The arena was high, and Ye Ling and Xu Haochu stood face to face, silently.
Ye Ling's face was expressionless, and the sharp energy around him surged up, lifting his robes and dancing, making a hunting sound.
Xu Haochu originally thought that Ye Ling could not reach the level of Qingyou Realm, and his Dao blood had not yet fully evolved, so he was confident. But when the edge of the sword unfolded, Xu Haochu's expression changed slightly, and his whole body's Dao power began to circulate unconsciously.
At this moment, in Xu Haochu's eyes, Ye Ling was like a sharp blade waiting to be drawn. The sharp edge even stung Xu Haochu's eyes, making him dare not look directly.
The next second, the sound of sword chants rose into the sky, and the wooden sword suddenly flew out with the power of the sword, and then slashed towards Xu Haochu. The sharp energy that fills the sky breaks through the void and surges forward.
After all, Xu Haochu had cultivated in the Lingxu realm, and the wind system around him stirred up endless winds and evolved into a sea of wind. Thousands of wind blades solidified from the wind sea, and then fell towards the sword energy.
When the two collide, the wind stops and the sword stops.
However, the wind and sea around Xu Haochu continued, and the wind blades could evolve at any time and attack Ye Ling.
In the stands, Xu Hong and others were watching the battle with high thoughts, sweating for Ye Ling.
Although Ye Ling's swordsmanship is as sharp as ever, the gap between realms has always been a gap that is difficult for monks to cross. Even though those with extraordinary talents can win across borders, they are rare and rare.
Behind Wu Qing, the monks from Yueyue Pavilion were talking to each other and discussing the situation of the battle:
"I heard that this is Xu Haochu's Xuanjie Kung Fu. The wind blows through the clouds. Within this sea of wind, the wind blades are endless. If you can't break the sea of wind, you will be injured sooner or later!"
"Xu Haochu is also one of the leaders of the Tianxin Sect after all. That Qingyou Realm sword cultivator doesn't know how to live or die. I'm afraid he will be defeated here!"
Above the arena, the wind and sea roared, and the wind blade was like a sharp edge, slashing down head-on, cutting the air.
"Is this considered sharp?"
The wooden sword in Ye Ling's hand glowed like a rainbow, and the innate aura surrounded it, transforming into the sword's edge.
With one step, the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique burst out with several times the combat power. The sword path penetrated the sea of wind and reached the sky, causing a burst of exclamations from the stands:
"How can the edge of the sword be so powerful?"
"Didn't it mean that the way of the sword has declined, and the power cannot stop the way of the law?"
"Could this person be a disciple of the Tongtian Sword Sect!"
Xu Haochu's expression changed slightly, and with a soft drink, Dao power surged into the sea of wind. In an instant, a strong wind blew up, and tens of thousands of wind blades appeared, attacking Ye Ling, vowing to cut him to pieces.
There are regulations in the three sect competitions. When the disciples compete, they must not harm their lives. There are also several elders guarding the arena. If anything goes wrong, they can stop them at any time.
Xu Haochu obviously had murderous intentions, but these elders were indifferent. Xu Hong, who was in the stands, cursed loudly, without any scholarly attitude: "A bunch of old immortals, bastards, they will be punished if they don't save them!"
Even so, Ye Ling remained calm and composed. Xu Haochu had the intention to kill him, so why not him!
Thinking of this, Ye Ling swung the wooden sword in his hand and used the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique. His combat power burst out several times, and the sword energy formed thousands of sword marks from the air, resisting the wind blade.
For a moment, strong winds blew, huge waves spread, and the entire arena was covered by the collision of Dao forces, filled with the sound of explosions.
In the wind and smoke, Ye Ling used Xuantian Afterimage, soared into the sky, knocked through the wind and sea, and came into the sky.
Immediately afterwards, the wooden sword fell, and the half-moon-shaped sword energy shot through the air. The sharp energy cut through everything, and actually cut Feng Hai from the middle and broke it in half.
Xu Haochu dodged and escaped from the wind and sea, standing in the air on the clouds with a serious look on his face.
He thought he could easily deal with Ye Ling, but he didn't expect it would be so troublesome.
The sea of clouds disappeared and the strong wind disappeared. Ye Lingzhong stood on the stage again, looking at Xu Haochu.
In the stands, Xu Hong and others breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Ye Ling was fine.
