The news that Xuan Tian defeated the enemy with one move was seen by many outer sect disciples, including many elite disciples, and it quickly spread among the outer sect disciples, causing another outcry.
Some of the elite disciples of the outer sect who watched Xuantian's competition were from Senior Brother Yang or Zhang Long. The process of Xuantian's competition quickly reached their ears.
Although most of the disciples were surprised by Xuantian's strength, Senior Brother Yang, Zhang Long...the giants among the elite disciples just scoffed and didn't care.
Naqu Xiangnan is only a disciple at the seventh level of the Martial Dao Realm, and any disciple at the ninth level can defeat him with a sword empty-handed. Although Xuantian's method is wonderful, his performance is not higher than that of a disciple at the ninth level. It will not attract the attention of senior disciples like Senior Brother Yang, Zhang Long...etc.
Xuan Tianxia stepped out of the arena, walked out of the square, and headed for his residence.
In the ranking competition, what really matters is the next few rounds. The first round has a total of 508 games, Xuantian is the 467th, and there are 41 more games left. The game is over.
However, after the first round of competition is over, the second round of competition will start after the 508 eliminated disciples are ranked. The time is two days later.
During the competition, ordinary disciples must watch the competition between the elite disciples in the square, and the elite disciples participating in the competition are free to come and go. The subsequent competitions are not attractive to Xuantian, so why not go back and practice the exercises a few more times Sword skills, breaking through the ninth level of the Martial Dao Realm as soon as possible.
Having just passed a mountain peak, Xuantian's gaze was fixed and he looked forward.
Standing alone in the middle of the road with his back facing Xuantian, his body is straight, like an unsheathed sword, revealing its edge.
Just from the back view, Xuan Tian also recognized from that sharp aura that this person is Zhang Long.
Xuantian didn't stop walking, and continued to walk forward. When he was about ten feet away from Zhang Long, Zhang Long turned around and looked at Xuantian like a sword.
"You are here!" Zhang Long spat out three words.
Xuan Tian didn't change his expression, he said: "What's the matter?"
Zhang Longyan showed disdain, and said: "I heard that you snatched the blade empty-handed, and defeated an opponent at the same level with one move."
"How?" Xuan Tian stared at Zhang Long.
Zhang Long chuckled, and said: "Small skills, in the first round, the disciples at the seventh level are basically eliminated. In the second round, it's the turn of the eighth level disciples. I don't know how long you can last? You want to challenge I, I'm afraid that you don't have that ability and won't make it to the end."
Xuan Tian also chuckled, and said: "Don't worry, your bones are cheap, I will do what you wish, advance all the way until I meet you, and loosen your bones."
Zhang Long's face turned cold, he snorted coldly, and said: "Don't talk big words, whose bones are cheap, who looses the bones for whom, it won't take long to know, Yang Dingjun's people will not let you meet you. You have a good time, you have to be a little promising, don't wait for me, and the bones are dismantled by others first."
After saying that, Zhang Long looked at Xuantian contemptuously, turned around and left, walked about five steps, stopped again, turned around and said: "Hurry up, your Huang family will soon be kicked out of Beimo County , hum!"
After finishing speaking this time, Zhang Long didn't look back and left far away.
Xuan Tian looked at Zhang Long's back, and the topic involved the Huang family, which made him angry. In the depths of his deep eyes, a white jade-like sword flashed faintly, and murderous intent emerged in his heart.
Suddenly, Xuan Tian had a strong feeling of practicing sword, if he didn't practice sword, it was as uncomfortable as a hen about to lay an egg, and had to lay it out.
Without returning to the residence, Xuantian directly came to Houfeng, where he often practiced swords, and impatiently pulled out the Hanxue sword, a set of chasing wind swordsmanship, and naturally used it.
Xuantian naturally couldn't see the shadow of the sword in the depths of his eyes, he only knew that he wanted to practice the sword at this moment, and he kept practicing the sword.
The Hanxue sword in his hand pierced out obliquely from bottom to top. This is the opening gesture of the Chasing Wind swordsmanship, and the sword rises like the wind.
At this moment, in Xuantian's heart, he has a very clear understanding of sword skills, any wind in the air can be clearly felt by Xuantian, and the sword moves abnormally with the wind.
30% off the storm!
The sword pierced to the end, and with a movement of the foot, the sword in the hand was like the force of the wind, one wave was not flattened, another wave rose again, and thrust forward again three times.
Stormy winds pass!
Xuantian swept across with the cold snow sword, like a gust of wind sweeping across the earth, where the sword blows, the grass on the ground bends down with the wind.
The sword moves with the wind!
Xuantian's heart is empty, at this moment, he is not only practicing the sword with his eyes and hands, but practicing the sword with his whole body and feeling, the direction of the wind, the direction of the sword, and the shadow of the sword follows. Facing the wind, there are layers upon layers, and with the flick of a finger, several swords are stabbed out.
The sword moves and the wind follows!
Suddenly Xuantian captured the trajectory of the wind, and integrated the wind into the sword. When the sword shadow moved, it no longer followed the wind, but the sword shadow passed by, and the wind followed, extremely fierce.
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There are rumors everywhere!
Xuan Tian stabbed out with a sword suddenly, the light of the sword in his hand disappeared suddenly, only the rustling of the wind was heard.
Chasing the wind with a sword!
