On the second day, when the sky was shining all over the mountains, this competition also ushered in the final decisive moment.
The game hasn't even started yet, but Liuyun Square is already packed with people. Except for those who went out and had training tasks in the morning, almost all the thousands of disciples in Tianyu Mountain came to watch this competition to determine the number one disciple of the new generation.
"Come on, Senior Brother Shen. Senior Brother Shen keeps moving forward. Senior Brother Shen wins the championship in one fell swoop." After seeing Shen Bieyun on the stage, many female disciples in the audience cheered and cheered for him.
"Huh? Can you win if you shout louder?" Hua Qing'er turned her head to the side in disdain. Then he waved his right hand vigorously to Qing Ya on the stage, "Qing Ya, come on, come on, Senior Sister Jiang, you should also come on for him."
Jiang Ning on the side couldn't resist her, so she had to wave her fist to Qing Ya on the stage to cheer her up.
"The first match of the top 100 qualifying finals. The winner's group champion Shen Bieyun will face the loser's group champion Qing Ya. The game begins." After the referee announced the start of the game, the crowd of spectators fell silent instantly and looked at the stage intently. of two people.
"Junior Brother Qingya, please enlighten me." Shen Bieyun closed the folding fan with a wave of one hand. He pointed at Qingya in the void, and an invisible energy flew forward from the folding fan.
Qingya only felt his eyes looking at Shen Bieyun's hand distorted, and subconsciously flashed to the right. As soon as he took a step, he saw the bricks on the ground behind him being penetrated by a burst of energy.
The strength of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage really has a different response. This rapid and fierce energy alone is not something I can achieve at the moment. Moreover, this is just the tip of the iceberg of his total strength. He must have other trump cards.
After one blow, Qingya felt that Shen Bieyun was stronger than he originally expected.
Seeing that the blow missed, Shen Bieyun raised his hand and tapped the fan tail three times in the air, and the three qi energy flew out in a Z-shaped shape, blocking Qingya's hiding space. Qingya no longer dodges here, and presses his right hand on the hilt of the sword. Before the long sword is unsheathed, the dazzling golden light has already overflowed from the sheath.
Going, Qingya pulled out his long sword and drew a semicircle in front of him, and a golden sword energy like a crescent moon spread to all sides. The sword energy continued to expand as it advanced, and soon extended to the edge of the ring.
At this time, the giant dragons carved on the eight pillars around the arena seemed to have opened their eyes. As the light in the dragon's eyes lit up, the light curtain covering the arena also appeared. The sword energy emitted by Qingya hit the light. The curtain stopped expanding and flew straight forward.
The two moves met each other, and the three qi energy sent out by Shen Bieyun lost their sound when they met the golden sword light, like a mud cow entering the sea. The golden sword qi still pushed forward with overwhelming force.
Seeing that the move failed, Shen Bieyun was not surprised at all, as if he had already guessed the result. Then he flicked the folding fan in his hand open, and the silver light flashed on the opened folding fan. Then Shen Bieyun held the folding fan and drew a semicircle forward like Qing Ya just did, and rays of silver light were thrown out from the fan. , and then changed direction, a vertical sword light intertwined with the previous horizontal sword light, spreading forward.
The sword energy on both sides collided, erupting into a burst of dazzling white light, followed by wave after wave of energy waves centered around the explosion point. Both of them were forced back by the energy waves. Although there was a storm on the stage, the air waves immediately dissipated as soon as they hit the outer light curtain, without affecting the crowd below the stage at all.
The white light dissipated, and the result of the duel between the two people was revealed. The silver sword energy on the scene has disappeared without a trace. Although the golden sword energy has dimmed and has been torn apart at the edges, it still continues to fly forward unabated. But after all, it was the end of the crossbow. Shen Bieyun casually blocked it forward with the folding fan in his hand. The sword energy could no longer move forward and gradually dissipated.
Although Shen Bieyun's cultivation level is far higher than Qingya's, he mainly cultivates the secret technique of wind. His understanding and attainment of sword techniques are naturally not as good as Qingya's single-minded practice of sword moves. However, This gap was made up by his cultivation that was much higher than Qingya's.
Without giving the opponent any chance to breathe, Shen Bieyun over there had just blocked the last blow of the sword energy. Qingya immediately stepped forward and came to Shen Bieyun like an arrow from a string. The long-range duel was unsuccessful. Qingya immediately changed his strategy and turned into close combat.
Shen Bieyun had just raised his hand to receive the sword energy, but before he could resolve it, he saw Qingya on the opposite side coming to him at some point. At this moment, the long sword in his hand had turned into a huge nine-ring sword. Big knife. Behind Qingya, a huge statue of a god wearing golden armor appeared, holding the same broadsword in his hand, and slashed it down with the power of splitting mountains and rocks.
Mountains and rivers hold mountains and mountains.
Just as the light of Qingya's sword fell, a picture of mountains and mountains appeared on the folding fan in Shen Bieyun's hand. The three mountains and five mountains were so lifelike that they seemed to burst out of the paper. The light of the sword struck the folding fan, making a sound of metal collision. Qingya felt that the small folding fan in front of him was as hard to shake as the Taihang King's House.
Using his strength again, Qingya concentrated all his spiritual power on the weapon in his hand and pressed down. After a burst of energy, the golden sword light increased by another three points. Qingya held the sword in both hands and screamed in his throat, vowing to split the mountain and river in front of him into two.
Seeing that the picture on the folding fan was gradually breaking up, Shen Bieyun, who originally held the fan with one hand, had to use both hands to resist the attack in front of him. I saw huge waves suddenly emerging under the crumbling mountains, and the broken mountains and rivers gradually stabilized.
With a bang, the sword light dispersed, the mountains and rivers were shattered, and the two people who were in a stalemate were also knocked back one after another.
After taking seven consecutive steps back, Qingya steadied his steps. The long sword in his hand was already scarred in the previous competition, and it showed signs of breaking and collapsing after this impact.
Qingya knew that he had to end the fight as soon as possible, otherwise once the weapon shattered during the competition, he would definitely lose with his bare hands.
On the other side, Shen Bieyun was knocked back seven steps before he could stand firm. The mountains, rivers, lakes and seas on the folding fan in my hand have disappeared, leaving only a white fan surface.
"Although I have always told myself not to take it lightly just because my opponent's cultivation level is not high, your strength still exceeds my expectations. There is something unique about being able to defeat one strong opponent after another from the loser group to the finals."
Even though the two sides are now rivals, Shen Bieyun still does not hesitate to praise him.
"Senior Brother Shen is ridiculously complimentary. To be honest, I am at the end of my strength and cannot hold on for much longer. Senior Brother, please continue."
"Okay, let's end this competition as soon as possible. Changfeng breaks the waves."
After saying that, Shen Bieyun dropped a few small whirlwinds from the palm of his hand. As soon as these cyclones hit the ground, they continued to grow like a sponge soaked in water, and finally formed a dozen tornadoes that were as thick as two people's arms and more than one foot high, hovering around Shen Bieyun.
