Asking about longevity

Chapter 1020 Ao Zhan

The sword competition system of fighting with Ao Longding Sect is to hunt monsters.

The disciples of both sides competed with each other to hunt a second-grade high-level monster.

Whoever can kill the monster and cut out the inner elixir of the monster will win.

When discussing swords, monks must hunt monsters and deal with people.

You can use monsters to weaken your opponent's strength.

It is also possible that he is framed by his opponent and is poisoned by the monster.

Fighting around monsters can lead to different tactics, including changes in the situation, the battle situation is more complicated and the ending is more unpredictable.

But the disciples of Longding Sect adopted a more direct approach.

They do not hunt monsters, but directly hunt "people".

Ao Zhan led the team, abandoned the monsters and killed the five people from Taixu Sect directly, intending to kill people first and then kill the monsters.

This is a very conceited way of playing.

This means that they have enough confidence to kill the five people in Taixu Sect in a crushing manner in a short period of time.

At the same time, after killing the five Taixu Sect people, you can still have the energy to continue hunting a second-grade high-level monster.

It is obvious that they didn't take the ink painting seriously.

It is even said that there is some "humiliation" meaning in it.

But it turns out that they do have such strength and are indeed qualified to do so.

At the beginning of the battle, the five people from the Longding Sect rushed to the dragon's power, and with a terrifying whistling sound, the tiger came out of the cage and rushed straight to Mo Hua and the five people who rushed to kill.

Previously, Mo Hua had fought with the second-rate disciples of the Dragon Ding Sect and had experienced the power of the Dragon and Tiger Body Refining Art.

But those disciples were completely incomparable to the five people in front of them, especially Ao Zhan, who was in charge.

Ao Zhan, who is at the peak of foundation building, is fierce and powerful, and has a great majesty and terrifying momentum.

An illusory dragon shadow of the green tripod entangled around him.

As the blood rushes, there is a faint dragon roar.

In a trance, there was a bit of a moment when the leader of the Demon Sect who was buried in the Gushan Temple and carrying the Four Symbols Qinglong Formation was also the majesty of the third prince of the Great Wilderness and Shen Tu Ao.

When the two sides met, the strong took the lead in the duel.

Ao Zhan roared angrily, and his fist wind was like a dragon, and he started fighting with Linghu Xiao.

Xiao Wuchen is the number one person in the Tianjian Sect.

And this Ao Zhan is the first person in the Dragon Ding Sect, and the fame and strength of the two are equal.

But Ao Zhan is a powerful physical cultivation that integrates offense and defense. He has a strong blood and energy and a rushing dragon power. Once he gets close, his fists and feet will be wide open and close, and his power will be vast and difficult to resist.

From this point of view, he is more restrained than Xiao Wuchen, a long-range sword cultivator like Linghu Xiao.

Ao Zhan was close to him and his moves were fierce, fast and fierce, his strength was unmatched, and the dragon shadows flew into the sky, breaking mountains and cracking stones.

Linghu Xiao was suppressed repeatedly, and he didn't even have the chance to take the initiative to draw his sword, so he could only retreat step by step.

From the surface, even more thoroughly defeated than the battle with Xiao Wuchen, it was even less powerful than the one who fought back.

The monks watching the battle shook their heads one after another.

Some elders in Chongxu Mountain showed sad faces and couldn't help but sigh.

And Linghu Xiao is at a disadvantage.

The rest of the Taixu Sect were suppressed and breathless.

Not to mention supporting Linghu Xiao, it was extremely difficult to create a sword for him, even if he barely saved himself under the murder of the disciples of the Longding Sect.

Ink painting is not much better either.

A tall disciple of the Dragon Ding Sect was chasing him and killing him.

Ink painting can only use its body skills and do its best to deal with it.

This disciple of the Dragon Ding Sect was unable to break the water step and killed the ink painting.

Mo Hua also had no way to kill him with his body skills.

This is the second place of the ink painting.

The venue, competition system and opponents are all different from the first game.

But the development of the battle situation is no different.

Soon, Linghu Xiao was exhausted and was killed by Ao Zhan with one punch, and was defeated.

The situation deteriorated rapidly.

Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan, and Cheng Mo also suffered defeats one after another.