The wind in the air was still strong, and a sword glow suddenly came out with the wind. This sword seemed to appear anywhere in the wind, and the wind was omnipresent and unstoppable.
After practicing a set of Chasing Wind Swordsmanship, Xuantian felt extremely relieved, and his attainments in Chasing Windswordsmanship seemed to have advanced to another level.
The desire to practice the sword in his heart was still strong, Xuantian continued to stab obliquely with his sword, and another sword move like the wind, and started the second time.
Ever since the adventure in Yinjian Lake, when the little white jade sword entered between Xuantian's brows, it was the first time that Xuantian felt such anger, because it was related to the Huang family.
The father's letter said that the conflict between the Huang family and the Zhang, Niu, and Cheng families was getting deeper and deeper, and there was bound to be a decisive battle between them. The Huang family must have been at a disadvantage when they first started. Judging from Zhang Long's tone just now, it seems that Zhang, Niu The three families of Cheng and Cheng are about to attack the Huang family.
Xuantian's anger may have touched the small white jade sword between his brows, this is the first time that Xuantian has a sword shadow appearing in his eyes.
The sword shadow in his eyes made Xuan Tian fascinated by the cultivation of sword skills, and his comprehension of sword skills was far beyond usual.
Soon after the second practice, Xuantian started the third practice!
Fourth time!
Fifth time!
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Over and over again, Xuantian practiced the Chasing Wind sword technique ten times in one breath, sweating profusely all over his body.
However, Xuantian still didn't stop, a sword stabbed obliquely, and Xuantian started the eleventh time again.
"Um!"
A sound of surprise came from Xuantian's mouth, the sword pierced out, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, as if he had realized something, but the feeling was fleeting and could not be captured.
Xuan Tian just moved his sword forward like this, and after a few snaps of his fingers, he didn't continue with the second move, instead of making a series of twists and turns, he retracted his sword, and stabbed obliquely again.
This sword raised Xuantian's spirit, but he didn't have that comprehension.
Xuantian retracted his sword again, and stabbed obliquely with his sword again, still nothing!
Withdraw the sword, a sword stabs out obliquely!
Withdrawing the sword again, a sword stabs out obliquely!
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After stabbing more than ten swords in a row, there is still no comprehension.
There is a saying that if you plant flowers deliberately, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will make shade.
When Xuantian raised his spirits and wanted to feel that burst of comprehension, no matter what, he couldn't enter the state just now.
Thinking that it might improve his spirit, he was too nervous, Xuantian tried to relax himself slowly.
Forget to understand.
Forget practicing sword.
Seemingly unconscious, Xuan Tian stabbed obliquely with his sword.
It seems to have a little feeling, but the feeling is too weak and not enough.
Xuantian once again stabbed obliquely with his sword.
Again, and again, and again.
Xuantian forgot everything, repeatedly used the first move of the Chasing Wind Sword Art - the sword rises like the wind.
Is it the hundredth time, or the two hundredth time, or the fifty or sixtieth time.
Xuan Tian didn't know, he felt that the number of times was a bit too much, but it seemed not too many, he forgot how many swords he stabbed.
I don't know how many times, Xuantian stabbed obliquely with a sword, and a sense of understanding came into his mind.
Xuantian's eyes closed suddenly, and his whole body maintained the posture of stabbing obliquely with a sword.
As the time passed by, Xuantian kept his posture unmoved.
After half an hour passed, Xuan Tian suddenly opened his eyes.
Xuan Tian looked around, his gaze became extremely sharp.
As the breeze passed, the green grass on the ground, the tip of the grass gently bent, and every leaf on the tree showed different postures with the wind.
Xuan Tian's sense of hearing also became extremely sharp. He heard a faint sound coming from under a nearby tree, but it sounded like someone was competing with swords.
Looking around, there are two praying mantises fighting. Their hard blade legs are coming and going, and they meet in the air, just like two swordsmen competing with swords, which seems to contain extremely exquisite moves.
"I see!"
Xuantian let out a soft cry, his mind was suddenly at ease, and he stabbed obliquely with his sword.
The calm air, following the stabbing of the sword, produced a wave of air flow, and a breeze was produced.
In the past, the Xuantian Sword Chasing the Wind sword technique used the sword to follow the wind. Only when the sword moves with the wind can one be able to use the sword to resist the wind.
However, this sword not only used the sword to control the wind, but created a gust of wind.
The wind-chasing swordsmanship can only exert its greatest power when there is wind, but now Xuantian can create a gust of wind when he stabs out with a sword. No matter what time the wind-chasing swordsmanship can exert its greatest power attack.
Even, it is far more powerful than the previous wind-chasing swordsmanship. In Xuantian's hands, the wind-chasing swordsmanship has almost improved by one level, and has become a top-grade sword skill of the Huang rank.
The whole set of sword moves of Zhuifeng swordsmanship continuously appeared and merged in Suitian's mind, and finally, a total of twenty-seven sword moves were fused by Xuantian into nine-style sword moves.
"From now on, there will be no middle-grade Huang-rank sword skill Chasing Wind and only the top-rank Huang-rank sword skill, the Nine Swords of Chasing Wind!"
As soon as the sword in Xuantian's hand moves, a sword stabs out, the air splits to the two sides, creating two streams of air, Xuantian's sword moves from left to right, following the two streams of air, Xuanzhi thrusts forward again and again, just like the wind , making it impossible to tell where the target of the attack is.
"Wind-breaking style!"