Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 175: Changhong Sword Control

"Long Rainbow Sword Control Technique!"

The disciples of the Sword-Asking Pavilion who were watching from the audience also made unexpected sounds and looked towards Xiao Jingyuan in front of the hall.

"Silence."

Xiao Jingyuan was not surprised at all and spoke calmly.

The young disciples didn't know why the disciples from Shuiyunjian were asking about the sword-controlling techniques of Jiange, but he knew the reason.

This sword-controlling technique, called Changhong, was created by his uncle, who later gave it to him in return for the favor he received from Shuiyunjian.

"This kid has really put in a lot of hard work and has actually cultivated the Changhong Sword Technique to the Great Perfection level..."

"It's a pity that he is not a sword cultivator after all. In his hands, it can only be regarded as a Taoist magic. It cannot bring out the true power of this sword control technique."

Xiao Jingyuan pondered over and over again, then shook his head and sighed after a moment.

Chen Mu naturally didn't know what everyone was thinking. At this moment, he was concentrating on absorbing Zhu Tianqi's sword-riding experience and was enjoying it.

For a moment, there were clanging sounds on the field, and the silver flying sword kept changing directions, trying to get rid of the Zhaokong Sword so that it could cut towards Chen Mu, but after several attempts, the Zhaokong Sword tightly entangled the silver flying sword, leaving it no chance to escape.

Seeing this, Zhu Tianqi's heart hardened: "I just don't believe that a disciple of the Sword-Asking Pavilion like me is inferior to a self-cultivated cultivator like you!"

He placed his hands together between his brows and muttered something.

The silver flying sword hovering in the air suddenly shone brightly, its speed suddenly increased, and with a "swoosh" it escaped the pursuit of the Zhaokong Sword.

But before he could feel happy, Zhaokong Sword suddenly caught up with him again and knocked the silver flying sword back.

"this!"

Zhu Tianqi was shocked and looked at Chen Mu quickly, but found that Chen Mu still looked at ease.

Only then did he realize that there might be a huge gap between him and Chen Mu...

"I surrender."

"Ah!" Chen Mu's heart skipped a beat, but he still couldn't stop Zhu Tianqi from admitting defeat.

"If I continue to practice for a while, I might find a chance for a breakthrough..."

He thought regretfully, and looking at Zhu Tianqi who had already bowed, he could only give up.

"Chen Musheng from Shuiyunjian!"

Zhang Laodao's loud shout suddenly rang out, bringing him back to his senses.

Chen Mu raised his eyes and saw that Taoist Zhang was looking at him with a smile.

"You're good, boy!"

Chen Mu's brows relaxed slightly, he bowed and said thank you, then turned and walked off the stage.

When I returned to Niu Dali, I found that he was staring intently at the true transmission arena, with a slightly nervous look on his face, as if the person on the stage was him.

"Look, Senior Brother Wu seems to be in trouble..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Mu turned his gaze and looked at the Senior Brother Wu he mentioned.

Senior Brother Wu’s name is Wu Xinglin. He is one of the true disciples who fought in Shuiyunjian. It is said that he is amazingly powerful and even stronger than Chen Tian who was defeated at the beginning.

But his situation at this time is not much better than Chen Tian's.

Above the arena, the sky was filled with flying swords, each of which was full of spiritual energy. They circled and danced, suppressing Wu Xinglin, forcing him to passively defend.

"Puff puff!"

The earth and stone barrier erected by Wu Xinglin was shrinking continuously and it looked like it would not last long.

Seeing this, Chen Mu shook his head and sighed: "I'm afraid Senior Brother Wu is going to lose."

Under the continuous attack of flying swords, Wu Xinglin was no fool. Of course, he knew that blindly defending was not a solution, but he still used all his strength to activate the barrier in front of him, obviously without the ability to fight back...

As expected, it wasn't long before Wu Xinglin had no choice but to admit defeat because his barrier was broken.

