The old man in gray walked onto the ring with a serious face, turned over his hand and took out the scroll, and said loudly: "Same as previous years, there are still only two rules for this competition. First, no one's life will be hurt until the competition point is reached.
Second, no magic weapons, weapons, elixirs, formations, or other external forces are allowed to be used in the competition."
"Now please invite contestant No. 1 Mo Qianyu and contestant No. 2 Liu Xingyun to come on stage." The old man in gray shouted.
I saw two young men coming onto the stage from both sides of the ring. Mo Qianyu looked calm and indifferent, with a strong sense of confidence.
Someone in the crowd suddenly cheered, but all they shouted were Mo Qianyu's name, and no one mentioned Liu Xingyun.
"Look, that's Mo Qianyu. In the preliminary round, his martial arts score was as high as seventy-eight points, only behind Qin Feng, the two princes, and Su Meier!"
"What's even more rare is that his martial spirit is still a fourth-grade martial spirit, but in terms of talent, he may still be above Su Meier!"
There is no doubt that the crowd is extremely optimistic about Mo Qianyu.
When Liu Xingyun saw such a scene, he couldn't help but look ugly and secretly sighed that he was unlucky.
As soon as the game started, he encountered such a difficult enemy. It must be said that his luck was really bad.
"Let's take action." Mo Qianyu folded his hands in front of his chest, and faint spiritual energy fluctuations appeared invisibly.
"Eighth Level of Body Tempering!" The crowd was even more excited. He had reached the eighth level of Body Tempering at the age of sixteen, which was already an extremely outstanding achievement among previous contestants.
Liu Xingyun's face was even uglier, and he was even a little depressed. His cultivation was only at the sixth level of Body Tempering. In such a battle, he would almost definitely lose.
"Brother Mo, can I have a request?" Liu Xingyun seemed to have thought of something and said quickly.
Mo Qianyu frowned slightly, "What request?"
Liu Xingyun said: "I am self-aware and know that I am no match for you in this battle. I just want to beg you to give me three chances to take action. After three moves, I will surrender and admit defeat."
It has to be said that Liu Xingyun is very smart. He knows very well that the most important purpose of the so-called competition and the Fourth Academy of Wangcheng is to select talents.
In previous competitions, there were some unlucky people who encountered extremely powerful opponents in the first round. However, they fully demonstrated their strength in the battle and were recognized by the examiners. Even in the competition,
Even though he lost the battle, he still had the opportunity to join the Fourth Academy of the Royal City.
After Liu Xingyun said this, he suddenly became anxious. He knew that Mo Qianyu was far stronger than him. If he was not given a chance to take action, he would be knocked out of the ring with one move, leaving no time to show off his strength and advantages.
Then he really has no chance to join the Fourth Academy of the Royal City.
Mo Qianyu seemed to be very clear about this potential rule. He would not lose anything by giving others a chance, so he nodded slightly and said: "Okay."
"Thank you, Brother Mo. After this battle, no matter whether I can join the Fourth Academy of the Royal City, I will remember this kindness." Liu Xingyun was overjoyed.
After Liu Xingyun said this, his expression immediately became solemn, and he saw the seal in his hand flipped over, and the black and blue wind wolf phantom appeared behind Liu Xingyun. It was the third-grade martial spirit, the blue-patterned wind wolf.
"Martial Soul Skill, Wind Spirit's Wrath." Liu Xingyun shouted, and then he saw a tornado hurricane sweeping towards Mo Qianyu.
Mo Qianyu still looked indifferent and just tightened the hilt of the sword in his hand, which was the most ordinary fine steel sword. However, when the terrifying tornado hurricane was only a few feet away from him, the fine steel sword
The sword suddenly came out of his body.
The bright sword light flashed away, and the terrifying tornado hurricane drowned Mo Qianyu's figure.
However, before the crowd could be shocked, they saw Mo Qianyu calmly walking out of the hurricane. At this time, his stainless steel sword had been inserted into the scabbard again, and his body was unscathed.
"He...how did he do it?" Everyone had doubts in their hearts.
Finally, someone with sharp eyes suddenly discovered that there was a gap in the terrifying tornado. The gap was not too big or too small, just enough for Mo Qianyu to pass through calmly.
At this time, the small gap was still gradually closing, but it was destined to never hurt Mo Qianyu in the slightest.
"This..." People's hearts were filled with shock. If Mo Qianyu relied on his tyrannical cultivation to disintegrate the terrifying tornado hurricane with one blow, they would not be so shocked.
It should be noted that water is impermanent and wind is impermanent. To create a gap in a hurricane with one sword without causing the hurricane to collapse, how fast should his sword be? How precise should his control of his own spiritual power be?
