When the boy Scar was born, his family elders used various medicinal materials to wash his body and strengthen his bones. When he was five years old, he began to learn the exercises inherited by his family. When he was eight years old, he followed his family elders to practice in the southern barbarian forest. During those years, While the scarred boy's cultivation level continues to rise, he has learned more combat skills and practical combat experience. Now, at such a young age, he exudes a murderous aura, like a peerless ferocious beast. This was something he had experienced since he was a child, killing spiritual beasts. When other children were still acting like spoiled children in their parents' arms, he lived a miserable life like purgatory.
So facing the new disciples who were like chickens and dogs, including Zhao Jiuge, the scarred boy didn't take it seriously. With the cruel sneer on the corner of the scarred boy's mouth, the silver sword light was released by him. It was like a waning moon, glowing with coldness, which kept dilating in Zhao Jiuge's pupils.
Seeing that can be said to be a bit amazing, even Zhao Jiuge sighed that he was indeed not as good as him in understanding sword intention. Since coming into contact with Sword Art and Sword Qi Tongxuan Chapter, although he has been making continuous progress every day , but there is no significant breakthrough. However, my talent is not as good as others, but it does not mean that I cannot save it through hard work. It is impossible for me to stop like this! Zhao Jiuge had a cruel look in his eyes and gave a light drink.
The tiger's mouth held the wooden sword tightly, and his own spiritual power rushed there quickly, making the wooden sword buzz. It seemed that he felt the oppressive sword intention coming from the opposite side. The wooden sword in Zhao Jiu's singer seemed to be lightly As if chanting, his spiritual light was greatly awakened. Holding the wooden sword in his hand, he felt the power, which also made Zhao Jiuge become more confident, relying on the sword intention he had comprehended.
Sword to sword, head to head.
Another silver sword light came out dazzlingly. If the scarred boy's sword light was like a waning moon, carrying the courageous spirit of a lone boat sailing through the wind in the vast ocean, then Zhao Jiuge's sword light was like A star is introverted and small, but no matter how small a star is, it will always shine brightly one day. As long as it persists, it will shine with its own light.
In the expectant eyes of everyone outside the field, the two finally touched each other in their first fight. With a bit of tenacity and a bit of anger, the sword light of Zhao Jiuge's sword hit the knife hard. On the sword light of the scarred boy.
The moment the two came into contact, the dazzling light was like the scorching sun. It was fleeting and a little dazzling. As expected, the sword intention like the waning moon easily shattered the sword light released by Zhao Jiuge, and then dissipated between the heaven and the earth. , but the air waves that collided with each other also surged towards the surroundings of the stage. When those air waves hit the light shield covering the stone platform, they disappeared, and the light screen did not move at all.
The remaining sword intent still carried a bit of cold wind, whipping up waves of chills and rushing towards Zhao Jiuge's face. Zhao Jiuge, who was caught off guard, did not react and was hit immediately. He staggered, and his center of gravity was unstable. He took two or three steps back. Fortunately, the remaining sword power was not very powerful. With Zhao Jiuge's physical fitness in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, he could withstand it without activating the Sanskrit Holy Body in time. However, he was just struck by the impact. Driven by it, he couldn't help but move his body backwards without his control.
The scarred boy was unyielding. When the cold light hit Zhao Jiuge and Zhao Jiuge staggered, the scarred boy moved again. He took two fierce steps forward, his wrist shook, swish, swish, swish, three The light and shadow of Dao Sword Flower intertwined, and he directly used the wooden sword with spiritual power and sword intent to beat Zhao Jiuge's body.
Normally, if the tree trunk was hit as thick as the waist, it would be easily broken at the waist, but the scarred boy directly slashed three swords towards Zhao Jiuge's head and chest. You must know that if Zhao Jiuge is not tempered in time, it will really hurt the internal organs of the body, especially the head, which may be life-threatening.
As soon as the scarred boy started fighting, he seemed to be crazy. He was like a ferocious beast alive. He would not stop until he killed his prey. Looking at Zhao Jiuge in front of him at this time, he seemed to be his prey. If he didn't take action, he would be killed. Deal with him vigorously and resolutely.
Zhao Jiuge, who was hit by the remaining sword power by surprise, was still staggering when he saw the scarred boy's storm-like attack sweeping in again. His pupils widened and he looked at the scarred boy in a panic. The wooden sword kept getting closer and closer in his eyes, his heart skipped a beat, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.
Some of the timid female disciples outside the court had already screamed, and some even cutely covered their eyes with their white and tender palms, watching quietly only through the gaps between their fingers. Liu Ying'er was like an ant on a hot pot. Seeing the anxious Zhao Jiuge's face, she stomped her feet back and forth, but she couldn't do anything.
Bai Qingqing just looked at the thrilling scene on the stage with a cold expression. Her fingers were already turning white when she pinched her chest tightly. She was really worried about Zhao Jiuge in her heart, but she didn't show it on her face at all, because in her heart I thought if it ended so quickly, it wouldn't fit this guy's mysterious style.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge who was quite embarrassed on the court, Bai Zimo below couldn't help laughing happily, with a look of gloating on his face, and the pleasure of revenge in his eyes. He cursed in his heart that he deserved it. If I don't take care of you, there will be others. I'll take care of you, and next time I'll take care of you myself!
For a time, everyone in the audience had various reactions, including contempt, sarcasm, regret, and most of all, it was unbelievable. Could it be that the competition was over so soon? This would disappoint those who expected a wonderful performance. They all showed disappointment.
But the old disciples of Xuantian Sword Sect standing in the sky said nothing from the beginning to the end, just watching quietly.
Coach Zhou's originally stern face couldn't help but frown his thick eyebrows, and his whole body tensed up, ready to take action himself if something went wrong. Although he was optimistic about Zhao Jiuge, he couldn't let his disciples suffer any material consequences. s damage.
