There are indeed no shortcomings in Mingyue Sword Dance, but as long as you grasp it well, you can easily create a flaw.
The flaw was naturally found in Fang Qingxuan's flute, which was full of murderous sounds.
Longyin Jue is mainly used to deal with the spiritual martial arts of the gods, but martial arts are dead and people are alive.
As long as it can disrupt the opponent's rhythm, any martial arts can be used. This is the principle of learning and applying.
The moment the clouds shattered and the sun shone directly on the ground, Xiao Chen moved. He rushed forward in a straight line. The disciples in white who were blocking the front were immediately knocked around like sandbags.
The rhythm of Mingyue Sword Dance has been destroyed. In front of Xiao Chen, these Moon Palace disciples are just ordinary master-level martial saints. Naturally, they cannot stop Xiao Chen in one round.
In an instant, Xiao Chen rushed in front of Fang Qingxuan. Since he was a flute player, Fang Qingxuan was taken care of by Xiao Chen's Dragon Sound Jue.
At this moment, Fang Qingxuan's face was pale, and there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. As soon as she held the long sword in her hand, Xiao Chen hit her wrist with a palm, and the long sword fell to the ground with a sound.
Without stopping, Xiao Chen stepped forward and struck hard with another palm. When he was about to fall, his heart moved and he held back his hand in time.
The palm fell on Fang Qingxuan's right shoulder, and a force came out, which only knocked her body away without hurting her at all.
With a dragon's roar and one round, the world-famous Mingyue Sword Dance was easily broken by Xiao Chen.
Many people originally expected that Xiao Chen would be entangled, but it did not happen. Instead, Mingyue Sword Dance was quickly disintegrated by Xiao Chen with thunderous momentum.
The wind and the residual clouds are gone, no sloppiness, clean and neat.
Xiao Chen, dressed in white, stood on the most watched stage. If it weren't for the thousands of miles of clouds in the sky that were slowly gathering, I'm afraid many people would be suspicious.
Everything I saw was just an illusion.
"Concession!"
Xiao Chen turned around, raised his hands and said to the disciple in white who was still on the stage.
The disciple of the Moon Palace bowed gracefully, returned the bow, and then floated away, like a fairy dancing in the sky, which was always so pleasing to the eye.
In the jade towers in the sky, all the saints looked quite shocked. They never expected that Xiao Chen would destroy Mingyue Jianwu so easily.
All of them remained silent, seemingly unable to accept this reality.
In the jade tower where Zhou Tian Xing Palace is located, Chu Yang stood up with a sullen face and was about to rush in. Fu Hongyao and a group of elders quickly stopped him.
"Holy Son, don't be anxious. It's just the beginning. He won't be so powerful for long." An old man with a goatee from Zhoutian Xing Palace advised.
Fu Hongyao said softly: "Senior brother, there is no need to worry. There are a hundred small arenas below, and there are not a few experts. Many of the veteran geniuses from the last Heroes Gala are there. Those people are all in their forties and have a good level of cultivation. Not even low.”
"I will definitely be able to force him to use the sword. When the time comes, his depth will be obvious at a glance."
Chu Yang's expression changed, and he slowly sat down and said, "I'll let him play for a while first, and then when he jumps high, I'll step on him hard."
In the Jade Tower where the Five Poison Sect was located, the Holy Son of the Five Poison Sect looked uncertain, and he quickly made a decision to wait and see for a while.
In the group of Ten Thousand Demon Islands, Yan Shisan said with some astonishment: "I have forgotten that he knows the Dragon Sound Technique. Let's wait a little longer. Only after he uses the sword can we truly find out his strength."
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On the ring, as soon as the woman in white left, a man eagerly flew forward, holding a heavy long stick, and came to the opposite side of Xiao Chen.
"It's Wang Meng!"
"He ranked fourth in the last World Heroes Conference. Now twenty years have passed and his cultivation has already reached the quasi-emperor level. He can definitely compete with Xiao Chen!"
As soon as this person appeared, he immediately caused a commotion and was recognized by many people.
Xiao Chen looked closely and saw that this person's cultivation was indeed profound, not much worse than some of the Holy Sons. The only regret was that he was older and his potential had been almost tapped out.
Without the opportunity, it would be difficult to become an emperor in this life.
Wang Meng stabbed the arena hard with the long stick in his hand, and countless cracks immediately opened on the ground. Amidst the turbulence, the opponent's momentum continued to gather.
He held the long stick in one hand and spun it in a circle, making the wind howl even more fiercely. This simple movement completely sent his momentum to its peak.
Even the air became solid under the pressure of his momentum, pressing hard towards Xiao Chen like mountains and rivers.
"Wang Meng, I have heard the name of King Qinglong for a long time. I come to fight with you today. How offended I am!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Meng shouted angrily, rose into the air, and pressed towards Xiao Chen with a stick.
