Yunhai City has not been so lively for thousands of years. The last time it caused a sensation was when a group of cloud beasts made the wrong move and ran to Yunhai City to look for food. All the cultivators in the city went out in full force to drive them back to the depths of the cloud sea.
This time, you don't need to work as hard as last time. You just need to stay where you are and take out the source crystals to place your bets. Whether you make a profit or a loss depends on fate.
In a place like Yunhai City where there are so many people, there is no shortage of people who want to make a fortune. Both gambling houses are surrounded by people, and handfuls of source crystals are thrown in as if they are free.
Those who thought they had sharp eyes wanted to make a big bet, all betting on how many thunders the white-robed swordsman in the sky could withstand, and not forgetting to pretend to be profound and explain the tricks to the spectators beside them -
"This young man seems calm and composed, but he is too arrogant. Others who endure the heavenly thunder tribulation would endure a few thunders and then use magic weapons to avoid two of them, then take elixirs to regulate their energy and continue. But you see, he has not moved an inch since he went up to bear the thunder. He just managed to hold on. I'm afraid he won't last much longer."
"Yes, and I guess he must have comprehended some dangerous law, maybe the law of thunder. That's why the thunder he attracted this time was so scary."
"That makes sense. So I guess he is probably at the end of his rope. He will definitely break through the void and leave within the Five Paths!"
The young monk who had been listening for a long time was completely frightened and felt that what the two old elders said made a lot of sense. After hesitating for a long time, his hands finally stopped shaking and he made a bet without hesitation: "Okay! Then I bet that he can only survive within 60 thunderbolts!"
As a result, this guy just bought a large amount of source crystals, and five thunders came down from the dome in succession, each with the momentum of destroying the world.
Ye Shubai's back was straight, he did not retreat or dodge even a single step.
The eyes of the two Ascension-stage seniors lit up, and they counted quickly: "… Fifty-four, fifty-five! This kid is amazing!"
The young cultivator was stunned and stammered, "Senior, didn't you say that he would fly up within five thunderbolts? How come... why hasn't he flown yet?! I just bet 7,000 source crystals. This is the money I used to buy the magic weapon. I can't pay it back!"
"Hey, we didn't ask you to bet. How dare you, a kid with no experience in Ascension, interfere in our Ascension gambling game? Go away, don't block us two old brothers from watching the fun."
In comparison, the gambling on Guangjing's side was more popular. Even the kids who had just entered the Qi Refining Stage of cultivation knew a truth: if you bet on Shang Wuyang to win, you are guaranteed to make a profit.
The group of gamblers were discussing enthusiastically how much to bet. Some crazy people even sold their magic weapons on the spot in exchange for source crystals for gambling.
Several disciples of Dongxuan Sect were no exception. The rules in Dongxuan Sect were strict. They had secretly gone to the casino since they came to Yunhai Realm and earned some source crystals for their own happiness, but most of the money was spent on the trappers they had hired not long ago.
Now that the gambling game had begun again, Mi Yan and Yi Zi Mei felt itching in their hearts and hands, but Elder Zhang was also there, so they had no courage but to do something evil, and could only keep looking over there.
Finally, after hearing the people around him discussing what to buy with the winnings, Mi Yan could no longer hold back and approached Elder Zhang with a flattering smile: "Elder Zhang, Master Shang is teaching that ignorant little girl a lesson in there right now. How can we, as fellow disciples, just stand here and watch with nothing in our hands?"
He winked at his companion again, and immediately took over the conversation with a straight brow: "I have decided to show my support for Master Shang with practical actions!"
These two bastards, they just want to gamble and they even find some irrelevant excuses!
Elder Zhang glared at the two of them and spoke slowly: "What you two said does make some sense..."
The two disciples' eyes lit up, there's hope!
Elder Zhang turned his head away with a cold look, not looking at the two of them. He took out a mustard seed bag from his hand and said, "Go ahead. By the way, please pledge your feelings for Junior Brother Shang."