There is only Mo Hua left, and he is unable to deal with his body skills.

Five to one.

But this time, the five people from the Dragon Ding Sect were not as polite as the disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

The five people did not talk about martial ethics and took action together. Two of them fists and feet were connected, chasing Mo Hua, and the other two blocked Mo Hua's position.

Ao Zhan's eyes were sharp and he stared at the ink painting. His blood in the boxing was like a dragon, and his killer moves were ready to go.

Xiao Wuchen pretends to be noble and does not kill the dogs falling into the water.

But he is different.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

He wants to kill Mo Hua with his own hands!

Five Dragon Ding Sect geniuses surrounded and locked in murderous intent.

Mo Hua was shocked and said to herself: "Not good."

If you don’t leave now, I’m afraid you will really “death” in Ao Zhan’s hands.

Ink painting immediately sets a distance with a step forward, and then goes to the forehead with a point, and then uses the same trick again, breaking the Taoist jade.

Ao Zhan sneered, as if he had expected it, and immediately, his qi was in dantian, his voice shook his chest, he opened his mouth wide, and roared suddenly.

This sound really roared out the dragon's sound.

Like a cracked stone and broken through the sky, a white sound wave, carrying the impact of the dragon's sound, poured directly into the eardrums of Mo Hua.

The sound of the dragon pierced the eardrums, directly penetrated the sea of ​​consciousness, and vibrated the spiritual consciousness of the ink painting.

Then there was nothing...

The divine thought of ink painting, the golden body is unobstructed and remains as motionless as a mountain.

The trembling sound of dragons that are shocking and terrifying, enters the ears of ink paintings, like the whispers of the breeze, without any intimidation.

What he ate was the dragon soul.

How could he be afraid of this dragon roar?

This dragon roar could not shock him at all.

Mo Hua just blinked, and then there was no trace of mud. The spiritual power of his fingertips shook, shattered the jade in the Tao, and the figure disappeared again.

And the moment the ink painting disappeared, a dragon shadow fist wind whistled, shattering the ground and rocks where he stood.

The force stretched outward, and the entire ground, like a spider web, cracking inch by inch.

The dragon roar shocked, and the dragon fist bombarded the kill.

This was almost a must-kill punch, but it was empty.

Ao Zhan slowly closed his fists, stood up straight, and looked at the ground that was smashed by his punch, and his brows gradually frowned on his cold face.

"…I didn't yell?"

How could it be...

At the same time, on the outside of the Taoist temple.

Seeing the ink painting, he broke his own discussion on the Tao and fled, and everyone suddenly said "boo":

"Shameless, he ran away again!"

"Retreat before the battle, no doubt coward!"

"I don't have some backbone, I'm extremely shameless!"

Some people sighed:

"What a pity, Ao Zhan's punch is just a little short of... Any time he can kill the ink painting a little faster..."

"If he didn't call that, Mo Hua might die..."

"What's the point of 'call'? You know, that's the Tiger Roar and Dragon Roaring Achievement of the Dragon Ding Sect."

"This is a unique Taoist method of the Dragon Ding Sect. It is extremely mysterious and extremely difficult to learn..."

"Ordinary disciples learn tiger roar, and only top disciples can learn dragon roar."

"When fighting, the sound of tiger roars and dragon roars will shock the opponent."

"If the opponent is yelled and then gets a heavy punch from the dragon cauldron, he will lose half his life even if he doesn't die."

"Ao Zhan has never used this method before inquiries about swordsmanship. This time he used it on Mo Hua, it can be regarded as giving him a face."

"I guess it was also a guess that Mo Hua, a stinky brat, would definitely escape in the face of battle when he saw that the situation was not good, so he wanted to use the Dragon Roar to keep him and then kill him with one punch."

"What a pity, it's still a little slower..."

"This brat Mo Hua is as cunning as a 'ghost'..."

"No ghost is as cunning as him..."

…

There was a lot of discussion outside the field. Ao Zhan did not kill Mo Hua in the field. His eyes were cold and he was obviously a little angry. Kong waved a punch to vent his anger and then punched through a large area of ​​forests and rocks. Then he turned around and ordered coldly:

"Kill the monster."

"yes!"

The other four geniuses of the Dragon Ding Sect said one after another.

