Inside the Xuantian Hall, there was silence, with countless pairs of eyes staring closely at the field.
Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Xie Wujiang, Ximen Chuiyu, Deng Shanling, Zhang Jiuying, Wu Yingyue and others have already stood up, their momentum has increased, and they have locked onto Xin Zhuo, waiting until the unknown guy named Zhu Youshui admits defeat, and they can seamlessly connect and learn Xin Zhuo's methods.
However, this Zhu Youshui refused to admit defeat. He felt that Xuantian Sword Sect's young master did not use any moves and instantly resolved his martial arts magical power. Although he was very domineering and the gap between the two sides was like a cloud of mud, the other party was somewhat different. It's not okay to disrespect yourself.
If you can force the opponent to take action, you will be considered victorious and better than you think.
Who among the warriors has no obsession?
So, the next moment, he jumped into the air, with extremely strong cathode energy. He quickly formed seals with his hands and changed fifteen directions in a blink of an eye. He said in a deep voice: "Master Xin, although I am not as good as you, but the dignity of a warrior is indispensable." Humiliation, please teach me, Zhu’s Kaishan Zhang!”
In a trance, he struck out a palm, and the light flashed, turning into a palm print. It was huge and powerful, and struck directly at the top of Xin Zhuo's head.
Xin Zhuo stood still, just nodded appreciatively and said: "This palm chop is very good, but the forward swing takes a little too long!"
"Swing forward?"
These two words were beyond Zhu Youshui's understanding, but he still moved forward with all his strength and struck down with all his strength.
Then, Xin Zhuo stretched out a hand and shook his finger. He was unable to move, but he was still in a flawless state. He hit the weakness of this palm with great sensitivity.
The huge palm print disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Zhu Youshui kept his head down and his feet up, his martial arts knowledge was empty, he was weak, pitiful and helpless, his face turned red again.
Thousands of people around watched silently, feeling bored, extremely boring. They could not see the depth of Xin Zhuo at all. Even the elders of the Hunyuan Void Realm could not see it, because things like Wu Zhi were only useful to low-level warriors. , is useless to people in the same situation, and has no practical means at all.
At most, we can tell that Xin Zhuo has a very deep understanding of martial arts and a wide range of knowledge. He can find flaws and use his realm to suppress and repel them.
But what's the point?
Zhu Youshui fell to the ground, breathing rapidly, his eyes changing constantly, and suddenly said: "I have another trick!"
You have your own fucking trick!
Many people secretly cursed in their hearts, and Xie Wujiang, the Haotian Sect, rebuked in a cold voice without any courtesy: "Your Excellency, you don't have to ask for trouble. You should know that your realm and martial arts are like child's play under the hands of Master Xin Shao. If he kills you, Just one breath.”
Zhu Youshui was awakened instantly, his face became even redder, and he finally bowed his fists in shame: "I've been taught a lesson. Thank you for your guidance, Master Shao. I've benefited a lot from you!"
Xin Zhuo returned the gift and said humbly: "Brother, your martial arts skills are quite good. He is very powerful and domineering, which is rare in the world."
Zhu Youshui was greatly benefited, and with a grateful face, he respectfully retired.
Hundreds of elite disciples from various sects, sects and parties on the left and right stood up again, their fighting spirit almost solidified.
However, Xin Zhuo suddenly pointed at another person, with a particularly serious expression: "I see that this girl has sharp eyebrows, a calm look, and a calm demeanor. I am afraid she comes from a famous family, has a steady martial arts, and her offensive skills are extremely terrifying. I would like to learn from you!"
Thousands of people immediately looked again and then fell into collective silence.
The woman was obese, less than four feet tall, had buck teeth, and was holding a piece of spirit beast breast in her hand to chew on, and she was just in the fairyland.
Earthly wonderland?
The woman was also surprised, pointed at herself, grinned, and said: "Young master still has a good vision. This girl is the true disciple of Nanling Feiying Sect, and her methods are famous for her fierceness!"
As soon as he jumped into the field, he flew an eagle's wings and rolled up a large shadow. It might be scary in the eyes of low-level warriors, but in the eyes of the experts present, it was really just fancy.
But Xin Zhuo's face was full of appreciation and he couldn't help nodding: "Okay! Very good!"
This appearance is really boring in the eyes of masters and elite disciples of various sects.
