"You're right, that's the blood casting technique passed down from the ancestors..." On the jade steps, Zhong Liqing looked at the scarlet broken sword that was gradually dissipating in the ring and said slowly.
"Zhi Ming, this technique has not been perfected yet, are you crazy for teaching it to him!?" Shi He clenched his fists with an angry look on his face.
Elder Zhi Ming's face was slightly displeased, and he said coldly: "Do I need your consent before I act?"
"You!" Shi He was furious, but Huangfu Tu stopped him with his hand and signaled him to calm down.
Zhong Liqing sighed and said: "Senior Brother Shi's worry is not unreasonable. After all, the Blood Casting Technique is a blood-burning technique. If it is forcibly performed with the cultivation level of the Qi Refining Stage, it will definitely put a huge burden on the body. If it is accidentally out of control, the consequences will be It’s unimaginable!”
"Now you don't have to worry about it. I know whether my disciple can control it or not." Elder Zhiming said calmly.
"Hmph, I want to see how he masters this technique!" Shi He groaned and cast his gaze into the square.
"Are you okay?" At the same time, Liu Huang looked at Cen Yun who was slowly walking down from the ring and asked.
"It doesn't matter." Cen Yun shook his head, looked at Zhao Li who was surrounded by disciples in the distance, and said in a weak voice.
Liu Huang took out a green elixir from his storage bag and handed it over, saying: "The next competition is between you and Junior Sister Yang. Take this green wood elixir first."
Cen Yun looked at Yang Kuang, who was as cold as an iceberg. In fact, the biggest obstacle to him in this palace examination was Yang Kuang. If he wanted to cross this mountain, he would face even more difficulties than fighting Zhao Li.
But having already come to this point, he had no reason to retreat. He took the Qingmu Pill and swallowed it before looking at Wu Tian and Dong He on the ring.
Chang Ji glanced at the two people under the ring and said, "If you are ready, let the competition begin."
"I'm offended!" As Chang Ji finished his words, Dong He rushed towards Wu Tian with a silver spiritual sword in his hand.
Wu Tian unfolded the folding fan in his hand, but there was no magic movement. A white wall of light instantly formed in front of him, blocking the silver spiritual sword with a bang.
Dong He's mind was solemn, and he could take his attack with only magic. This level of magic skills was invincible at the same level. However, even as the leader of the sect, he had no reason to surrender without a fight. With a pinch of the sword technique in his left hand, , shouted: "Xingshuang Zimu Jue!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Silver Spiritual Sword shone brightly, and dozens of silver rays separated from the sword, surrounding Wu Tian from all directions and shooting at him like a gust of wind and rain.
"Boring." Wu Tian looked disdainful, and three long golden shields flew out of his storage bag, instantly forming a barrier around him and deflecting the silver light away. At the same time, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed Dong He's throat.
bump!
With a grab, Dong He's body turned into an afterimage. A strong impact came from behind him, making him unstable. He took half a step forward. It turned out that Dong He came behind him at some point and struck with a sword. Above the golden light barrier.
The veins on Wu Tian's forehead bulged, and he turned around and waved a wind blade as thick as his wrist. Unexpectedly, the wind blade passed through Dong He's body again and flew into the sky, but there was still no feeling of touching the entity. Dong He transformed again. As an afterimage, disappear in place.
Bump bump!
At this moment, continuous metal vibrations were heard from the golden light barrier again. Driven by Dong He, the erratic silver light on the arena struck again like a storm from different directions, with a powerful impact. , leaving ripples of violent turbulence on the golden light barrier, which began to twist and dent.
Wu Tian remained unmoved and glanced coldly at Dong He who was standing in the corner of the ring. He took out a white flying sword from the storage bag, put away the folding fan, pointed forward, and the white flying sword swished through the air. It came out and penetrated Dong He's body. His body once again turned into an afterimage and disappeared, appearing above the ring.
Seeing this, Wu Tian used his white flying sword to catch up with Dong He, and slashed across the air with his sword, cutting him in half. However, more afterimages soon appeared in the air. For a moment, even Wu Tian He also frowned.
Bang!
At the same time, under the crazy impact of the silver light, the golden light barrier was torn apart from behind Wu Tian.
Dong He seized the opportunity and appeared behind Wu Tian like a ghost, holding a silver spiritual sword and stabbing him mercilessly amidst the exclamations of the disciples.
"it's over!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the silver spiritual sword penetrated Wu Tian's chest, but strangely, no trace of blood spurted out from the wound.
Wu Tian slowly turned his head and said coldly: "Why do you see it?"
As he spoke, Wu Tian's whole body suddenly became strangely blurred, turning into a shining golden flying sword. When he reappeared, he was already behind Dong He. He put a hand on his right shoulder and pressed down hard. .
Click!
Along with the crisp sound of bone cracking, Dong He let out a scream, and the silver sword fell from his hand, half kneeling on the ground.
"Being able to maintain such agility while controlling a spiritual weapon is indeed worthy of praise. Unfortunately, this is just an ordinary ability among the opponents I have fought against in the past."
After saying that, the strength in his hand increased again, and with a bang, the ground collapsed, gravel flew away, Dong He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.
"Dong He is no longer able to fight anymore, Wu Tiansheng!" After saying that, Chang Ji waved his right hand, and Dong He was caught by an invisible force and caught by Zhao Li. There was a sound of admiration in the square.
Chang Ji said: "The next competition will be between Yang Kuang and Cen Yun!"
