Qiao Muxing amazed the whole audience with his unprecedented flying move of fancy hands. Not only did he break out of the encirclement of sword intent, he also took advantage of Wanli Zheng's pause to condense his energy and attack again.
The air currents were like the sea, sweeping over and rushing towards the young man wielding the sword in front.
You must know that Qiao Muxing was busy shaking his hands at this time and had no time to make hand gestures. This move was entirely driven by his spiritual consciousness.
The audience burst into applause.
"Beautiful! They can fight back like this. It seems we underestimated Qiao Muxing earlier!"
"Oh, the Siji Sect is already very strong, but they just had bad luck and ran into Wanli Zheng, so they were ignored by everyone."
"From what we see now, there may be some changes in the battle between him and Wanli Zheng..."
Sibao was so nervous that he clenched his right fist and waved it at the air: "Fifth Brother, come on!"
Jun Shu's expression was indifferent: "He is no match for Wan Li Zheng."
As he was speaking, changes occurred on the stage again.
Wan Lizheng's eyes moved slightly, his fingertips bent, and he lightly flicked in the direction of Qiao Muxing, and the long sword hanging in the air pointed diagonally upwards.
The tip of the sword flashed, and a cold light burst out like starlight.
At first glance, the cold light looked very weak, like a firefly on a winter night, and seemed vulnerable in front of the huge sea of qi.
Zhu Changyang couldn't help but exclaimed "Huh!", and the Kunshan energy ring in his pocket seemed to sense something and trembled slightly.
Before I could think about it, I heard an old man with a white beard beside the ring exclaim: "It's Liuying crossing the sea!"
This old man was an elder of Kunlun, who was obsessed with swordsmanship all his life. He could be seen at every occasion where swordsmanship was discussed.
As soon as he opened his mouth, there was an uproar on the sidelines.
"What?!"
"Impossible? Didn't they say that there was a missing sentence in the sword art of Liuying Crossing the Sea, and even Master Wen couldn't complete it?"
Before he finished his words, the spiritual energy that rushed in was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, and was completely swallowed up by the cold light.
Immediately afterwards, the sword suddenly disappeared.
Qiao Muxing's face changed, and he subconsciously concentrated his energy to find the location of the sword, but in the blink of an eye, the cold light appeared before his eyes, like a lone lamp in the raging sea, less than an inch away from his sea of consciousness.
The sword intent in it is even more frightening.
Qiao Muxing was horrified, his mind went blank for a moment, he couldn't hold his breath, his hand got stuck, he screamed "ouch", and fell heavily to the ground with a "bang".
That bit of cold light followed him like a shadow, appearing and disappearing, and then appeared in front of his sea of consciousness again.
The sword's power was so strong that it enveloped him.
Wan Lizheng stood tall and straight, his expression calm: "Still fighting?"
"No more fighting!" Qiao Muxing waved his hands with a pale face, "I can't beat you!"
It's not that he didn't want to persist, it's just that his opponent was too strong and he simply didn't have the energy to fight back anymore.
Qiao Muxing admitted defeat straightforwardly, but no one in the audience blamed him.
In fact, at this moment, many spectators on the sidelines were even more shocked than he was.
Especially those sword practitioners, they were eager to discuss it.
"D-Did it really happen that Firefly crossed the sea?!"
"Ah, this, this... Could it be that Wanli Zheng has figured out the Can Jue?"
"A genius like him who is rare in this world naturally has opportunities that ordinary people don't have."
Some people were confused and asked, "What are you talking about?"
One of them showed awe on his face and said solemnly: "Your Excellency may not know that this firefly crossing the sea is a lost skill of Master Gu Peng."
It is not surprising that he can use the swordsmanship of Gu Peng. Gu Peng is a senior of Kunlun, and his swordsmanship is inherited from Kunlun. Almost all Kunlun disciples have practiced it.
The only thing is that "Firefly Crossing the Sea" was created by Master Gu Peng. After Gu Peng's death, the sword formula was lost and no one has been able to fully reproduce it in the past five hundred years.
And now, Wanli Zheng actually used this unique skill on the stage, how could it not surprise people.
The audience was in an uproar, but the person involved was calm and collected.
Wan Li Zheng seemed not to hear any noise from the outside world. After the referee announced the result, he turned around and left with an indifferent expression.
The competition ended here, and related topics quickly became the hot searches in major chat groups.
This match had many highlights, including a dazzling sword that turned into thousands of lights at the beginning and a fancy hand-shaking take-off at the end.
But all of these are not as shocking as the one brought by Wanli Zheng's last move, "Firefly Crossing the Sea".
For a moment, everyone was talking about it.
Why was Wanli Zheng able to comprehend the incomplete secret that even Wen Chuxue couldn't complete
How strong is his real strength
It's a pity that even Kunlun couldn't answer these questions. It is said that Wanli Zheng entered into a state of meditation as soon as he stepped down from the arena and refused all contact with anyone.
[There are bosom friends in the Nine Realms]
Shen Zha: [Friends, I am so upset! ]
Shen Zha: [Fireflies crossing the sea! That's a firefly crossing the sea! Why is Wanli Zheng so powerful? ]
Shen Zha: [How can I, a fellow swordsman, feel when he does this? ]
Zhu Changyang: [Brother Shen, don't worry too much. I don't think this will have a big impact on you.]
Shen Zhe: [Really?]