Then the five people worked together and fought head-on by relying solely on their physical strength. Within dozens of rounds, they massacred a second-grade high-level bear demon, cut off his limbs, cut off his chest, and took out his inner elixir in blood.

At this point, the sword debate ended and the Dragon Ding Sect won.

And Mo Hua and the others lost another match.

Zhang Lan, Wen Renwan, Gu Changhuai, Murong Caiyun, and all the monks who were silently paying attention and caring about ink paintings all remained silent and looked a little depressed.

Yuer even pursed her lips, her little face a little sad.

…

After that, there are sword contests from other sects.

On the inner field of Daoshan.

Mo Hua, who was defeated and left the market, and Linghu Xiao and others were packing up the storage bags and preparing to return to the sect.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian looked lonely and didn't say anything.

Ouyang Xuan's face was even worse, and he was a little unwilling.

Linghu Xiao's face was also cold.

Although his expression was always cold, this time there was more confusion, low and solemn, as if a cloud was filled with depression.

"Xiaoxiao." Mo Hua called him.

Linghu Xiao was stunned and looked up at the ink painting.

Mo Hua sighed and said a little regretfully: "I lost this game again."

Linghu nodded with laughter and said nothing.

He lost more thoroughly.

Under Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, he had almost no room for fight back. He was suppressed for the whole time and was even killed by himself.

The more genius you are, the more arrogant you are, the more you feel that failure is untolerated.

Especially this kind of thing, in the Qianxue Sword Contest, in full view of everyone, they were killed by other geniuses one-on-one...

Linghu Xiao felt extremely painful and tormented inside.

Although Mo Hua told him before that true strength was forged by failure.

But the confusion and pain in his heart almost swallowed up all his self-esteem and confidence in kendo.

Linghu laughed silent for a moment and whispered:

"Senior Brother, I..."

Mo Hua understood his thoughts, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said:

"Don't think so much. No matter how strong the enemy is or how dangerous the situation is, you just need to think about one thing, and you only need to think about one thing..."

The tone of Mo Hua paused slightly, her eyes clear and bright:

"…Believe in your own sword, do your best to implement all your sword skills, and chop the sword energy out..."

"As for this sword, it doesn't need to be considered whether to lose, win, kill someone, or be killed."

"The purer the mind, the stronger the sword."

"Concerns will only make your sword weaker."

If we talk about the practice of sword energy and the foundation of swordsmanship, ink painting is naturally far inferior to Linghu Xiao.

But in terms of the implementation of sword intent and understanding of swordsmanship, looking at the world, there are really few people among their peers who can compare to practicing the true skills of the Taixu Divine Thought Transformation of Swords and integrating the ink painting of the God-Slaying Sword.

Linghu Xiao was stunned, and his mind was repeatedly thought about it, and gradually he suddenly became clear and his eyes gradually became clear.

"Well, senior brother."

Linghu laughed nodded, and a trace of indomitable "resilience" was revealed in his whole body.

For example, the more tempered the steel, the more it can temper itself.

Mo Hua nodded.

To do big things, we need to be a great way. "Resilience" is sometimes more important than talent.

No matter how good your talent is, you can break it with just one break, that doesn’t make sense.

Only by being resilient can one be indomitable.

After that, everyone packed up their storage bags and returned to the sect.

Inside the Taixu Sect, several people practiced tactics and studied their opponents. When the night became darker, they separated. Linghu Xiao is a disciple of Chongxu Mountain, and he wants to go back to Chongxu Mountain.

Ouyang Xuan is a disciple of Tai'ashan, and he also wants to go back to Tai'ashan.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian, like Mo Hua, both live in Taixu Mountain.

And he also lives in the same disciple Curie.

The three of them finished their meal together, and it was getting late, so they planned to go back to their disciples' rooms.

Before leaving, Mo Hua told them to have a good rest, and then she wanted to get up and leave.

Situ Jian endured it for a long time and finally said slowly, "Little Brother..."

Mo Hua turned his head to look at him.

Situ Jian sighed for a moment, then asked the confusion in his heart:

"Senior Brother, can we... still win?"

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Cheng Mo also looked at Mo Hua silently, obviously a little unconfident.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian are different from Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Xuan.

They are not the kind of truly "outstanding" genius, and they do not have such high ambition and arrogance.

