Looking at the ordinary wooden sword, everyone was confused. After all, the wooden sword in front of them was really different from the sword tower behind Cheng Yi that was filled with countless sword intentions.
Even Ning Ruoxue, who had believed that she was hiding something, now frowned slightly and said, "Li Wudi, what on earth are you doing..."
When the young swordsman Cheng Yi saw the wooden sword in Li Wudi's hand, his expression was startled. A hint of anger flashed across his plain face, and the sword tower behind him also made a lot of sword sounds. .
"Are you insulting me?!"
At this moment, Cheng Yi couldn't help but think of the battle on Qingzhu Peak. That time, Li Wudi didn't even take out his sword, but relied on a bamboo in his hand to defeat him with sword intent.
Isn’t today’s scene a historic performance?
But now, he is no longer what he used to be. He is no longer the self-proclaimed Cheng Yi he used to be. So when he sees Li Wudi today and wants to treat him like he did before, it really makes him feel a little angry. .
Li Wudi did not answer, but instead smiled, looking at the wooden sword in his hand, and then at the young swordsman in front of him, and said, "You can't stop the sword in my hand."
After saying that, regardless of the surprised Cheng Yi, Li Wudi spread his feet slightly, raised the sword in his left hand, and his raised eyes burst out with unparalleled and powerful sword intent.
And that sword intent was not just one, but three sword intents!
The left eye is full of things, the right eye is full of blood, and there is a sword mark emerging between the eyebrows.
Even though, with the support of the two sword intents, a "power" emerged from Li Wudi's body, that unusual aura made Cheng Yi, who had been paying attention to Li Wudi, freeze his eyes.
As Li Wudi's sword posture progressed slowly, with him as the center, the air around him seemed to slow down, and the strange sense of oppression made people's hearts sink.
And all this was just because the white-robed young man in front of him made a sword pose.
But Cheng Yi has now completed the construction of the sword tower, which contains his own understanding of the sword!
The sword tower containing countless fierce sword intentions, under Cheng Yi's thoughts, pressed hard towards Li Wudi, and the invisible sword marks shook the void.
The meaning of swordsmanship contained in it made the countless Dao Palace disciples in the stands so amazed that they couldn't move their eyes away, as if they wanted to see through the sword tower.
After all, this kind of self-enlightenment is ultimately unique, and it is also a path that all cultivators will take in the future.
"Taixu Sword Technique, First Style..."
"Sword Raising Style!"
Li Wudi spat out softly, then he held the wooden sword in his hand and slowly swung it half a circle in the air. Then, a majestic sword intention rose from his body to the sky, and on that sword Driven by the movement, a sword force came like a tidal wave of pressure like that of Mount Tai.
At that moment, the boy in white robe seemed to be able to compete with the sword tower with one person and one sword!
Bang!
The visions were changing, the sky and clouds were swirling, and in the huge competition field, the barriers cast by the Lingtai Realm great monk Han Yan were shaking under the power of the sword.
Han Yan, who was suspended in the air with a golden bell in his hand, saw this scene. Even a monk like him was greatly shocked.
"Are all young people today so fierce? Let's not talk about Cheng Yi, who knew his way in the Bigu realm. How come this unknown young man in white robe can perform such a terrifying sword style... ..."
Having said this, Han Yan shook the golden bell in his hand. The bursts of golden patterns emitted by the bell were blessing the barrier again, making the barrier that was originally shaking a little suddenly become as solid as gold.
"Moreover, the young man in white robe seems to..."
Han Yan looked at the young man in white robe who was doing a sword-like movement in the scene, and the circles of sword force gradually spread outwards, his eyes were dark and uncertain.
The swordsmanship of the young swordsman Cheng Yi and the sword power of the white-robed young man Li Wudi formed a sharp contrast. Constant collision.
"town!"
Cheng Yi gave the order of pardon, and with his clasped palms, he suddenly pressed towards the top of Li Wu Di's head. At the same time, the sword tower formed by countless sword shadows fell directly towards Li Wu Di like a mountain. go!
Seeing this scene, the Taoist monks on the viewing platform let out bursts of exclamations.
At this moment, Li Wudi, who was immersed in the scene, actually smiled and said: "Your sword intention is very good, and you also have a certain understanding of the way of the sword, but..."
When the conversation changed, Li Wudi did not make any unnecessary movements, but closed his eyes slightly, held his breath and concentrated. The sea of qi in his body suddenly surged, and all the spiritual energy of more than 800 feet in the sea of qi was dispersed.
The powerful and pure first-grade spiritual energy was once again released without reservation by Li Wudi. This was also the first time that Li Wudi released spiritual energy since he came on stage!
The aura is endless and seems to be endless.
