The first one to take action was naturally Mark Zhi. After all, he had been holding back a burst of anger before, so he took action quickly.
Gu Xiaotian in the audience seemed a little excited.
Although Wen Moyin is the person with the highest level in Taibai this time, if you really think about it carefully, you have never seen Wen Moyin take action.
However, at present, Wen Moyin seems to be confident in everything he encounters. Probably only those with high realm and strong strength can have such confidence.
Mark swung out his sword with astonishing intent.
After all, he is also the strongest person in this Heavenly Sword Sect, and his cultivation of sword skills has naturally reached an advanced level. ..
Wen Moyin didn't avoid it at all. Gu Xiaotian was horrified. If he didn't avoid this sword, the consequences would be disastrous.
Wen Moyin took out a talisman from nowhere, and a layer of golden light appeared around him, blocking Mark's attack.
However, Mark Zhi did not stop his movements. He also knew that this simple knife alone could not hurt Wen Moyin at all.
His set of sword rules is a series of swords, each sword is stronger than the last, and the sword's power also rises linearly.
The second sword was swung out, still hitting Wen Moyin's golden body.
But if you look carefully, you can find that there is a crack in the golden light around Wen Moyin.
The third sword was swung, and Mark Zhi's sword actually gathered several rays of red light, which looked very frightening.
Wen Moyin also understood that this sword must not be taken forcefully, so he retreated continuously.
Mark Zhi naturally would not give Wen Moyin this chance. Seeing that his feet were agile, Wen Moyin only stepped back one foot, while Mark Zhi had already advanced three feet!
"boom!"
Along with a loud noise, the place was filled with smoke.
No one knew what was going on in the field. Wei Chengshan stood up on the stage at this time. He understood that if the two Qiushui realms faced each other and used their killing moves without reservation, the consequences would be serious.
When the smoke cleared, Mark Zhi still stood coldly on the stage holding a knife.
Opposite Mark, Wen Moyin smiled and seemed not to be affected by the sword skills at all.
Wen Moyin held a talisman in his hand and joked: "Mark Zhi, your sword skills have indeed improved compared to before, but unfortunately, it is just an improvement."
Gu Xiaotian asked Wukong Wen Moyuan in the audience what talisman he was using. Anyone with a discerning eye could see Mark's sword, and the power of the last sword could not be easily blocked.
Wu Kong slowly said: "The attraction talisman can absorb all the energy that comes with the opponent's attack into the talisman paper, but the same talisman also requires a lot of energy to be activated."
Wen Moyin looked at the talisman paper in his hand. The talisman paper was completely stained red. It seemed that the red light from the knife just now was the true energy condensed by Mark Zhi himself.
After throwing away the talisman paper in his hand, Wen Moyin took out another new talisman paper and shouted: "Here comes the sword!"
I saw the wind blowing loudly all around, and with the sound of wind, there were actually dozens of swords flying from the sky, heading straight towards Mark!
Mark Zhi didn't dare to neglect, he immediately covered his whole body with the knife and spun around in circles.
Dozens of flying swords in the sky hit Markzhi directly, and Markzhi quickly circled on the spot, only to see swords flying towards him being knocked away one after another.
After knocking dozens of swords away one by one, Mark put his hand in his mouth and blew a long whistle.
No one knew what Mark was doing or what the whistle meant.
But after this whistle, an eagle flew out of nowhere in the sky and stabbed Wen Moyin in the face.
Wen Moyin had never seen this move before, let alone why the eagle flew here.
The flying eagle was extremely fast and flew past Wen Moyin in an instant. After Wen Moyin let out a scream, it circled back and landed on Mark Zhi's shoulder.
This is Mark's surprising method of winning.
Tian Dao Sect has always focused on swords, but there are many people who raise flying eagles in private.
There may be very few people who can tame a flying eagle, and Mark Zhi is one of those very few. He has tamed his flying eagle so obediently that he only acts by listening to Mark Zhi's whistle.
Markzhi stroked the eagle's feathers and patted the eagle gently. The eagle immediately circled up and disappeared into the clouds.
Wen Moyin covered her eyes, bright red blood seeping out of her hands.
Mark Zhi laughed, "Wen Moyin, aren't you crazy? Now that you have been pecked out of one eye by my flying eagle, why don't you just admit defeat?"
Of course, Wen Moyin's eyes were not blinded by the peck, but the flying eagle pecked people with extremely fierce force, and Wen Moyin did not react, which allowed the flying eagle to succeed.
Now Wen Moyin is temporarily unable to open his right eye, resulting in temporary blindness in one eye.
Wen Moyin was not upset, she tore off a piece of his clothes and gently wiped the blood from his right eye, "I really underestimated you, Mark Zhi, but do you know what the consequences will be if you touch my face?"
Wen Moyin only had his left eye open, but his eyes at this time were extremely fierce.
Mark Zhi was startled by Wen Moyin's eyes. He had traveled around the world and had seen too many desperadoes, and their eyes had also been fierce, but Mark Zhi had never been frightened.
Seeing Wen Moyin's fierce eyes at this time, Mark Zhi felt worried in his heart.
Afterwards, Mark Zhi calmed down and said, "Don't scare me. I'm better than you with your mouth. If you have any skills, just use them."
Wen Moyin smiled, his figure flashed quickly, and he rushed in front of Mark Zhi in an instant.
Just when Mark wanted to lift the knife to block it, he found that his hands were as if they were tied with a thousand kilograms of dark iron, so heavy that it was difficult to even lift the knife.