Mi Yan and Yi Zhi Mei couldn't help but be amazed after seeing the countless source crystals. My goodness, Elder Zhang might have even taken out his coffin money this time!
They seemed to have foreseen Shang Wuyang's victory long ago.
In other words, they seemed to be certain that Wen Yun would die under Shang Wuyang's sword.
Shen Xinghai looked expressionlessly at the two men from the Dongxuan Sect approaching, and the latter also caught a glimpse of him and Zhu Erchong, and couldn't help but laugh: "Hey, aren't these the two bricklayers from the little girl's island?"
Seeing that the two men were empty-handed, he narrowed his eyes and smirked, saying, "That's interesting. Earlier, you two relied on that little girl to disrespect each other. Now that little girl is almost gone, why don't you two show off your arrogance again?"
Yi Zimei laughed strangely and said, "I saw that you two didn't place any bets. I didn't expect that although your cultivation is not that good, your mind is still clear. You know that your little girl will definitely lose, so you don't dare to place any bets."
The two poor people could only silently endure the ridicule of the two people. Zhu Erchong couldn't stand it and retorted: "You two have so many source crystals. Instead of losing money by investing them in this gambling game, you might as well save them to buy two more pieces of paper money for your uncle Shang to burn."
As expected of Zhu Erchong, the moment he opens his mouth, people want to kill him to vent their anger. No wonder he was beaten by his master every day on the Second Peak.
It is true that you cannot fight in Yunhai City, but that does not affect your talking.
The narrow-eyed and straight-browed man was choked to the point of hurting his chest, and was so angry that he could only repeat the same sentence: "Poor bastard!"
The lethality of these two words to sword cultivators was no weaker than Zhu Erchong's previous words, and they directly hit the two poor sword cultivators.
Zhu Erchong and Shen Xinghai were so angry that their faces were filled with anger, but they couldn't spend a large sum of money to slap these idiots in the face as generously as they did before.
The reason is simple: poverty.
They still have some spiritual jade on them, but no one in the upper realm uses spiritual jade! One hundred pieces of top-grade spiritual jade cannot exchange for a piece of source crystal!
At this moment, Master Su Yuan, who had been silent for a long time, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He stepped out from the crowd and handed over a mustard seed bag expressionlessly: "There are still 150,000 source crystals in it. I bet all on Yun girl to win."
Zhu Erchong's hand holding the mustard seed sac trembled, and he took a breath of cold air: "How can there be so many!"
Master Su Yuan glanced at them coldly and said, "This is the money she asked me to use to forge swords for you two and buy magic weapons. I saw that you were too inexperienced to use it, so I saved it for you. It's yours anyway, so you can bet on it or not."
As for him, he stood in front of the people from Dongxuan Sect and even rolled his eyes at them.
After escaping from the Dongxuan Sect's frequent pursuit for a thousand years, Master Suyuan has now become calm and has really given up.
He was a man without a past, wandering around like a stray dog. Others had families, but he didn't; others had sects, but he didn't have one before, but now he had one, and he also had this bunch of little bastard disciples.
Since all his disciples had provoked Dongxuan Sect just like him, and everyone was the same, why was he still hiding? Anyway, if they wanted to escape, they would escape together, and if they wanted to kill, they would kill together.
A fierce murderous intent flashed in Master Suyuan's eyes.
If Yun girl died at Shang Wuyang's hands today, he would risk his life to leave the bodies of those people from Dongxuan Sect in Yunhai Realm. Killing one would not be a loss, and killing a pair would be a huge profit.
This weathered old swordsman clenched the plain black sword in his hand and slowly straightened his slightly hunched back, putting away his former slovenliness and laxity, as if he had once again become the aloof swordsman who made all the disciples of the Dongxuan Sect jealous.
Sure enough, the narrowed eyes and straight eyebrows opposite him seemed to cast their gazes at him inadvertently.
Oh, look, I am the traitor of Dongxuan Sect who you have been chasing for a thousand years but still can’t catch. Look, now I am in Yunhai City, what can you do to me
However, he narrowed his eyes and frowned: "Look at that old man staring at us, he is so wretched, why is his face covered with mud? Shit, why is there mud on his teeth?! Does he eat dirt?"
