There was silence in the competition arena, and Xuan Lingzi's chuckle seemed particularly harsh. He had no choice but to hide his face and cough twice, and said: "Hey, old man, I can't see the blood, cough cough!"
In his heart, he secretly scolded Cheng Ling for being a brat, for actually making his teacher embarrassed in public!
Chen Haoran was extremely angry. The situation he had worked so hard to manage was completely ruined by Cheng Ling's interruption. He had to face the cross-examination of Lao Six, Lao Ninth and Lao Ten.
He glared at Chen Haoyang, and the meaning was very obvious.
Chen Haoyang couldn't bear it any longer. It was all because of this boy that his son was seriously injured. He wanted to find a more ruthless character to deal with him.
He stood up and announced: "The third game, Chen Long vs. Cheng Ling."
When Chen Song heard this, he whispered: "Brother Ling, be careful, Chen Long is the son of the fourth uncle, his cultivation level is second only to Chen Ran, and he has always been ruthless."
Cheng Ling smiled lightly. He thought it would be his turn in the fourth round, but he didn't expect that they couldn't wait for the third round. He leaned forward, made a slight effort with his feet, and landed lightly on the ring.
The boss on the rostrum's eyes lit up, this was a good move.
Soon, Chen Long also jumped onto the ring, but his steps were frequent and slightly messy when he came on stage, and his momentum was inferior.
He himself knew that movement skills were not his strong point, so he directly raised his sword and pointed at Cheng Ling, saying: "The boy who betrayed the family has learned a lot about escaping. If we go down now, it's still too late."
Cheng Ling's eyes flashed and he said coldly: "Do you Chen family members only know how to talk? It's ridiculous to betray the family! It's true that there are disciples just like the patriarch."
These few words were spoken out loud without any concealment. Chen Haoran's face darkened, but it was just because Cheng Xiao and Xuan Lingzi were inconvenient to do so.
Chen Long was extremely angry and cursed: "How dare you disrespect the clan leader? Are you still a member of the Chen family?"
"Don't you say I betrayed you? Do you think it counts?"
Chen Long was speechless. If he had the final say, it was because the clan leader was wrong and he didn't dare. Even if it didn't matter, I couldn't blame him. For a moment, my mouth was open and I couldn't speak.
Chen Haoyang shook his head secretly. This Chen Long was too weak. He was blocked in just two sentences. Then he urged: "The competition has begun. If you don't take action, both of you will be considered a failure!"
Chen Long was shocked, stopped talking, and stabbed Cheng Ling directly with his sword.
Cheng Ling turned slightly to avoid the sword. With a move of his right hand, the Purple Cloud Sword was already in his hand, and he used the Broken Cloud Sword.
Chen Long only felt that his eyes were blank, like layers of clouds covering him, and his figure stagnated. Cheng Ling fired four swords in an instant, making a "chichi" sound and leaving two sword marks on his arms and thighs.
Chen Long was injured as soon as he took action. If he hadn't reacted instantly and avoided the two killing moves on his chest and throat, he would have been lying down now.
The big guys in the audience were all shocked, what a mysterious sword move, and how fast it shot!
Chen Long broke out in a cold sweat. He was almost killed because he was so distracted for a moment. He hurriedly mentioned his twelve points of strength, shouted "Cang Lang Swordsmanship" in his mouth and started to kill Cheng Ling like crazy.
That sword move was too terrifying. He could never suffer it again. He could only attack it so that he had no time to use it.
Cheng Ling smiled calmly, and with one move, he also tested the depth of Chen Long. In terms of swordsmanship, he could kill him with just a few moves, but he didn't want it to end so quickly. Since he was ready to establish his power, he had to do more. The blood of several people was used to exaggerate it, especially Chen Zong and Chen Ran's.
Therefore, he only suppressed his strength to about 50%, used lightning swordsmanship and ice swordsmanship, and fought with Chen Long.
This was Cheng Ling's first time using the Frozen Sword Technique. He switched between the two sword techniques and the basic sword technique from time to time, and he shot very quickly.
Chen Long only felt thunder and lightning flashing around him from time to time, making his muscles numb, and sometimes shivering. The temperature of the space dropped several degrees, and his sword moves were also delayed and unable to flow smoothly. He insisted on drinking tea for a while, He had multiple injuries on his body.
Looking at Cheng Ling, the Ziyun Sword danced in his hands, making his eyes dazzled, and his expression was very smooth, without any pressure!
As Chen Long struggled, he felt that if he continued like this, he was doomed to fail. He sighed inwardly, at this point, there was nothing left to hold back.
The sword technique changed, and he shot out as fast as a strong wind or thunder. This set of swordsmanship is exactly the set of Thunder Swordsmanship passed down from his ancestors. Chen Haotian obtained it by chance during an experience and has always regarded it as a family heirloom.
The swordsmanship of Ben Lei is famous for its quick attack. There were many times when the father and son encountered powerful enemies and relied on this swordsmanship to turn defeat into victory. He originally wanted to face Chen Ran in the final, but he didn't expect that Cheng Ling's swordsmanship was so superb, forcing him to use all his best skills.
Cheng Ling blocked several strikes from his sword and quickly regained his footing. This was also Chen Long's bad luck, but Cheng Ling understood the artistic conception of the wind, and the speed of the sword was what he was good at.
Now that I encountered Chen Long's quick sword, I could see the clues after just taking a few hits. With a movement of his right hand, he struck out with the Cloud-Shattering Sword again, and Chen Long's fast sword suddenly stagnated.