Zhu Changyang: [Of course, no matter how strong he is, you will always be ranked 897th.]
Shen Zha: [Ah, that makes sense]
Shen Zha: [Thank you, I feel much better now.]
other people:[… …]
Just as Zhu Changyang put away the jade tablet, a black cat was stuffed into his arms.
Jun Shu looked at him and said, "It's my turn now."
Zhu Changyang laughed: "Got it."
He then held the developer and entered the stadium with Jun Shu.
Although Jun Shu's competition did not attract as much attention as Wan Li Zheng's, there were still quite a few viewers.
The ring was already full of people. Jun Shu glanced at them and said with some displeasure, "All the good seats are taken."
As he spoke, he suddenly thought of something, hugged Zhu Changyang, and used the technique of shrinking the distance into an inch.
Zhu Changyang only felt a flash before his eyes, and when he looked again, he and the cat were already standing on the stage together.
Zhu Changyang:
He slowly turned his head and looked at Jun Shu with a puzzled look: "Why did you bring me up here?"
Jun Shu looked caring and said confidently: "The view here is good, just stand here and watch."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
Do you think this is a concert
Even at a concert, the audience was not allowed to stand on the stage to watch the performance!
The thinking of the demon species is wild.
Another contestant had already arrived and was standing opposite the stage. When he heard Jun Shu's words, his forehead twitched immediately: "What a joke, this is a serious competition, how can we let irrelevant people stand on the stage? If someone gets hurt, who will be held responsible?"
Jun Shu said simply: "It won't hurt."
"Forget it." Zhu Changyang wiped his face, "We in the Industrial Sect abide by the law. I'd better watch from the backstage."
When Jun Shu was reminded by him, he remembered that he was a decent and good person, so he could only wrinkle his nose reluctantly: "Okay then."
Zhu Changyang walked down the stage, sweating profusely, holding the cat in his arms. The audience beside the stage silently made room for him.
Jun Shu was a little satisfied when he saw that he had finally stood in the first row.
The opponent's expression finally eased a little, and he said coldly: "Can we start?"
Jun Shu ignored him and continued to look at Zhu Changyang, hinting wildly with his eyes: "You can start now."
Zhu Changyang: “…”
understood.
He silently took out a huge black sign from his pocket and unfolded it: Jun Shu, you are the best!
The developer followed and waved his paw: "Meow meow meow!"
opponent:
Is this person here to compete or to show off
Jun Shu was finally satisfied. He turned around to look at his opponent and said leisurely, "Okay."
The referee on the sidelines wiped his sweat silently and quickly announced the official start of the game.
The opponent was a physical cultivator, who was ranked over 500 in the preliminary round, a mediocre ranking.
Although he was unlucky and drew Jun Shu, who ranked third in the preliminary round, as long as he can perform as well as Qiao Muxing, he will be able to leave a deep impression on people.
Therefore, as soon as the elder finished speaking, he shouted loudly, cast a spell of shape-shifting, and instantly appeared ten feet in front of Jun Shu, while punching with his right hand.
The surging invisible fist energy spread out layer by layer, and cheers were heard from the audience.
"What a fast body movement, what a strong punch!"
"This guy has great skills. This is going to be a good show!"
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed on the stage, and a long sword as hard as ice and snow rose into the air and flew towards the physical cultivator.
The physical cultivator reacted extremely quickly, changing the force of his fist in mid-air and turning to hit the long sword.
However, as soon as he moved his fist, he seemed to have encountered something incredible. His eyes suddenly widened and he froze on the spot.
To be precise, he couldn't do anything at all.
The terrifying sword intent enveloped him tightly, with such force that he could not move at all.
The next second, the body cultivator fell to the ground.
The long sword spun and the sword light disappeared.
Jun Shu, in white clothes, smiled at Zhu Changyang below the stage: "Okay."
Zhu Changyang:
What a fast man!
The referee elder didn't even react. It took him a while to remember his duties and he quickly stepped forward to inquire about the physical cultivator's condition.
The body cultivator was not seriously injured, but was obviously frightened. He waved his hands repeatedly and said in a trembling voice: "I lost. I won't fight anymore."
The audience was suddenly in an uproar.
"What's going on? Is this the end?"
"No, this big brother is too weak, isn't he? I only cracked two melon seeds!"
"Is this guy a match-fixer?"
"Who would fake a match like this?"
"Is it possible that Jun Shu is too strong?"
"I think he took advantage of the sword. It's a water-repellent sword!"
"Fuck, am I the only one who feels bad about my ticket money?!"
The ticket prices for the matches of the top ten players in the preliminary round are not low. The audience has spent a lot of money, so naturally they want to see a higher level of competition.
It cannot be said that Jun Shu’s performance was of low standard, but it was really hard to be satisfied with it.
Everyone was talking about it, but no one could come to a conclusion for a while.
In fact, everything was over too quickly. Many people didn't even see how Jun Shu made his move, so it was difficult to make an accurate judgment on his strength.
Jun Shu didn't care about it at all. He walked down the stage and held Zhu Changyang's hand: "Luckily, you cheered me on, which allowed me to win the game."
Zhu Changyang almost spit out his tears.
Brother Jun is really good at telling lies with his eyes open!
Zhu Changyang coughed lightly, took out a candy from his pocket and handed it over, saying seriously: "Here, this is a reward for you."
Jun suddenly raised his eyebrows: "You are sensible."
(End of this chapter)