After three moves, the woman withdrew with a blushing face!
Xin Zhuo still has no way to crack it.
Then he picked someone again.
Zhang Ku, a disciple of the Xingyiquan family for 800 years, lives in the fairyland.
Li Zeyang, the master of the young temple of Zhenyuan Temple in Liuquan Mountain, is in the realm of yin deficiency.
Du Wufeng, the crown prince of Xu Kingdom, is in the real world.
Su Yi, the eldest daughter of the Grand Master of Ling Kingdom, is a great sage.
Yang Aier, the top disciple of Baihua Valley, is in the Yinxu realm.
etc……
A series of sixteen little-known people competed with Master Xin, and then no one forced Master Xin to use martial arts, but the fight in the main hall was lively and lively.
Many people were yawning around, and many people were leaving quietly.
The patience of the elite disciples and geniuses of each sect has reached its limit. Finally, after another unknown soldier resigned helplessly, a genius disciple of the Zhuxian sect ignored the rules and, like a grassy river and lake, took advantage of the Tai Chi power of the Lingtai realm and jumped into the palace, " There was a sound of sword sound, and the three-foot green-fronted floating light sword beside the waist was unsheathed and pointed straight down:
"Xin Zhuo, today you have succeeded Xuantian Sword Sect as the young master, one person is inferior to ten thousand people, and you should accept the challenge from the elite disciples of each sect. How can you fool yourself like this? Are you afraid?
Zhang Yuchen, a third-generation disciple of the Zhuxian Sect, is on the first level of Lingtai and is willing to learn the martial arts taught by Master Xin! "
As he spoke, a three-color demonic wind appeared behind him, condensing into substance.
The majestic momentum of the demonic wind and sword swept half of the hall, and even all the previous challengers combined could not compare with it!
This is the horror of the Lingtai realm.
Zhu Xian's great master advocated Baguio, with a smile on his girl-like fair face without stopping.
Masters and talented disciples from all sects and parties couldn't help but get excited, and finally someone who could see it came. No matter how high his cultivation level and solid foundation he was, he could no longer deal with it without any moves.
Liu Qingfeng, Yu Zhuji and other peak masters and elders of the Xuantian Sword Sect, who had been in a state of silence, also began to sit upright. Their young master had been sparring with the juniors without any pain, which was really not cool.
Xin Zhuo nodded, did not refuse, and stretched out a hand. This was his usual way of asking for advice.
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"Zhang Yuchen, the Great Sect of Immortal Executioner, is a genius in the first level of the Lingtai, and a three-color demon wind feathered body genius!"
Chen Changsheng and Xie Wujiang stood side by side and chuckled: "Although they are exaggerated and do not keep their true intentions, they are only among the top disciples of the Zhuxian Sect, but the three-color demon wind sword was used in the battle ten years ago. Kill seventeen Guiqing disciples with the sword!"
Xie Wujiang said expressionlessly: "It won't hurt Xin Zhuo at all, but it will be enough to make him take action!"
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"This is the ninth level of the human body manifestation. It is very impressive thanks to the power of the sword. Xin Zhuo should fight back!"
Juan Sisi said softly.
Deng Shanling's eyes flickered and he looked directly at Xin Zhuo.
…
"Buzz——"
At this moment, the three-foot Qingfeng sword in the hand of Zhang Yuchen, the disciple of the Zhuxian Sect, made a mysterious arc. Blessed by the power of Yin and Yang Tai Chi in the Lingtai realm, it turned into a one-foot sword light and slashed down heavily, without any fancy.
Before the sword light fell, it turned into thirty-six dazzling sword lights, one after another like a long river, even splitting a mountain.
However, that's not all. The three-colored demonic wind behind him silently swept towards Xin Zhuo himself, as fast as lightning.
The three-color demonic wind can pollute the human body, making it stagnant and astringent, making it difficult to control oneself.
This person mainly uses sword moves, supplemented by three-color demonic winds. It is considered the most powerful move. If someone from the first level of Xianlingtai loses caution, he will die.
He actually planned to kill Xin Zhuo with one sword.
"Sizzling——"
Xin Zhuo was indeed no longer without moves. The Tianwu sword at his waist was unsheathed, and then put back into the sheath, like a novice warrior practicing the art of drawing a sword by just pulling it out and then putting it back into the sheath.