His body was like a mountain. The moment he stood up, the force of his feet made the arena unable to bear it, and it shook violently with a rumble.
With a stick pressed down, a vision suddenly occurred, and three huge mountains and rivers gathered in the sky. The mountains and rivers were so majestic that it was jaw-dropping.
There were faint cracks in the air, and one could imagine how powerful this stick was.
Just when everyone thought that Xiao Chen had to take out his sword to face this powerful arcane martial skill.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen also took out a long stick.
The long stick spun in his hand like the wind, the wind roared, and the overwhelming momentum poured out. The sky darkened in an instant, and the thunder clouds were thick, as if it was the end of the world.
Lightning bolts pierced the sky one after another. Just as the long stick in Wang Meng's hand was about to be pressed down, the long stick in Xiao Chen's hand stopped suddenly and stopped spinning.
The strong wind carried tens of thousands of lightnings, pulling thousands of ancient beasts behind Xiao Chen, running through the air, forming a vast and shocking picture.
Xiao Chen didn't move, and the long stick in his hand was gently moved forward towards Wang Meng. The power of wind and thunder suddenly broke out at this moment.
He is like a king commanding all the armies, dressed in white, standing in the blood-stained battlefield, with an outstanding style that no one can match.
The three mountains that were pressed down fell apart under the blow of Xiao Chen's stick, and collapsed in an instant.
Wang Meng, who came with fierce force and unparalleled momentum, spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air and staggered to the ground.
Whoosh!
Xiao Chen held a stick like a spear, jumped up out of the air, and forced him past Wang Meng the moment he landed.
Wang Meng retreated again and again, and the tip of the stick was always only an inch away from his throat. The intimidating momentum forced him to retreat in panic.
He kept retreating, retreating to the edge of the ring, almost falling. Xiao Chen's steps sank and he quickly retracted his long stick.
Wang Meng's heart was pounding, and he secretly thought that it was very dangerous. If he fell, he would lose face.
"Concession!"
Xiao Chen bowed his hands and saluted. There was neither the arrogance of defeating his opponent nor the hypocrisy of pretentiousness on his face. He was as calm as autumn water and polite.
Wang Meng felt a burning sensation on his face. He turned around and left without saying a word. He really had nothing to say.
Before taking the stage, his idea was very simple. He just wanted to step on the outdated Qinglong King and gain a good reputation in the gathering of heroes.
If he really does it, after thinking about it, when his life journey is talked about, there will definitely be one more thing, the Beihai Tianjiao who gave the Azure Dragon King the final blow.
But the ending was a bit cruel. He couldn't even catch Xiao Chen's move. If Xiao Chen hadn't stopped in time, his defeat would have been even more ugly.
Such an ending was not only unacceptable to Wang Meng, but also to the many warriors in the Tianxing Sea present.
How could Tianxinghai's veteran genius, in the hands of this outsider, be unable to catch a single move, yet still be defeated by his best stick technique.
The scene was silent. Hundreds of thousands of people were silent, as if they were mute. They all planned to watch how the arrogant Xiao Chen was stepped on.
Reality slaps you in the face mercilessly, how can you accept it, how can you accept it!
At the lively gathering of heroes, it seems that such a scene has never happened in ten thousand years. Hundreds of thousands of people were silent and peaceful.
After a while, three more veteran geniuses came on the stage, but they were all defeated by Xiao Chen, all with one move.
Xiao Chen used whatever weapon his opponent used. Under the simulation of Bian Zi Jue, Xiao Chen was no worse than his opponent with every weapon.
The gathering of heroes went on slowly in silence. There was no noise, no shouting, no one spoke, and nothing to say.
Seeing this scene, the judges of Yue Gong were a little confused about what to say.
Could it be that he really couldn't even get Qinglong King Xiao Chen to draw his sword
All the warriors in Tianxing Sea were holding a ball of fire in their hearts, and they could feel aggrieved as much as they wanted.
What Xiao Chen had done caused hundreds of thousands of warriors in Tianxing Sea to feel ashamed, furious, and helpless.
There are hundreds of thousands of people, but no one dares to speak. This is so sad.
On the stage, the veteran leader who ranked first in the last Heroes Festival was defeated by another move in the spear-skills competition with Xiao Chen.
Once again, they were defeated by the weapon they were best at. Finally, someone couldn't control the emotions in their hearts and cursed loudly: "How long will you, the so-called saints, continue to be cowardly turtles!"
The sound echoed in all directions in the vast and quiet Mingyue Square, circle after circle, slightly sad.
After a moment of silence, the frustration and anger in everyone's hearts burst out at this moment.
Hundreds of thousands of people stood up at the same time, looked at the exquisite jade tower in the sky, and couldn't help but shout loudly.
"The holy land of inheritance will be immortal for thousands of years. If you don't visit it now, then when will it be better!"