Whew, sneer, sneer!
Yan Dazhi's flying sword is just a high-quality magic weapon, although the quality is not as good as Qian Wuhen's pair of gloves, but after being pinched by Qian Wuhen, it is still struggling violently, accompanied by the "snort" sound made by the violent friction between the flying sword and the golden wire glove, a cloud of green smoke rises. ￠，
Qian Wuhen's face changed slightly, and he suddenly threw out the flying sword he was holding in his hand, and the flying sword drew an arc three feet away, and then returned to Yan Dazhi's control.
However, at this time, everyone saw that the tip of the flying sword that was previously pinched by the golden wire glove had become much rougher, and the sword body was obviously damaged.
Qian Wuhen easily gained the upper hand and damaged the opponent's flying sword, and immediately mocked: "The Tanxi Sect is known as the largest sect in Xi County, and some people are even advocating that this Yuzhou No. 1 sect is afraid that it will fall on the head of the Tanxi Sect after shaking the Heavenly Sect, but looking at the strength of Yan Daoyou's cultivation, it makes Qian feel that the reputation of your sect is too unworthy of its name!"
This time the two sides seemed to have the upper hand in the fight between the two sides, and while the monks on the Yuzhou side were slightly disappointed, they also looked down on Yan Dazhi, who was barely the earliest among the three generations of monks.
However, Yang Junshan knew that Yan Dazhi's true strength was not just what was revealed on the surface, his real trump card was the dual cultivation of talismans and swords!
Sure enough, at the moment when Yang Junshan's thoughts had just fallen, Yan Dazhi snorted coldly, and a ball of natal true gang condensed above his head, and then turned into a blue-gold talisman, countless blue-gold light scattered out from the talisman, each of which turned into a sword light, melting towards the slightly damaged flying sword in mid-air.
Although the Origin True Gang is far inferior to the ability of Qing Shu Zhenren to manifest all things, this can only be done by completely transforming the spiritual power in his body into Gang Qi, which means that at this time, Yan Dazhi's cultivation has reached the peak of the Transformation Realm.
With the blessing of the natal talisman, Yan Dazhi's originally damaged flying sword suddenly let out a soft groan, and a brilliant sword light burst out from the sword body, stabbing straight into Qian Wuhen's chest.
Qian Wuhen's face had already changed when Yan Dazhi put out the natal talisman, and at this time, when he saw the sword light shooting, how could he dare to use the golden wire gloves in his hand to catch it, and hurriedly flew his hands again and again, and a little bit of golden light burst out from between his fingers, colliding with the flying sword light.
Zheng, Zheng, Zheng......
If there was a substantial sound of gold and iron coming from mid-air, although Yan Dazhi's golden hand was constantly delaying the flying sword light, it could never stop the sword light from approaching.
At the critical moment, Qian Wuheng shouted, and the gold that had originally extended to the forearms of both hands continued to extend backwards until half of the back arms of both hands turned into golden arms, and then held both hands empty, and two vitality hands took shape in mid-air, grabbing the flying sword light in one fell swoop.
Then Qian Wuhen blocked this sword light but didn't have time to breathe a sigh of relief, and he had already heard a burst of exclamations from the people watching the battle around him.
This killing intent was so close at hand that Qian Wuyuan stood there without daring to move at all, and the vitality giant hand and sword light in front of him all dispersed, but he saw Yan Dazhi standing not far away, looking at him with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
Looking back slightly, he saw that the flying sword that had been injured by his golden hand before was hovering three feet behind his head at this time, and once he dared to make a change, this flying sword could instantly pierce his head.
"Qian Daoyou, I accept!" Yan Dazhi smiled slightly.
Qian Wuhen snorted coldly, a look of indignation flashed on his face, and he walked towards the pergola where he was without saying a word.
Before Qian Wuhen returned to the pergola, someone couldn't help but stand up, Yang Junshan's face suddenly froze, but he saw that the person who got up was none other than the sword cultivator of the Wind and Snow Sword Sect who had previously formed a beam outside Shaotian Peak and had fought outside Yuanci Mountain before.
The moment the man got up, he also stared at Yang Junshan, and did not restrain the naked killing intent in his gaze, but where would Yang Junshan take this person to heart, when the two were both in the realm of great perfection, if this person hadn't escaped quickly, he would have almost fallen into the hands of Yang Junshan, this time the two of them both advanced to the real realm, this person didn't provoke him, once he was forced to make a move, Yang Junshan was also confident that he would defeat this person again.
Knowing that there was a festival between the two, Song Wei and Ying Tears looked at Yang Junshan for the first time, but saw that Yang Junshan's expression was flat and he couldn't see anything from his expression.
The disciple of the Wind and Snow Sword Sect was already standing in the school yard at this time, bowed his hand slightly to Qingshu Zhenren, and said: "The junior disciple of the Wind and Snow Sword Sect, Su Chengzong, has long heard the name of Song Wei Zhenren of your sect, and is the first person of the three generations of disciples of your sect to advance to the realm of real people.
Yang Junshan looked stunned, and Ying Tears obviously didn't expect it, and Chen Jizhenren, who was standing on the high platform, also inadvertently flashed a hint of worry on his face, everyone looked at Song Wei one after another, but saw that Song Wei was also slightly stunned, and then stood up and said: "Su Daoyou is the true heir of the first sect in Liangzhou, Song's strength is shallow, and I ask Su Daoyou's subordinates to show mercy!"
