On the ladder to heaven, some people are fast, some are slow, and some are walking leisurely and leisurely.
However, the gravity of only three times the maximum is not a big problem for these elites in the world.
For almost an hour, they all stood in the sword palace.
At this time, the scene in the Sword Palace was not clear to outsiders.
Everyone in Zixiao Palace focused their attention, waiting for Cao Zhe to say something and move to Jian Palace so that they could continue to watch the battle at close range.
Unexpectedly, Cao Zhe just stretched out his hand and moved the water in the stone Bagua basin in the palace with his fingertips.
The next moment, the originally clear water basin actually reflected the scene in the main hall of the Sword Palace.
Everyone couldn't help but marveled again.
"Everyone is laughing at me. Small optical tricks are not worth mentioning." Cao Zhe said.
Everyone immediately started a new round of flattery frenzy, and their inner monologue was probably: "I believe you, you are a bad Taoist priest."
Damn it, Cao Zhe really used optical principles.
It's just that the true energy formed multiple mirrors in the air, refracting the scene in the Sword Palace many times!
At the same time, in the square halfway up the mountain, the scene in the Sword Palace was projected on the low-pressure clouds.
Of course, people in the arena were amazed again.
At this time, in the Sword Palace, the fight between each other seemed to have begun.
Time is tight, it’s just a day.
Winning ten games in a row, how easy is it?
If you lose one of the ten games, you have to start over.
Not only that, if the two are evenly matched, the fight will probably take a lot of time.
At this time, of course, the wisdom of these Jianghu people is tested.
The rules themselves have loopholes.
For example, a group of people agree to build bridges and ladders for each other to help each other, and then a small number of people will completely serve as stepping stones, and will eventually be eliminated. The other people who advance will compensate this group of people, and they can achieve success in a very short period of time. , a large number of completed ten consecutive victories.
However, this is only a possibility.
For most people in the world who lack the spirit of cooperation and contract, as well as mutual trust, they believe more in the weapons in their hands.
Some people use the privilege of being among the top 100 to choose their opponents to bully the weak.
There are also people who aim at the opponent they want to challenge at a glance and then prepare to attack.
At this time, in the chaotic Sword Palace, the most eye-catching battle took place between Yuan Bupo and Baishu.
Taoist Baishu looks like he is only around thirty years old, but his hair is already full of white hair. What he is best at is the Xuanming Divine Palm created by him.
This palm technique is sinister and vicious, and many masters in the world have suffered losses.
This Taoist is a member of a well-known evil sect in the world, and is by no means a good person.
But for some reason, he dared to come to Wudang Mountain to participate in the martial arts conference.
Could it be that it’s really about the rewards for the top few?
As for joining the Wu-Dang Clan...if he is not dizzy, he shouldn't hope for it.
With his bad record, even if he won the first place, Cao Zhe would not be able to accept him. It is even more likely that he would be disdainful and just press him to death.
As for whether there will be any adverse effects...
Will Cao Zhe worry about this?
Isn't it Zhang Zhenren who writes the rules of the arena?
He said yes, of course there were no taboos.
His eyes returned to the Sword Palace.
No nonsense, the two figures have collided in one place.
Although the power of Taoist Baishu's palms is sinister and cold, the palms themselves are extremely subtle. They are not like most poisonous palm martial arts, which only rely on the advantage of viciousness.
Not only that, this palm technique has also entered the ranks of outdoor scenes.
While waving his palms, cyan-blue palm prints could be seen flying out from time to time, and behind Taoist Baishu, a dark cyan eyeless poisonous snake vaguely appeared.
Yuan Bupo's side is still an iron sword, which is watertight.
The extremely simple sword moves are, in a sense, the ones with the least flaws and the least loopholes.
Although he failed to show any external momentum, he fought back and forth with the Baishu Taoist without falling into the slightest disadvantage.
The heads of the Zixiao Palace watched with great interest.
From time to time, they would make a decent comment or two, as if they were really qualified to interrupt.
"This Baishu Taoist is indeed a strong man in the evil way. Such a Xuanming Divine Palm, if it were not for the Wudang Divine Art, I'm afraid there won't be many who can rival it if it is placed aside." The leader of the Dian Cang Sect launched again. The ability to flatter someone hard.
Cang Bi, the leader of Kongtong, said: "Otherwise, my Kongtong's Seven Injury Fist will definitely be better than this so-called Xuanming Divine Palm."
As soon as this statement came out, many people mocked him for his bold words.
But Cang Bi took part of the sarcasm as a compliment, and the smile on her face became brighter.
Cao Zhe's attention was not in the Sword Palace at all at this time.
The fingers caged in the sleeves quietly shook the bell.
Then he continued to watch the battle as if nothing had happened, chatting with Huang Xiang, Shaolin Abbot and others around him from time to time.
In the Sword Palace, the fight between Yuan Bupo and Taoist Baishu did not last long.
Taoist Baishu has deep internal strength and excellent palm skills, but he still cannot break through Yuan Bupo's sword net.
On the contrary, Yuan Bupo's step-by-step contraction of his sword power has forced Taoist Baishu into an unavoidable situation.
With no other choice, Taoist Baishu made a desperate move and pushed out a piece of frost with his hands.
Ice flakes also condensed on the surrounding ground.
As the palm wind passed by, many people in the martial arts world who were fighting nearby were affected one after another.
And the strong and huge palm power shrouded Yuan Bupo like a thick fog, like a poisonous snake opening its mouth to devour him.
Yuan Bupo was still unhurried, but he put away the iron sword and instead pulled out the toy-like wooden sword on his waist.
The wooden sword thrust out.
In Zixiao Palace, three surprised sounds sounded almost at the same time.
The sources of the voices are Dugu, Hong and Huang in the wooden sword.
Others don't have the eyesight to see at a glance that Yuan Bupo's sword is not simple.
At this time, the simple wooden sword in Yuan Bupo's hand seemed to have passed through every omission in Taoist Baishu's palm technique.
Although the powerful palm power seems to be vicious and vicious, there are still uneven distribution of palm power.
The fragile wooden sword happened to tear through those uneven weak points sharply and quickly.
Natural, light and simple!
Smooth as satin.
The sword fell, and one of Taoist Baishu's palms fell to the ground.
Then Taoist Baishu let out a muffled groan, picked up the broken palm at the wrist, turned around and left the main hall of the Sword Palace at full speed.
Although he didn't leave a harsh word behind.
But the vicious look he looked at Yuan Bupo before leaving, and the resentful expression on his face, said everything.
"A hundred losses?"
"I haven't killed demons before, but he dares to go up the mountain by himself?"
"Since he is injured! Then don't let him go down the mountain! Stay in Wudang Mountain to recuperate!" He Zudao saw the look in Taoist Baishu's eyes and said.
But the words have not yet fallen.
The next moment, the earth suddenly shook, as if the entire mountain was shaking violently.
The large formations that shrouded Wudang Mountain layer by layer all rippled violently at the same time.
"The earth dragon turned over?"
"Be careful, the earth dragon has turned over!"
Someone exclaimed loudly.
Before everyone could recover, they saw a giant python with golden scales all over its body and a single horn on its head. It seemed to tear through the clouds and poke its head down from the clouds.
Staring coldly at all the people who looked relatively small to it.
