"Let Li Ya go... No, let Wang Yisen go first..." Yang Hui's face turned cold, "Physical cultivation in the bone sacrifice realm? Yang Dong, you actually plotted against me like this, then I You will have to pay the price."
But Yang Dong was confused: "When did Ye Shaoqiu cultivate such a disciple? Who told me that this person is useless?"
But before seeing the phantom, another monk wearing a blue robe appeared on the ring.
"This is... An Zhe of the Xue Ling Sect!" Not only the disciples of the Xue Han Sect exclaimed, but also many male disciples of the Yue Maple Sect and the Wuji Sect.
An Zhe, wearing a blue robe, suddenly appeared in everyone's sight. His appearance was like a piece of quiet jade dropped into a calm lake, which attracted a crowd of exclamations and cheers.
His robe was like the first snow in winter, clean and deep, and the blue hem swayed gently in the wind, like floating clouds. On the Taoist robe, the symbol of the Snow Spirit Sect - white snowflakes - was carefully embroidered with silver thread. It shimmered under the moonlight, highlighting his identity.
An Zhe's appearance is just like his Taoist robe, handsome and elegant. His face was like carefully carved jade, impeccable. There was an indescribable look of perseverance between his brows, like a quiet lake with no bottom. And his eyes were like the brightest stars in the night sky, shining with a bright and unique light.
Just now, when he was walking among many disciples, his posture was as strong as a dragon, and every movement was full of confidence and calmness.
He seemed oblivious to everything around him and just focused on walking his own path. However, when he stopped and looked at the crowd, the wisdom and insight revealed in those bright eyes were impossible to ignore.
As he appeared, the female disciples cheered one after another. They cheered for his handsomeness, his intelligence, and his status in the sect.
An Zhe just took it all indifferently, as if he deserved it all. There was a hint of humility in his smile, which only added to his charm in the minds of everyone.
He stood there, quietly accepting the cheers of everyone, as if it was his responsibility and his respect for everyone. Then, he spoke slowly, his voice as melodious as a clear spring: "Xueling Sect An Zhe came here to ask for advice, and I hope Brother Long can give me some advice."
"An Zhe? Little sister, who is this person?" The female disciple of the White Lotus Sect did not know An Zhe because she rarely had contact with male disciples, so she asked the disciple of the Xue Ling Sect beside her.
"This is the best marksmanship in our Xue Ling Sect. I heard that he has reached the ninth level of foundation building not long ago."
"Then why is it not a purple robe, but a blue robe?"
"I heard that something big happened at Yaoshan, and the change of robes was postponed."
"Number one in the marksmanship foundation building period?" In the eyes of many male disciples looking up, a spear appeared in An Zhe's hand.
On the ring, swordsman Long Yu stood face to face with An Zhe, who was wielding a spear. The air was filled with tension and anticipation, and their eyes met, as if they were competing in silence.
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Long Yu's body was as strong as a dragon, and his sword shone coldly in the sunlight. His swordsmanship is unpredictable, as fast as lightning, and sometimes as continuous as running water. He pointed his sword forward, like a snake coming out of its hole or a white dragon emerging from the water. Every time he swung the sword, there was a biting wind.
An Zhe looked as calm as a mountain, and his spear shone in the sunlight. His marksmanship is unparalleled, as fast as a shooting star, and sometimes as nimble as a snake. He held the gun tightly in his hand, like an iron rod grinding sand, like a giant whale sucking water, and every sprint carried a powerful impact.
The battle between the two did not use the power of law at the beginning, but purely competed with swordsmanship and marksmanship.
For a moment, the entire arena was shrouded in the light of their tumbling swords and shadows of their guns, making them almost invisible. The air was filled with the fierce sound of breaking through the air and the sonorous sound of metal collision. Every collision seemed to shake the heartstrings of the audience.
Long Yu's sword light suddenly disappeared, as if blending into the air, and then appeared behind An Zhe. However, An Zhe was not hit. His spear suddenly penetrated from under Long Yu's sword, like a spiritual snake spitting a message, forcing Long Yu back. Immediately afterwards, An Zhe's spear drew an arc in the air and rushed towards Long Yu like a force sweeping across thousands of troops.
However, Long Yu was not afraid. He used his sword as a guide, like a dragon walking in the open, and easily dodged An Zhe's attack.
Their swordsmanship and marksmanship collided and intertwined with each other, forming a magnificent battle picture. Their figures moved quickly on the ring, so fast that they almost formed afterimages. Their moves both restrained and complemented each other, making the whole battle full of suspense and excitement.
Without using the power of law, they were purely competing in swordsmanship and marksmanship, but their battle was fierce and bloody. Every time we fight, it seems to tell the audience: This is the sword, this is the gun, this is our power!
In such a fierce battle, it was seen that their figures were not disturbed at all, and every attack was perfectly defended by the opponent. Their swordsmanship and marksmanship complement each other, and they are both offensive and defensive. Using swords as matchmakers and guns as mediators, they launched an unparalleled duel.
