In the competition arena, when the young man in white robe showed his trump cards one by one, the situation was one-sided. The profound spiritual energy, the terrifying sword power, and the vastness of the avenue were enough to resonate with other sword wielders. The way of the sword!
In the sword power that was blessed by spiritual energy and the meaning of the sword, the terrifying power was like waves of air, with the white-robed boy as the center, rushing across the entire place like a dragon or a tiger.
And the most important thing is that the power of the sword is still rising, and as the white-robed boy's sword moves continue to brew, the terrifying sense of oppression is still intensifying!
When the sword force like the ocean tide faced the sword tower that enveloped the world, it could be clearly seen that the sword intent in the sword tower was constantly being dissolved, until as time passed, the entire majestic sword tower The buildings became crumbling.
And you have to know that from the beginning to the end, the white-robed young man named Li Wudi was just using a sword posture. These are just the sword power exuded by the sword posture. If this really happened, One sword, what a scene that would be!
At the same moment, the monks who were wielding the sword couldn't help imagining how stunning the white-robed boy would be when he wielded the sword!
Cheng Yi, a young sword cultivator, was trembling slightly at this time, and a few traces of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. The sword tower was the manifestation of his swordsmanship. The two were connected, so naturally they would be affected.
Cheng Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the robe on his body was shaken by the pressure of the "sword force". At this moment, his eyes flickered, looking at the young man in white robe, he knew that after this time After all, he was no longer the protagonist of this competition among the outer disciples.
Just like Shangguan Fengran, I will eventually become a stepping stone for others.
"His swordsmanship is indeed beyond what I can achieve now."
Cheng Yi actually had some thoughts in his mind when Li Wudi took out the sword. What made him angry at that time was just the contempt for him in the white robe in front of him. But now, he also understood why the white robe boy To be able to do this to yourself, in the face of higher vision and strength, you really have to do this.
This time, Cheng Yi had no complaints in his heart, let alone any other excuses. They were both in the same realm, but why was it that in the Devil's Valley, the strength displayed by Li Wudi was at the level of the Great Perfection of the Bigu Realm?
He also knew in his heart that the young man in white robe in front of him was probably still holding on to his hand.
"But I won't back down anymore. This time I want to see your sword!"
Cheng Yi's eyes bloomed with light. After calming down the ups and downs of emotions in his heart, his body bent slightly, and then he shot out, the spiritual energy condensed in his whole body. The speed of the rush could only make people see a gust of wind.
"Come!"
I don’t know who it is, but I just feel that the sound comes from all directions. When the sound falls, the sword tower seems to be pulled, the sword intention of the entire sword tower flows, and then the flying sword at the core position directly Get out!
The trembling sword cry suddenly resounded, and the entire sword tower suddenly collapsed automatically. Countless sword shadows returned to their positions, and the flowing sword intent also blessed the flying sword!
Miso!
The young sword cultivator was holding the flying sword that concentrated countless sword intentions and sword intentions. His figure was in the air, holding the sword horizontally in one hand.
The aura of sword intent became infinite in an instant, competing with the sword power below. Cheng Yi said with a bloodless face: "I know that my sword is not as good as yours now, but I still want to give it a try. ....”
As he said this, he slowly waved the sword in his hand, which had gathered all his sword intent and the sword technique he had learned all his life!
"I want to try to see how far the gap between you and I is!"
As if he had exhausted all his strength, Cheng Yi roared loudly, and similarly, the flying sword in his hand, which was manifested by his immortal talent, slashed out at the figure of the white-robed young man below!
The moment the sword was swung out, it suppressed Li Wudi's sword-raising stance in terms of momentum. The ground in the competition venue seemed to have sunk a little under the sword. .
Everyone held their breath unconsciously under this sword, because they knew that this sword was the full strength of the young swordsman, and it was also the strongest sword he could cast so far!
On the viewing platform, the long sword at Ning Ruoxue's waist was only a few inches out of its sheath. For a moment, a kind of chill enveloped the place.
"Sister Ning...Sister Ning?" Yin Hao and Fang Sang were closest to Ning Ruoxue, and of course they felt the strongest. At this moment, they looked panicked, fearing that the woman next to them would take action.
Ning Ruoxue rubbed the scabbard with one hand, looking at the situation on the field, she frowned and said, "I felt a bit threatened by that sword."
"ah?!"
Hearing this, both Fang Sang and Yin Hao felt a little unbelievable.
Senior Sister Ning was a monk at the Half-Step Lingtai level. Even from such a distance, she could feel the threat of that sword to herself, let alone Li Wudi who faced the sword personally.
Fang Sang focused his attention on the white-robed young man in the scene and said slowly: "We should believe in the Wudi Donor."
Yin Hao also looked a little firmer and said, "I also think that Senior Brother Wu Di must have his own method."
In the sky where the outer sect disciples were competing, between the clouds and mist, two figures emerged.
It was Jian Zhengyang and Fang Xiaolan who had arrived from Jian Island before.