The opponent is the number one in Tianjian Sect and Longding Sect. Although they are unwilling to accept it, there is nothing they can do about it.

Qianxuezhou has a large community, countless geniuses, and many people are stronger than them.

They knew this very well for a long time.

But they are descendants of the Taixu Sect, and they are really closely related to the sect.

They want to win, too.

Even if it is not them who are showing off, even if they are just going to "send their deaths", as long as they can contribute to the victory of the sword contest, they will not hesitate.

What's more, the two of them and Mo Hua are in the same team, and they prosper and lose together.

But the problem now is that they are really a little bit and can’t see the hope of “winning”.

This is the word "di".

Even two matches were played.

The two of them felt despair in their hearts.

The monks watching the battle were just watching from outside, while the sword disciples were really competing on the court.

They understand better than anyone else the power of the four major sects.

I understand even more clearly that when facing Xiao Wuchen, the Tianjian Sect and the like of fighting with such a top genius as the Dragon Ding Sect, there was a sense of powerlessness that was almost desperate.

They believe in the younger brother.

But at this moment, they were inevitably confused and tormented.

They didn't want to say these confusions, but they couldn't help it.

Mo Hua looked at Situ Jian and Cheng Mo, and was silent for a moment, then smiled gently, "What you can win depends on the situation."

"Condition?"

Situ Jian was stunned, and Cheng Mo was even more puzzled.

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Don't be scared. The word "di" is not all the top geniuses like Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan."

"In addition to them, there are many such teams, including eight major geniuses and first-class disciples among the four major sects."

"We are too lucky to meet top geniuses like Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan in a row."

"But when encountering other teams, you can still play, and you won't be able to win."

"It depends on the specific situation. According to the specific sword competition system, the specific opponents, and make specific plans..."

"Of course, it depends on some luck..."

The sword discussion in the Di character bureau is different from the Xuan character.

The list of sword discussions in Xuanzi Bureau was deduced at one time by Tianyi of the Tao.

But the local characters are different.

The word "di" sword contest is a competition one by one. After one competition, the next sword contest will be deduced by the Tianyi of the Tadao describing the list of sword contests.

Before this, no one knew who would argue with whom next.

This is not only a test of the disciples' ability to respond to the battle, but also a sense of arrangements before the battle.

Some of the suspense of watching the game is retained.

At the same time, it is also to prevent some monks from knowing the list in advance and making some shameful small moves behind their backs.

The Dizi Bureau has more significance, more geniuses appearing, more exciting swordsmanship, more serious form, and resolutely eliminate some off-site interference.

Therefore, during the sword debate, no one knew who the next opponent would be.

There was also a fog in front of the ink painting.

He had no way to really see the end from the beginning and coordinate. He could only cross the river according to the situation and walk down step by step...

Who to play with depends on Lundao Tianyi's "discounting cards" before he can think of countermeasures.

Therefore, it depends on the timing and a little luck.

When it comes to Taoist and heavenly rituals, we pay attention to cause and effect.

Luck can't be bad all the time.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Don't worry, you will win."

Situ Jian thought for a moment and nodded.

Although Cheng Mo couldn't understand it very well, he was infected by Mo's attitude of painting it in his heart and could not help but nod.

The two have been with Mo Hua for nine years and are very familiar with each other.

Many times, they may not believe in themselves, but they will almost instinctively believe in Mo Hua's "Little Senior Brother".

Even though the situation is difficult, as long as you follow the younger brother, your heart will be much more peaceful and calm.

Situ Jian had a gentle look and bowed, "Senior Brother, rest early."

Cheng Mo also bowed.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Go to bed early."

…

Since then, the debate continues in a intensive preparation and a tense and solemn atmosphere.

The Taixu Sect is not just about ink paintings, but other disciples are also defeated one after another.

Things are getting worse.

Uneasiness permeated the hearts of the Taixu Sect monks.

In this case, every victory is precious.

And ink paintings are still quietly waiting for the Tianyi of the Reign of Dao to "distribute the card".

I am also waiting for that right time and that little "luck".

Two days later, the opponent of the third place in the ink painting also decided.

Wanxiao Sect.

