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- After several days of competition, the competition between the inner disciples of Taixuan Peak has entered the third round.
Being able to persist to the third round without defeat is considered to be a top figure among the inner disciples. Among this year's group of inner disciples, only Cheng Moyan and Chen Beihe have not been eliminated.
Although he is also the exclamation point in everyone's eyes, Cheng Moyan is undoubtedly much more eye-catching than Chen Beihe, who was once the number one outer disciple. Although his cultivation level is not as good as Chen Beihe's, it is precisely for this reason that he attracts more attention.
Xiu Wei was determined, but he began to understand the sword, and the consecutive battles were a sword to pick an enemy. It was not until the last battle encountered a brother who was about to Ningxie. But even so, Cheng Mo Yan still won!
Of course, the one who is more dazzling than him is naturally Wang Yu. He has never used a second sword since the inner disciple competition. Everyone is now convinced that he will take off the title of chief disciple of the inner sect. Even if there are many senior brothers with higher cultivation than him, so what? The power of that sword alone was enough to make those senior brothers feel inferior!
Among all the inner disciples who participated in the competition, they were the only two who understood the meaning of the sword. Today, these two geniuses, who are said to be born in a lifetime, are about to face off.
Although everyone thinks that this battle will be Cheng Moyan's last battle on the Sword Sealing Stage, it does not hinder everyone's attention to this battle. Whether it is Wang Yu or Cheng Mo Yan, the two of them shine like stars and have attracted the attention of Taisu Sword Sect. The Sword Sealing Platform where the two were about to face off was now surrounded by countless disciples like an iron barrel.
"Today your opponent is Wang Yu from Tiandou Peak. You must have heard of his deeds. He is perseverant and his swordsmanship has already reached a small level. You can just think of it as a sharpening!" Wang Yun's eyes flickered. It's a pity that if I hadn't met Wang Yu too early, I think my disciple could have gone further.
"Disciple understands!"
Cheng Moyan responded respectfully, but his eyes had already turned to Wang Yu who was standing on the sword sealing platform.
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Is the sword spirit powerful?
Walking step by step, Cheng Moyan's eyes did not stray away from Wang Yu at all, thinking to himself: At a glance, it looks like a dust-covered fairy sword about to be unsheathed. His sword sense is far behind mine. I just don¡¯t know what it would be like if Senior Brother Ye fought with him! ?
¡°Senior Brother Cheng, you have to work hard!¡±
"Yes, break out! Like Senior Brother Ye, destroy him!"
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The dozen brothers who were assigned to Taiyi Peak at the same time gathered together to support Cheng Moyan. At this moment, even if it was a serious competition between the senior brothers, they all gave up watching it just to cheer up Cheng Moyan.
"I heard that he turned out to be just a sword slave, but I didn't expect" As soon as the disciple opened his mouth, he immediately woke up and waved his hand: "Senior Brother Cheng, you have to be careful!"
Everyone knows that Wang Yu was once just a sword slave, but they all also know that Cheng Moyan once wanted to be a sword slave but couldn't!
It wasn¡¯t until today that they realized that a pheasant can become a phoenix when it flies on a branch! Because how can an ordinary pheasant fly up to the sycamore tree?
"Mo Yan will do his best!" With his fists clasped, Cheng Mo Yan instantly stepped onto the sword sealing platform!
"when!"
As soon as the judging elder struck the purple gong, the sound of pure concentration suddenly rippled on the sword sealing platform.
"Tiandou Peak, Wang Yu!"
"Tai Yifeng, become Mo Yan!"
There is no force of fire or water between holding fists and saluting. The two have not yet fought each other, but the swordsman's psychic aura caused waves of air to surge around them.
"Finally I met a decent opponent!" Wang Yu said such proud words, but his tone was very sincere.
As a swordsman, in Wang Yu's eyes, he should fight against a real swordsman. To measure a swordsman's ability, it definitely does not depend on the level of cultivation, but on the understanding and mastery of the sword's intention. Although Cheng Moyan's sword intention is at a vague stage, he is the only one among so many disciples except Wang Yu. Based on this alone, Wang Yu is very interested in him!
"Each other!"
