Zhao Chun was originally a master of swordsmanship, so when Zhu Youcheng showed up at the first sight, he could see that the opponent's sword intention was gold among the five elements.
From the words of his fellow disciples, it can be known that Li Zhu is good at wood magic, wood is vitality, and the gold master kills. Therefore, if he and Zhu Youcheng are paired up, they will definitely be at a disadvantage.
What's more, Zhu Youcheng's sword spirit realm is still very solid. Sword cultivators at the same level are the most difficult to deal with. If Li Zhu wants to defeat him, it can be said that there is little hope!
Sure enough, even though Li Zhu made a decisive decision and sacrificed the flower-glazed lamp, which brought together many Mu Xing's spiritual ideas, they were blocked by Zhu Youcheng's sword intent. For a moment, two completely different auras collided, and he was suddenly startled. There was a violent air wave, but Zhu Youcheng had a sword to protect his body, so he could keep his body motionless under this air wave. On the other hand, Li Zhu's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Zhu Youcheng waved his fingers forward, and the thirty-six sword energy clones appeared again. This time they killed Li Zhu, but he was no longer as leisurely as before.
The air wave shook the true energy in his body, and the petals that had gathered in a hurry were also scattered and invisible. As soon as the opponent's sword energy approached, they immediately turned into fragments and flew away. Li Zhu couldn't fight back, so he had to dodge again and again. Unfortunately, sword cultivators always pursue victory. The more you avoid fighting, the easier it is for the opponent to find your weakness.
Of the seven swords, only at the seventh sword, the left side of Li Zhu's face was cut off in half by the sword energy, and blood spattered. He felt a burst of despair in his heart. He saw a long sword about to slash at his throat. Li Zhu couldn't help but shouted: "I'm a poor Taoist. Please admit defeat and ask fellow Taoists to keep people under the sword!"
When Zhu Youcheng heard this, he immediately made a hand to dissipate the sword energy. Seeing that Li Zhu was only injured, but his life and property were not in danger, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The Yinhai Sword Sect is weak on its own, and it is not easy to face off against the Fengxu Sect now, so making enemies is not a good idea, so it is best for him to stop them.
Although several elders on the Fengxu Sect's big ship were slightly displeased because of Li Zhu's defeat, seeing that Zhu Youcheng finally chose to stop, they softened their expressions and said, "This guy is quite generous, Li Bamboo's strength is slightly inferior, but his luck is good."
If the other party was not from the little-known Yinhai Sword Sect, but was replaced by any disciple whose sect was not inferior to Fengxu Sect, Li Zhu's begging for mercy might not be able to save his life. After all, there are all kinds of tricks in this grand event. There have been incidents in the past where he pretended to admit defeat and then used some insidious tricks to win. Zhu Youcheng was willing to let Li Zhu go because he was relying on his strength to be superior to his opponent and was not afraid that Li Zhu had other ideas. Dare to do this.
After the two decided the winner, the clouds and fog around the fighting platform became much lighter. After a moment, the phantoms of the sea dragons on Zhu Youcheng's and Li Zhu's wrists were seen moving together. However, the former's phantom absorbed the latter, gradually changing from snow-white color to a light golden glow, and then he flicked the dragon's head and returned. On Zhu Youcheng.
As for Li Zhu's sea dragon phantom, it instantly became a lot tired and its color turned into snow-white. This scene also announced that he had lost this battle. If he lost another battle, he would retreat from the dojo.
Li Zhucai was defeated, his heart was full of panic, his aura was also unstable, and it was obvious that he would not be able to fight again in a short time. Fortunately, there is no time limit for the grand event. There have been many battles for the throne that lasted for three to five years in the past, so everyone already knew it and did not feel impatient about it.
Seeing this, Li Zhu also shook his sleeves, calmly took out the elixir and swallowed it, then sat down cross-legged on the ground and slowly adjusted his breathing to heal his injuries.
The wounds on his face were easy to heal, but the chaos caused by the impact of the air waves required a lot of effort to stabilize them. It took Li Zhu more than two hours to sit down and adjust his breath. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear and he looked refreshed.
After this battle, the energy in Li Zhu's heart had been dampened a lot, so after thinking secretly, he chose a monk who was previously ranked below him. After he defeated the opponent steadily, this person on the list would really Ying's position was barely saved.
The person selected by Li Zhu was already at the bottom of the ninety-three list. Now that he was picked down by Li Zhu, he could only shamelessly look at the vacant lotus terraces.
Six of the ten lotus pedestals after the ninety are now vacant. The ninety-four, ninety-five, and ninety-six below him are all empty. But if you want to sit on these three positions, it means you have to sit on them. A battle with Ninety-seven Shin Moro. The man suddenly shuddered after thinking for a while, and immediately walked around Xin Moluo, looking under him at the lotus platform with the seal characters on the top being ninety-eight, ninety-nine and one hundred.
These three lotus pedestals are already the last among the last, and because there is no one below them, you can sit on them without fighting. However, you must be aware after sitting on them that if you are in such a last position, you may be attacked at any time. There is a danger of people being squeezed out, and then there will be no second chance to win without a fight.
It was a pity that Xin Moruo, a man of extraordinary strength, was blocking the way. He had no better choice at the moment, so he clenched his fists and jumped onto the lotus platform with the seal number ninety-eight on the top. As he sat firmly, the eight-leaf lotus flower in the center of the dojo lit up again. This time, the name that shone brightly was no longer from a newly promoted heavenly sect such as the Silver Sea Sword Sect.
Zhaoyan Immortal Sect, Wang Fu!
Upon seeing that he was a disciple of the Immortal Sect, all the monks in the Nantian Sea instantly became somewhat interested. Seeing this name, the Zhaoyan disciples in Feixing Temple also talked about it. The Changwu Wang family was a big family in the sect. If Wang Fu was a member of the Wang family, this battle would be interesting.
Facing the curious eyes, Wang Fu also stepped forward in two steps and jumped down to the fighting platform with calm steps. Behind her, the two sisters Wang Fuxun and Wang Yuexun looked at each other, and they both saw a little nervousness in each other's eyes.
Not far away, Zhao Shun felt familiar when he heard the name. When he saw the person's face, he knew that he was the Wang clan member he met on the Tianyin River that day.
Wang Fu's flying sword is of very good quality, but it still lacks a bit of heat in the process of sacrifice and refining. If it can be completely refined before today, its strength should be on par with Zhu Youcheng's.
Although Zhu Youcheng is only at the eighty-ninth place now, he chose Li Zhu just for the sake of stability. Zhao Chun thought that with this person's sword-intentional inaction, the ranking could be improved by at least ten places, but this It also depends on whether Zhu Youcheng dares to act. If he is seeking stability and does not dare to act rashly, his final position may not be much higher.
As for Wang Fu, whose strength is comparable to hers, and with the magic weapon in her hands as a support, there is no one among the twenty monks ranked in the bottom who can fight with her. (End of chapter)