Cheng Ling took this opportunity and stabbed Ziyun Sword continuously, turning one sword into two swords, then four swords, eight swords... Chen Long was immediately beaten into confusion and retreated sharply. After exiting the sword circle, I realized that it was an illusion, after all, it was just a quick move.
But hindsight was useless. Just when he came to his senses, all of Cheng Ling's sword moves had pierced his body.
There were four soft sounds of "chichichichi", followed by a "clang". The sword in Chen Long's hand fell to the ring, and his body could not stand and fell softly.
Cheng Ling held up several sword flowers and returned the Ziyun Sword to its sheath with a clang. He looked at Chen Long calmly and said, "You still don't admit defeat? The next sword will be aimed at your neck."
Chen Long's heart trembled and he said loudly: "I give up!"
He was really scared. In an instant, the tendons and veins of his hands and feet were severed. He hoped that his father would have a good healing pill, otherwise he would be useless in this life.
He didn't dare to feel hatred towards Cheng Ling. In fact, he understood that he should take the initiative to admit defeat with the first move. If the move was any faster, his neck would be cut off. I just sighed that I was dissatisfied and wanted to be humiliated.
On the rostrum, Chen Haoran looked at Cheng Ling and his heart surged. Could it be that what Chen Song said was true, that he really had the strength of the first foundation-building disciple of the Wuxiang Sword Sect?
It's impossible. I know his qualifications well and they are not very good, otherwise he wouldn't be cruelly expelled. But now this swordsmanship is completely beyond the reach of ordinary foundation-building disciples, so should we let Zong'er duel with him?
For a moment, he fell into confusion. Several other Chen family elders were also surprised by Cheng Ling's swordsmanship, but they were also gloating in their hearts.
If your boy cripples Chen Long, the fourth child will definitely not give up. What's more, there is also suppression by the clan leader, which will always make it impossible for you to come back.
However, Cheng Xiao was very satisfied. The husband Yan Bing chose was not bad. At the age of twelve, in the late stage of foundation building, and with such swordsmanship, he will be a great help to the family in the future.
Xuan Lingzi also nodded with satisfaction. Over the past year or so, his energy had become increasingly weak and he had less time to give guidance to Cheng Ling. And most of them were pointers on formations. He had also seen this kind of swordsmanship, but only during practice. It was indeed rare to win a duel like today's easily.
Chen Haoyang was stunned for a long time before announcing: "The fourth game, Chen Zong vs. Chen Yu."
The two jumped onto the ring and started fighting without saying a word. The two were equally skilled, but Chen Zong's swordsmanship was obviously stronger. Under a sudden attack, Chen Yu couldn't block it, so he surrendered with the sword across his neck.
This is the first pair of disciples to step down from the stage since the competition.
Cheng Ling looked at Chen Zong's moves and nodded secretly. His swordsmanship was pretty good, but unfortunately he was not agile enough and did not integrate his swordsmanship with his own characteristics.
After the two people stepped off the stage, Chen Haoyang announced: "The fifth game, Chen Ran vs. Chen Sheng."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure landed lightly on the ring, and the watching disciples all cheered.
Cheng Ling looked from a distance and saw the person wearing a moon-white robe. He was about eighteen years old and handsome in appearance. He was such a handsome young man. He must be Chen Ran!
Sure enough, some of the disciples watching couldn't help shouting.
"Senior Brother Chen Ran is handsome!"
"Well done, Senior Brother Chen Ran!"
"Senior Brother Chen Ran, please show mercy. Chen Sheng is no match for you."
Corresponding to Chen Ran's sensational effect, was Chen Sheng's ashen expression. He knew that he was no match for Chen Ran, but if he gave up without a fight, he would lose face, and if he went up, he would be afraid of being beaten to paralysis. I really don’t know how to tell people about the tangle in my heart...!
As if he knew what Chen Sheng was thinking, Chen Ran waved to him and said, "Come up! Junior brother, how about I only use three points of strength?"
Chen Sheng was relieved and didn't care about the embarrassment. He jumped onto the ring and used his sword skills to attack Chen Ran.
Cheng Ling curled his lips and thought to himself, Chen Ran is so cruel! Even if you don't use all your strength, there is no need to say it in public. It's obviously just a pretense.
Although Chen Ran was pretentious enough, his strength was real, and his cultivation had reached the realm of fake elixirs. After more than a dozen moves, the two sides easily restrained Chen Sheng and won the victory.
In this way, we will enter the second round. However, in the first round, although Chen Liang and Chen Ming won, they were severely injured and basically lost their combat effectiveness. Only Chen Ran, Chen Zong, and Cheng Ling were left.
Chen Haoyang glanced at Cheng Ling, smiled sinisterly, and announced: "The first match of the second round, Chen Zong vs. Cheng Ling."
Cheng Ling glanced around and saw that the five Chen family elders on the rostrum were all smiling meaningfully. It was obvious that they had expected this situation, and they were sure that even if they won, they would play against Chen Ran next.
It seems that this guy really wants to kill himself. Gradually, a feeling of injustice arose in his heart. This may be the resentment of the original owner, or it may be resentment towards their aggressiveness.
He glanced at Chen Haoran with cold eyes and thought to himself: Chen Haoran, Chen family, let me collect some interest from Chen Zong first!
He did not hesitate, jumped onto the ring, raised the Ziyun Sword, and said coldly: "If you admit defeat now, there is still a glimmer of hope that you can escape unscathed, otherwise, just wait for my wrath!"
Cheng Ling finally showed his sharp fangs to the Chen family!