For a moment, the entire arena was covered by the light of their swords and shadows of their guns. Their figures moved quickly under the sun and moonlight, so fast that they seemed to turn into afterimages. Their attacks and defenses intertwine like the melody in a symphony, forming a magnificent picture.
However, even though their swordsmanship and marksmanship have been brought to the extreme, they still cannot tell the winner.
In the eyes of the watching disciples: this is not just a duel between swords and guns, but also a contest between two equally powerful and equally tough souls.
When they actually took action, Yang Dong and others also determined the difference in realm between the two. Yang Dong could not help but narrow his eyes and thought to himself: Ye Shaoqiu, Ye Shaoqiu, you hid it from me so well that you actually have such a disciple!
The senior officials of the various sects above couldn't help but look at each other and talk to each other, with incredible expressions on their faces.
"Sacrifice bones and build the sixth level of heaven...hiss...this disciple can indeed fight with the purple-robed disciple."
"Dong, your sect actually has such a disciple!" Wu Lei patted Yang Dong's side arm and said with a smile, and then said through a message: "Tell me the truth, did you deliberately arrange for this disciple to trick Yang Hui?"
Yang Dong shook his head: "I never thought that this disciple named Long Yu would have such strength."
Wu Lei looked at Yang Dong. Based on years of experience, Yang Dong was not lying. He couldn't help but look at Long Yu and Yang Hui again.
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"Brother Long, your marksmanship is good, but I don't know how well you master the laws. You must use your full strength!" An Zhe swung his spear and opened the distance, and the light of the laws flashed on the gun.
"When I draw my sword, you have already lost." Long Yu's mastery of the single sword is still not as good as the double sword, but he can already draw with An Zhe.
"What arrogant words, then I have to see them for myself!" An Zhe turned to smile, obviously not thinking that Long Yu could defeat him.
"Cut." Long Yu was heard whispering softly, and he slashed with one sword.
An Zhe didn't give up and took the shot!
"Kah!" There was a crisp sound, and the spear was cut off directly. The powerful power contained in the seemingly ordinary sword came out instantly. An Zhe couldn't bear it, so he stepped back dozens of steps before he could barely stabilize his body.
An Zhe looked at the broken spear and knew that he had underestimated the enemy: "I admit defeat. I never thought that Brother Long has such a deep grasp of Taoism."
An Zhe saluted, and Long Yu returned the salute. Long Yu felt that An Zhe didn't look like the previous ones and didn't have any murderous intent, which made Long Yu feel good.
I don't know why, the murderous intent of others often causes the murderous intent in Long Yu's body to agitate, but Long Yu still cannot fully control the murderous intent.
At that moment, the entire arena fell silent, and all the watching disciples were stunned. They couldn't believe that An Zhe, who was known as the best marksman, was defeated by Long Yu. But Long Yu, who had always been regarded as weak by them, showed amazing power at this moment.
After seeing it, the senior officials of the various sects above did not dare to draw conclusions easily. The avenues unleashed by Long Yu's sword skills seemed to be very complicated. Even Yang Dong and Yang Hui were not completely sure that Long Yu had mastered it. What is the law?
"Stupid! How can you compare with physical strength?" At some point, a young man in purple robe appeared in the audience.
An Zhe nodded and shook his head: "He does have arrogance, but it's not about strength. His mastery of Taoism is completely superior to mine. If you don't believe it, just go up and try it yourself and you will know."
Upon hearing this, all the disciples looked at the speaker who had just spoken, and exclaimed: "Look, it's him!"
At this moment, cheers broke out from the crowd. A handsome young man walked steadily onto the ring. He was holding a pair of daggers and his posture was as strong as a cheetah. He was Wang Yisen, the third-ranked double-sword swordsman among the foundation-building disciples of the Xuenan Sect. His appearance made all the Xue Nan Sect disciples excited. They believed that Wang Yisen would be able to defeat Xue Han Sect disciple Long Yu in the ring.
Wang Yisen is only twenty-five years old, but his strength has already emerged among the foundation-building disciples of the Xuenan Sect. He is famous for his double swords, and his sword skills are as fast as lightning, which makes people overwhelmed. He has a slender figure, his hands are like ape arms, and his posture for holding the knife is perfect. His eyes were firm and sharp, like a leopard aiming at its prey. Once the target is locked, there is no chance of missing.
The disciples of the Xue Nan Sect have no doubts about Wang Yisen's strength. They believed that no matter how powerful Long Yu was, he would eventually be defeated by Wang Yisen's double swords.
Wang Yisen's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. He glanced at Long Yu on the ring, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He seemed to have seen through all Long Yu's moves and Long Yu's fate. The two knives he held tightly seemed to be whispering, waiting for the arrival of prey.
The battle has not yet begun, but everyone has already determined that Wang Yisen is the winner. Their eyes were fixed on the ring, anticipating the outcome of this battle. They believed that Wang Yisen's double swords would cut through the air again and strike at Long Yu, and the winner would undoubtedly be him.