Fang Xiaolan looked left and right, and said with a look of amazement: "Wow, is this the so-called outer disciple competition? It's so lively..."
"That Lingkong boy seems to be a sword user too? This sword power is very impressive!"
Jian Zhengyang sneered and said: "That boy is indeed good, but if compared to that person, there is still an obvious gap."
Fang Xiaolan's smart eyes looked left and right. When he saw the face of the white-robed figure clearly, he was shocked: "Isn't that young man Li Wudi? Why is he here?"
Jian Zhengyang said: "Oh, disciple, do you know this young man in white robe?"
Fang Xiaolan nodded slightly, with the small dimples on her cheeks exposed, and said, "Yes, yes, Master has forgotten that Xiaolan was originally a member of the Thirty Money Liquor House, the seventh eldest, and this Li Wudi But Xiao Jiu also has a nickname... Li Mengjiu."
"Li Mengjiu? Is it the Li Mengjiu who is widely rumored in the sect to be able to use Bigu to fight on the Lingtai? I've heard a little bit about it." Jian Zhengyang said with a smile.
"Yes, yes."
Fang Xiaolan looked at the situation in the field and said, "Why is Meng Jiu still not moving? The boy holding the sword is about to swing the sword on his head."
As if thinking of something fun, Fang Xiaolan drew out the green blade, waved a green sword flower in the air, and said with a smile: "How about, let me help him block and retaliate against that sword! "
Jian Zhengyang smiled and shook his head, "You...his swordsmanship is no slower than yours. Maybe to some extent, you can't even compare to him."
As soon as he said this, Fang Xiaolan slowed down his movements of swinging the sword, and then took back some of the smile on his face, with a serious look on his face, and looked at the young man in white robe who was wielding a sword in the scene. .
In Fang Xiaolan's eyes, the young man in white robe had a sword heart in his body, but it was not like her who had a sword furnace to refine it.
The sword intention seemed to be carefree and unrestrained, reverberating in his body.
"How can he...have two sword intentions?"
The tone was calm, obviously a question, but more of a contemplative tone.
His eyes moved downward, and when he focused on that scene again, the boy in white robe finally made other moves.
He looked at the sword slashing at him in mid-air, smiled, and said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's a pity that I only learned the first move... But since we are fellow practitioners, Zhongren, since you want me to use the sword so much, and I am not a person with high self-control, why not be satisfied?"
After saying that, in an instant, Li Wudi restrained his posture, held the sword in front of him with one hand, and touched the sword slightly with his forehead.
Two sword intents bloomed from his eyes in an instant!
Two fingers condensed with sword intent quickly wiped the sword body, and the sword body, which was originally a wooden sword, was instantly like firewood being ignited, with little silver lights flashing all over its body.
Low-grade earth-level ironwood sword!
At that moment, the tip of the sword, which was originally rusty, burst out with the sharpness that a sword should have, and a crisp sword sound was like the roar of the nine-day proud dragon.
Uh-huh!
The sword of all things is in the immortal stage!
Use all things as your sword and your heart as your intention...
With a sudden swing, the Iron Wood Sword tilted to the side. There were no moves, only the purest sword intention. It was a sword energy that could make the void tremble, and it slashed into the air!
But this time, it was just a casual wave of Li Wudi's hand, and it could not be regarded as a real sword move.
But just this simple sword energy made the sword that Cheng Yi swung with all his strength eclipse.
As the saying goes, different paths lead to the same destination. Although the path they take is the path of swordsmanship, their priorities are obvious and they can be known at a glance.
Spiritual energy condensed on the fingertips holding the sword, and a drop of blood was squeezed out.
Silently, the blood beads slowly flowed along the hilt and onto the sword, dyeing the iron and wood sword with a trace of vermilion.
Thousand Blood Sword, rise!
The heart shouted fiercely, and the iron wood sword was covered with another layer of blood sword shape. When the blood sword shape appeared, the second sword intention, with a hiss, rose from the iron wood sword.
And this sword intention is no weaker than the previous sword intention!
In Li Wudi's eyes, it was as if there was a broad road to the top under his feet. On that road, there were things he pursued, and the sword intention in his heart was extremely majestic.
This was the first time that Li Wudi felt his own depression. It was the desire to break through the sword power he had accumulated for many years. That was what he naturally felt when facing a sword cultivator who asked him about the sword for the first time. A rising desire to win.
With these emotions, Li Wudi moved, and the right hand holding the sword stabbed forward lightly!
That stab followed the previous sword energy of all things and met the sword wielded by the young sword cultivator with all his strength.
That stab made all the sword-wielding monks on the viewing platform feel hot blood surge in their hearts, and the swords at their waists trembled.
That stab made the purple-clothed woman in the sky shine brightly in her smart eyes, and the three-foot green blade in her hand pierced through the sword like a silk thread.
That stab made the man in cloth pat the sword box on his back, which had not been opened for many years, and said with a smile.
"Old man, don't make trouble... I'm still a child."
