your decision!"
Lei Hu spoke calmly, breaking the silent atmosphere of the hall, and said leisurely: "No matter what you think, Jian Zong, you definitely can't stay any longer, so you should leave honestly and peacefully!"
After saying this, he paused and said with a smile: "As for the idea of "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Sect", it's okay if you don't want it!"
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