"This spiritual energy foundation is already comparable to that of some monks who have reached the Dzogchen Realm. It is even deeper than some monks!"
"But that young man in white robe has clearly not reached the Great Perfection of Bigu Realm!"
"A late-stage monk in the Bigu realm who is more than 800 feet tall. Oh my god, is this person a freak? How on earth does he practice!"
Many voices of discussion followed.
As for the young man in white robe, with that kind of spiritual energy foundation, his aura was as vast as the sky, and the aura on his body became more and more terrifying.
The "power" embodied by that sword style has covered the entire competition stage.
When the sword intention is understood to a certain extent, the sword power alone is already very terrifying!
Bang!
The two were competing against each other, and the sword tower formed by countless sword shadows was unable to suppress it for a long time in the face of a sword force, as if it had encountered an irresistible resistance.
Li Wudi always maintained the sword posture, and a faint voice followed the previous sentence: "But how easy is the path of swordsmanship?"
After saying this, a Taoist intention poured out from the young man in white robe!
That kind of Dao intention is like an unsheathed sword blade, with countless Dao runes on it, all blessing the sword's power.
boom!
In an instant, there were many monks in the stands, and they couldn't stop exuding spiritual energy, and their swords were also trembling!
This shocked everyone who noticed this spectacle.
Because this was obviously influenced by the swordsmanship of the young man in white robes. They were both wielding swords. With one sword strike, ten thousand swords roared!
The young man in white robe has already mastered the art of swordsmanship and walked out on an extremely broad path!
Just like the swordsmanship of the young swordsman Cheng Yi, although it is also a swordsmanship, compared with Li Wudi's, it is clearly a narrow path facing a broad avenue!
The superiority and inferiority of the two can be known at first sight.
At the same moment, in the sky far away from here, there was a hanging island standing with a giant sword. Under the giant sword, Jian Zhengyang, carrying a sword box on his back, was meditating here.
He looks young and wears a cloth shirt. He is obviously concentrating with his eyes closed, but there is a sharp sword intent all over his body, coming from within!
It was as if his whole body was a sharpened sword!
Suddenly, Jian Zhengyang seemed to sense something. His eyes opened slightly, in a slightly condensed state. He looked into the distance, as if through the clouds, and saw the ongoing competition of outer disciples on Lingjue Island. .
"This kind of swordsmanship? And the sword power that emanates. I didn't expect that there is a disciple who can actually reach this step."
"Furthermore, this sword intention is exactly the same as the one I first sensed... They all came from one person at the same time, but the current person has already walked his own path in the sword path."
Jian Zhengyang said slowly. In his deep eyes, he didn't know what this man was thinking.
chant!
At this moment, a sword dropped from the sky!
The sword carried the azure light sword intention and had the power to open the sky. It penetrated straight into the earth and opened a deep pit in that area.
When the dust dispersed, all he could see was the sword thrust into the ground, with a three-foot green blade. The sword's body was glowing, and the sword's intent seemed to be condensing into substance.
On the three-foot green front, stood a girl with a scorpion braid. The girl seemed to be born with a smile. There were faint dimples on both sides of her cheeks. She was so beautiful that she looked so frightening. .
It's Fang Xiaolan.
"Master, I feel like I've almost mastered the Sky-Hanging Sword."
Fang Xiaolan waved her hand in the direction of the giant sword, with a bright smile on her face.
When Jian Zhengyang heard this, he also withdrew his gaze and looked at the girl in the distance who had caused such a huge noise.
In Jian Zhengyang's eyes, there was a sword furnace inside Fang Xiaolan's body. The sword furnace was not big, but it could just place her natural sword heart in it and refine it.
"Unexpectedly, I thought that my disciple who was born with a sword heart could step onto the path of swords at the level of Bigu. I didn't expect that there would be someone else who also stepped into it together. It's strange."
Jian Zhengyang murmured, and then after some calculations, he stood up and said with a smile on his youthful face: "Lan'er, come and visit with me."
With that said, he took one step forward, followed by a sound of swords and a flash of figures, the man in cloth with the sword box on his back had arrived beside Fang Xiaolan.
If there were any outsiders present, they would probably be speechless in surprise at this scene, because the man in cloth and the woman who stepped on the green-edge sword were thousands of miles apart, and now they were less than a breath away. It's close at hand.
Fang Xiaolan seemed to be used to this. She jumped up slightly, and the three-foot green edge that penetrated the ground under her feet rose into the air.
On his cheeks with dimples, he asked with some confusion: "Master, where are we going?"
Jian Zhengyang laughed, waved his sleeves towards the purple-clothed girl, and the two of them disappeared, and said: "Master, I will take you to see the person you want to ask the sword in the future..."
