In the Taiyi Sect, a certain spiritual peak where the direct disciples lived suddenly erupted with an astonishing amount of spiritual pressure, spreading rapidly in all directions.
For a moment, the direct disciples among the various spiritual peaks cast curious glances.
Then, dozens of figures flashed past and landed on a hilltop several hundred meters away from the spiritual peak. They were all direct disciples of the Taiyi Sect.
One of the direct male disciples who was in the middle stage of distraction frowned and said: "It seems that the person who lives on this spiritual peak is Ying Wuxue. He has been in seclusion for hundreds of years. Is he going to leave today?"
"It's possible."
A female direct disciple said: "When Ying Wuxue was in seclusion, he had already reached the peak of the early stage of distraction, which was almost the same as Tang Wushang back then. If he hadn't suddenly gone into seclusion, maybe the previous Holy Son would have been him. Now He has been in seclusion for hundreds of years and has probably reached the middle stage of distraction. Now that Holy Son Tang Wushang has died, the church must re-establish the Holy Son. He missed the opportunity last time, and this time, he is afraid that he will not miss this opportunity!"
"Cultivation does not mean strength!"
Another male disciple who was in the middle of the distraction period was unconvinced and said: "He has been in seclusion for hundreds of years and lacks combat experience. He may not be able to defeat the heroes!"
The male disciple who was the direct descendant of the middle stage of distraction who spoke first said with a smile: "Sima Yu, before Ying Wuxue went into retreat, you had not yet entered the middle stage of distraction. Although you have broken through two realms in a hundred years and have reached the middle stage of distraction, But you are definitely not Ying Wuxue’s opponent!”
"Zhao Wuji, what do you mean by this? Just because you don't dare to challenge Ying Wuxue doesn't mean that others don't!" Sima Yu retorted with a sneer, a hint of disdain in his tone.
The direct descendants who can enter the Taiyi Sect are all talented people. This Sima Yu came all the way from the outer disciples. He was made an exception and included as the direct descendant. After becoming a distraction, he reached another level within a hundred years and reached the level of distraction. mid-term.
Later, he lost three direct disciples in a row, and those three direct disciples were all in the middle stage of distraction.
Therefore, when he saw everyone praising Ying Wuxue so much, he felt so unconvinced.
Zhao Wuji smiled strangely and said: "Hey, Sima Yu, you really think that you can dominate among the direct disciples after defeating three distractions in the middle stage. That's because those masters don't bother to argue with you. You know, Tang Wushang and Ying Wuxue at the time They have defeated a lot of people in the early stage of distraction. Now, they should have reached the middle stage of distraction without any blood, and their combat power can at least surpass that of the late stage of distraction!"
"Yes, we have all seen Ying Wuxue's charisma, and he and Tang Wushang are both proud of him." Another direct disciple said slowly.
Hearing this, Sima Yu couldn't help but feel depressed. He felt very uncomfortable when he heard everyone praising Ying Wuxue so much. He decided in his heart that when Ying Wuxue appeared, he must challenge him.
Let everyone know that the so-called double pride is just a thing of the past!
Seeing his expression, Zhao Wuji and others sneered secretly. They stimulated Sima Yu in this way just to stimulate him and let him challenge Ying Wuxue. In this way, they could also judge Ying Wuxue's true strength.
Tang Wushang died, and the position of the Holy Son was vacant. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at that position, and they still wanted to compete with him even if there was no blood.
As the spiritual pressure of the spiritual peak where Ying Wuxue is located spreads wider and wider, more and more direct disciples come to this hilltop, the number is no less than two hundred. At the same time, there are four more people occupying the four nearby small hills. mountain peak.
These four people are all outstanding disciples.
When they failed to compete with Tang Wushang for the Holy Son, after a hundred years of hard training, they had all reached the late stage of distraction. Therefore, they were bound to win this battle for the Holy Son, but Ying Wuxue's exit made them feel quite sad. pressure, so they all wanted to check it out so they could understand Ying Wuxue's strength.
