After Mo Yuheng went through several rounds of competition, one person got a bye in the fourth round, and the remaining 14 people played 7 games to enter the next round.
There are a total of 8 people in the fifth round.
Yichuan and Mo Yuheng immediately gave up when faced with the result. They fought against Mo Yuheng last time and knew that the opponent was now stronger and no longer his match.
Now that the master is here, he can no longer embarrass himself, so he grits his teeth and walks off the stage.
Everyone's jaws almost dropped. This was the single spirit-gen genius in the eyes of the proud Yichuan, the object of everyone's envy.
Break all the thoughts they had about him.
Excluding one person, only 4 people remain in the next 6th round.
Mo Yuheng happened to meet Xu Huai in the first game, and the collision created a strong spark.
Many new disciples cheered, some of them sincerely, and some of them cheered for the two sides who were blocked.
Mo Yuheng walked up calmly. Even though Mo Yuheng looked weak on the outside, there was a look of perseverance between his eyebrows.
Because it only shows that the ice spirit root is affected by it, and the body emits cold air and is extremely cold.
The monks with lower cultivation level than her dared not look directly at her.
"Yu Heng, you and I should have had a fight long ago."
Xu Huai waved his hand, and a blue sword appeared in his hand.
He held his hands tightly and stabbed forward, his hair and clothes slowly floating around his body.
A flying sword also appeared in Mo Yuheng's hand, spinning around: "You're right, come on."
Xu Huai snorted coldly, and countless swords suddenly appeared around Jiao Die in his hands, emitting a cold light.
Stabs at Mo Yuheng one after another.
Mo Yuheng snorted and let go of the flying sword, and countless blue flying swords also appeared around his body.
And it still smells cold.
Xu Huai was stunned for a moment: "How is this possible?"
True Lord Wuji was rarely present, so he ignored his apprentice's previous performance and didn't care about the weird looks or cynicism others gave him.
In any case, these are not painful, Yuanying Zhenjun will not fight because of this matter, they are just bickering with each other to pass the boring time.
But now he is very surprised, how can Mo Yuheng know the swordsmanship of Zhenjun Yuanshui? Isn't it said that it can only be passed down to direct disciples?
Falling Water Sword Technique:
Three thousand fell into the water.
Take only one scoop.
Still as pine.
The water ripples.
Immersed in silence.
A total of these 5 moves constitute the Falling into the Water sword technique, and Mo Yuheng actually used the first move of Three Thousand Falling into the Water.
"Zhenjun Yuanshui, have you handed Mo Yuheng your sword skills?"
You can't blame Zhenjun Wuji for saying this now. What's strange is that he rarely speaks.
If you ask such a question directly now with no beginning or end, some people will not understand and want to go somewhere else.
You look at me, I look at you.
Look at Fusang, Yuan Shui, Mo Yuheng and others...
The expressions are meaningful, and looking at each other means that you and I both know.
Only Zhenjun Yuanshui understood what the other party said. He had become famous in a battle with the falling sword technique.
Many people are coveting the sword skills in his hand and want to ask for it from him.
True Lord Wuji is one of them. This is the method and basis for his fame, if he really leaves it to others.
Where does he have a foothold? Couldn't he seize his weakness and attack it?
Because of this thought, he categorically refused Wuji Zhenjun's request for sword skills.
But who can tell him this?
How could Mo Yuheng know this swordsmanship?
And although the first move of Three Thousand Falling into the Water is a bit unfamiliar, it is rough and stylish.
Directly enter the threshold and familiarize yourself with the lifting methods.
Mo Yuheng had clearly seen the first sword technique used by Xu Huai before, and transformed into countless water swords.
Integrating the artistic conception of Three Thousand Falling into the Water Sword into it, the entire sword becomes very heavy and cannot be controlled by ordinary people.
Unless you are a person with extraordinary spiritual awareness, or you have a special physique.
And Xu Huai was born with a sword, so he was naturally able to control it easily.
Mo Yuheng was able to use it to feel his Chaos Holy Body, or it was because his spiritual consciousness was powerful.
The swords in my hands become numerous and blend into my own artistic conception.
Her Tao is the unity of ten thousand swords, and she has already mastered the artistic conception of all swords. She can naturally see the path of Zhenjun Yuanshui's Falling into the Water Sword Technique. Although it is unfamiliar to use for the first time, she knows the path.
Mo Yuheng has a strong understanding and is able to practice the sword skills used by the opponent in the Dead Sea.
It feels incredible.
"How is this possible?"
Many golden elixir masters were extremely shocked, even Nascent Soul Master Yuanying was very surprised if he was calmer.
"How could you master my master's Falling into the Water sword technique of Three Thousand Falling into the Water?"
"What's impossible?"
Mo Yuheng controlled all the swords to fly out quickly, and using the mysterious magic formula with both hands, countless swords flew out and collided.
The sword that attacked the opponent exploded, and the surrounding area was filled with a lot of exploding sword energy, quickly shooting countless sparks in all directions.
Traces were constantly being cut on the ground, which shocked the new disciples below.
All the swords of the two collided continuously. After the attack was completed, there was no damage to either side.
"Just take one scoop." Xu Huai shouted.
Mo Yuheng followed the opponent's control, put his hands together, and all the swords flew into the sky, constantly joining together and overlapping.
It turned into a blue and extremely cold sword that floated and then collided with each other.
"Mo Yuheng, let me see how much spiritual energy you have that you can use up with me."
"Then you can give it a try."
The double dantian is no joke, otherwise it would be impossible to defeat the foundation-building monk.
Xu Huai felt something was wrong. The huge sword screens from both sides attacked together, and the strong energy continued to spread in all directions.
Roaring sounds continued to erupt in the middle of the attack.
Although Xu Huai was at a loss and wondered how Mo Yuheng knew how to use the falling sword technique?
Too smart, now is not the time to get entangled.
When the opponent's understanding of this move is very little and immature, use the strongest force to continuously input attacks to suppress it.
I want to use this move to knock the opponent out and win the game.
The powerful spiritual input in Mo Yuheng's hand constantly modified the power of the falling sword technique through her spiritual sense, trying to see how she could defeat the opponent in this way.
It was indeed effective, and he gradually became mature and mastered the swordsmanship in his hands.
Xu Huai, who still wanted to take advantage of the loophole, screamed secretly, and tried his best to channel spiritual power into it, and the powerful attacks became more and more destructive. His face quickly turned pale.
The acupoints that were finally opened and filled with spiritual energy quickly dimmed.
It seemed as if he was about to escape from his control and attack.
The spiritual energy in my hand keeps running wild, and I feel so panicked that I don’t know what to do?
Gritting his teeth tightly, he didn't want to lose this game like this. He couldn't bear the loss.
To be strong like that, you will never bow your head and admit defeat.
Absolutely not.
He must prove that the master was right to accept him as his disciple. Mo Yuheng's talent is not as good as his.
Sure enough, because of the thoughts in his heart, his strength increased to a higher level.
The attacks on my hands are getting stronger and stronger.
Mo Yuheng felt vaguely depressed, but the attack on his hand was not buffered at all.
He decisively input his spiritual power and snorted coldly. He used the magic formula and rushed forward quickly, regardless of the powerful sword light that kept impacting her.
He stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and his whole body's aura suddenly changed dramatically.
(End of chapter)
