As the time approached the next afternoon, Yi Nanhuai had accumulated a large amount of points, and at this time about thirty monks had already withdrawn from the competition.
Seeing that the time was getting closer and closer to the time agreed between Wei Shengliang and Yi Nanhuai, Wei Shengliang looked at Yi Nanhuai with more and more fiery eyes. In the previous competitions, Yi Nanhuai had no defeat at all, his strength was tyrannical, and his mastery of various techniques was even more exquisite. Both Wei Shengliang and his sword were eager to fight him.
Stared at by Wei Shengliang's fiery eyes, all the cells in Yi Nanhuai's body cheered and clamored, Ah Liang is looking at me, he is looking at me! I really enjoy it.
At this time, the monks in the rest area were clearly divided into two groups. The monks who had given up on the competition and the monks who were still participating were facing each other across the jade dial.
The monks who give up the competition now are generally casual cultivators, or they do not belong to the 19th National Congress of the Communist Party of China and other larger forces, or even if they belong to these forces, they are not people who are placed high hopes by the Zongmen family.
But there was another accident among them. They saw a woman in black clothes and light veil standing among the monks. Compared with the other female cultivators who entered the top 100 competition, her dress was obviously too solemn and inconvenient. She didn't seem to be here to participate in the competition, but rather to preside over some sacred sacrificial ceremony.
This woman's whole body was wrapped tightly, even her face was covered by a black veil, the only exposed clavicle and ankle showed her slenderness. She is very tall, even if she is dressed like this, she doesn't look heavy. On the contrary, the female cultivator who shows her long legs and slender waist is not as graceful as her figure.
The Tianji Pavilion is good at watching the sky at night to see the secrets of the sky, so they respect black. The disciples of the Tianji Pavilion are all black uniforms that are as black as the night, and the mysterious and mysterious astrology charts are drawn with gold and silver threads. They don't understand what these images express, but it doesn't prevent them from immediately knowing that this is a person from Tianji Pavilion as soon as they see a disciple dressed like this.
Looking at this female nun, the veil, which is as thin as a butterfly's wings, is covered with extremely thin gold and silver threads to draw a thumbnail of the astrology. It is not difficult to know her identity. She is the current head of Tianji Pavilion His personal disciple is also the saint of this generation-San Sang.
Jiao, Kang, Di, Fang, Heart, Tail, Kei;
Dou, Niu, Nv,
Xu, Wei, Shi, Bi; Kui, Lou, Wei, Subaru, Bi, Chi, Shen; Jing,
Gui, Liu, Xing, Zhang, Yi, Zhen;
Zhao's fourth, Tianji's fifth , the character generation of Tianji Pavilion is the name of the twenty-eight constellations. As a disciple of the character generation of Shen (shen), it is the first time for Shen Sang to appear in front of people.
Compared with the other eighteen forces, Tianji Pavilion has the smallest number of people and the simplest organizational structure. Because Tianji Pavilion is the most picky about the talent of its disciples compared to other forces, maybe you are a highly sought-after genius among other forces, but you may be worthless in Tianji Pavilion. The ability to spy on the secrets of the heavens is something that cannot be obtained through hard work, and it has nothing to do with spiritual roots, so the levels in the Tianji Pavilion are very strict, because some levels are doomed for you to never reach in your life. Women's skirts are not eligible to touch.
The monks of Tianji Pavilion have always spent more than half of their energy on astrology, so their actual combat strength is much weaker than the monks of other forces. This is why Shen Sang quit early and stood on the sidelines to watch the battle.
I saw her standing pretty and lively by the railing, with a green hand resting lightly on the wooden railing, and a hollow jade bracelet on her wrist was filled with golden dust flowing in it. The monks next to her consciously stayed a few meters away from her, and the saint didn't like ordinary people to get close.
The color of Shen Sang's eyes is a very light purple, which makes her look very indifferent. This kind of pupil color is the characteristic of stars and spirit bodies. According to the practice of Tibetan Yuan Realm, monks who have stars and spirit bodies have the spiritual eyes bestowed by heaven to spy on the secrets of heaven.
Standing there, San Sang became a world of her own, and no one around her dared to speak loudly. At this moment, she was watching the two extremely talented monks on the stage with her mysterious eyes.
The match against Wei Shengliang is more difficult than the match against anyone else. Standing opposite Wei Shengliang, Yi Nanhuai, watching Wei Shengliang's surging fighting spirit and sword energy, feels in his heart that he is extremely dazzling. People are filled with a sense of pride, this dazzling person is mine!
Yi Nanhuai wanted to win this game, but Wei Shengliang had to lose beautifully and happily, and he couldn't let his sweetheart find out that he was playing tricks, otherwise the consequences would be very serious. This requires Yi Nanhuai to know the other party very well, and he must also be able to control his own spiritual power techniques with ease. The practice has honed the use of spiritual power techniques extremely proficiently.