Mo Hua's luck is a little better. This time his opponent is not the strongest disciple of Wanxiao Sect, nor is he the top team of Wanxiao Sect.

It is a slightly inferior first-class team in Wanxiao Sect.

Everyone thought that Taixu Sect could really fight hard this time.

But in this sword contest, Mo Hua and the others still lost.

Not only that, Mo Hua completely exposed the "disadvantages" of his inheritance in this sword contest.

The spiritual power is low, and it cannot be used to others.

The body movement is good, but it is useless at all.

Low-level spells can only disgust people.

He lacks his ability to kill.

Once his teammates fail, he will be completely a "waste".

Faced with the magic bombardment of the five elite spiritual practitioners of Wanxiao Sect, the ink painting failed to play a slight role.

This game that seemed to be able to play was lost in the end.

Many people's hearts are really completely cold.

Especially those who had been optimistic about Taixu Sect before, they were even more depressed, sighed that they were powerless and angry that they did not fight.

"It's fine if the top geniuses can't win, but the top teams in the four major sects actually lost."

"The gap between the eight gates and the four major sects is really that big?"

"What can I do if I bring a painting of ink?"

"After all, it can only be disgusting. In this true genius duel, I really can't help at all..."

"The body movement is okay, but what's the use of not killing people?"

"After all, it's a low-end spiritual practice."

"No matter how good the low-end spell is, it is still a low-end spell."

"And, the spiritual power is too low..."

"He can only 'opportunistic', and he was thoroughly studied in the Xuanzi Bureau. It was useless and completely useless..."

"If this continues, his team will not go far."

"Stop talking about his team, Taixu Sect can't even walk far..."

…

Outside the sword contest, countless monks criticized it.

After this round, the situation really worsened.

Taixu Sect lost a lot of results, and its ranking quickly dropped, falling directly out of the top four, and falling to fifth.

It has fallen out and ranks among the "four major batches".

Even judging from the current situation, it has completely lost the qualification to compete for the "four major stakes"...

The sects were in a low mood and had a low morale.

The elders sighed regretfully.

Even the head of the sect and several ancestors couldn't help but sigh.

For countless sects in Qianxuezhou, the "Four Major Sects" are like an unattainable dream.

Taixu Sect has had this beautiful dream.

But now, this dream has been broken without surprise.

Of course, at this point, the Taixu Sect has gradually awakened and no longer hopes for anything else.

They just hope that they can stabilize their current ranking and not fall any further.

Even, as long as you can win a few games.

And this expectation naturally fell on the strongest team of Taixu Sect, namely Linghu Xiao and Mo Hua.

They desperately hope that they would win the last game.

Even if you win one.

Even if you can't stop the blood and cannot save the precarious ranking of Taixu Sect, it can at least boost morale.

Everyone’s hearts are both expectation and nervousness.

They even look forward to having a "soft persimmon" and pinch it for Mohua and at least accumulate some winning points.

In this tense and depressing atmosphere, Mo Hua and their fourth-level sword rival were also deduced by Lu Dao Tianyi.

But when everyone saw it, their hearts became even colder.

Another four major corporations, or "old friends":

Tianjian Sect.

Not a soft persimmon.

Although it is not the strongest team of Xiao Wuchen, it is also the team led by Tianjian Sect, second only to Xiao Wuchen's Tianjiao.

It is a very strong first-class swordsmanship team.

It is even stronger than the Wanxiao Sect’s sword competition team that Mo Hua and the others lost to the field.

This is not the trickiest.

The most difficult thing is the sword competition system:

This is an offensive and defensive game.

Tianjian Sect attacks, Taixu Sect defends.

The five powerful sword energy and striking killing geniuses of the Tianjian Sect came to attack, and the Taixu Sect defended.

Anyone who has watched a sword competition can understand it.

This is almost a dead end.

There is no chance of winning.

In a sense, the badness of this game is no less than the sword contest with Xiao Wuchen.

The four sects and eight sects, as well as many other monks who were paying attention to the sword competition, glanced at them and shook their heads in their hearts, thinking that Taixu Sect was in trouble.

The monks who care about Taixu Sect are really sad this time.

Only Mo Hua, looking at the list of sword contests, her eyes became brighter and brighter, and even a hint of undetected smile appeared on the corner of her mouth...

(End of this chapter)