Even Qin Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly at this time, secretly praising: "This person is a good young man who practices swordsmanship."
On the ring, Mo Qianyu's expression remained calm, without joy or worry. It was as if the sword that was highly praised by others was just ordinary to him.
"One move." Mo Qianyu said calmly.
Liu Xingyun's expression changed continuously. Mo Qianyu could resolve his martial soul skill so easily, which immediately made him feel heavy pressure.
"Brother Mo's swordsmanship is really powerful. Please be careful with this second move," Liu Xingyun reminded.
Mo Qianyu nodded calmly and signaled Liu Xingyun to continue his attack.
The Wind Wolf Spirit roared again and again, and another huge hurricane hit Mo Qianyu. Compared with the last time, this hurricane seemed to be more powerful and solid.
Mo Qianyu frowned slightly and said loudly: "Don't you understand that such a move is completely useless to me?"
Liu Xingyun didn't say anything, he just stared at Mo Qianyu fiercely, as if staring at a prey about to fall into a trap.
Mo Qianyu remained as before, gently placing his hand on the stainless steel sword at his waist.
However, just when Mo Qianyu was about to draw his sword, Liu Xingyun also moved. "Brother Liu! Take my third move, Ice Palm!"
When the crowd saw such a scene, they were all shocked, and even the four examiners were slightly moved.
However, they were not shocked by the Ice Palm. With the knowledge of the four examiners, they could naturally see at a glance that the Ice Palm was nothing more than a high-level Huang-level martial skill.
What really surprised them was that Liu Xingyun could do two things at once. He could control Feng Lang to use martial soul skills and at the same time use Ice Palm.
The tornado hurricane and the cold air of the Ice Palm were superimposed, and the temperature above the arena suddenly dropped a lot. In the biting cold wind, the tornado hurricane was like a huge ice dragon, suppressing Mo Qianyu.
"Well done!" Mo Qianyu's eyes flashed with divine light, and fighting spirit rose in his heart. Behind him, he saw a huge sword-shaped shadow piercing the sky.
Above the sword shadow, there was no fluctuation of attribute energy, only a pure edge.
"It's actually a fourth-grade sword-shaped martial spirit, the Sword of Nothingness!" The expressions of the four examiners all changed. The Sword of Nothingness is a rare type of weapon spirit. This kind of spirit has no attributes and no
Martial spirit skills were even considered useless in history.
It was not until later that a peerless swordsman appeared, and people understood that the sword of nothingness was not an abandoned martial spirit, but that only those who loved the sword could exert its true power.
Obviously, Mo Qianyu is this kind of person.
boom...
Above the arena, a sharp and unstoppable huge sword slashed down, and the hurricane and chill instantly disappeared into nothingness.
The crowd fell silent. That sword was too domineering and powerful. Many contestants looked at Mo Qianyu with a hint of vigilance and respect.
Liu Xingyun's face turned pale, but he did not receive any damage. It was obvious that Mo Qianyu's sword was very measured.
"Thank you, Brother Mo, for showing mercy." Liu Xingyun said, cupping his fists.
Mo Qianyu said modestly: "My cultivation level is stronger than yours. If you are also at the eighth level of Body Tempering, it will not be that simple for me to win against you."
"Liu admires Brother Mo's strength and character very much." After Liu Xingyun said this, he looked at the examiners from the Fourth Hospital of Wangcheng, and gradually felt a little uneasy in his heart. "I have used my best in this battle.
Try your best, I don’t know if I can get the approval of the examiners.”
"In this battle, Mo Qianyu wins, Liu Xingyun can leave the ring." The old man in gray who presided over the competition nodded indifferently.
After hearing this, Liu Xingyun walked silently to the bottom of the ring. As he walked, he looked at the four examiners from time to time, but to his disappointment, none of the examiners had any intention of recruiting him.
"Huh, multitasking doesn't matter. It's just some cleverness. No, his martial spirit is a wind-attribute martial spirit, but what he cultivates is ice-type martial arts. This is no longer clever, it's just a smart-aleck.
You're a fool." Gu Qingsong snorted coldly, not concealing his contempt for Liu Xingyun.
The other three examiners were obviously not very interested in Liu Xingyun, and they all looked at Mo Qianyu with eager eyes. In comparison, Mo Qianyu's swordsmanship talent was a bright road full of prospects. With a little training, he could
It is predicted that in the future, a great swordsman will definitely appear in the royal city.
Liu Xingyun looked at such a scene with a bitter smile on his lips. After all, he still had no chance with the Fourth Courtyard of the Royal City.
However, just as Liu Xingyun was about to step down, Xia Qianjie suddenly asked: "Liu Xingyun, you are obviously a wind-attributed martial spirit, why do you practice ice-based martial arts?"