The fifth level of Lingwu took action, with overwhelming momentum.
Chen Xiao was only at the third level of Lingwu. No one thought highly of him. His arrogant words just now irritated many people.
Throwing down four hundred spiritual stones, the man walked towards Chen Xiao.
"My name is Shi Zhao. I can throw you off the ring within three moves."
After Shi Zhao finished speaking, he punched Chen Xiao without using a long sword.
As the name suggests, when the fist is used, it makes the sound of boulders rubbing against each other, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.
If he hits it with one punch, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.
Chen Xiao ducked sideways, but Shi Zhao's fist missed.
The blow missed, Shi Zhao roared, his body changed direction again, and several figures appeared in the field.
"What a speed!"
Chen Xiao said secretly.
I didn't expect that the speed of this stone sign was so fast, even the average sixth level spiritual martial artist couldn't match it.
His opponent is Chen Xiao, who is also not slow.
Stepping on the seven stars, Chen Xiao easily avoided it and appeared behind Shi Zhao.
The black blade is unsheathed, and the sword drawing technique is still used.
As the battle continued, Chen Xiao's understanding of the art of sword drawing became deeper and deeper.
This is no longer as simple as a martial arts competition. Chen Xiao regards the martial arts competition as a place for sword practice.
Practicing swordsmanship by yourself is certainly convenient, but it is far less effective than having someone to accompany you.
Many masters practice martial arts and have special training partners.
There are no other disciples in Shengtian Peak. Chen Xiao practices the sword-drawing technique by himself. There is no reference object, and it is difficult to control the speed and trajectory of the sword.
Only in actual combat can one best master the essence of sword drawing.
The whole person entered in silence, like a peerless sword suddenly unsheathed.
There was no sound when the black blade was unsheathed, as if it appeared out of thin air. The moment Shi Zhao turned around, the long sword landed strangely on Shi Zhao's neck.
"You lost!"
Chen Xiao said three words coldly.
Shi Zhao's entire body was petrified on the spot. He had vowed just now to lift Chen Xiao to the bottom of the ring with three moves.
Before the second move was over, Chen Xiao locked his throat with a sword.
As long as Chen Xiao sends him away gently, Shi Zhao will die.
"Your sword is very fast."
Shi Zhao walked down dejectedly, and the spiritual stones on the stage turned into eight hundred pieces.
Chen Xiao still did not step down. Eight hundred yuan of spiritual stones would not help him much.
Looking towards the audience, the disciples who were stared at by Chen Xiao did not dare to look directly at them, as if a divine sword was sweeping towards them.
"Who else!"
Chen Xiao's voice was loud. If he continued to win one game, he would get 1,600 spiritual stones.
"This kid is very weird. His swordsmanship seems to be useless, but he can magically lock the opponent's life gate."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, and those at the fifth level of spiritual martial arts did not dare to take action.
Shi Zhao's cultivation is not weak, nor is it a place where Chen Xiaoyi can unite.
"I come!"
Zhen Yiming took action. He had won thousands of spiritual stones just now.
In terms of combat effectiveness, Zhen Yiming is still above Shi Zhao.
The main reason is that Zhen Yiming is a master of swordsmanship and wants to learn Chen Xiao's swordsmanship.
There are more than a thousand spiritual stones, but he has not yet taken them seriously.
"I also practice a quick sword technique, and one move can determine the outcome."
Zhen Yiming was too lazy to talk nonsense. He came on stage not because he wanted to win Chen Xiao's spiritual stone, but because he wanted to test Chen Xiao's sword-drawing skills.
Drawing the sword three times in a row made his blood boil and he wanted to compete.
"Zhen Yiming's Wind Chasing Sword is very famous in the outer sect. This kid finally met his opponent."
There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Zhen Yiming just relied on the Wind Chasing Sword to win two games in a row.
"This kid's sword-drawing skills are also extraordinary. There is no trajectory and the speed is extremely fast. Let's see how Zhen Yiming cracks it."
Everyone is looking forward to this battle, the outcome is no longer important.
"Draw out your sword!"
Chen Xiao was too lazy to talk nonsense. When Zhen Yiming fought just now, he analyzed the speed and trajectory of his sword.
Chen Xiao even suspected that the sword-drawing technique he learned from the animal skin was a heaven-level martial skill.
