Wuling Xianyuan

Chapter 9
It's just the beginning, but everyone's blood is already boiling. Although some people can't see the way to it, Wang Chong has accumulated prestige for a long time and is recognized as a terrifying master.Although the middle-aged swordsmen hadn't appeared for long, almost all of them were killed with a single strike, and when the sword came out, they would drink blood.

When such two people meet together, just standing in the opposite field makes people tremble and blood boil.

However, there are many discerning people present. Apart from the indifferent referees, there are also some people who have also seen the way. Monks know better.

Both of them turned their backs to each other. The middle-aged swordsman was full of true energy, his beard and hair were all stretched out, and the long sword in his hand was flickering, and the cold light bloomed.

Wang Chong, on the other hand, was very calm. The dagger in his hand was lingering with spiritual energy. Coupled with his black clothes, he looked weird.

This time Wang Chong did not wait for the other party to strike first, but chose to take the initiative.

The body didn't move, but the dagger in his hand stabbed at the opponent at a strange angle, like a poisonous snake biting the opponent fiercely. The dagger in Wang Chong's hand walked in a strange path, which was unexpected and unpredictable.

"Ding dong!"

The sound of metal and iron clashing sounded, and the swordsman's ears moved slightly. He had already waited for a long time, turned his waist, and went up to meet the attack. click to go.

Wang Chong's reaction was not slow either. With his arms flipped and his wrist moved, the dagger was like a mantis's sharp claws. It was retracted suddenly, and then quickly popped out, using the strength of his entire arm to cut on the back of the sword.

There was an ear-piercing sound of rubbing, and the two didn't really touch each other, but their true energy and spiritual power kept rubbing together in the air, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

Wang Chong flipped his wrist, and his footsteps were extremely strange, light and silent, and he wanted to get close to him. An inch was short, and an inch was dangerous. Wang Chong's dagger could only exert its maximum lethality when it was close to the opponent.

But how could the middle-aged swordsman not know this? With a cold snort, he stretched out his other hand that had been placed behind his back all the time. Standing with two fingers together, a burst of sword energy shot out, straight for Wang Chong's eyebrows.

With a sneer in Wang Chong's heart, his whole body suddenly became erratic, his body twisted at a very weird angle like a python, just avoiding this sword light.

There was a sudden exclamation in the distance, and I saw the sword glow going straight towards the crowd. Many monks shouted angrily, and quickly released their protective masks, only to hear a jingle, as if a sword had been cut on a hard object. A monk was shocked by this force and retreated again and again. Although he was fine, he was still cursing, secretly thinking that he was unlucky.

Seeing that Wang Chong could twist his body to the limit, the middle-aged swordsman was obviously taken aback, but Wang Chong seized the opportunity of this brief absence, and stepped on it with strange steps.

With a flick of the dagger, like a poisonous snake exploring the way, it went straight to the middle-aged swordsman's vitals.

However, the other party didn't panic. He also flipped his wrist, burst out his true energy, and spun quickly around his body as the axis. Countless sword energy pierced Wang Chong head-on. At such a short distance, he might be stabbed into a hornet's nest by the sword energy.

Wang Chong was shocked, but he didn't panic. The dagger was horizontally in front of him, and he swung his arm quickly while protecting his vitals. With strange steps, he opened the distance first.

Even so, it is impossible to avoid all the dense sword energy. Wang Chong was inevitably stabbed by several sword energy, and blood flowed from the wound, but with a move of his mind, mana flowed, and the wound stopped the bleeding .

Wang Chong obviously lost in this round of confrontation, but he didn't take it to heart at all. He believed that the opponent could not release his true energy without limit, just like the magic power in a monk's body, it was not endless.

Sure enough, the middle-aged swordsman stopped after forcing Wang Chong back, and looked at him with the same serious eyes. He didn't have any mood swings because of a little advantage, and only had a sharp spirit.

"The opponent's zhenqi seems to be released from various acupuncture points in his body. It seems that there is only one way to change it. I just don't know how his speed compares with the body training technique."

Thinking of this, Wang Chong's aura suddenly changed. It used to give people a strange feeling, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, but now it is a little different. The temperament has undergone a huge change, a strong feeling rising from the hearts of all.

The middle-aged swordsman's eyes were fixed, and he locked Wang Chong tightly with his own energy, and the slight changes in the other party naturally couldn't escape his eyes.

This discovery made his heart tighten, and he didn't dare to underestimate his opponent at all. The true energy in his body surged out again, and he was always on guard against Wang Chong.

When Wang Chong held the dagger as if holding a dagger and stood upright, the original strange and dark aura disappeared, his whole body revealed fortitude, and a faint spiritual pressure came out through his body. Although it couldn't cause pressure on people, it still But there is more aura.

If the middle-aged swordsman displayed the domineering arrogance of anyone else, then Wang Chong is an otherworldly immortal, standing aloft and looking down on everything.

A faint coercion enveloped the middle-aged monk, but he resisted it with the strong true energy in his body, unable to take half a step forward.