Facing the thrilling scene, Zhao Jiuge, who was retreating, stretched out his left leg and slashed it backwards, stopping his body abruptly, relying on the friction of the ground to resist the impact of being hit by the sword. , and then with the wide-eyed expressions of everyone in the audience, he threw the wooden sword in his hand so gorgeously and fiercely, facing the sword that was slashing towards his head.
After the wooden sword collided with the wooden sword in the scarred boy's hand, it was knocked back more than ten meters. As the spiritual power dissipated, the wooden sword became dull and fell to the ground. Seeing Zhao Jiuge's somewhat surprising scene, the scarred boy just laughed in his heart. He thought that if he blocked my sword, everything would be fine. The wooden sword was shot down. Let me see what you can do to resist the rest of me. Two swords.
Throwing the wooden sword, this scene made all the disciples' eyes fall down in shock. What kind of move was this? It made people laugh out loud. Even the old disciples who made no sound from beginning to end couldn't help but laugh.
Coach Zhou's eyes were also stunned for a while, and then he was thinking in his eyes, as if he had thought of something, and he secretly praised in his heart, you cunning boy, this move is so beautiful.
In the blink of an eye, the other two items also floated down and landed on Zhao Jiuge. Fortunately, facing the severe pain that suddenly spread throughout his body, Zhao Jiuge had already been mentally prepared and had already tightened his spiritual power. He protected the front of his body, but after being hit, the pain was still like a piercing pain that made people grit their teeth and gasp.
Relying on the physical quality after practicing Sanskrit Holy Body, Zhao Jiuge was quick to think and took the risk to use this move. Although there was pain in his body, it was as expected, nothing serious. Although the sword light was fierce, his own The strength of the body has also changed. Although the wooden sword was lost and the body was hit, it had no big impact on the possession.
Two sword rays hit his whole body. Zhao Jiuge shrank his body, and then flew backwards with a force. He covered his head tightly with his hands and curled up. When his whole body slid in the air for more than ten meters, , when it was falling, Zhao Jiuge quickly stretched out his right hand to push against the ground, but he still couldn't hold back such a strong force, so he simply rolled to the ground along with the remaining force. After rolling for a few meters, he immediately stood up. , regardless of his embarrassed image, endured the severe pain in his chest, and violently formed hand seals with his hands. After a while, the layer of glazed gold dyed all over Zhao Jiuge's body was the Sanskrit Holy Body.
From throwing the wooden sword to being knocked to the ground, and immediately turning over to activate the magic of the Sanskrit Holy Body, the movements from beginning to end were like flowing water without a single pause. It was clearly planned by Zhao Jiuge.
This wonderful scene made the disciples in the audience couldn't help but cheer. At this moment, they were not only cheering for their favorite people, but also shouting for witnessing such a wonderful competition. The competition had just begun. The thrilling scene made everyone look forward to the subsequent battle even more.
Seeing that Zhao Jiuge, who was not seriously injured, was not only standing more than ten meters away intact, but also released his spell. The scarred boy looked at Zhao Jiuge with an even darker look, "It's okay, don't count on you. Good luck. But have you started using spells yet? Then don’t blame me for bullying you. Let me see if you are lucky enough to be able to escape this time."
After talking about it, the scarred boy's expression became fierce. When he saw Bai Qingqing's worried expression for Zhao Jiuge from the corner of his eye, his eyes were even more bloodthirsty. If eyes could kill, I would I think Zhao Jiuge's body is already riddled with holes at this moment.
After standing up, Zhao Jiuge panted slightly. When he was moving just now, he only felt a dull pain in the chest that was hit. When he stopped, he felt that he could not even breathe hard because his chest was rising and falling. When it was severe, his chest hurt, and the pain made Zhao Jiuge grin a little. However, the golden light around his body flashed, and when the Sanskrit Heart Sutra exercises in his body were also flowing, the circulating spiritual power was diluted in the meridians. Feeling of pain.
At this time, Zhao Jiuge was only preliminarily stimulating the Sanskrit Holy Body, and only dyed a layer of glaze-like gold on the surface of his body. As time went by, Zhao Jiuge became more and more fond of the Sanskrit Holy Body, and he became more and more fond of it. The more you understand the functions of the Sanskrit Holy Body, the better you can master and use it.
Because after using the magic spell, although the spiritual power disappeared little by little, Zhao Jiuge was not in a hurry to make the first move. Instead, he tensed up his whole body and carefully released the Sanskrit Holy Body.
Don’t worry about winning, think about defeat first.
"Really? Let's see whether you hide or I hide this time." Zhao Jiuge admitted that his skills in sword techniques are not as good as others, but if he relies on spiritual power to compete, Zhao Jiuge has a lot of confidence, not only He has the Holy Body of Sanskrit, and after consuming Moonlight Dew and swallowing Spirit Tempering Pill, Zhao Jiuge has discovered that the extraordinary thing about his spiritual power is that it has become more pure. Although he is still in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm at this time, However, the richness of spiritual power and changes in strength have already been able to compete with those in the late stage of the spirit transformation realm, and even surpassed them.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge like a bastard, just huddled under the golden coat and turtle shell, the scarred boy couldn't help but get angry and didn't want to talk nonsense with Zhao Jiuge. With a roll of spiritual power, he brought up fierce wind and waves, and walked on Tiger Step was about to attack, and the sudden change also frightened Zhao Jiuge. Looking at the scarred boy who was getting more and more crazy, Zhao Jiuge felt wary in his heart. Even if he won today, it would probably be a miserable victory, but that was better than losing. .
Thinking of this, Zhao Jiuge also moved, and the fight between the two continued!