Cheng Moyan's subconscious intention now is to learn from Ye Chu's example. His cowardice is difficult to reverse, but it is subtle in a different way. This arrogance, after months of polishing, really resembles Ye Chu's demeanor.
"Zheng!"
This time, Cheng Moyan did not stop silently. The other party's cultivation and swordsmanship are undoubtedly several times better than his own.
The one who strikes first will seize the opportunity!
Sixteen types of thunder punishment!
? ? ? ? ? ???Thunder, as powerful as divine punishment. The black iron sword, as black as ink, bloomed with countless thunderous rays.
With such momentum and power, it was the first time for the disciples in the audience to see Cheng Moyan fully display the Sixteen Styles of Thunder Punishment. It was also the first time to see him exerting all his strength. Suddenly, everyone was stunned. They all cheered.
Facing these fierce sword energies, Wang Yu remained motionless with the sword on his back.
What is really shocking is that Wang Yu suddenly restrained his energy and controlled his own state to a state of concentration similar to that of Cheng Moyan.
Ordinary people would only say that lowering one's cultivation is easy, but in fact, Wang Yu's ability to lower one's cultivation to a level almost the same as that of Cheng Mo Yan requires distraction. For them, such distractions may be the key to success or failure!
"Zheng! Zhengzheng!"
Suddenly, Wang Yu moved.
This movement, accompanied by a hoarse voice, instantly broke through countless thunder and punishment sword energy. But looking up, Wang Yu didn't seem to move, and even the sword behind him seemed to have never been unsheathed.
"Pfft!" With a sound, Wang Yu's sword energy suddenly passed through Cheng Mo Yan's right arm, and a piece of his sleeve suddenly moved with the wind of sword energy.
Cheng Moyan only felt a pain on his arm, and when he looked again, he saw that it was already stained with blood.
Wow!
This scene immediately stunned everyone in the audience. Although both of them in the stands were able to win with one sword, the ending came too quickly and was hard to accept. You must know that Wang Yu has lowered his cultivation level, but still injured Cheng Mo Yan with one sword!
Just when the judging elder was about to sound the purple gong, Wang Yu suddenly shouted: "Stop! He hasn't lost yet."
"I can still fight, how can I lose!" Cheng Moyan's expression was also dull, and sword energy flowed across the sword, not caring about the scars on his arms.
The judging elder did not hesitate and nodded for the two of them to continue.
The reason why Wang Yu spoke out was because he saw that the moment his sword energy approached Mo Yan, the other party actually twisted and dodged. Although the arm was injured, it was indeed an insignificant injury.
Between the horizontal swords, the sword intent in Cheng Moyan's body surged: "Let's decide the outcome with one move!"
"good!"
After just one battle, the two of them became like best friends for many years. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because they know each other¡¯s background, or if it¡¯s just a sympathy between swordsmen. The duel between the two was less of a fight and more of an exchange of swordsmanship.
"Destroy crime with thunderous punishment!"
There are sixteen forms of thunder punishment, and Cheng Moyan, who has just entered the sect, has only been able to master the sixth form with his sword intention. But even with this sixth move, the situation around him changed immediately. Countless thunderous currents began to spread all over the sword, and he was like a god responsible for punishment, controlling the thunder!
At the same time, Wang Yu moved like a dragon with Qing Feng on his back, unsheathed and came out. The whole sword-sealing platform was in a riot of true energy, with sand and rocks flying. In an instant, murderous intent rose up from the sky, and the aura of saintliness shone with thousands of rays of light.
"Holy swordsmanship!" Cheng Mo Yan was lucky enough to watch Ye Chu break the holy statue with his own eyes that day, shocking Chen Beihe.
Unexpectedly, Shengming's swordsmanship reappeared, and his illustrious reputation was undoubtedly dozens of times more powerful than Chen Beihe's. The phantom of the Ming Sage behind Wang Yu has a leisurely demeanor and cannot bear the suffering of the people. The overwhelming energy of the Holy Spirit suppressed the lightning as soon as it emerged.
The two looked at each other and neither spoke.
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At extremely high speed, Cheng Moyan knew he was defeated, but he still sent out a thunderous strike with his sword.
It doesn¡¯t matter if you lose, I¡¯m afraid you won¡¯t even have the courage to fight.
