The competition on the Qiyun Tower was in full swing. Xing Zhiying was determined to win. She jumped up and climbed up. She was only ten feet away from the top of the tower.
However, the closer to the top of the tower, the wider the span between the beams. Even though Xing Zhiying has excellent physical skills, he still has to use all his strength when leaping, and his physical exertion also increases rapidly.
It was near the end of the afternoon, and it was the hottest time. The sun was shining brightly on the blue sky, making Xing Zhiying feel warm all over her body. Instead of feeling any fear, she felt an inexplicable feeling of ironing her clothes.
In the clouds and sky, arrogant among the heroes, "Feixue Jiaoying" is full of excitement, and in an instant she seems to have been reborn.
If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight, and if you want to climb the peak, you must bear the risks. The girl who has always been naughty and lazy suddenly has an epiphany at this moment.
The feeling of fatigue was swept away, and her body was filled with infinite strength. Xing Zhiying rushed towards the top of Qiyun Tower like a flying dragon stepping on the snow, determined not to let the Yunlong Sword fall by the wayside.
Xing Zhenliang and Huangfu Yingyang looked at each other clearly, and they were extremely happy in their hearts. Huangfu Yingyang laughed and said: "This little girl has made great progress. Even I have to look at her with admiration. Senior is really a good teacher."
Xing Zhenliang smiled and said: "Ying Yatou has indeed changed a lot since she came back from the experience in Western Xinjiang. It's a pity that she has been worried and has never been able to break through the confusion. Since today is the right time, the old man just wants to stimulate her. As long as she grows up Get up, no matter what the problem is, it will be solved."
Huangfu Yingyang raised his thumb and said with sincere admiration: "Senior is still very cunning. With a push at the critical moment, Mao Yatou can get into the house. It seems that she should win the first place in today's competition."
Xing Zhenliang shook his head and said: "The result is actually not important. I think the two young heroes from the Kunlun sect have more hope. It depends on who is more skilled."
Huangfu Yingyang was startled when he heard the words, and his heart suddenly trembled when he focused his eyes. In the time he was talking, Mu Yun and Long Zhengyang had already caught up.
The two figures were running side by side, chasing Xing Zhiying like thunder and lightning. Their eyesight was as accurate as Huang Fu's eagle. It was difficult to determine for a moment who among the three could reach the top first.
Seeing that the competition was becoming fierce, everyone became excited. The Qionghua stage was filled with people, and everyone set up a pergola to watch.
Taoist Priest Chiyang appeared calm on the surface, but he was unavoidably nervous in his heart. After all, it was about the relics of the sages. If they could not win the first prize in one fell swoop, the Kunlun Sect would be in disgrace.
Even though Xing Zhenliang intended to marry, Xing Zhiying was not a member of the Kunlun sect and could not be regarded as one.
Especially if Long Zhengyang loses to his future wife, wouldn't he be a dwarf if he plays the piano and the harp in harmony in the future?
Taoist Priest Chiyang was really worried about what he was thinking. He had no choice but to see the situation like this. He could only hope that Long Zhengyang would catch up and not lose the dignity of his sect.
Realizing that Mu Yun and Long Zhengyang were approaching quickly, Xing Zhiying had no other thoughts in her mind. She gritted her teeth and jumped continuously, vowing to be the first to reach the top of the tower.
The three-foot-long, two-foot-long, one-foot-long, hexagonal spire top is now in front of you, but you can see the long sword with cold light penetrating down, illuminated by the blazing sun.
The shape of this long sword is unique. The hilt is over two feet long, almost the same length as the sword body. Two ancient seal characters are engraved with gold on the sword grid, which is the word "Yunlong".
Seeing that the Yunlong Sword was within easy reach, Xing Zhiying used her remaining strength to leap up and grab the slender hilt with her hands!
Almost at the same time, He saw two other figures rushing towards them, and they stretched out their arms to grab them.
The violent sound of the wind brought thunder and thunderbolts, the four profound powers stirred up the undercurrent, and Shen Potential Dao rushed towards the Yunlong Sword together!
