5000 years of urban cultivation

Chapter 947 Winning the Competition
"Just you? If you want to compare soul power, I may not be your opponent, but when it comes to willpower, heh."

He is confident, and Jiang Ling is equally confident.

"Competition of will?" The people watching around looked at each other in confusion.

How will the will compete?Stare at each other?
Many monks who flew out of Qiankun City were attracted back by this strange test, and gathered again.

Jiang Ling and Chen Wuming looked at each other, and then landed on the ground, each of them put aside distracting thoughts and adjusted their mentality and spirit.

"Wow."

Just as the Jianglings took a deep breath and adjusted themselves, a large group of people surrounded them.

"Go away, get out, just watch over there, don't get too close, it will affect Chen Wuming's performance."

A large group of troops ran over from a distance and formed a cordon far away, blocking the onlookers 5 kilometers away.

"Here's the bet, Jiang Ling pays 1 for 5, and Chen Wuming pays 1 for 1.5."

Not long after, gamblers were set up among the crowd of onlookers 5 kilometers away.

"Crap, I'm actually at 5 times the odds?" Jiang Ling's hearing is very good, and he can hear voices 5 kilometers away clearly.

Hearing that he was at 5 times the odds, Jiang Ling was almost so angry that smoke came from his orifices.

The higher the odds, the less optimistic they are about Jiangling.

Jiangling's odds are so high, it is clear that everyone looks down on Jiangling.

"I bet on Chen Wuming."

"Chen Wuming."

"Chen Wuming."

Jiang Ling originally thought that since the odds were high, more people would bet on Jiangling, but in the end they all bet on Chen Wuming, and there were only a few people betting on Jiangling.

They would rather make less money than take huge risks betting on Jiangling, right?

"Sigh, Chen Wuming's odds are too low. If they can be higher, I can earn a little more." After placing bets, people shook their heads regretfully.

"Hey, who said otherwise." The people behind echoed.

"Nimma's Immortal Banban."

Jiang Ling rubbed his nose vigorously.

"Huh." Chen Wuming let out a long mouthful of turbid air, and the air turned into an air dragon.

"Let's get started." Chen Wuming said, and looked towards Jiang Ling, but found that Jiang Ling had gone somewhere, and the place where Jiang Ling was standing was empty.

"Tap tap."

There was a sound of dense footsteps, but it was Jiang Ling who quickly ran into the crowd of onlookers.

"The one who bet, bet on me, brother guarantees that you will make a lot of money."

Jiang Ling rushed to the betting place and shouted.

Nameless Chen: "..."

He turned around and looked at Jiangling in the distance, his face was wrapped in bandages and he couldn't see any expression.

"Peng."

Jiang Ling took out a bulging storage bag and slammed it on the gambling table.

"I'm betting on Jiangling."

Jiang Ling almost roared out these words.

"You..." The spectator looked at Jiang Ling and hesitated.

"What? I can't bet?"

"Yes, yes, but no matter how much money you have, you can't waste it like this."

What a waste of your sister!
"I'll bet on Jiangling, I hope you don't cry when the time comes."

After placing bets, Jiang Ling returned to the square and faced Chen Wuming face to face.

"Come on." Jiang Ling said softly.

"Thorn."

The void was slightly distorted, and then Jiang Ling and the others stabilized the chassis, sacrificed their willpower to each other, and collided in the air.

The moment the willpower hit, there was a scorching smell, and the air was scorched.

In the beginning, the Jianglings were just trying to test each other, they didn't really give their best, you came to Jiangling to test each other.

The sound of willpower colliding is like a slight wind to outsiders.

As time went by, Jiangling's strength became stronger and stronger, their willpower became stronger and stronger, and they could even shake the space.

Willpower is invisible and formless, and outsiders cannot see anything, but Jiang Ling and his opponents can see countless materialized and light-shadowed scenes.

"呲呲."

While the sword light was hesitating, a Qingfeng sword flew out of Chen Wuming's mind, crossed the void, and stabbed over in an instant.

The Qingfeng sword condensed by Chen Wuming's will is very concise, probably capable of killing low-level Dongxu Qi.

Many powerful monks can silently kill someone with just one look. In addition to using soul attacks, the crushing of will is also one aspect.

