Seeing this, Cang Wanjun showed no fear at all.
The golden sword was placed horizontally in front of him, his left hand pointed together, flicking on the sword body, and only a sword roar was heard.
"The mountains are green."
The golden light flourished, intertwining into shadows of peaks and mountains in mid-air. Golden peaks overlap one another, floating above Cang Wanjun's head.
This is the sword intention of Cang Wanjun. The majestic and majestic peaks cannot be climbed. Just like his swordsmanship, he is determined to be the best in the world
Yu Zhi looked at the golden peaks and murmured: "The powerful sword intention."
For Yu Zhi, it is of great benefit to feel the sword intentions of others when practicing swordsmanship.
Being able to feel the opponent's sword intention also means that Yu Zhi's swordsmanship has entered a new stage. For example, Jiang Yi beside him could only feel a crushing oppression from the powerful golden sword.
Because the realm is too low, I cannot appreciate the higher scenery.
"What did you say?" Jiang Yi asked Yu Zhi.
Yu Zhi was vague and said perfunctorily: "I say, Cang Wanjun still has something."
Jiang Yi was very disdainful of Yu Zhi's tone and said sarcastically: "You can't even enter the gate of Cangshan Mountain, and you still look down on Senior Brother Wanjun?"
Yu Zhi just smiled and made no excuse.
Three thousand thunderbolts fell with Lei Jun's blade, and there was only the light of blue thunder between heaven and earth.
And Cang Wanjun also shouted loudly, and the golden peaks faced the thunder. The thunder and the mountains competed, the blue thunder kept rushing, but the golden peaks withstood the thunder's bombardment.
The arena has been shrouded in light, whether it is sword light or sword light flashing frequently.
Everyone looked at this scene and imagined whether they could survive such a fierce battle if they were one of the people in the ring.
In just a moment, Three Thousand Thunder has reached its end.
Watching the thunder gradually dissipate, Cang Wanjun laughed loudly and said: "Lei Jun, when I broke through the sixth level of armor, I defeated you with a sword, and today I will give you a sword in return."
There were dozens of battles, big and small, between the two, each with its own victory or defeat. It has always been difficult to completely distinguish between them.
Today is the first battle between the two of them since they entered the seventh level of Kaibei, and neither of them wants to lose.
Cang Wanjun's true energy surged again, his robes rustled, and his golden sword emitted bursts of golden light.
Buzz!
A sword roar sounded particularly crisp amidst the loud noise of the thunderous explosion.
"The first form of the Farewell Sword."
Cang Wanjun held his sword and stabbed towards Lei Jun simply and directly.
The figure is not fast, and the sword energy is even slower!
The Farewell Sword was created by Cang Bielie, and everyone knows the power of the Farewell Sword. But why is the first move of the Farewell Sword so slow?
There was no way to avoid being a pig... This thought appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.
Yu Zhi looked at the slow sword and had such doubts in his heart. However, he soon understood.
Lei Jun looked serious and did not despise any of Cang Wanjun's swords.
He has fought against Cang Wanjun many times, and the Parting Sword was created by the master of Cangshan Mountain. How could it be so...weak as shown?
Lei Jun advanced instead of retreating, holding the Thunder Blade tightly in his hand, and the thunder flashed again.
Unlike Cang Wanjun's slowness, Lei Jun's sword has always been swift and fierce.
"Move like thunder!"
Lei Jun's figure turned into a bolt of thunder and streaked through the air.
Zila.
Thunder surged, exploded on the blade, and slashed towards Cang Wanjun.
This speed puts even some elders of the sects in the stands to shame.
"Hmph, go to hell!" Lei Jun slashed with a knife without mercy.
Cang Wanjun did not panic, but showed a faint smile and replied: "Really?"
clang!
The golden sword and the Thunder Blade collided together.
In the interplay of light and shadow, a figure flew out.
After this move, someone was defeated.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the figure flying backwards.
Suddenly, someone shouted: "It's Lei Jun! It's Lei Jun!"
Yes, Lei Jun failed. As Cang Wanjun said, I lost you with a sword that day, and I will give you a sword in return today.
boom!
Lei Jun's figure hit the hard ring, making a big crater in the flat ring.
The thunder and golden light all dissipated, and the smoke and dust on the arena quickly dissipated.
Cang Wanjun glanced at Lei Jun, the corners of his mouth slightly curved, the outcome was self-evident.
The first battle to open the seventh level of the Monument is of great significance. Still in the sect competition, Cang Wanjun won not only to prove his Taoist heart, but also to win honor for Cangshan.
The disciples of Cangshan have already begun to chant Cang Wanjun's name. After this battle, there is no suspense about the first place in the sect competition.
Cang Jin looked at Bai Qigang proudly, even more proud than Cang Wanjun. Taking this opportunity to ridicule Bai Qigang was Cang Jin's purpose.
"Old Bai, you still need to train Lei Jun more and try to win the Wanjun next time. But..."
Bai Qigang opened his eyes again and said calmly: "So, do you want to fight with me?"
Cang Jin's voice stopped suddenly, and he swallowed. "Uh uh uh....."
"If you don't dare, just shut up!" Bai Qigang looked at the big pit on the ring, and then closed his eyes again.
Lei Jun lay in the big pit and didn't get up for a long time. This made everyone start to wonder if this guy was dead.
Many disciples from Duandaomen surrounded him. I saw Lei Jun lying in the big pit, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, a confused look on his face, and gesticulating with his hands.
Until now, Lei Jun is still fantasizing about the sword strike just now.
"How did he use that sword?"
No one knows how Lei Jun lost, even Lei Jun himself has only a partial understanding.
"Senior Brother Lei?"
