Chapter 45: The Sword Discussion Conference, this is the end
As soon as the words fell, Zheng Ning's mind was fully focused.
The remaining inner energy in the body was poured into the long sword with all its strength.
The true meaning of Xingyun Sword Technique flourishes in the perfect realm.
In an instant, the entire Sword Lun Valley was filled with spiritual energy and turbulence.
Amidst the howling wind, everyone's long hair was blown up and down.
At this time, a few remaining clouds floated in from nowhere and gathered hundreds of meters above the Nonjian Valley.
The sun was still in the sky, but a drizzle began to fall. The rain was like silk, light and thin. You couldn't hear the pitter-patter sound, and you couldn't feel the dripping rain.
It just felt like it was a kind of wet smoke, shapeless and making no sound, falling softly on everyone and on the ground.
There was no sound in the entire Lunjian Valley.
Countless outer disciples stared at this scene with their mouths wide open.
My mind goes blank.
Even the many outer deacons on the platform are like this.
How many people have seen this kind of scene?
One of the deacons said blankly.
"What's going on?"
Not far away, Deacon Liu also had a solemn face.
"I once heard a senior fellow from the inner sect mention that the perfection of true meaning can trigger a trace of Tao Yun between heaven and earth.
In fact, this is also the first time I have seen a person with perfect intentions take action with all his strength. I didn’t expect it to be so exaggerated.”
Having said this, Deacon Liu sighed softly.
Now, I'm afraid that Mr. Chen is really going to lose.
On the sword discussion stage.
Zheng Ning held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands.
The long sword seemed to be slow but was actually fast as it swung down slowly.
It is the ultimate move of the Xingyun Sword Technique - the gathering of wind and clouds!
In an instant, the spiritual energy in the Valley of Swords exploded, and the sword rushed into Zheng Ning's hand at an extremely fast speed.
Seen from a distance, the long sword in Zheng Ning's hand was like the eye of a storm. The aura of heaven and earth, drizzle, and strong wind around him formed a strong tornado that was more than ten meters high and rotated sharply around him.
Even the remaining clouds in the sky gathered more and more thickly, and the rain that fell became more rapid, soaking everyone's clothes.
However, no one in the Sword Valley was paying attention to this at this moment.
They all opened their eyes wide and stared at the two people on the sword discussion stage.
On the sword discussion stage, Zhang Huaixing stared at Chen Xinzhu, his body full of energy, and he was ready to save people at the critical moment.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Chen Xinzhu's calm face showed a clear smile.
This is only the first realm of martial arts, and it can reach such a point.
So what about the acquired realm? What about the innate realm? Even the world’s great masters?
Thinking of this, Chen Xinzhu felt a sense of impatience in his heart.
I sighed deep in my heart.
"The speed of cultivation improvement is still too slow."
…
As Zheng Ning swung his long sword down, a tornado about ten meters high instantly spanned nearly a hundred meters and crashed into Chen Xinzhu.
Just at this moment.
A cry like a divine eagle coming from heaven instantly resounded throughout the Lunjian Valley and spread in all directions.
A flash of golden light!
The tornado, which was more than ten meters high, exploded instantly and collapsed on the spot.
The speed of the golden light did not slow down, and it instantly crossed nearly a hundred meters and arrived in front of Zheng Ning.
Zheng Ning stared blankly at the golden light in front of him. A shadow of death instantly enveloped his whole body. His whole body was cold and his soul seemed to be frozen.
Am I going to die?
At this moment, a figure appeared in an instant and stood in front of Zheng Ning, blocking the terrifying energy for him.
Zhang Huaixing stared at the golden light in front of him with a serious look on his face.
Fortunately, I caught up.
but.
Feeling the shadow of death covering his whole body, Zhang Huaixing felt bitter inside.
What a perversion!
Taking a deep breath, Zhang Huaixing was about to fight for his life.
There was a flash of golden light.
The shadow of death that shrouded his whole body instantly dissipated.
Zhang Huaixing was startled.