Before Mark could take a closer look, a pain suddenly came from his chest, like a thunder piercing his heart. It didn't take long before he was numbed by electricity.
If you can't fight head-on, then you have to look for opportunities to retreat.
But Wen Moyun never gave Mark a chance to retreat. He followed the same pattern and pasted two talismans on Mark's legs. Mark's legs were like hands, and he was suffering from a thousand pounds of pain, unable to move.
Mark Zhi was also panicked. He couldn't understand.
He and Wen Moyin were both in the Qiu Shui realm, but he didn't see Wen Moyin's actions just now, but in the blink of an eye, there were already many talismans on his body.
Wen Moyin was holding the talisman high at this time, and thousands of water streams gathered from all directions.
Together.
Ten ways.
Thousands of ways.
Connect in series.
Gather into a sword!
Mark wanted to resist, but his hands and feet were restrained, and he was unable to block it. At the moment, he could only mobilize all the energy in his body to block it forcefully.
Mark wanted to mobilize the true energy in his body, but as soon as he did so, a bone-piercing pain immediately lingered throughout his body.
This was the effect of the talisman on Mark's chest.
The talisman on Mark's chest is called the "Heavenly Thunder Talisman". Not only can the person affected by this talisman feel the pain of thunder piercing the heart, it can even block the true energy, making it impossible for the recipient to mobilize the true energy in the body.
It was just a small competition. Mark Zhi had no intention of risking his life and repeatedly begged for mercy: "Wen Moqin, you win, I give up!!!"
But Wen Moyin didn't stop his movements at all, and the sword formed by thousands of water flows quickly flew towards Mark.
Mark Zhi cried and shouted for help on the stage, "Mr. Wei, I surrender, I surrender."
Everyone understands that the sword formed by this stream of water is extremely powerful. If the body is protected by true energy, it can block most of the attacks, but it will still be severely injured.
But at this time, Mark Zhi was unable to mobilize his true energy at all, and blocking the sword with his body was undoubtedly seeking death.
Wei Chengshan still considered the overall situation, it was just Ou Ju Haishan's assessment. If anyone died, Tiandao Sect would probably mobilize troops.
Wei Chengshan jumped down from the ring, raised his hand slightly, and blocked the water sword.
The water sword collapsed, and the water flows that were still gathered together fell to the ground one after another, making a "crash" sound.
Mark Zhi was relieved and saw that he had saved his life. His legs weakened and he collapsed on the ground.
Wen Moyin stepped forward, but Wei Chengshan immediately stopped her and said, "The competition is over. If you want to take people's lives, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Wen Moyin reluctantly opened her right eye, "Mr. Wei, you are here, and you are still afraid that I will take someone's life? Don't worry, I just had a good talk with Mark Zhi."
Wei Chengshan also understood the mystery of this sentence, but he was only protecting the lives of those who participated in the assessment, and he would not interfere with unnecessary grudges.
Wen Moyin bypassed Wei Chengshan and came to Mark Zhi's side, squatting down and facing Mark Zhi: "If you hurt one of my eyes, then I will hurt one of yours. Can this debt be settled?"
Mark Zhi was a little frightened. Even though Wen Moyun had already won, he still wanted to be aggressive. Isn't it a bit unreasonable?
Mark Zhi shook his head repeatedly, "This time, my skills are inferior to others, and I am willing to be inferior. Why are you so aggressive? Are you really not afraid of Mr. Wei's attack?"
Wen Moyin had already taken out the dagger hidden in his waist. Instead of talking nonsense with Mark Zhi, he swung the dagger in his hand and scratched Mark Zhi's right eye.
Mark Zhi screamed in pain, covered his right eye, and said angrily: "Wen Moyin, are you really not afraid of my Heavenly Sword Clan if you do this?"
After Wen Moyin finished his work, he wiped all the remaining blood on Mark Zhi's clothes and said calmly: "Tiandaomen, if you have the ability, come."
Afterwards, Wen Moyin walked off the ring.
Mark Zhi was also taken off the ring by the other junior disciples of Tiandaomen, and the competition ended.
If Wen Moyin used his killing move as soon as he came up, it would definitely be a one-sided crushing.
Mark had no room for maneuver at all.
Wen Moyin walked to the audience with a wry smile on her face, "I'm done with it. I didn't expect Mark Zhi to still have a hidden agenda."
Bai Yunxuan came forward to check Wen Moyin's injuries, applied some plaster on Wen Moyin's right eye, and warned: "Come back to me in three days to apply the plaster, and I guarantee there will be no scars."
With Bai Yunxuan's guarantee, Wen Moyin breathed a long sigh of relief and said thank you.
After all, you are still a woman, and it is definitely impossible to say you don't care about scars.
Mark Zhi, who was sent to the audience on the other side, looked extremely disappointed and said to the only junior sister: "Junior sister, senior brother will not be able to protect you from now on. You need to be careful in everything."
There was a hint of disgust in the little junior sister's eyes, but she still smiled and said sweetly: "What are you talking about, senior brother? You have already taken good care of me, so let me help senior brother get revenge."
Mark Zhi nodded, and with the help of everyone, he walked to the medical center.
As soon as Mark left, the expression of the young junior sister of Daomen that day immediately turned vicious, and her tone was no longer the sweet tone before, "You guys, please follow my orders from now on. Mark, this loser, is really unreliable."
The rest of the people nodded in agreement, complimented him, and even belittled Mark from time to time.
The junior sister put her hands on her hips and nodded with satisfaction.
The rest of the Tiandao Clan felt relieved when they saw the junior sister like this, and broke into a cold sweat for themselves.
Relieved to have escaped.
