"You, how did you do it?" Jian Fei raised his body and was embedded in the stone wall, his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and he murmured.
Even when he competed with other elders who had entered the Dao Spirit Master level, he had never lost so easily. Zhong Wen's punch simply shattered his belief in himself.
Zhong Wen smiled slightly, said nothing, and assumed an incomprehensible posture.
With that punch just now, he still didn't use any spiritual skills. He just condensed his spiritual power to an unimaginable level, directly shattering the space and breaking the void of the sword.
This ability to control and condense spiritual power originates from the "Guiyuan Secret Code", one of the five great sages, the "Sword God" Dugu Xingchen's proud technique.
Looking at the three elders who were embedded in the mountain wall below and lined up in a neat row, the crowd once again broke out into noisy discussions.
"Damn it, Elder Jian Feiyang actually lost to this young man?"
"Fortunately, I resisted the urge just now and didn't go up to compete with him."
"Junior brother, what you said is wrong. Sword cultivators like us should face difficulties and go against the will of heaven. How can we be timid?"
"Senior brother is saying, why don't you go up and teach that boy a lesson?"
"This... my brother's sword has been somewhat worn recently. I am planning to send it to be remade. It is not suitable for fighting with others."
"I'll go." Jian Qingmei sighed and held Liu Qiqi in his hand next to Jian Yicheng, "Senior Brother Yicheng, Miss Liu, please take care of it for me."
"Junior sister, this is the trouble I caused. I should solve it myself." Jian Yicheng said hurriedly, "How can I let you get hurt?"
"Junior Sister Qingmei, what the old ghost said is right. This matter has nothing to do with you?" Jian Xingluo also interjected, "But this young man is a little weird. I'm afraid even the old ghost may not be able to win against him. , why not let me take action to save the face of our Tianjian Villa."
"Below the saints, these two senior brothers already represent the strongest combat power of Tianjian Villa." Jian Qingmei shook his head, "If you try to deal with a teenage boy, you won't be able to win with force, and you won't be able to laugh at it. Where do we have a way out?"
"This..." Jian Yicheng pondered for a moment and said with a look of shame on his face, "Thank you for your hard work, junior sister."
"Why bother? It's all for Tianjian Villa." Jian Qingmei smiled charmingly, and then he appeared in front of Zhong Wen in a flash.
"What a good woman." Jian Xingluo looked at Jian Qingmei's graceful back in the distance and couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, only Junior Sister Qingmei is worthy of me, the strongest elder."
"Fuck your mother!" Jian Yicheng was furious when he heard this and cursed, "I am the strongest elder. Even if my junior sister wants to get married, she will choose me."
"Choose you, a shameless person who robs other people's apprentices?" Jian Xingluo glanced at him and chuckled, "Unless junior sister is blind."
"Aren't you just jealous that I got the position of Great Elder back then?" Jian Yicheng retorted, "Everyone speaks based on their strength and is fair and impartial. It's only a petty mind like you that can hold a grudge for so many years. If Junior Sister followed you, I don’t know how much suffering I will have to suffer.”
"Go away, if I hadn't been injured back then, how could you have been lucky enough to win even half a move?" Jian Xingluo seemed to have uncovered the pain in his heart, and his voice couldn't help but raise an octave, "If we have the ability, let's do it again Are you making gestures? Let’s see who is the best among the saints!”
"Aren't you afraid?"
These two Holy Land elders actually quarreled loudly in front of everyone, completely disregarding their own image.
When Jian Qingmei heard the noise coming from behind, his head was suddenly filled with black lines, and he was extremely speechless.
After a while, she calmed down, looked at Zhong Wen and said, "Young man, I just heard Miss Liu calling, is your name Zhong Wen?"
"That's right." Zhong Wen couldn't help but soften his tone when he saw an elegant woman. "May I ask you, senior?"
"I'm Jian Qingmei." Jian Qingmei and Yan Yue said seductively, "I'm in charge of the 'Tibetan Scripture Pavilion' of Tianjian Villa."
"It turns out it's Senior Qingmei." Zhong Wenke said politely, "Does Senior also want to compete with Junior?"
"I think you remember that I was present when Senior Brother Yicheng fought with you more than ten days ago." Jian Qingmei said slowly, "At that time, you fled to the endless sea of clouds, and Senior Brother Yicheng pursued you, but I was the one who blocked it for you. Take that sword blow."
"That's it." Zhong Wen showed a look of surprise on his face and bowed his hands, "Thank you for your help, senior."
"The reason why I tell you this is not because I want you to be grateful." Jian Qingmei said with a smile, "Miss Liu's matter is that our Tianjian Villa made a mistake first. You can come back alive from the endless sea of clouds. Both me and Senior Brother Yicheng are very pleased."
Zhong Wen looked at her quietly and said nothing.
"Senior brother Yicheng will naturally give you a satisfactory explanation of this matter later." Jian Qingmei continued, "It's just that Tianjian Villa is a holy land after all. You came to the door like this and defeated three people in a row. Elder, if we can’t defeat you and spread the word in the future, we may have a hard time with our reputation.”
"Senior, you are honest." Jian Qingmei spoke so straightforwardly, which surprised Zhong Wen.
"So one code equals another, I still have to challenge you." Jian Qingmei slowly drew out the sword from his waist, "I hope you can understand my difficulties."
"If Zhong Wen is lucky enough to defeat the senior." Zhong Wen glanced at Jian Yicheng and Liu Qiqi in the distance, "Is the great elder of your village about to take action?"
