Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 174: The Illusionary Method is All False

The dusk is darkening and the crescent moon has risen.

Taoist Zhang remained expressionless as he shouted, "Disciples from Zifenglin and Jinguanggu, step forward!"

As soon as the words fell, the crowd of onlookers stopped whispering and looked at him with great interest.

On one side is the increasingly powerful Zifenglin, and on the other side is the Jinguan Valley which has won two rounds. The encounter between these two sects is something they are looking forward to very much.

A moment later, the fighting disciples from both sects went onto the stage.

After Chen Mu took a quick look at the true teaching arena and found that the disciple from Zifenglin who was fighting was Jiang Cheng, he turned his attention to the person in front of him.

A disciple from the Golden Light Valley dressed in a golden robe with a calm expression, and the inner disciple of the Purple Maple Forest, who was the only one left after being defeated in the first two rounds.

"Golden Light Valley, He Shan."

The disciple from Jin Guanggu pursed his lips and smiled, then bowed his hands in a salute. His movements and expressions gave people a very standard feeling.

The only disciple of Zifenglin did not dare to be careless anymore. He bowed cautiously and said, "Zifenglin Zhuangkang."

He seemed polite, but as soon as the protective light curtain on the ring was turned on, he immediately launched an attack. It was obvious that he had thought of a strategy to deal with the enemy after seeing He Shan.

He reached into his sleeve with one hand and immediately pulled out a light yellow wooden sword several inches long.

"Sword cultivator?" The onlookers who saw this scene all raised their eyebrows and spoke in surprise, but Zhuang Kang's next action dispelled their surprise.

Zhuang Kang threw the wooden sword in his hand into the air, then raised his hand and a light silver talisman flew out and disappeared into the wooden sword in the blink of an eye.

Then he made a hand gesture and pointed at He Shan opposite him. The wooden sword suddenly blurred and disappeared out of thin air.

"So it's the once-popular talisman sword technique..."

He Shan only felt the void in front of him fluctuate, and the wooden sword suddenly emerged like a ghost.

But his emotions remained calm. He reacted extremely quickly and flicked his sleeves, and a dazzling golden light swept out.

But at this time, Zhuang Kang was already muttering to himself in the distance.

With a "crash" sound, the golden light passed by, and the wooden sword once again became blurred and disappeared strangely.

In an instant, more than a dozen identical wooden swords appeared on all sides of He Shan. After a flash of silver light, they made a "chi chi" sound and broke through the air, bringing with them a large amount of cold sword light, and attacked straight towards the center.

The terrifying momentum seemed as if He Shan would be chopped into several pieces in the next moment!

Seeing this, the disciples from the six sects who were watching below the arena couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

When the Shuiyunjian disciples realized what was happening, they all showed a hint of surprise and murmured, "Chop it down, chop it down..."

Just when everyone was thinking different things, a calm voice was heard amidst the dazzling sword light.

"All illusions are false."

After a muffled sound, a golden air ring suddenly emerged from it, growing rapidly from small to large.

Those seemingly extremely sharp sword lights, when they hit the golden air ring, bounced away as if they had encountered a meteorite, and then were suddenly swept back by the golden light and shattered into pieces.

He Shan curled his lips into a smile, took a big step forward in the golden light, stretched out his hand, and grabbed a light yellow wooden sword several inches long from the broken sword light.

Zhuang Kang saw this from a distance, and his stunned expression disappeared. He was so frightened that he started to make hand gestures with his hands.

The wooden sword suddenly twisted and struggled in his palm like a little snake, as if it would fly out of his hand at the next moment.

Seeing this, He Shan remained calm and undisturbed, and rubbed his hands together suddenly!
"Click..."

Under the vibration of the golden light, the light of the light yellow wooden sword suddenly dimmed, and the silver talisman that was originally integrated into it was rubbed out.

At the same time, Zhuang Kang's face turned pale, and he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a ball of blood, and he became listless.

He Shan smiled indifferently, threw the wooden sword in his hand, and walked straight to the opposite side.

"I surrender!"

Zhuang Kang couldn't really wait for He Shan to come close, so he quickly admitted defeat with a wry smile.

"Hmph!" Without waiting for everyone's reaction, Liu Cheng in front of the hall suddenly snorted coldly, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the result.

Indeed, Zi Fenglin, a sect everyone had high hopes for, had yet to win a single match among its inner disciples...

Zhuang Kang looked grim. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his hand, then hurried off the stage and joined the queue.

Seeing how hurried he was, I guess he had forgotten what he had thought before, which was to settle the score with Niu Dali.

Niu Dali chuckled upon seeing this, patted Chen Mu and said, "Look at him!"

The laughter continued, but Chen Mu didn't say anything. Without thinking too much, he turned and looked at Chen Mu: "Why are you ignoring me?"

But he found that Chen Mu's pupils shrank slightly, and he stared at He Shan on the stage with a serious expression.

"This He Shan is our powerful enemy this time..."

Chen Mu murmured to himself, and after he finished speaking, he withdrew his mind without caring whether Niu Dali heard it clearly.

Niu Dali raised his thick eyebrows and said, "Just him? I don't see anything unusual about him."

Chen Mu nodded and whispered, "From beginning to end, he only used one aura magic to easily defeat a cultivator of the same level with the help of a streak of golden light. This is enough to show that he is not ordinary. Don't be careless!"

Seeing that he looked serious, Niu Dali nodded in agreement.

A moment later, the winner was decided in the True Transmission Arena, and Jin Guanggu was finally defeated.

Now, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. It was really because the Golden Light Valley had given them too many surprises. If they won again, not only them, but also the foundation-building monks would be under some pressure.

After the two sect disciples walked off the stage, Chen Mu collected his thoughts and immediately stepped forward.

As soon as he entered the ring, the feeling was suddenly different from that in the audience. The whispers of the surrounding disciples were invisibly amplified in his ears.

But he was not moved at all, and looked up at the sword-wielding disciple who was slowly approaching from the opposite side.

The white robe was disheveled in the night wind, a silver flying sword was circling it, and the face was ordinary...

"Ask the Sword Pavilion's Zhu Tianqi."

"Chen Mu from Shuiyunjian."

After Chen Mu bowed, Taoist Zhang also raised the light curtain of the arena.

"Qiang!"

A clear sound was heard, and the silver flying sword suddenly turned into a stream of light and attacked at a rapid speed, as fast as lightning!

It seems that Zhu Tianqi also wants to win quickly and decisively.

Chen Mu's eyes narrowed, and he immediately made a gesture. Then he heard the sound of flowing water, and a waterfall barrier appeared in front of him.

"Snapped!"

The flying sword rushed into the water, but failed to break it with one strike.

Seeing this, Chen Mu felt relieved and gave up the gesture he had reserved for later use.

However, he did not understand his opponent's strength, so he deliberately only used the Waterfall Technique at the Great Accomplishment Realm to test him.

But obviously, there are not so many people with extraordinary strength.

"In this case……"

Chen Mu's heart moved, and he summoned the handleless sword.

"The Changhong Sword Controlling Technique has been stuck at the Great Perfection stage for several years. It's a good time to hone it..."

The Zhaokong Sword circled upwards, and he put his hands together and spun his fingers.

The next moment, a ray of transparent light streaked across the bright rainbow and met Zhu Tianqi's silver flying sword.

With two clang sounds, the two flying swords retreated. Zhu Tianqi was startled and asked anxiously, "Changhong Sword Control Technique?"

(End of this chapter)