The three pillars stand together and there is no turning back. At the final moment of the fierce battle, the brave one wins when they meet on a narrow road.
Although Xing Zhiying made the first move, an invisible high wall seemed to appear in front of her, blocking her arms from reaching forward. No matter how hard she tried, she could not break through the dense ice abyss.
Mu Yun and Long Zhengyang tacitly understood each other, and while using their strength to block Xing Zhiying, they grabbed the hilt of Yunlong's sword.
Since they couldn't attack their competitors, both of them used the fusion of swirling energy to force the opponent back.
In an instant, their forces collided, and both of them felt a chill in their hearts, and couldn't help but scream inwardly.
In the past, Mu Yun fought to the death in the Chaotian Tower and understood the fusion method of the Four Absolutes at the critical moment of life and death. During this period of time, he devoted himself to practice and felt that he had achieved quite a lot.
But at this moment, after the confrontation with Long Zhengyang, Mu Yun realized that the other party's fusion energy was even more pure, with almost no flaws.
Mu Yun was inexplicably surprised, and Long Zhengyang was also quite surprised. Although he stood out among his fellow sects and his practice was rapid, when it came to the fusion of the Four Absolutes, he had only just scratched the surface.
It should be noted that the secrets of these mysterious methods cannot be understood through oral teaching. They must be understood by oneself.
Mu Yun claimed to be related to the Kunlun sect, but he was not from an orthodox background after all. Long Zhengyang really did not expect that he could use the four profound powers so exquisitely.
As the saying goes, "As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know whether he is there or not." Mu Yun and Long Zhengyang are evenly matched, and they can't help but feel a sense of sympathy for each other.
But precisely because they were evenly matched, the two were in a stalemate at that moment, and neither of them could grasp the hilt of Yunlong's sword.
This gave Xing Zhiying an opportunity to take advantage of it. She gritted her teeth and suddenly used her fingers as a sword. The ferocious sword energy suddenly burst out. It was the Tianshan sect's secret skill passed down from generation to generation, Xue Wu Gu Hong Sword!
Xuewu Guhong Sword is extremely powerful, but it is extremely depleting on itself, and even ordinary swords cannot bear it.
That day when Xing Zhiying visited the Western Border, he once severely injured the Heavenly Wolf Lord with a sword. The refined steel was like a broken sword, but it also turned into powder after the move. The power of the forbidden move in the Tianshan Mountains was extraordinary.
Therefore, even if he used his fingers as a sword, Xing Zhiying's move still shocked everyone. The sharp sword was like boiling soup and snow, instantly cutting through all obstacles and going straight to the hilt of Yunlong's sword.
Mu Yun and Long Zhengyang suddenly felt that the evil energy was rising sharply, and they felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. They pushed hard at the same time, leaving almost no room for room.
The three tyrannical and violent forces collided with the Yunlong Sword inserted on the top of the tower. There was only a heart-stopping crunching sound. The steel frame and iron beams could not withstand the power of destruction and collapsed on the spot!
Mu Yun and the other three people missed it by a hair and could not catch the hilt of Yunlong's sword. They could only watch the sword fall straight down.
This was really unexpected, and the three of them looked at each other in silence.
Everyone on the Qionghua stage saw the Yunlong Sword falling, and many of them were stunned.
Taoist Priest Chiyang frowned, looked at Fang Lanling and said, "May I ask Mr. Fang, who should be considered the winner in this situation?"
Fang Lanling smiled and said: "The competition is not over yet. Whoever climbs to the top of the tower and brings back the Yunlong Sword will be the final winner."
Chiyang Taoist Priest Zhai Ran woke up and saw that Long Zhengyang had indeed flown down the tower. Upon seeing this, Mu Yun came to his senses and immediately followed Long Zhengyang's footsteps.
At this time, Xing Zhiying heard a muffled grunt. The right hand that had just drawn the sword was shaking violently, and her face turned pale. She was obviously suffering from great pain.
(End of chapter)