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The entire sword-sealing platform trembled. The phantom of the Holy Ming is as real as the light, and the brilliance of millions of Holy Mings instantly disperses all the thunder between the heaven and the earth.
"Cough! Cough"
It wasn¡¯t until the overwhelming aura slowly dissipated that Cheng Moyan, who had been suppressed by a wise sage, began to cough violently. In the situation just now, if Wang Yu wanted to take his life, it would only be a matter of raising his hand.
"Dang!" The purple gong sounded immediately, indicating that Wang Yu had advanced again.
The Fengjian stage suddenly became a sea of ??noise. Everyone had already known about this battle. Therefore, Mo Yan's defeat did not make Tai Yifeng's disciples hesitate. However, Wang Yu won, which naturally made the disciples of Tiandou Peak cheer.
"Is that Ye Chu really that strong?"
Cheng Moyan, who was about to leave, was suddenly startled when he heard this. Looking at Wang Yu's fiery eyes again, he nodded and said, "Yes, he should be stronger than you!"
"Yes!" Wang Yu nodded, not doubting Mo Yan's words at all.Just after Cheng Moyan left the sword sealing platform, Wang Yu didn't move at all. Immediately, he shouted towards the first stand under the gaze of everyone: "Master, I want to challenge Tai Yifeng Ye Chu!"
"Wow!"
If the battle just now is still fresh in people's memory, Wang Yu suddenly read these words towards the first stand, which undoubtedly caused an uproar.
"Ye Chu, is he the one who was the subject of a lot of rumors not long ago?"
"It's a pity that the disciple of Uncle Jian Qinghan was unable to participate in the inner disciple competition!"
"I heard that he beat Wang Shaohu half to death and split him in half, and he did it in front of Elder Wang Kuang!"
"Is it fake? In front of Elder Wang Kuang, you can still split his son in half?"
"Really, many Taiyifeng disciples have seen it. Otherwise, that Ye Chu wouldn't have been punished to be buried in a ghostly place like Jianfeng for three years!"
¡°I really don¡¯t know what kind of trouble Wang Shaowei will cause after he comes out of isolation!¡±
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Suddenly, everyone¡¯s talk once again began to revolve around a disciple named Ye Chu. Even many disciples of Taiyi Peak were suddenly 'surrounded' and questioned by disciples from other peaks.
"Idiot!" Master Lingxu on the stand smiled bitterly, but his tone was full of tolerance.
Master Qingxu couldn't help but smile: "This person is a swordsman, and his future career in swordsmanship is unpredictable. If that disciple of Brother Jian is present, he might really be able to fight!"
"Since it is a punishment in the prison hall, there should be a chance in three years!"
Just when Master Lingxu was about to speak, suddenly there was a cry from another sword-sealing platform: "Your Majesty, I also want to challenge Ye Chu of Taiyi Peak!"
"Me too!"
"First of all, Li Xiaoshuai also wants to ask Junior Brother Ye for advice on his swordsmanship!" Li Xiaoshuai also hurriedly expressed his stance, just to show his courage. For him, a good competition would involve making trouble, which was totally unacceptable. And he never took Ye Chu seriously.
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Just as the winning disciples from several sword sealing stages were asking for a fight, dozens of inner disciples who were at the same time as Ye Chu in the audience suddenly shouted: "Without Senior Brother Ye participating, no matter who wins the inner sect competition, Even the crown is unconvincing!"
"Cheng Moyan only recognizes Senior Brother Ye!"
In an instant, the top of Taixuan had been completely buried by ¡®Ye Chu¡¯. Many disciples also threatened to have a glimpse of Jian Qinghan's disciples.
"Compared to the fanaticism of these disciples, the elders of each peak are much calmer. Although they also wanted to see what happened to Ye Chu, since it was punishment from the execution hall, how could they change it. The elders of Taiyifeng should not express their opinions easily. You must know that it was Elder Wang Kuang who contributed to the situation that day.
Looking at Wang Kuang at this moment, his face was already pale. He secretly guessed in his heart: "Jian Qinghan, if you think you can rescue that little brat like this, you are too underestimated, Wang Kuang!" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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