"Zhao Chong is the most powerful one among our nine-level Dzogchen Realm. He has a superb swordsmanship, and he has successfully mastered the Hanfei Sword Dance, one of the martial arts of our Dibie Palace!"
It was obviously not unreasonable for Huang Zhong to ask Zhao Chong to take action. Although this person was not a new student, he kept a low profile and definitely had real abilities.
The students from the Dibie Hall, eager to watch the excitement, made room for the two of them.
I saw Zhao Chong casually taking a spiritual weapon, which was a thin and slender black light sword. He cupped his hands towards Huang Zhong and the other members of the Earthly Palace. He took a slight step forward.
Be prepared to escape.
"Why don't you draw your sword?"
Looking at Yuan Zun who was standing there with a sneer on his face, Zhao Chong asked inexplicably.
"You have been in the Dibie Palace for so long. There is something I don't know whether to say or not."
Yuan Zun moved his fingers at him and said with a smile: "If I were to take action, you would be dead by now!"
When these words came out, not only Zhao Chong was stunned for a moment, but also all the students in the Dibie Hall raised their voices and secretly rebuked Yuan Zun for being too arrogant.
He dared to say such bold words before even taking action.
Looking at the people who didn't wake up at all, Yuan Zun crossed his arms, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and said: "No one has ever dared to take the initiative to compete with me in swordsmanship before!"
"If it weren't for the rules in the martial arts academy that don't kill people, you would have died the moment you agreed to compete with me!"
Zhao Chong frowned, no matter how good-tempered he was, there was still a feeling of anger welling up in his heart.
"Where does all this nonsense come from? Let's wait until you can break my Han Fei Sword Dance!"
Since he was unwilling to take action with his sword, Zhao Chong wanted to seize this good opportunity. He condensed a sword energy and approached with the cold wind, showing a huge momentum of cold air covering the sky.
Countless sword blades flashed like cold light and rushed towards Yuan Zun quickly.
"Boom, boom, boom"
A puff of smoke and dust rose up from the ground where he was, and his figure was immediately submerged in it.
Seeing this scene, Huang Zhong and several people from the Dibie Palace looked at each other and smiled, and shouted to Zhao Chong who had no intention of stopping: "You have made such a big noise, don't you know what it means to be merciful!"
"As a student of the Dibie Palace, your swordsmanship was personally taught by Master Liu Lin. It is superb and unpredictable. How many people in the entire martial arts academy can take it hard?"
"Come on, Yuan Zun is a famous figure in our Xuanji Martial Academy, and you attacked him so mercilessly. If you hurt him, wouldn't you be afraid of Master Luo Fei and the bunch of wooden stakes in Xuanbie Hall?
Trouble with you!"
After everyone laughed, Zhao Chong stopped and made several gorgeous movements with the black sword in his hand, carrying it behind his back.
"This is what you, fellow juniors and juniors, have to teach you!" Zhao Chong perfectly waved his hands to these people without any sense of seniority.
"call"
A burst of fluctuations directly blew away the smoke and dust that had submerged Yuan Zun. Yuan Zun was seen covering his mouth with his hands, shaking his head casually, with a look of suspicion on his face.
"It did cause a lot of noise, but the martial arts routines are too deep, so I'm afraid it won't have any effect, haha." Yuan Zun exhaled a breath of filthy breath, jumped out of the sunken ravine at his feet, and then
, said with a smile.
Seeing this scene, many students were shocked and took a deep breath.
No matter how bad Zhao Chong is, he is still a ninth-grade Dzogchen Tongxing realm warrior. Even if he does not use the palace-zhen martial arts of the Dibie Palace and just waves a sword energy casually, he can still make an unarmed ninth-grade Little Perfect Master see him.
The king of hell!
Due to Yuan Zun's ability, he didn't have too many reservations. He thought that when this moment passed, Yuan Zun would definitely feel the power of his swordsmanship, but he didn't expect that he would act like a normal person, not stained by a speck of dust on his body, even standing still under his feet.
No part of the ground was damaged at all.
Huang Zhong closed his smiling mouth and couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart. It was absolutely impossible for Yuan Zun to avoid the cold sword energy just by standing there. He must have done something the moment he was enveloped in smoke and dust.
"How did you avoid my sword energy?" Zhao Chong wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and asked Yuan Zun, pointing his finger.
"Have you understood the essence of the Han Fei Sword Dance in the Dibie Palace?"
When asked by Yuan Zun, Zhao Chong obviously did not react. He was silent for a moment and then raised his head and said: "The only sword technique in the world that cannot be broken is speed. The essence of the Cold Light Sword Dance is naturally to be fast!"
Yuan Zun laughed and shook his head: "Swordsmanship in the world is not all about speed and invulnerability. Let me say, Hanfei Sword Dance of your Dibie Palace is not bad at being called only in fastness and invulnerability!"
When Zhao Chong heard this, he suddenly felt a surge of impatience in his heart. However, he suppressed it deliberately and asked with some understanding: "Please tell me something clearly, Junior Yuan Zun!"
"If you really reach the highest level of swordsmanship, you will find that the fastest thing in the world is not the sword or martial arts, but the heart of the sword user!"
"Weixin is the fastest in the world of sword moves!"
Yuan Zun used the star energy in his body to condense a sharp blade like a long sword. He waved a few sword energy and the star blade in his hand also dissipated.
The sword energy he wielded exploded under Zhao Chong's feet, shattering the ground around him into dust.
Compared to the destructive power he caused by using Han Fei Sword Dance, it was actually no worse at all.
Zhao Chong was startled, as if he had realized something, he put away his sword and bowed his hand to Yuan Zun apologetically.
Before, Yuan Zun had threatened that if Xuanji Martial Academy had no rules against killing people at will, Zhao Chong would be dead by now.
It was only now that Zhao Chong had an epiphany. Far from boasting about Haikou, Yuan Zun had full confidence in being able to kill him inadvertently.
Huang Zhong clapped his hands, smiled and came to Yuan Zun and said: "I admire you, I didn't expect that junior Yuan Zun has such a profound explanation of swordsmanship. The Han Fei Sword Dance of our Dibie Palace is indeed what you said.
, it’s not about being quick to win, it’s about using the sword to gather energy, and you can’t mess up your skills just because you’re quick.”
"Thank you very much for helping me point out the key points of practicing Han Fei Sword Dance. The Dibie Palace needs to teach these students who have not understood the essence!"
He glanced at Zhao Chong out of the corner of his eye, obviously very dissatisfied with his performance just now. Although Huang Zhong didn't say it too clearly, he meant to blame Zhao Chong for losing the face of Dibie Palace.
Looking at Huang Zhong, who looked not very good, Yuan Zun just nodded silently. Just when he was about to leave, a strong wind came from the sky. The fluctuations were so strong that he could not move his legs under the pressure.
"How come the disciples from Xuanbie Hall came to our Dibie Hall? Could it be that they want to steal their masters!"
That extremely rich voice fell from the sky, and Liu Lin appeared in front of Yuan Zun like a group of demonic shadows.