Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 127 The Advantages of Sword Control

Everyone looked intently upon hearing this, and after a moment, they nodded in understanding, saying, "That's true. But even if it's just a little bit of spiritual energy, it's not something that ordinary Qi Condensation disciples can contend with."

The square-faced man smiled even more, nodded and looked to the side, but found that the expression of the male cultivator named Xiao had not changed at all.

He frowned, then shook his head and sneered, continuing to look at the stage.

"boom!"

The golden-red flying sword pierced the phantom, but it seemed like it hit a real object.

Chu Li did not dare to be careless because he had just seen the Foundation Establishment cultivator in Zifenglin summon the phantom of the ancient tree. He immediately drove the golden red flying sword to vibrate continuously, waving countless sparks that all rolled towards the phantom.

Jiang Cheng, who had barely summoned the phantom, closed his eyes at this time, as if he had given up resistance. Only the phantom of the ancient tree behind him lit up slightly.

In an instant, sparks appeared one after another in the sky, but before they could leave any shadows, they mysteriously went out one after another.

Chu Li's expression, which had not changed for a long time, finally moved, and he looked straight at the shadow of the ancient tree that was flickering.

In the instant just now, he realized that the spiritual energy he used to maintain Mars had been completely absorbed by the phantom...

Jiang Cheng slowly opened his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the battle had not lasted more than a quarter of an hour so far, the pressure he felt was indeed considerable.

As soon as they met, his top-grade defensive magic weapon was damaged, forcing him to waste his mana to block the inexplicable spark, and then he was forced into Chu Li's repeated attacks and couldn't get rid of it.

But fortunately, he is not without a trump card...

"Fellow Daoist Chu, if you only have the advantage of Mars, I'm afraid you will lose this battle to Jiang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Cheng swung his hand and shot out a green wooden string, which was accompanied by a circle of light emitted by the shadow and turned towards Chu Li.

Chu Li frowned, clasped his hands together again, and shook out a sky full of sparks to meet the wooden skewer.

But the result was the same as last time. Before the sparks even made contact, they went out silently in an instant.

"Hahaha... Fellow Daoist Chu, listen to Jiang's advice. Instead of creating some inexplicable flames, which is neither fish nor fowl, why not return to the mountain gate and practice sword control for a few years before competing with others!"

Jiang Cheng laughed loudly several times and did not hold back any more. The next moment, the emerald green wooden string shone brightly. With the help of the ancient tree's shadow behind him, the rotation speed became faster and faster. If you only looked at the surface, it had already become an emerald green ring.

The ring rushed towards Chu Li with a roar, bringing up a swirling gust of wind, which was blocked by a small golden bowl that Chu Li had sacrificed.

"Pah, pah..." Several golden lamps closer to the arena were blown out by the wind one after another because they had no magical power to protect them.

Even the clothes of many disciples who were leaning over to talk in private were rustling.

"No wonder Zi Fenglin has become increasingly arrogant in recent years, constantly competing with the Sword Questioning Pavilion. Putting aside other things, just look at this Qi Condensation disciple. He's no worse than him, and may even be better..."

"Shut up! How dare you say the word 'arrogant'? After the banquet, follow me to apologize to Senior Liu!"

In the hall, no matter how quiet the whispers were, they could not escape the consciousness of the foundation-building cultivators. The square-faced man naturally heard the discussion, but he ignored the word "arrogant" and did not get angry. Instead, he smiled and nodded continuously.

"Ka...ka..."

The teeth-grinding sound continued to be heard. The small golden bowl hanging in the air kept shaking and had already been slightly deformed. It was obvious that it could not hold out for much longer.

Jiang Cheng also kept on laughing. Seeing Jin Wan's embarrassment, he didn't show it on his face, but secretly tried even harder.

Chu Li completely ignored the scene in front of him. He lowered his eyes slightly, glanced at the golden-red flying sword in his hand, and muttered to himself.

"You're right, these messy things...are really no match for sword control."

His voice was weak, as if he was talking to Jiang Cheng, but also as if he was talking to himself. He suddenly raised his hand and flicked the blade of the golden-red flying sword lightly.

"clang!"

A clear sound as if made by the flying sword itself attracted everyone's attention, and they all came over.

The next moment, as Chu Li's thoughts moved, Chen Mu and the others only saw a dazzling golden line slashing from bottom to top towards the emerald green ring.

"Click—"

The ring's rotation suddenly stopped, and then it fell straight to the ground as if it had lost its support.

The golden thread did not stop for a moment, and the emerald green wooden string that had been so powerful just now could not stop it at all!

Jiang Cheng's eyes widened, and without thinking too much, he quickly closed his eyes and focused all his energy on driving the shadow of the ancient purple maple tree behind him.

"As long as you can survive this blow, I will win!"

"Om..."

The golden line passed through the shadow of the ancient tree, bringing out a long rainbow, and returned to Chu Li. It was not another object, but the golden-red flying sword that had shaken off the sparks. However, this time the flying sword no longer had the complicated spiritual charm, and what remained was only the sharp aura that could not be concealed!

Accompanied by a strange buzzing sound, the shadow of the ancient tree seemed to be real. It broke into two parts and fell to the ground with a loud bang, then gradually dissipated.

After a brief silence, the disciples of Zifenglin suddenly cried out in surprise: "Senior Brother Jiang, Senior Brother Jiang!"

But the middle-aged purple-robed monk's pale cheeks suddenly turned unusually red, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Jiang Cheng felt a black screen before his eyes, the world was spinning, and he fell to the ground with a plop, unconscious. The gauze-like magic weapon that he held upside down in his hand as a backup was of no use, and it flew down like a leaf.

For a moment, the side hall was filled with noise and discussion. It was obvious that the sudden change in the battle situation had surprised them.

"Amazing!"

Niu Dali slapped his thigh suddenly and cried out in surprise. A hint of fighting spirit appeared on his face, but if you looked closely, you could see the fear in the depths of his eyes.

Chen Mu frowned and did not respond. Instead, he stared at a certain spot in the air above the ring. The image of a long rainbow created by the golden thread that had just passed by appeared in his mind.

"Long Rainbow Sword Controlling Technique? ...No, that's impossible. Judging from the momentum just now, how could it be just a first-level, mid-grade sword control technique?"

"However, there are indeed some similarities..." Chen Mu's eyes flickered, and he kept thinking in his mind.

"Could it be an advanced version of the Changhong Sword Controlling Technique?"

"It's not impossible. After all, the Changhong Sword Controlling Technique originally originated from the Sword Questioning Pavilion..."

His eyes fixed as he looked towards the Sword Questioning Pavilion.

Chu Li had put away his flying sword at this time. After bowing to the male cultivator named Xiao, he walked back to his original wine table.

"Hahaha...Okay! Fellow Daoist Liu, I'd be honored to accept this piece of Yangxi Wood." The male cultivator surnamed Xiao laughed a few times, and couldn't wait to roll up the Yangxi Wood. He bowed to the square-faced man and said, "Thank you for your generous support, Fellow Daoist."

The square-faced man said nothing, his face tense. Losing the spiritual materials was a small matter, but losing to the Sword-Wen Pavilion really made him upset.

"Master She, if there is nothing else, our sect will withdraw first."

Without waiting for She Chengyue to nod, he stood up and strode out of the side hall. The Purple Maple Forest disciples behind him helped Jiang Cheng up and hurriedly followed...

(End of this chapter)