If the enemy moves, I will move first. Wei Shengliang, who has always been used to grasping the fighting opportunities, comes here with a sword in his hand. Inspired by Weisheng's sharp fighting spirit, Yi Nanhuai's fighting consciousness was awakened, and he couldn't help but smile expectantly. His A Liang, he always takes every opponent so seriously, which makes Yi Nanhuai wish to kill all the people who might become Wei Shengliang's opponents, so that those bright eyes will always focus on him alone.
Wei Shengliang's sword was extremely sharp, and he went all out for every stab, pick and cut, lightning flashed between Yi Nanhuai's hands, and in an instant, the two fought back and forth several times. Seeing Wei Shengliang approaching with a horizontal sword, the edge of the sword was chilled to the bone, Yi Nanhuai ducked down, then leaned sideways with his left hand on the ground, and kicked Wei Shengliang with his right foot like thunder. Wei Shengliang reacted extremely quickly, he threw himself Yi Nanhuai's instep hit the sword body, and the spirit sword bent out in a semicircular arc.
Wei Shengliang followed Yi Nanhuai's kick and flew back more than ten meters to relieve the force. When he finally stood still, his spirit sword made a buzzing sound, and the light in Wei Shengliang's eyes became even brighter.
At the same time, Yi Nanhuai had already stood up, he stomped his right foot heavily on the jade dial, the ice that sealed his calf cracked and fell on the jade dial, wetting a large area.
Wei Shengliang watched Yi Nanhuai flick his right hand, a long (wooden warehouse) appeared in his hand, the long (wooden warehouse) tip was shining with a dazzling metallic luster in the sun, finally he was going to be serious ? Wei Shengliang raised his lips in satisfaction, this invisible smile shook Yi Nanhuai's hand tightly holding the gun.
Anyone who is not a blind and deaf monk in the Zangyuan Realm knows that Qu Kuang Laojun, the head of the Zhibei Gate of the most powerful force, personally brought back a ten-year-old boy more than 40 years ago, and designated him as his personal disciple. It's called Mohuai. This son is talented and hardworking. He is a born monk. He built a foundation after only ten years of practice. The other monks who were the same age as him still shrank under the protection of the sect, only daring to wander in the sphere of influence of the sect, listening to the elders teach themselves with his stories.
In these stories, the most frequently seen weapon is his common weapon, called Split Sky (Wooden Warehouse), a high-grade spiritual weapon of the mysterious rank. It is said that he used the meteorite iron he obtained when he wiped out a small group of vicious demon cultivators. The spiritual weapon made of materials can lead the thunder to descend on all things, and its power is very powerful. And in all the previous competitions, Yi Nanhuai did not take out this spiritual weapon that he was most comfortable with.
So Wei Shengliang became more determined to fight, and said, "Brother Huai, come and take my move!" Yi Nanhuai could hear the incomparable enthusiasm in his obviously cold voice.
Wei Shengliang urged his spiritual roots unceremoniously, the spiritual power in the sea of qi swam rapidly through the eight meridians, Wei Shengliang raised his sword, and the middle-grade mysterious spiritual weapon in his hand whistled.
Yi Nanhuai knew what move Wei Shengliang was going to make when he raised his hand. After all, he had fought with him a lot in his previous life. Yi Nanhuai was familiar with all Wei Shengliang's moves, but he still needed to cooperate. Make a slightly shocked look. "The long sword is like a rainbow, and there is a snow dragon." The snow dragon, Wei Shengliang's top-grade heavenly swordsmanship, Shanghan's 27-style sword formula, has always been the treasure of the Junyang Sword Sect, and it is also the treasure of countless mutated ice spirits throughout the ages. The sword technique that Gen Jianxiu desires most is the sword move that Wei Shengliang mainly rests on. And this Snow Dragon is the first and third form of Shang Han Sword Art, very powerful. As soon as this move was performed, many monks who were on the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, this disciple of Old Master Jin Yu is really powerful. At the same time, in the Huating, Qu Kuangzi said to Old Master Jinyu: "Fellow Suzhen, you are a very good apprentice, and you can display 80% of the power of the Snow God Dragon. The Junyang Sword Sect has not practiced the Shanghan Sword for nearly a thousand years. You must be a monk of Jue." Old Master Jin Yu's Taoist name is Taoist Suzhen.
"Since my junior uncle, Weisheng is the only one who can practice Shanghan Sword Art." Old Master Jinyu was quite proud.
At this time, on the arena, a divine dragon rushed towards Yi Nanhuai wrapped in the bitter wind and snow. Through the huge reveal of the divine dragon's angry eyes and fluttering beard, Yi Nanhuai could vaguely see Wei Shengliang's vigorous figure and The tip of the sword gleaming coldly.