Looking at the world of cultivation, there are not many heaven-level martial arts skills. Most of the disciples of Tianyu Sect are practicing at the earth level.
Standing five meters apart, the boundless sword energy swept across the sky, and the dust on the ground moved by itself without wind.
The clothes of the two men began to swell, and a large amount of air flow filled them.
The chatter around them disappeared, and they stared at the battle intently, so as not to miss any small link.
Especially Chen Xiao, his sword-drawing skills are so unpredictable that even the ninth level of Lingwu can only scratch the surface.
After drawing his sword three times in a row, Chen Xiao's sword-drawing skills became faster and more cunning each time.
He took out eight hundred pieces of spiritual stones and threw them together.
"Chasing the Wind Divine Sword, the sword is like the Wind God!"
Zhen Yiming shouted sharply, and the long sword in his hand transformed into countless sword shadows, as fast as lightning, covering Chen Xiao completely.
It is not easy to crack this sword. You must first find the flaw of the Wind Chasing Sword.
Chen Xiao shrank his eyes and allowed the sword energy to attack him.
The Nine Heavens Divine Pillar moved slowly, and the sword moves in front of it continued to slow down, like running water.
Holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand, the sound of the sword being unsheathed rang in everyone's ears.
"The sword is out!"
There were exclamations from the crowd. This time, Chen Xiao's sword draw speed was faster than before.
What's more terrifying is not the speed of the sword, but the trajectory of the sword.
It was clearly a sword-drawing technique, but several shadows could be seen.
"Qiang Qiang Qiang..."
Zhen Yiming's sword energy seemed to hit a dense wire mesh, and was completely blocked.
At this moment, a ray of terrifying sword energy passed through the steel wire mesh and came out through the gaps.
"laugh!"
Zhen Yiming suddenly froze in place and felt a chill on his neck.
He reached out and wiped it, and blood slid down his neck.
The throat was not injured, just a cut.
This was enough to scare Zhen Yiming into a cold sweat.
If the strength of the sword energy had been just a tiny bit greater, his body would have been separated and it would be impossible for him to stand here.
"Thanks for showing mercy."
Zhen Yiming was very sensible. He hugged Chen Xiao and quickly left the ring.
With that sword blow just now, Chen Xiao withdrew his strength at the last moment.
"Concession!"
Chen Xiao returned the favor with cupped fists.
He came here to earn spiritual stones and practice some sword-drawing skills, not to make enemies.
So every time I hit the spot, I rarely hurt them.
"Impossible, how could Zhen Yiming lose to him with just one move."
The disciples who were optimistic about Zhen Yiming just now had puzzled expressions on their faces. They couldn't believe that even Zhen Yiming's Wind Chasing Sword was easily broken by the opponent.
The woman in red stood in the corner of the ring, her mouth slightly open. Chen Xiao fought four times in a row, defeating her opponent with one move.
Once is a coincidence, four times is definitely not as simple as a coincidence.
"This kid's sword-drawing skills seem to be getting better every time. He can't be practicing sword-fighting with us."
Some people saw some tricks, and Chen Xiao's sword-drawing skills became more powerful each time.
This is no accident. There is only one possibility. Chen Xiao has not yet completely mastered the art of sword drawing and is still in the exploratory stage.
"This boy's name is Chen Xiao. He just joined Tianyu Sect this year."
Several new disciples appeared in the crowd and recognized Chen Xiao's identity.
It was only at this time that Chen Xiao's name became known to everyone.
"Are the new disciples who joined this year such monsters?"
Those old disciples looked confused. They had joined a year earlier than Chen Xiao, but they were not even as good as a new disciple.
Recalling Chen Xiao's sword sealing his throat, he felt his cheeks burning with pain.
"No, we must teach this kid a lesson, otherwise how will our old disciples gain a foothold in the future?"
It is no longer as simple as a martial arts competition, it has evolved into a competition between new disciples and old disciples.
Everyone is unwilling to be compared, especially those disciples who have joined Tianyu Sect for two or three years.
Chen Xiao's latecomer came to the top, which caused dissatisfaction among many people.
"I'll do it!"
A young man with messy hair walked out. The moment he stepped out, the disciples standing around him quickly got out of the way.
