Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 122 Just lack of time
This scene is as short as a blink of an eye, yet so long that it makes people stare at it for a long time.

The fire dragon hit the ground, like lava rolling around the world, and the sea of ​​fire filled the sky drowned You Su's figure.

What was completely different from last time was that Fairy Wangshu just stood quietly on the sidelines with no intention of getting up to save her.

The female disciples who had previously reminded their master to remember to rescue You Su were all anxiously tugging on their master's sleeves at this time, while these successful old people just sat quietly on the Immortal Platform, unmoved, with shock in their eyes.

The fifth elder ignored the monstrous fireworks below, his eyes focused on the young man whose clothes were almost burned to death in the sea of ​​​​fire. He sighed and rushed down.

At this moment, the red sword intent exploded, and the sword fire was like fireworks blooming in the sky, extremely gorgeous.

The ear-piercing sound of swords clashing exploded, and people who thought Yusu had already lost suddenly remembered that the two swords had just clashed!
Suddenly, a strong wind swept through them, and their long hair was blown away by the storm, violently flying back.

These sword fires filled with divine will were all blown away. Zhou Changwen looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. In the sparks of sword intent collision, he seemed to see the young man's dark eyes. These eyes were deep and sacred. Just looking at them made him feel a sense of surrender!
But when he took another closer look, his eyes had returned to normal.

Distracted to this point, he could no longer resist You Su's sword intent pouring out like a torrential rain, and his whole body flew straight out like dust mist blown up by the strong wind.

Zhou Changwen slowly closed his eyes and admitted his defeat, but a pair of heavy hands held his back, stopping his tendency to fly back.

The fifth elder clamped the edge of the sword tightly, looked into You Su's eyes, and gave the order:

Now that he had received the fifth elder's instruction, he no longer held back. With a burst of energy, he poured out more violent sword intent, and the feeling of countless hearts beating together appeared again!

The fifth elder was seen supporting his disciple with one hand, raising it slightly with the other hand, and using his two fingers together as a sword, he lightly clamped the edge of You Su's sword.

"Finish this sword."

When the smoke and dust in the sky dispersed, Zhou Changwen, who was being held by the fifth elder on his arm, had a look on his face, and his face was full of disbelief. Just now, he naively thought that he was only losing by a narrow margin, but now he realized the huge chasm between the two of them on the sword path.

The vast sword force met the immovable five elders like a mud cow sinking into the sea, melting into nothingness.

boom--

You Su knew that the outcome was decided and wanted to withdraw the Mo Song Sword.

He turned around and saw that it was his master who had committed suicide in person.

As soon as the words fell, the whole audience was in an uproar. Although they had seen it with their own eyes, they still felt the unexpected shock at the moment when the victory was actually announced.

The fifth elder held the back with one hand, calm and relaxed, and just nodded slightly:
"You win. The objection raised by Chi Hongfeng against you is immediately invalid."

In front of him, You Su stood quietly, sheathed his sword, bowed and said:
"Thank you, Fifth Elder."

On the platform in the sky, there was a flash of light, like a thunderbolt flashing past, or like a heavy rain pouring down, the sword fire that had not faded turned into a mist.

The surging Xuan Qi was still flowing through You Su's body, but Zhou Changwen's sword intent alone was completely unable to allow him to exert all his strength. The feeling that the Zhengyang Sword-raising Technique brought to him that he had to vent his emotions was becoming more and more intense at this moment. He could not take back these sword intentions, and he only felt unhappy.

Zhou Changwen's eyebrows darkened when he heard this.

You Su, who was in ragged clothes, bowed his hands and bowed, then turned and left staggeringly. Fairy Wangshu was already standing behind him, catching his falling figure, and then being held in her arms by Fairy Wangshu, step by step. The earth left this place.

Elder Liu stood on the sidelines, looking at the backs of his senior sisters and brothers and not knowing how to express his shock. When he just learned from the great elder that Venerable Lianjian, who had not accepted a disciple for decades, suddenly accepted a blind man as his disciple, he never thought that this blind man could reach this stage. The storm has settled, and all the immortals in the carved tower have left. In the huge Taichung, only the fifth elder and Zhou Changwen, a pair of masters and disciples, are left.

Zhou Changwen was well protected. He had no external injuries, but his face was slightly pale due to overdraft.

He stood up and lowered his head, wanting to say something but feeling stuck in his throat and unable to say it. With his hesitant look, it was difficult to associate him with the proud young swordsman who followed Venerable Chi Hong.

The fifth elder slowly stretched out his right hand and spread his unseen palm in front of Zhou Changwen.

On the broad palm with clear joints, there is a black line that is neither shallow nor deep, and the remaining sword intent is wrapped around it.

Zhou Changwen was shocked, "He, he could... hurt the master?!"

The fifth elder did not answer, but a piece of red light suddenly appeared in his palm. Surrounded by the red sword energy, the black line was swallowed up and disappeared.

"It's understandable that you can't take this sword." The fifth elder said calmly.

Hearing this, Zhou Changwen seemed to be discouraged and resigned to his fate. Although he was not injured, his body became more collapsed. He lamented:
"Sure enough, he is more powerful than the sword body..."

The fifth elder did not take back his hand, glanced at this disciple who was highly valued by him, and said:
"This is not because he is more powerful than the sword, he is just an ordinary person. You only saw his unrivaled sword power, but you didn't see that he wielded the sword countless times in the past eighteen years to obtain this sword. I mean. Some people are born swordsmen as soon as they hold a sword, but some people cut themselves into sword bones with one sword after another. If you are as diligent as him, he will not be your opponent."

Zhou Changwen was stunned. He still looked down at the fifth elder's hand. It was obviously the reborn Venerable Dongxu, but his palm, which should have been like a new baby, was covered with rough calluses.

Zhou Changwen bit his lower lip tightly, clenched his hands into fists, and didn't even have the courage to open his palms and take a look for himself.

"Go back to the peak and practice sword practice."

The fifth elder spoke indifferently, leaving Zhou Changwen with a tall figure behind him.

Zhou Changwen came back to his senses, his sword eyebrows suddenly became extremely resolute, his fists were clenched tighter, and even a trace of blood could be seen. He no longer hesitated and followed the master's back. His red robe seemed to be ignited by the fire in his heart and shone brightly.

……

"Venerable Suyin, how do the new disciples of my Xuanxiao Sect compare to those of your Qiming Sect?"

The gray-haired old man smiled lightly and stroked his beard. He was wearing a Taoist robe and a Taoist crown on his head. He was the head of the thirteen great elders of the Xuanxiao Sect.

Qiming Sect is the most powerful sect on Tianqi Mountain, and its status in Nanyang Continent is even greater than that of Xuanxiao Sect in Zhongyuan Continent.

Venerable Suyin is a skinny man and wears a loose robe with seven falling stars printed on it, which is the symbol of the elders of the Qiming Sect.

"Innate sword body is rare in the world. When it comes to swordsmanship alone, Tianqi Shenshan cannot find a junior with more talent than him. But he still lacks some character."

"Yes. So what does Venerable Suyin think this blind man lacks?"

Venerable Suyin pondered for a moment and then said leisurely:

"It's just time."

(End of this chapter)