"what?"
"Um...Elder Bai asked me to see if you are dead."
"What do you think?" Lei Jun said angrily.
While everyone was discussing Cang Wanjun and Lei Jun's last move, Yu Zhi had already understood a lot. This is due to the fourth picture of the little man. His eyes clearly saw the flow of Cang Wanjun's true energy.
Jiang Yi muttered in confusion, "How did Senior Brother Wanjun defeat Lei Jun with that sword? It's really amazing."
"The first form of the Parting Sword is not an attack, but a defense, the ultimate defense." Yu Zhi said, "After Cang Wanjun blocked Lei Jun's blade, there was a chance to counterattack in an instant. Cang Wanjun seized it well. That opportunity.”
"Cang Wanjun seemed to be sure that Lei Jun would not retreat, but chose to attack. He guessed correctly, and Lei Jun also fell into the trap."
Jiang Yi heard this and said with a smile: "Brother Li, it's not that I look down on you. If you knew this, you would be an official disciple of Cangshan. No, you are more powerful than Senior Brother Wanjun."
Yu Zhi didn't care if Jiang Yixiang didn't believe him. He wouldn't believe him either.
Immediately, Yu Zhi asked: "Brother Jiang, why don't you see the chief disciple of Shenyin Pavilion?"
Jiang Yi said: "Shenyin Pavilion is special. They never compete for fame. In every sect competition, they are more like referees and witnesses. As for who the chief disciple of Shenyin Pavilion is, no one knows."
"I don't know?" Yu didn't know.
Jiang Yi shrugged and said helplessly: "No one has seen the chief disciple of Shenyin Pavilion. The only information they know is that she is a woman."
Yu Zhi was suspicious, and a figure in green clothes appeared in his mind.
Could it be her?
After the competition between Cang Wanjun and Lei Jun ended, Shao Jian'an walked onto the ring.
In the past few days, Shao Jian'an appeared for the first time.
"Everyone, this sect competition is officially over. The prizes prepared by Shenyin Pavilion for each disciple will be delivered to everyone's hands..."
Yu Zhi said in surprise: "Is there any prize?"
Jiang Yi looked at Yu Zhi, who looked like a country bumpkin, and said, "Of course there is. Every sect competition, one sect will give out a prize. This time it is Shenyin Pavilion's turn."
"What are the prizes?" Yu Zhi asked.
"The prizes are different every time, and no one will know about it. It is said that the Thunder Blade in Lei Jun's hand is the prize that Duandao Sect won in a certain sect competition." Jiang Yi said.
Yu Zhi smiled dumbly, "It's so mysterious, it makes me a little curious."
"There's nothing worth being curious about. Soon, it will be clear who got what." Jiang Yi said nonchalantly.
After Shao Jian'an congratulated him, it was time for each sect to recruit disciples.
As Shao Jian'an left the stage, some people were ready to show off on stage. After all, each sect only has so many disciples. If you fall behind a little, you may not have a chance.
At this time, Cang Jin walked up and said with a smile: "Everyone, many sects have discussed the recruitment of disciples this time. The previous competition method was too troublesome. This time it will be done in a fairer way. Test your cultivation and strength."
Under everyone's doubtful gazes, Cang Jin took out a bell the size of a thumb from his arms.
With a wave of Cang Jin's hand, the bell turned into a large, simple bell, one meter above the ground, hanging in the air.
Cang Jin continued: "This is the mountain worship bell of Cangshan. This time, the sound of the bell will be used to determine whether you are qualified to enter the major sects for practice. The more bells ring, the stronger the individual's strength will be, and the person who enters the sect will practice. The better the chance.”
"But remember, you cannot rely on external forces, you can only rely on your own strength."
At this time, someone asked: "Elder Cangjin, how many times does the bell ring before it is possible to enter Cangshan Mountain to practice?"
Cang Jin replied: "I can only tell you. When Cang Wanjun entered the sect, the bell rang eight times. It was only a hair away from the ultimate nine. In the past, the weakest people also had five bells. You can use it as a reference, don't waste your time to join the sect. opportunity."
Cang Jin once again showed off his grandson Cang Wanjun.
Yu Zhi looked at the mountain worship bell, thinking how many times he needed to ring the bell.
It will not be a problem for Yu Zhi to worship Cangshan, but he needs to gain Cangshan's attention and get the opportunity to refine Qingyan's body. He also needs to worship Canghuo's sect and practice the fire control technique. The key is to grasp the degree. You can’t impress everyone too much, and you can’t remain unknown.
"Brother Jiang, how was Cang Wanjun's state when he entered the academy?" Yu Zhi asked. He found that Jiang Yi was the know-it-all in the Northern Sect, and he knew more or less any news.
Jiang Yi glanced at Yu Zhi again, "You still want to compete with Senior Brother Wanjun? Humph, that's just wishful thinking."
"I don't know about his glorious deeds." Yu Zhiqiu said with a smile.
"I just heard that Senior Brother Wanjun was already at the peak of the fifth level of Armor Breaking when he started."
"So, if the bell rings eight times, you only need to break the fifth level of armor?" Yu Zhi murmured, "This is not difficult."
"Just?" Fortunately, Jiang Yi didn't hear the second half of Yu Zhi's words, "You only need one and I'll take a look. A twenty-year-old armor-breaking fifth-grade man is still at his peak. This is first-class in all major sects." Genius, you, you, you..."
Yu Zhi said nicely: "Slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. Brother Jiang, please don't be angry."
"No, you have to apologize to me. Buy a registered disciple. There is no better way to apologize than this."
Jiang Yi made his signature gesture asking for money.
Yu Zhi: "Die! Die the profiteer!"