The body never moved from beginning to end.
However, the three-colored demonic wind and sword light that filled the hall were instantly eliminated.
Zhang Yuchen's face turned pale in mid-air, his brocade clothes split into pieces, and he flew backwards naked on his back. He was hit by seventeen swords in the chest. The sword wounds were not deep, but blood flowed like water.
"puff--"
The blood in his mouth and body splattered on the ground.
"this……"
Many warriors under the Lingtai realm were dumbfounded. Their eyes were still fixed on Zhang Yuchen's domineering swordsmanship, the manifestation of his divine body and supernatural powers, and Xin Zhuo who stood still on the ground. As a result... it was over!
Draw your sword! Return to the sheath!
Zhang Yuchen from the first level of Lingtai was defeated?
Only the masters of various sects, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, Deng Shanling and others had their pupils slightly contracted.
In just a moment, Xin Zhuo had actually captured all the traces of Zhang Yuchen's moves. He took action before the opponent's moves were fully unleashed. He used his high level to forcibly suppress it, extremely fast. It seemed that he only used one sword, but in fact It’s Seventeen Swords!
The "Xuantian Sword Technique" has been thoroughly integrated and used to the extreme. The sword skills can be multiplied several times, and his sword moves are unheard of. They are like Liu Qingfeng's killer sword skills, and they are like a fusion of other sword skills, which are complex and changeable. , and powerful and powerful.
As for Zhang Yuchen's three-color demon wind, he didn't take it into consideration at all, because after defeating him, the manifestation of the divine body and magical power would naturally dissipate!
This is not only confident, but also domineering!
"oops……"
The sixteen unknown men who had previously challenged Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. Master Xin Shao was actually playing with us! ! ! !
Haotian Sect, Xie Wujiang also took a deep breath and said: "I still can't tell the level of Xin Zhuo's skills. I only know that this person's observation and calmness are like a demon. His swordsmanship and mental skills are mastered, and he has mastered the subtle mystical skills. Stay the same despite the ever-changing situation!”
Chen Changsheng chuckled: "How sure are you?"
It refers to the fact that he is now somewhat certain of defeating Xin Zhuo.
Xie Wujiang's face was cold, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Even so, it's still eight points!"
…
"He's a genius, but I'm still 90% sure of defeating him!"
Deng Shanling chuckled.
…
"I'm eight points sure to defeat him!"
Nie Shenghuan observes the nose and the heart with ears and nose.
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"You can defeat him with eight points of certainty!"
Wu Yingyue smiled lightly.
…
"The mastery of swordsmanship and mental skills is so wonderful that even though he is an opponent, the disciple is still 90% sure of killing him!"
Chuiyu from the west gate of Confucian Immortal Pavilion looked at his sword.
…
"I'm very sure of killing him!"
The Zhuxian Sect flew over and looked at his junior brother who was wearing only big pants and fell heavily to the ground, his eyes slightly closed.
…
Everyone's target is not aimless. As soon as a master takes action, they can know the way and depth of that person's action. Combining what they hear, hear and see, and the opponent's master, they are naturally confident.
"Snapped!"
At this time, Zhang Yuchen fell to the ground, and then moved out for more than three feet. His face was pale, and he jumped up, his chest rising and falling.
Seventeen swords did not reach the point where he could not afford to be seriously injured, but this was insulting!
Xin Zhuo then smiled, bowed his hands, and then saluted around him: "I'm going to pay you respects, please wait a moment!"
He turned around and left. When he passed by the headmaster Daozhen's seat, he was shocked to find that Uncle Daozhen and Bai Zong had left at some point.
After thinking for a while, he walked out of the main hall through the back door.
Xin Zhuo left, and the hall remained silent. Many people were still immersed in the scene just now, including master Liu Qingfeng. He needed to comprehensively measure his disciple's methods and the winning rate in the next challenge.
At this moment, someone suddenly said in surprise: "There are words on the ground!"
Thousands of people heard the sound and looked around. In the middle of the hall, where Xin Zhuo was sparring with seventeen people, the blood spilled by Zhang Yuchen was stained with sixteen characters——
"The heavens are in chaos, the martial arts are prosperous, and all the kings encourage each other, how can we distinguish between superior and inferior?"
(End of chapter)