Niu Dali sighed deeply as if he felt the same way, but there was nothing he could do.

After three rounds of gambling, only three people remained in Shuiyunjian, but no one had won all the battles...

The situation of the other sects was similar. Except for the loss of one person each from the Wenjian Pavilion and the Jinguang Sect, the well-regarded Zifenglin had no inner disciples left. However, there were still two true disciples, Hu Yizhi and Jiang Cheng.

The Beast Taming Sect is just like Shuiyunjian, with only one true disciple left and two inner disciples left.

As for Yuehua Mountain, they have all been eliminated...

It was late at night, and the evening breeze was blowing, bringing with it bursts of coldness.

The disciples watching the scene also lost their previous enthusiasm and gradually quieted down.

A moment later, Taoist Zhang, who had gone to the front of the hall to discuss the matter, turned around and said loudly, "Today's battle ends here. All the disciples who participated in the battle should go back and recuperate. We will continue the competition tomorrow morning!"

However, it was Xiao Jingyuan and other foundation-building cultivators who noticed that their disciples who participated in the battle all showed some signs of fatigue, so they suggested taking a night's rest.

Everyone had no objection. After all, after three rounds of competition, each sect had a chance to win in the end, so they naturally didn't want to be affected by fatigue.

As for the Yuehua Mountain lineage, which had no one left, they could not refuse the people's request and had no choice but to agree...

"Let's go."

The disciples exchanged a few words and then dispersed one after another.

After saying goodbye to Niu Dali and Han Jing, Chen Mu stood up and flew towards the Duhai Cliff.

Sitting cross-legged in the quiet room, Chen Mu swallowed a pill and began to practice.

For him, tomorrow will be a tough battle. Although Zhu Tianqi, whom he met today, is a sword cultivator from the Sword Asking Pavilion, he has no outstanding abilities and naturally cannot put pressure on him.

Chen Mu pondered quietly in his heart, and suddenly considered He Shan of Jin Guang Valley.

……

The next morning, a group of disciples from the six sects once again poured into the square in front of the temple.

After a while, the foundation-building cultivators from various sects sat down in front of the hall again. Taoist Zhang, holding the lottery results, flew to the center of the arena and said loudly, "Today, because the number of participants in the True Transmission and Inner Sect arenas is different, the draw will be conducted separately..."

"In the True Transmission Arena, Sword Questioning Pavilion versus Beast Taming Sect, Purple Maple Forest versus Water Cloud Stream, and Golden Light Valley... a bye!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding disciples were in an uproar.

"This... Golden Light Valley's luck is too good, isn't it?"

"That's right, there are clearly only two true disciples left in Jin Guanggu, how come they were left out?"

……

Hearing everyone's discussion, a hint of helplessness flashed in Zhang Laodao's eyes. Although he didn't want Jin Guanggu to advance to the next round so easily, the result of the draw was like this...

"Silence!"

Everyone was discussing non-stop, so he had no choice but to speak again.

"Inner sect competition, Sword Pavilion versus Beast Taming Sect, Golden Light Valley versus Water Cloud Stream!"

Everyone had guessed the result of the inner sect arena last night. It was nothing more than a fight between the four sects, so it was not too surprising.

Chen Mu and Niu Dali, on the other hand, were moved. After looking at each other, they secretly said, "Here it comes..."

A moment later, the disciples of the Sword-Asking Sect and the Beast Taming Sect came onto the stage, bowed, and then attacked one after another.

Chen Mu and the other two ignored Chu Li on the true transmission arena, but instead stared at the front.

There was no other reason, it was because the disciple of the Beast Taming Sect on the stage was his good friend She Yingtan.

At this moment, She Yingtan was concentrating on driving her top-tier White Crane Spirit Beast, attacking her opponents one after another. Beside her was a gigantic Azure Water Spirit Turtle, blocking the sword beams for her...

(End of this chapter)