"It's your turn." Liu Huang said calmly.
Cen Yun nodded and walked towards the ring solemnly.
Chang Ji glanced at Cen Yun, then glanced around the ring. Seeing that no one was walking onto the ring, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Yang Kuang is here. If you don't compete in the ring, it will automatically be regarded as surrender."
As soon as he said this, Cen Yun looked under the ring in confusion and saw that the place where Yang Kuan was just now was now empty. Looking around the square, he could not be found, as if he had never appeared before.
"What's going on? Senior Sister Yang's spiritual power has disappeared..." Cen Yun thought to himself.
"It seems that she has given up on this competition. In that case, Cen Yun wins!" Seeing no one answered for a long time, Chang Ji immediately announced, "The next competition will be between Wu Tian and Cen Yun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sigh came from the square.
"This kid must be very lucky. Both Senior Brother Liu and Junior Sister Yang voluntarily gave up the competition. Could it be said that they colluded in advance?"
"Hmph, I think they are simply afraid of fighting against Senior Brother Wu, so they gave up the competition!"
"That's right, you have also seen what happened to Senior Brother Dong. What can he do as an eighth-level Qi refining boy? If he is wise enough to admit defeat now, he will suffer less!"
…
Listening to the waves of cynicism coming from below the ring, Cen Yun remained silent because he was about to face Wu Tian, the most powerful opponent in this palace examination!
"I thought I could fight her through this competition, but I didn't expect that you would be the one left behind in the end." Wu Tian waved his folding fan and said with disdain.
Cen Yun stared intently at Wu Tian. This face had almost become his inner demon. He wanted to tear it into pieces every moment. He took out the ink shadow and said hatefully: "Wu Tian, the pain that Senior Brother Su has endured." , I will repay you in full!"
Wu Tian had a slight displeasure on his face and said in a cold voice: "Ant, I've already spared your life, why do you push yourself to the limit and seek your own death?"
Cen Yun sneered and said: "You are as arrogant as ever. You think that you can trample on the lives and dignity of others just because you have unparalleled strength and qualifications at your level. Little do you know that the ant in your mouth will one day transform."
"Just you?" Wu Tian narrowed his eyes, his face full of sarcasm and disdain.
Chang Ji coughed dryly and said: "I don't care what personal grudges you have between you. The rules of the competition are until one party admits defeat or is unable to fight anymore. If you are ready, let's start!"
As the words fell, Cen Yun activated the sword technique, and black energy rose in the arena, and the whole person and the ink shadow disappeared into the black energy, disappearing without a trace.
"This device still has such capabilities, but as long as the black mist is blown away, you won't be able to hide your whereabouts like a mouse!"
As he spoke, Wu Tian waved the folding fan in his hand, and a strong wind swept in front of him, dispersing the surrounding black fog with a pop.
"Die!" At the same time, Cen Yun appeared from the sky with Mo Ying in hand, and struck Wu Tian's head with a sword. However, when he was about to touch Wu Tian, he felt a crisis in his heart. He did not hesitate. With a kick in the air, his body flew sideways and landed on the ring ten steps away.
"Why, aren't you going to attack?" Wu Tian turned around with a look of disdain on his face.
Cen Yun touched the left side of his face, and a tingling sensation suddenly hit him. The originally smooth skin seemed to have been cut open by a sharp knife, and a shallow blood stain appeared. He wondered in his heart: "What is going on? I didn't know it just now." I came into contact with him, but was injured by him invisibly. Could it be that he used his spiritual power to spread protective sword energy around his body?"
"Even Senior Brother Liu can't condense sword energy to such a fine level. It seems that if we want to find its flaw, we need to find another way..."
Thinking of this, Cen Yun took a deep breath, positioned his sword, and stepped on it with all his strength, crushing the ground to pieces. He was like an arrow leaving a string, and with the help of this huge thrust, he rushed towards Wu Tian and struck with his sword.
boom!
Amidst the loud noise, a white wall of light suddenly appeared in front of Wu Tian and caught Mo Ying. However, the powerful power transmitted from the sword still caused the light wall to vibrate violently, and where it came into contact with Mo Ying, even more There are traces of cracks.
"Huh?" Wu Tian's eyes narrowed, and he felt the pressure of the sword coming from the light wall, like a wild beast, causing the energy and blood in his body to begin to boil.
Cen Yun didn't give him any extra time to respond. The ink shadow in his hand turned into a sword light like a storm and struck the light wall violently. In just a moment, the light wall made a crisp "snap" sound from the middle, and the entire light wall shattered into pieces. Cracked.
"Die!" Before he finished speaking, the ink shadow in Cen Yun's hand was already chopped off.
Wu Tian put away the folding fan and blocked it in the air.
bump!
The two weapons collided, and a strong shock wave spread from the two of them.
Wu Tiangang wanted to use his spiritual power to counterattack, but Cen Yun opened his mouth and spit out a golden qi sword. He was so fast that he had no time to make any unnecessary movements. He was hit by the golden qi sword on his left shoulder and penetrated through his back.
A bright red blood flower slowly bloomed on Wu Tian's shoulder, as if everyone's breathing had stopped at this moment, and there was deathly silence in the square.
"This... this is impossible, this kid... he actually hurt Senior Brother Wu!?"
I don't know who suddenly blurted out this in this dead-like atmosphere. The disciples immediately burst into an uproar and looked at the scene in the arena in disbelief.