"Look at that!!" An outer deacon pointed at the sky with a shocked face and shouted loudly.
Zhang Huaixing looked up after hearing this.
I saw a few remaining clouds gathering hundreds of meters above the Sword Valley, being crushed to pieces by a golden condor.
The remaining clouds dispersed and the heavy rain suddenly stopped.
The golden condor stands proudly in the sky, bathed in the golden sunlight, and crows to the sky, looking extremely handsome.
On top of Huashan Mountain.
Countless people either raised their heads or lowered their heads to see this extremely handsome golden condor.
Either exclaimed, or shocked, or chuckled.
There are all kinds of expressions.
Looking at this scene, Zhang Huaixing was also filled with shock.
This is the perfect state of the eagle striking the sky? The superior power is nothing more than this.
The golden condor chirped, turning into golden light and slowly dissipating.
Zhang Huaixing took a deep breath, looked at Chen Xinzhu with an extremely complicated expression, and announced loudly.
"The winner, Chen Xinzhu, has 18 points."
After hearing this, the deacon came back to his senses after many outer disciples in the Sword Valley were blank-minded.
boom!
In an instant, all kinds of discussions, cheers, and surprises filled the whole place. While everyone present was shocked, they also had many questions.
"The knot is over?"
"Eh? Senior Brother Chen won?"
"I……"
"Who can tell me what happened just now??!!"
"I want to know too!! Is this a battle between warriors in the inner energy realm? I don't think even those second-rate masters can do this, right??"
"That's right! It's a tornado and a condor. Can an inner-qi warrior achieve this?"
"I can tell you responsibly that my father, who has been at the second-rate level for decades, will never be able to do it."
"Wow, your father is actually a second-rate master! Brother, please make friends."
"..."
"Sit in a well and look at the sky, sit in a well and look at the sky! This is the real genius, no! This is the genius!"
“Aren’t these two people too powerful!!??”
"By the way, why did Senior Brother Chen suddenly win?"
"The true meaning is complete!??"
"..."
Discussing swords under the stage.
Wang Su was so excited that he shouted: "We win! We win! Senior Brother Chen wins!"
Chen Haoxuan and others looked at each other. Although everyone's eyes were equally incredulous, they were more surprised.
Tang Xiujie looked at the man on the stage quietly, the fire in his heart burning brightly.
This is not only a yearning for martial arts, but also a longing for that person.
One day, I will catch up with you, Senior Brother Chen!
on the platform.
Many of the outer deacons also looked shocked.
On the one hand, he was surprised by the power of the true meaning, and on the other hand, he was even more surprised by Chen Xinzhu's strength.
An outer deacon said with a bitter look on his face.
"The true meaning is fulfilled again?!"
"And it is the most difficult to practice the Flying Eagle Sword Technique to achieve the true meaning!!"
"Sixteen years old..."
"..."
One of the deacons sighed and spoke slowly.
"Sure enough, we losers are far from understanding the world of these monsters."
Hearing this, others were also a little sad.
Although these outer sect deacons are also second-rate masters, most of them have earned their skills through hard work over time.
Compared to those amazing and talented inner sect brothers, they are indeed considered losers.
No surprise, being second-rate is the end of their lives.
Deacon Liu beside him snorted coldly.
"It's too early to give up now. Among the Xiantian elders of Huashan, aren't there two who are also deacon disciples? If they can break through to the Xiantian realm, we will certainly have a chance."
Having said this, Deacon Liu paused, looked at Chen Xinzhu on the stage, and continued in an incomprehensible tone.
"Besides, the current Mr. Chen is no worse than that man back then."
Upon hearing this, many outer door deacons flashed a light in their eyes and remained silent.
On the sword discussion stage.
Zhang Huaixing stood there, with various thoughts passing through his mind.
Sighing softly, looking at everyone who had calmed down a bit, he gathered his energy and announced loudly.
“This is the end of this sword discussion conference, the leader——Chen——Xin——Zhu!!”