"Not bad." Jian Qingmei did not deny it.
"It seems that I can't do it without losing a game." Zhong Wen laughed, "Otherwise, if I accidentally defeat the Great Elder, wouldn't even the Saint come out to teach me a lesson?"
"That's absolutely not the case." Jian Qingmei shook his head and said, "What kind of saint is this? Unless it is a last resort, how can you take action against a young man with spiritual mastery? As long as you can defeat the elders, our heaven Sword Villa has admitted defeat."
"That's good." Zhong Wen couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
Don't look at him coming with a fierce momentum this time, but in fact he was very measured in his attacks. The three people he taught before were all slightly injured, and not even a single bone was broken. It was because he was worried about the saint of Tianjian Villa and was worried about being angry. If you lose this boss, you will be unable to eat and walk around.
Knowing from Jian Qingmei's mouth that the saint would not take action, he seemed to have received a reassurance. His whole temperament changed and he no longer had any worries.
"It seems that apart from the saint, we elders really don't take much notice of you." Jian Qingmei couldn't help but feel angry and funny because she couldn't see what he was thinking. "I would like to advise you, don't It is better to underestimate the enemy."
After saying that, she lightly raised her hand and her long sword flew, manifesting sword energy as thin as silk threads in the air, densely packed and overwhelming, shooting towards Zhong Wen from all angles and directions.
Different from Jian Yicheng's sword energy, Jian Qingmei's hundreds of sword energy actually took most of the arcs. It seemed to be all over the sky, going around arcs of different sizes, but in the end they all accurately converged on one point. superior.
"Well done!" Zhong Wen's heart skipped a beat and his pupils opened slightly.
With the combat thinking ability of his "Devil Spirit Body" and the deduction method of "Tianyan Sutra", he can easily calculate the trend of hundreds of sword energies.
However, despite his clear calculation, he could not find a flaw in the sword energy.
Just because the spacing, speed and position of these many sword qi seemed to have been carefully designed for both offense and defense, he was unable to pass through the sword qi and directly attack Jian Qingmei himself.
Although each sword energy was far less powerful than Jian Yicheng's moves, it was more numerous and continuous, and contained a subtle artistic conception that made Zhong Wen dare not use his physical body to attack them at will.
He couldn't think of a way to break it for the moment, so he had to spread out his body skills and dodge left and right.
However, before these thousands of sword qi were exhausted, Jian Qingmei's right arm shook slightly, and thousands of thin arc-shaped sword qi shot out from the blade again, like a spider spinning silk. Directly pursuing Zhong Wen, compared with the previous wave, both the number and speed have been significantly improved.
"Junior sister's endless tenderness in swordsmanship has improved a lot." Jian Yicheng stroked his beard gently and nodded in appreciation.
"That's right, the brat doesn't know junior sister's swordsmanship, so he will definitely suffer a loss in this fight." Jian Xingluo agreed, and then suddenly changed the subject, "But old man, can you stop using such lewd words? The eyes are staring at my Qingmei junior sister."
"Which one is your junior sister Qingmei?" Jian Yicheng said angrily, "It's obviously my junior sister Qingmei!"
"Fart, it's obviously mine!"
"It's yours, it's obviously mine!"
Just as the two were arguing like children, the situation of the battle changed.
Facing the waves of sword energy that filled the sky, Zhong Wen finally had no way to hide or escape.
He knew that these sword auras were weird, and he did not dare to fight them with his physical body. Suddenly, a black long sword appeared in his hand, and he slashed hard at the oncoming sword auras.
The imagined scene of passionate collision did not appear. As soon as the sword energy released by Jian Qingmei came into contact with the Yitian Sword, it stuck to it silently, like a spider thread catching prey, and wrapped around the sword. Another circle, forcibly turning a black Heavenly Sword into white.
"Win!" Seeing this scene, Jian Yicheng and Jian Xingluo, who were arguing, looked happy and shouted almost at the same time.
The moment the Yitian Sword was touched by the sword energy, Zhong Wen suddenly felt waves of strange suction coming from the sword body. The spiritual power in his body rushed towards the sword in his hand as if it had burst a dam.
As the sword energy wrapped around the Yitian Sword gradually increased, the suction force became stronger and stronger, and he had the momentum to not give up until the spiritual energy in his body was drained.
Be good!
This beautiful aunt actually wants to drain me dry!
Zhong Wen was slightly startled, but quickly regained his composure.
Unknown power is the most terrifying power. Once he understands Jian Qingmei's sword technique, he will no longer be afraid.
The little guy is so young, but the spiritual power in his body is so strong!
Feeling the majestic spiritual power absorbed from thousands of sword energies, Jian Qingmei was secretly frightened, but at the same time he breathed a sigh of relief.
Her endless tenderness of swordsmanship has the magical effect of absorbing the opponent's spiritual power. Even if only a small part of the absorbed spiritual power can be used for herself, most of it will be lost and dissipated, but it is still a very terrifying swordsmanship that can make her last for a long time. In the battle, remain invincible.
When the tender sword energy entangled Zhong Wen's Heavenly Sword, she knew that she had won this battle.
After all, it was just a fight, not a fight of life and death. Moreover, she came here with the intention of making peace. Since she had the advantage, she did not intend to really hurt Zhong Wen, so she planned to persuade the other party to cease fighting.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw a strange smile suddenly appear on Zhong Wen's face.
Immediately afterwards, Jian Qingmei trembled all over, his expression changed drastically, and he was no longer calm.