The spiritual pressure lasted for half a quarter of an hour and finally slowly dissipated.
Finally, the door of a stone room on Lingfeng suddenly opened, and then a long-haired man with eyes as bright as stars, a tall figure and a noble temperament stepped out.
"ah!"
He stretched out his hands and murmured to himself, "A hundred years have passed by. I wonder what happened to that boy Tang Wushang?"
Suddenly, his eyes darkened, he scanned the surroundings, and said calmly: "I didn't expect that asking someone to come out of seclusion would alarm so many people. It's really a sin!"
The four direct descendants of the four independent peaks all narrowed their eyes, with shock and unwillingness in their eyes.
Because they discovered that Ying Wuxue had broken through to the late stage of distraction.
Back when he was still in the early stage of distraction, he was able to overwhelm them in the middle stage of distraction. Now that he has reached the late stage of distraction, how terrifying will his combat power be
You know, any direct descendant who wanders out of the Taiyi Sect can easily suppress beings of the same level, and even killing enemies across levels is commonplace.
At this moment, a figure flashed past, and Sima Yu landed on the Lingfeng. He stared at Ying Wuxue with burning eyes and said word by word: "Ying Wuxue, I want to challenge you!"
When the four distracted people saw this, a sneer appeared on their lips.
During this period of time, Sima Yu stole the show and was eyeing the position of the Holy Son. In fact, even those who have the ability don't want to pay attention to him, otherwise there would be no way for him to jump around.
"Are you the direct descendant of the new generation?" Ying Wuxue looked at Sima Yu with interest.
"Yes, my name is Sima Yu, and I became your direct descendant after seclusion. Please give me your advice!"
Chi groan!
The long sword is unsheathed and the point should be bloodless.
"That's fine. I haven't made a move in a hundred years and my bones are almost rusty. I'll use you to stretch your muscles!"
"Arrogant!"
Hearing Ying Wuxue's words, Sima Yu couldn't help but became furious, and the spiritual sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning and pierced out.
puff!
The sword light broke through the void and killed Ying Wuxue in an instant.
At this moment, Ying Wuxue slowly raised his right hand and flicked his fingers.
when!
His fingers accurately hit the tip of Sima Yu's sword. Immediately, his whole body was shaken, and his mouth was numb. He could hardly grasp the sword enough to let it go. Suddenly, his heart was shocked, and the true energy in his body exploded, and he displayed his ultimate strength. With strong sword moves, he killed Ying Wuxue again.
Upon seeing this, Ying Wuxue flashed a gleam of disappointment in his eyes. This Sima Yu was worse than the mid-level Yigan distracted man he had defeated. He simply couldn't arouse his will to fight, so he flicked out several fingers with his right hand.
His movements are elegant and his posture is graceful, just like an immortal descending to earth.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Fingers that were like orchids brushing the acupuncture points hit the spirit sword in Sima Yu's hand one after another, causing him to be shaken all over. Finally, he couldn't hold on to the long sword in his hand and took it out. At the same time, his body was hit by a strong finger, and he vomited blood and flew backwards.
Ying Wuxue did not take advantage of the victory to pursue the victory. He looked at Sima Yu who was in a stable figure with a faint smile and said, "Brother Sima, I accept the concession!"
Hearing this, Sima Yu's face darkened, he waved his hand to retrieve the spirit sword, and then bowed to Ying Wuxue: "Brother Ying is indeed worthy of his reputation. I have lost. I will come back to you for advice another day!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sima Yu stepped away, no longer having the face to stay here.
When the direct disciples saw this scene, they all secretly lamented that Ying Wuxue was stronger and actually defeated Sima Yu with one move. The four distracted disciples also looked cold because they couldn't defeat him with one move. Drop Sima Yu.
Author's digression: First update, thanks to {Deng Dai for a purple chess trace} for the reward (to be continued)