Zu An, who was drinking tea on the referee's bench, almost couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of tea. What's going on?
The disciples around the ring were also confused. Isn't this just a toothpick? How big is it?
However, when thinking of Wu Xiaofan's name, a group of people thought that maybe they had not understood the mystery behind it. Wan Guiyi on the stage looked solemn.
Wan Guiyi was of course solemn at this time, because he felt that he was locked by an inexplicable energy.
"Brother Wan, be careful." Wu Xiaofan warned, then waved his hands forward, and the toothpick-like thing turned into a stream of light and shot toward the opponent.
Wan Guiyi felt a warning sign in his heart, and he hurriedly used his footwork to dodge to the side. Unfortunately, he was still half a minute too late, and a bloodstain opened on his arm, which was still scratched by the toothpick.
He turned back suddenly, and after the toothpick flew by, he suddenly turned back, like a pocket version of a flying sword.
The key is that there is no warning and the speed is very fast, as if it does not obey the laws of object movement at all.
Wan Guiyi didn't dare to dodge casually anymore, but stabbed the toothpick with his sword.
Ding!
There was a crisp sound, and he had accurately hit the toothpick.
There were bursts of exclamations from the audience, obviously admiring Wan Guiyi's ability to stab such a tiny toothpick accurately under such circumstances.
You must know that because the speed is too fast, they can't even see clearly, let alone hit it at high speed.
The toothpick spun and was knocked away, and soon it attacked like a ghost from another angle.
Wan Guiyi's expression changed and he used his sword skills to the extreme.
The entire arena was gleaming with cold light, and sword energy was everywhere.
And the toothpick was even more elusive, forming a spherical attack net around him, attacking from all directions and angles.
Because the speed was too fast, the friction with the air formed trails of dragging light and shadow.
On the high platform, Guan Chouhai's expression changed: "Is this the art of sword control?"
True sword-wielding skills can only be achieved by a master in the soul realm. After cultivating the Yin Shen, he can attach himself to objects and literally take a person's head thousands of miles away.
Of course, among the master realms, there are also some talented people who can perform a simplified version of sword control within a short distance.
But no matter how simple it is, sword control is extremely powerful and difficult to guard against.
And everyone who can find the way to control a sword can be regarded as an unparalleled genius.
Wang Wuxie said modestly: "It's not really a sword-controlling skill, it's just a magical weapon that he cultivated himself."
Although he said it calmly, everyone around him could hear his pride.
A group of people stared at Wan Tongtian, a little curious. Now that Wan Guiyi is at a disadvantage, why is he not anxious at all? Could it be...
Soon, several people had the answer. They saw that Wan Guiyi no longer stabbed with his sword, but stood in front of him with the sword in both hands. Then a shocking sword energy rose up, with his body as the center, an enlarged version of The phantom of the long sword appeared on the ring.
At this time, no matter how tricky the angle of the toothpick was, it would be bounced away every time it hit the phantom of the long sword.
Wan Guiyi opened his eyes and sneered: "I am the professional when it comes to playing with swords!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hands and struck down, and the huge sword energy struck directly at Wu Xiaofan.
Wu Xiaofan's pupils shrank sharply, and a light mask instantly formed around his body.
The sword energy struck the light shield, with a loud bang, dust flew up in the sky, and the entire arena was even split into two halves.
Feng Wuchang from Guanxin Peak's eyelids twitched. This is all money!
Apart from him, others were more concerned about the outcome in the ring, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at the center of the smoke.
Wu Xiaofan's figure slowly emerged. Compared to before, his clothes were more damaged at this time. He was obviously injured by the sword energy.
His face was also stained with dust in many places. Since the beginning of this competition, no one has seen him in such a mess.
"You actually blocked it?" Wan Guiyi was stunned, "But it doesn't matter, I think you can still take a few more swords!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge sword energy formed again and struck at the opponent.
This sword energy has completely locked onto the opponent, and he has no chance to hide even if he wants to.
Wu Xiaofan looked solemn, waved his hand, and the toothpick no longer launched a futile attack, but returned to his hand.
Wan Guiyi secretly sneered, do you want to use such a small thing to resist my giant sword? I will cut you in half with one sword later.
He had been irritated by the toothpick's flexibility before, and now he finally found an opportunity to confront it head-on. How could he not be excited?
But his smile quickly froze, and his eyes almost popped out.
"It's really big!"
I don’t know who said it, but everyone’s attention was attracted by the object in Wu Xiaofan’s hand.
The originally small toothpick seemed to have taken some magical elixir. It grew when it faced the wind, and soon became a large stick of tens of feet. It was not at all inferior to the giant sword on the opposite side, and was even three points larger.