Then Su Chengzong smiled "hehe" and said: "Don't worry, I will show mercy to my subordinates in the future."
Song Wei couldn't help but be a little angry no matter how good his cultivation was, and after the scene, he said coldly: "In that case, please ask Su Daoyou to teach me!"
Su Chengzong sneered, didn't say much, and with a finger in his hand, a sword blade flew out of the cuff silently and went straight to Song Wei's chest.
Such a method of going straight to the middle palace obviously means having absolute confidence in his own strength, and similarly, it is also a kind of contempt for Song Wei's own strength.
Seeing that the other party was actually attacking so head-on, his heart was also competitive, and he sacrificed the high-grade magic weapon in his hand and crashed towards the flying sword with all his might.
Chen Jizhen took a step forward suddenly, but suddenly felt a sharp gaze staring at him, and when he followed the visitor's gaze, he saw a monk with a calm temperament and the same costume as Su Chengzong was smiling and nodding to him.
Jugang Realm monk, Chen Jizhen was shocked, the Wind and Snow Sword Sect is worthy of being the first sect in Liangzhou, and some of the three generations of disciples have already advanced to the Jugang Realm.
Chen Jizhenren was just concerned about the safety of his disciples, and had no intention of intervening in the fight, and the monks of the Wind and Snow Sword Sect obviously understood this, and quickly retracted their gaze, and at this time, under Su Chengzong's fierce attack, Song Wei was already retreating and completely at a disadvantage.
Although Song Wei was the first among Zhang Yueming and Ning Bin to advance to the real world, in fact, when it came to strength, he was almost the worst among the three.
In the face of Su Chengzong's repeated provocations, if he could calm down and deal with him in a fighting way, he might be able to make the scene look better, but unfortunately, after being hit by the opponent's fierce general, the two sides were fighting against each other, which was for Song Wei, who was not strong, but he was attacking the other's strengths with his own shortcomings, and the situation of fighting quickly became a one-sided situation.
Su Chengzong had the upper hand, and his shots became more and more ruthless and sharp, Song Wei was already caring about one thing and losing the other, and there were dangers, which made the disciples of the Shaking Heaven Sect who were watching the battle exclaim from time to time, sweating for him.
At this time, when Yang Junshan's afterglow swept away, the Chen Jizhenren he saw calmed down.
Yang Junshan was slightly puzzled, could it be that Song Wei still had a way to turn the tables in such a situation?
At this moment, Su Chengzong, who was at the peak of excitement in the field, shouted: "Go down!"
Countless sword lights scattered and wandered in the school field, and with his shout, they all condensed into a huge lightsaber in mid-air, slashing towards Song Wei from top to bottom.
This Su Chengzong obviously did not stay behind, and his face still had a cruel excitement, if this blow was really implemented, Song Wei would at least be severely damaged.
However, seeing that Su Chengzong was about to succeed, a large umbrella suddenly appeared above Song Wei's head, countless sword lights slashed down, but the advanced broke and bounced off, although Song Wei held the Nine Palaces Umbrella to block Su Chengzong's thunderous blow, but the huge strength still penetrated into the body through the middle-grade spiritual weapon in his hand, and a mouthful of blood spewed out under the injuries of his internal organs.
Su Chengzong's sword light converged, his eyes stared at the umbrella in Song Wei's hand, and he said unwillingly: "Middle-grade guardian spiritual weapon!"
"Ahem," Song Wei turned pale and said: "Su Daoyou has a high cultivation base, Song is not an opponent!"
Song Wei had already admitted defeat, Su Chengzong snorted coldly and wanted to return, two disciples of the Shaking Heaven Sect quickly came to the school to help Song Wei, but Song Wei politely refused and insisted on walking on his own.
This Su Chengzong was not competing at all, but coming to kill people!
Zhang Yueming looked cold and stood up suddenly, but he heard Zhu Barong beside him scold: "What are you doing, do you want a wheel battle, sit down!"
Zhang Yueming's expression became more and more cold, he coldly glanced at Su Chengzong with a sneering face in the distance, and sat back on the high platform without saying a word.
At this time, a monk walked out of the pergola where the monks from other states were located, and this person was Zeng Qichang, a disciple of the Sangzhou Qianhu Sect who had previously made a provocative statement at the banquet.
Zeng Qichang arched his hands towards the Qingshu Zhenren on the stage, and said with a smile: "In the lower Qianhu Sect Zeng Qichang, I think you have already recognized it, Sangzhou, where the Qianhu Sect is located, is in the south of Yuzhou, adjacent to Yuzhou Zhang and Yao counties, and I heard that the biggest sects in Zhang and Yao counties are the Tianlangmen and the Kailing Sect, so I specially ask the real monks of these two sects for advice."
The ice wolf stood up and shouted: "Why, Your Excellency is so arrogant, do you want to challenge me and Fang Daoyou?"
Zeng Qichang smiled slightly and said: "If the Ice Wolf Daoist feels that his strength is not good, it is okay to join forces with Fang Daoist!"
"Arrogant," the ice wolf said angrily: "Let the real person meet you for a while to see how many pounds you have!"