If Jiang Ling's will is far weaker than Chen Wuming's, he will be suppressed by his strong will and become a vegetable.

"Shua." Jiang Ling stared, and rushed out with overwhelming willpower, condensing into a shield, blocking Chen Wuming's Qingfeng sword.

"Clang clang clang."

The Qingfeng sword slashed dozens of times in an instant, all of which were blocked by the shield. The strong willpower blasted at Jiang Ling through the shield, causing Jiang Ling's complexion to change slightly.

Sure enough, Chen Wuming's willpower was comparable to that of the weakest detached person, and he could be said to be invincible under the detached person.

"drink!"

Jiang Ling felt the pressure surge, his body shook for the first time, he took a few steps back and then yelled to stabilize his figure, his eyes popped out, increasing the output of willpower.

"Ok?"

Chen Wuming snorted softly, the Qingfeng sword suddenly turned into a huge mountain, crushed the shield, and then blasted at Jiang Ling with all its strength.

Since the giant mountain is formed by willpower and has no form or form, when it bombards Jiang Ling's body, it directly penetrates Jiang Ling's body and acts on Jiang Ling's soul.

Willpower is issued through the soul, and the strength of the soul is a factor that affects willpower.

"boom."

Jiang Ling's soul body shook violently a few times before defusing Chen Wuming's will attack.

"The soul power is a bit short, and this has a relatively large impact on my willpower."

Sensing his own situation, Jiang Ling frowned.

In terms of willpower alone, some emptiness stages can outperform the Nirvana stage, but soul power is the source of willpower. If the soul power is weak, it will affect the continuous output of willpower.

Therefore, many people with low cultivation bases can compete with the strong for will in an instant, but it is only for an instant.

Just like Jiangling now, his willpower is being held back by his soul.

"I can't stand it anymore, less than 10 minutes have passed."

The crowd of onlookers yelled, accompanied by bursts of cheers.

The vast majority of people bet on Chen Wuming to win. They were naturally excited when they saw Jiang Ling's failure!
"Hush, huh."

After Jiang Ling stood still, he took several deep breaths, adjusted his posture, and continued to meet Chen Wuming's will attack.

This time, Jiang Ling will not mobilize any cheating power, such as the copper coffin or the blessing of Tianmai, Jiang Ling will use his true will to defeat Chen Wuming.

Will has nothing to do with strength and cultivation, it is only connected with your Dao Xin, Jiang Ling does not believe that he will lose.

"boom."

The void trembled slightly, and the mighty will broke away from Jiang Ling's head orifice, and rushed towards Chen Wuming.

"puff."

Amidst the muffled sound, Jiang Ling's willpower collided again.

In the eyes of Jiang Ling and Chen Wuming, the collision of willpower between the two sides is no less than the collision of planets, but in the eyes of outsiders, it seems much more ordinary.

They could only see the void fluctuate slightly, and then some crisp sounds could be heard, but there was nothing else.

In the midst of the mediocrity, an hour passed in a hurry, and the onlookers yawned and felt sleepy.

But Jiang Ling and Chen Wuming didn't dare to relax in the slightest. Jiang Ling's face was tense, his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat. It looked like he had just finished a ten-thousand-meter long-distance race.

Chen Wuming on the opposite side was in no better condition than Jiangling. He was covered in bandages, his internal skin and face were unknown, but the bandages were soaked, as if he had just jumped into the river to take a bath. of.

"Tick, tick."

Sweat dripped down Jiang Ling's cheeks onto the ground, forming a small puddle on the ground.

Sweat covered Jiang Ling's eyes, but Jiang Ling didn't care about wiping off the sweat, and still competed with Chen Wuming for willpower.

The competition went on for more than an hour, and now Jiang Ling's will was starting to dry up, his stamina was insufficient, and he was fighting to the last breath, whoever retreated first would lose.

"Could it be that Jiang Ling will win against Chen Wuming?"

Seeing Jiang Ling and the others' stalemate, Chen Mu murmured to himself dissatisfied.

"That's not true. Chen Wuming's strength is top-notch in the Qiankun School, and Jiangling's strength is stronger, but he only has the cultivation base of the Nirvana Stage after all."

Chen Qiu didn't believe that Jiang Ling would win, and shook his head disdainfully.

(End of this chapter)