Seeing this, Wang Chong snorted coldly, stomped on the ground, and his figure rushed up. The dagger in his hand seemed to be a few inches out of thin air, with a dazzling light shining at the end.

The middle-aged swordsman finally showed his shock, but at this time he was already on the verge of attacking, and he had no choice but to do so. As a swordsman with innate inner strength, what he relied on was not luck, but a calmness in handling things.

At the critical moment, the middle-aged swordsman suppressed the shock in his heart, tapped a few acupuncture points on his body quickly with one hand, shouted loudly, and the true energy in his body gushed out like a flood.

"Kill!" The word "kill" came out, and an indomitable momentum suddenly erupted from his body, and the hesitant sword glow instantly rose by more than a few inches, emitting a qualitative cold light.

At this moment, both of them put out all their strength to put all their strength into one basket. For a while, the entire competition venue was submerged in the sound of metal and iron, and everyone present held their breath. He leaned out and stood up, forgetting his manners for a moment.

Wang Chong's dagger is a middle-grade magic weapon. At this time, he stimulated the little mana left in his body and gathered it on the dagger, which made the dagger look a few inches longer. Urging the magic weapon can exert its greatest power, but with his cultivation base, he can't last long.

As for the middle-aged swordsman, although the true qi in his body is strong and long, he is also very careful when facing the immortal cultivator. You must know that under normal circumstances, the true qi cannot compare with mana, but Wang Chong's cultivation base is not high, just nourishing qi period, and the middle-aged swordsman relied on his decades of free use of zhenqi, which was largely a coincidence.

Every time the long sword and the dagger clash, the middle-aged swordsman has to give up a lot of true energy and use his inner energy to continuously collide with the dagger in Wang Chong's hand, although the inner energy is finally hit by the highly condensed spiritual energy on the surface of the dagger scattered, but successfully withstood Wang Chong's swift and fierce offensive.

At this time, the two were inseparable, and they both tried their best. No one dared to relax in the slightest, because if there was a little relaxation, the result would be a different place. Even if anyone wanted to stop at this time, it was already impossible. Decide a winner.

Lights and shadows flickered, afterimages continued, and I didn't know when it would start. The people who had tightly surrounded the venue were all terrified, so they had no choice but to take out a Vajra Talisman and slap it on their bodies.

In such a huge arena, almost [-]% of the people on the first floor wore Vajra Talismans on their bodies, except for a few casual cultivators with relatively high self-cultivation. Of course, there were also referees who had always maintained a cold attitude.

The arms that were originally placed behind his back have dropped down at some point. It is strange that his arms can reach his knees. I don't know whether it is because he is slightly hunched or it is natural. His indifferent eyes are shrouded in a layer of aura. , the corners of the mouth slightly raised, revealing the white teeth.

"It's been a long time since I saw such a pure fight. It's really itchy. This gentleman in black is not simple, but it's a pity that his cultivation base is too low."

Thinking of this, the referee's interest has also decreased a lot, but he still looks at the two people who have already huddled together motionlessly. At this time, both of them are already showing signs of fatigue, and it won't be long before the winner is decided.

The middle-aged swordsman tapped his own acupoints, his face became more and more red, the veins on his forehead were bulging, and his true energy was sluggish due to constant consumption, obviously he was about to lose his strength.

Wang Chong was also feeling uncomfortable at the moment. He had already lost consciousness on the arm holding the dagger. The opponent was constantly shaking out his inner strength at the cost of rapidly consuming his true energy. Every time there was a collision, his inner strength would explode at the place where the sword and the dagger were in contact. The energy was transmitted from the dagger to Wang Chong's arm. Although he dispelled it, his arm was still slightly numb and lost consciousness.

The two seemed to be aware of each other's and their own situation, and at the same time they slashed their swords and retreated rapidly. Almost at the same time, the two of them touched the ground with their toes and ejected at a faster speed.

At the same time as the swordsman's roar collided with Wang Chong's icy eyes, the two weapons also collided. It seemed that something was broken in the air, and the light suddenly appeared. The eyes of the crowd blurred, and the figures of the two had already intersected. .

When everyone saw it clearly, they all let out an exclamation. They saw Wang Chong fell to the ground covered in blood, and the middle-aged swordsman stood proudly on the field, but the long sword in his hand had been shattered. Only the hilt of the sword remained in his hand.

"How is it possible? Mister in black actually lost!"

"Mr. Black has fallen, is he dead?"

"What happened just now, it was too fast, I didn't see clearly at all."

"..."

After a short period of silence, there was an uproar. Everyone didn't see what happened just now. In the end, Wang Chong suddenly dissipated the spiritual power on the dagger. The mixture of qi and explosion broke the long sword in the swordsman's hand.

While everyone was discussing, the referee, who had been silent all this time, finally walked onto the field step by step. He first glanced at the middle-aged swordsman standing proudly, and then glanced at Wang Chong who was lying on the ground. His eyes flashed The color of understanding comes.

"The results of the competition are out. I announce that the winner of this competition is...Mr. Black!"

(End of this chapter)