Xu Yang smiled and said: "Brother Ye is really powerful, and he doesn't give in to Lingxu Realm monks!"
"Of course," Bai Wuyu nodded: "My senior brother is not comparable to ordinary monks!"
Xu Hong's brows were still furrowed. Although Ye Ling was fine for the moment, Xu Haochu still didn't know what other methods he could use, and he was afraid that he would not be happy too early.
In the middle of the arena, Xu Haochu gently shook his folding fan, still looking elegant and elegant: "You dare to come on stage to compete with me, and you are indeed quite capable. What was just now was just an appetizer, and the next step is the main topic!"
Ye Ling remained silent as the swordsmanship and the wind path competed from the air, with no winner or loser.
Xu Haochu closed his folding fan and suddenly pulled out a nine-story pagoda from his sleeves. The pagoda swelled when the wind hit it until it was more than ten feet in size and suspended in the air.
But I saw this tower of Daoyun protecting the body, surrounded by whirlwind, and holding in the void, causing ripples in layers, showing great power.
Xu Haochu stood on the top of the pagoda and said with a smile: "Let's see what other methods you have!"
In the stands, some disciples exclaimed:
"This is Xu Haochu's Xuan-grade high-grade Taoist artifact, the Nine Treasures Tianfeng Tower!"
"Once this treasure is released, I'm afraid this sword cultivator will no longer be able to fight back!"
In the Tianxin Sect side, Wang Chen and Lu Kun sat side by side. Wang Chen said impatiently: "I should have sacrificed the Taoist weapon to kill him long ago, why waste time on such a nobody!"
Lu Kun said in a deep voice: "With his cultivation in Qingyou Realm, he can resolve Brother Xu's stormy clouds. Do you still think that he is an unknown person?"
Wang Chen didn't answer after hearing the words. Indeed, being able to compete with Lingxu Realm with Qingyou Realm cultivation is already impressive and cannot be underestimated.
Lu Kun added: "Don't be impatient in everything, let alone jump to conclusions!"
In Zhaoyang Mountain, Li Yannian gritted his teeth and was worried about Ye Ling. After all, Ye Ling came to the stage to compete with Xu Haochu, and he was very angry with him. Li Yannian really didn't want Ye Ling to die in the hands of a villain like Xu Haochu.
On the ring, Xu Haochu stepped on the Nine Treasures Heavenly Wind Tower, and an endless gust of wind immediately arose around him, descending into the world like a rolling dragon.
Xu Haochu exerted his Dao force freely and waved the folding fan in his hand. Two tornadoes roared out and hit Ye Ling.
Ye Ling's face darkened, and as he stepped on his feet, Xuantian's afterimage appeared, creating wind under his feet. Figures shuttled back and forth on the ring, whether they were avoiding or looking for opportunities.
Xu Haochu smiled slightly, and more than a dozen tornadoes manifested around the pagoda, forming a circular wind wall, firmly protecting him in the middle, and he was not afraid that Ye Ling could attack him.
Then, two more tornadoes danced back and forth on the ring, chasing Ye Ling.
"A rat crossing the street can only run away for its life?"
Ye Ling's mind was clear and he would not be provoked by this attack at all. He still kept running away, making it impossible to catch him.
Xu Haochu's face darkened slightly: "You forced me to do this. I originally wanted you to be seriously injured, but now it seems that I have no choice but to take your life!"
As soon as he stopped thinking, Xu Haochu's whole body was filled with Dao charm, and his whole body seemed to be sinking into the Dao. The wind-based Dao manifested around him, overwhelming the heavens.
Immediately afterwards, the pagoda under his feet flew high and hung above the ring. For a moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the wind and clouds surged, and the entire arena seemed to be intimidated by the pagoda, making it impossible to escape.
"here!"
With a thought in Xu Haochu's mind, the tornado immediately struck Ye Ling.
Ye Ling hurriedly dodged, but was caught by Xu Haochu.
"Let me see where you are going to escape this time!"
More than a dozen tornadoes have locked onto Ye Ling, and their power is connected with each other. The strong wind is sharper than the swords, and they are attacking Ye Ling.
Ye Ling refused to hide and was surrounded by more than a dozen tornadoes, making it impossible to escape.
"not good!"
Xu Hong was shocked and turned pale. He had already stood up and ran to the stage, but he knew full well that it was too late.