Wu Xiaofan roared, holding the big stick and sweeping towards the giant sword.
There was a deafening explosion, which was the sound of the energy of both sides shattering and annihilating.
The two people on the stage swayed, and a trace of blood spilled from the corners of their mouths. They had obviously suffered serious internal injuries.
Wan Guiyi finally realized what the other person meant when he said "I'm big, please bear with me".
Despite this, a strong fighting spirit flashed in his eyes, and he struck with the giant sword again: "Come again!"
Wu Xiaofan also yelled again and again, no longer as calm and calm as before.
The big stick and the giant sword collided in the sky countless times. The terrifying energy fluctuations even required several people from the referee's bench to work together to strengthen the ring barrier to prevent the surrounding spectators from being injured.
The disciples of the Nine Sects were shocked. With such terrifying power, if they had gone up, wouldn't they have been beaten to pulp in an instant?
Lou Wucheng, Ji Yin and other chief disciples, who were usually arrogant and arrogant, also looked ugly, thinking that they might be embarrassed on the field.
At this time, the people in Biluo Palace stood up one after another and screamed in surprise, because they saw Wan Guiyi fell to the ground after being bombarded, covered in blood and tried hard to get up. Unfortunately, he was too seriously injured and failed several times.
In the end, he gritted his teeth and struck the ground with his long sword, standing upright tremblingly.
Opposite him, Wu Xiaofan slowly fell from the air. His clothes were almost the same as those of a beggar. He was also bleeding profusely. He was obviously injured by the opponent's sword energy.
However, he could still stand upright so easily, and the victory was clearly decided.
Wan Gui's eyes were full of unwillingness, and he wanted to use the sword several times, but unfortunately, the simple movements on weekdays were so difficult at this time.
Wu Xiaofan sighed: "I took advantage of today's game. If Brother Wan hadn't been injured in the last game, I might not have been able to win this one."
Everyone praised in their hearts, this Wu Xiaofan is indeed recognized as the number one among the younger generation. Whether it is his cultivation or his demeanor, it is really heartwarming.
However, there were also sharp-eyed people who noticed that the hands huddled behind his back were also trembling. It was obvious that Wu Xiaofan was in extremely bad condition at this time.
Therefore, I'm afraid what he said is indeed true. Wan Guiyi, who is in his prime, won't necessarily lose if he fights him.
Wan Guiyi fell into silence, and after a long time he breathed out: "If you lose, you lose. There are so many reasons."
After speaking, he struck the ground with his long sword and moved down the stage step by step.
Wan Tongtian felt distressed when he saw it, and hurriedly flew over to help him support him.
"Father, I'm sorry." Wan Guiyi could no longer hold on and collapsed directly into his arms.
Wantong Tianlao burst into tears: "No, child, you have done a good job."
Seeing this scene, the fire spirit master in the distance snorted coldly, and then said to Pei Mianman: "You must win next time, and let the entire Taoist sect see who is trustworthy in Biluo Palace."
Although her foundation is a little shallow, she has two byes. Her advantage is to wait for work, and she may not be unable to win the championship.
Pei Mianman said helplessly: "Senior brother, after all, we are trying to win glory for Biluo Palace, so there is no need to add insult to injury."
The master really resented the palace master to the extreme.
"You've lost even if you lose. There's no point in fighting for it." The fire spirit master snorted, feeling very irritated, but he also gave up his previous plan to ridicule.
Master Jianhuang of Wuyou Temple suddenly sighed: "Hey~"
"What's wrong, Master?" the little monk on the side asked curiously.
"I think the future of our Buddhist sect is worrying." Master Jianhuang frowned.
"Why do you say that?" The little monk said, feeling a little confused as he touched his bald head.
"Look at these disciples of the Taoist sect, they are really full of talents, and then look at the successors of our Buddhist sect." Master Jianhuang glanced at Jiese, sighed and shook his head, seeming a little discouraged.
The little monk who quits sex: "..."
After all, I made the wrong payment, and I shouldn't have opened my mouth to pick up on you.
Feng Wuchang from Guanxin Peak quickly announced that the winner of the first match was Wu Xiaofan, and then started the next match, Peng Wuyan from Kongming Island versus Shi Dingtian from Taixuan Cave.
He looked at the arena that had just been destroyed and thought to himself that luckily I was doing things well and had prepared several spare arenas.
Before Qiu Honglei came on stage, Yun Jianyue looked solemn: "Be careful later, these Taoist disciples are not simple."
Having just witnessed the competition between Wu Xiaofan and Wan Guiyi, she also put away her contempt.
The main reason is that Qiu Honglei cannot use her charm skills in public, and many of her original moves cannot be used. She might even capsize.