For this move, Yi Nanhuai already had a plan to deal with it, he just let out a low voice, stirred the long (wooden warehouse), instead of retreating, he went up, flying directly to meet Wei Shengliang's long sword. Then the needle pointed to the wheat awn, and from Yi Nanhuai's (wooden warehouse) point, a curved purple-blue light burst out, and Wei Shengliang's snow dragon collapsed on this curved surface of spiritual power that was like a barrier.
After failing to complete a single move, Wei Shengliang landed on the ground, bent his legs and kicked, and began to appear and disappear around Yi Nanhuai.
Yi Nanhuai probed with his spiritual sense, left! So he switched the gun to his right hand, held the pistol and spun it at a very high speed, "Ding ding ding ding..." Countless thin needles that were blowing cold were swept down at Yi Nanhuai's feet. This is the first and second form of Shang Han Sword Art, Bing Pine Needle! Specially targeting the enemy's meridian nodes, pine needles penetrate the body, and freeze acupuncture points, monks will not be able to mobilize spiritual power.
Wei Shengliang moved very quickly, he kept mobilizing his spiritual power, dense rows of ice pine needles stood up from his sword spine, and he threw the pine needles towards Yi Nanhuai from all directions.
But Yi Nanhuai's defense was also impenetrable, the guns he spun out kept flashing around him, dazzled the monks. When Wei Shengliang's pine needle offensive ended, Yi Nanhuai immediately seized the opportunity and smiled dazzlingly
, "Wei Sheng, you caught it!"
) point flashing thunder and lightning, stabbing at Wei Shengliang like a bamboo, pointing directly at the center of the eyebrows.
Wei Shengliang knew that he had no problem facing this rock-shattering move like Yi Nanhuai resisted him, so he immediately raised his sword in front of him, dodged sideways, and Chang (Mu Cang) grazed the blade and made a piercing ear-splitting sound. squeak. Yi Nanhuai's offensive finally hit the lake surface, causing huge water splashes, and even the jade dial swayed.
Yi Nanhuai changed his moves extremely quickly, and when he missed every move, he immediately hit him horizontally (Mu Cang), Wei Shengliang was overwhelmed by Yi Nanhuai's surging and profound spiritual power, and he was sent flying. sweet. In places that Wei Shengliang couldn't see, Yi Nanhuai's eyes were full of distress, and it seemed that the end was almost over.
Suffering a little injury, being agitated by blood, Wei Shengliang was even more motivated to fight, good! As expected of Brother Huai!
Wei Shengliang began to resort to his housekeeping sword moves non-stop!
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Ye Hanxue's epee sword folded bamboo, Shanghan Jianjue's second-order first form, folded bamboo sword!
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The autumn wind is ruthless, and the frost is the guest. The second stage of Shanghan Sword Art, the autumn frost guest!
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The two hit the ground from the air, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and icy edges were born.
Wei Shengliang's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and Yi Nanhuai was already dripping with sweat.
The two stood at each other's ends, and all the monks watching the match stopped paying attention to other rings, and all looked at Yi Nanhuai and Wei Shengliang without blinking their eyes.
With the wind blowing Weishengliang's black hair that grew to his waist, Yi Nanhuai guessed in his heart that it was time to end!
Suddenly there was a strong wind in the arena, Wei Shengliang raised his sword, and danced on his own, with an elegant posture, Yi Nanhuai stepped sideways, Chang (Wu Cang) breathed out the sound of the wind.
"Snow?"
Miao Miao flew the snow, and the pieces were as sharp as a sharp edge!
"Brother Huai, this trick is called Xue Ruchen!"
I know, how could I not know, your sword dance is always so charming!
Yi Nanhuai stared at Wei Shengliang obsessively, only this monk in white caught his eyes.
The snow particles that were originally as small as a mote of dust fluttered and suddenly became larger, the largest one was as big as a human palm, and the smallest one was as small as the cover of a finger. The tip and edge of each snowflake are as sharp as the tip of Wei Shengliang's chilling sword.
The dense snowflakes roared and surrounded the ring, and the monks outside couldn't even see the two of them.
"Even Xue Ruchen is so proficient. Fellow Daoist Suzhen, your apprentice is really extraordinary." "
It's really good, but it's not as good as your disciple Mo Huai!"
Everyone vaguely couldn't see the ring. In the condition of the two of them, only extremely dense and crisp sounds were heard. All of a sudden, all the snowflakes stopped, and in the next second, they all fell to the ground or melted into the air. Only then did everyone realize that Yi Nanhuai's clothes had been cut into tatters, his face and arms were cut open, but his (wooden warehouse) tip was touching Wei Shengliang's throat, Wei Shengliang Liang's face was very pale, it seemed that this move had consumed too much of his spiritual power, his sword was also pointed at Yi Nanhuai, but it obviously couldn't hurt him.
"Weisheng, you are very good, but I won." Yi Nanhuai smiled calmly.
wrong! Yi Nanhuai suddenly retreated, Ah Liang?
At the same time, Jinyu Laojun in the Huating also had a sudden change of expression, unable to restrain himself from standing up.