Although Wu Qing, Xu Yang and others realized it later, they had already stood up and followed Xu Hong. Wu Qing's eyes were moist at this moment and gradually blurred.
On the high platform, the three sect leaders had different expressions: Sun Hong was expressionless, Yin Zheng was smiling, and Xuexian stood up in shock!
There are regulations in the three sects' competitions to avoid casualties among disciples during the competition. But when the surrounding elders of Yueyue Pavilion saw this situation, they were indifferent!
These elders were not deliberately immobile, but someone told them: "Ye Ling is not a disciple of the third sect, so there is no need to care about his life or death!"
Xuexian's face was gloomy. The Moon Pavilion was no longer optimistic and even refused to obey the control of her as the pavilion master.
Immediately, a wave of ice spirit rose into the sky and quickly spread towards the ring.
Sun Hong and Yin Zheng saw it but did not stop it.
On the ring, more than a dozen tornadoes were not far away from Ye Ling, completely turning into a wall of wind and blades, making it impossible for Ye Ling to escape, and they were able to immediately stir him into it, killing him.
Seeing that Ye Ling had stopped moving and seemed to have given up struggling, Xu Haochu's expression suddenly changed and his heart was beating wildly.
But it was seen that the tornado had swallowed "Ye Ling", but in the wall of wind, "Ye Ling" immediately disappeared.
"Afterimage!"
Xu Haochu exclaimed. Although he didn't know how Ye Ling did it, he already had a premonition of the crisis and wanted to recall the Nine Treasures Tianfeng Tower.
In fact, Ye Ling just comprehended the second level of Xuantian's afterimage and took a picture in front of the court. You can leave your figure where you are, but you have already left.
Ye Ling just touched the edge, and his performance was full of loopholes. It's just that Xu Haochu is a little arrogant. If he can be more cautious, he can tell the difference. It's a pity that he has panicked and his mind is only on the Nine Treasures Tianfeng Tower.
But the next second, a sharp edge locked onto Xu Haochu, making it difficult for him to escape.
Immediately afterwards, the Heaven-Destroying Sword Technique was used with all its strength, and the sword energy broke through the sound barrier and quickly attacked Xu Haochu!
The speed of this sword was so fast that it was difficult for Xu Haochu to avoid it. He had no choice but to spread his folding fan horizontally in front of him, and immediately a phantom of the landscape appeared.
This fan is also a Taoist weapon, made by a Confucian master. It retains a trace of Taoism and can save lives at critical moments.
The sword energy struck the phantom of the mountain and water, only causing a ripple, which was impossible to break through.
But in the next moment, Ye Ling's ghostly figure appeared behind Xu Haochu, and he slashed down with another sword, his sword energy flowing freely.
With this sword, Xu Hao could not avoid it at first, and the sharp edges in the sky caught him in the middle. Then thousands of sword marks evolved, killing and cutting!
Xu Haochu spat out a mouthful of blood and hurriedly used all his Tao power to escape.
After escaping from the edge of the sword, Xu Haochu's clothes were shattered and his wounds were dripping with blood.
He was also wearing a defensive Taoist robe, which allowed him to survive. Otherwise, he would have been killed on the stage with the sword just now.
Before Xu Haochu had any chance to breathe, Ye Ling's figure charged forward again. The innate energy on the wooden sword turned into a sharp edge, leaving a scratch visible to the naked eye in the void, and came at extremely high speed.
Xu Haochu's heart was full of fear of death. He struck three times in a row, each one with no hesitation. Ye Ling only wanted to take his life and had no other intention!
At this moment, a burst of ice power quickly enveloped Ye Ling, and the cold air invaded Ye Ling's body pervasively.
Ye Ling shouted loudly, and the innate Qi spread throughout his body, immediately driving the cold air out of the body. Then the edge of the sword burst out, breaking through the cold air package in the center, and seeing the light of day again.
But taking advantage of this opportunity, Xue Xian, the master of the Yueyue Pavilion, had already stood in front of Ye Ling. The Tao charm was flowing around her body, the fairy clouds were shining, and the ice power spread around, making it difficult for Ye Ling to go further.
Xuexian stared at Ye Ling for a long time with her bright eyes, and then she slightly asked: "What is your name and where do you come from?"
"Ye Ling, disciple of Taixu Peak!"