"Hey, maybe it's some crazy cultivator. Don't pay attention to him, or we might get our hands dirty."
Master Su Yuan: Please look at me! Look at the aura of kingship in me! Can you please respect the person being hunted
Compared with the bustle outside, the atmosphere inside the tower was almost cold to the extreme.
Shang Wuyang has never been a talkative person. He would not say harsh words before a battle, nor would he talk loudly about how correct his own way is. He only knows how to kill people.
So when Wen Yun had made careful preparations and stepped onto the No. 99 ring, the sharp sword on the opposite side, which was stained with a strong smell of blood, flew towards him without any warning like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue!
Wen Yun, who had anticipated this, quickly dodged. At the same time, her mental power burst out instantly, covering the entire arena!
Shang Wuyang's face remained calm. He was not surprised by her dodge. The first sword was just a test. The second sword was aimed at Wen Yun's vital points again.
Wen Yun's mental strength was completely broken. She dared not relax even a little. She felt as if she was dancing on the edge of a knife. She knew that if she made even the slightest mistake this time, she would fall into the abyss and there would be no recovery.
So, we can't lose.
Shang Wuyang's second attack missed again. The sword that was originally aimed at Wen Yun's heart somehow just brushed past her shoulder. The cold sword edge brushed past a strand of soft black hair and fluttered in the air on the dark arena.
A dark light flashed in his eyes.
The woman in front of him had flaws all over her body, from top to bottom. Any place where the sword could pierce her body could be used to kill her.
However, he couldn't touch him, as the opponent could always capture his every tiny movement and rely on those details to predict his next move, thereby avoiding all attacks.
Shang Wuyang lowered the sword in his hand, stood up straight, looked at Wen Yun indifferently, and suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "How many thunderbolts have you been struck by?"
Did he finally realize that it was the gap between his spirit and soul? Wen Yun narrowed his eyes and stared at Shang Wuyang, not letting down his guard just because he put down his sword.
Of course, she would not let go of the mental attack on the opponent.
"Not many, maybe just a few hundred. Anyway, more than you have."
Talking nonsense is not a sin. If talking nonsense can destroy the other person's self-confidence, she is willing to talk nonsense ten thousand times a day.
Unfortunately, Shang Wuyang's mentality was too strong. Although he frowned slightly when he heard "several hundred", he stopped talking after knowing that Wen Yun would not answer truthfully. He raised the sword in his hand again and attacked again like a storm.
The swordsmanship of the Dongxuan School is extremely famous in the upper realms, far beyond the reach of lower realm sects like the Qingliu Sword Sect.
The disciples can only continue to enjoy the glory of the sect's disciples if they try their best, otherwise they can only do menial jobs of low status. The sect's almost cruel elimination rules are destined to leave no waste, and Shang Wuyang, who can be regarded as a treasure by such a sect, must be extremely strong in swordsmanship.
Wave after wave of pressure surged towards Wen Yun.
Shang Wuyang's sword moves changed. It was no longer a simple sword stabbing at her vitals, but a set of phantom sword techniques. There was clearly only one sword, but in Wen Yun's eyes, it seemed as if thousands of sword tips were stabbing at her.
The young man holding the sword closed his eyes. On his pale face, only his long and thin eyebrows were particularly eye-catching, like two long swords flying diagonally like his temples, full of murderous intent.
What was projected through the light mirror was the scene that Wen Yun saw before his eyes.
Countless sword flashes poured down like heavy rain, and every inch of space was surrounded by sword shadows. Even though there was a layer of light mirror between them, the onlookers couldn't help but take a step back, feeling a chill on their backs. Putting themselves in Wen Yun's shoes, they immediately felt despair.
Who can escape from such sword skills
At this moment, not to mention the other cultivators, even the people of Dongxuan Sect were shocked.
"Elder Zhang, why haven't we seen this sword technique of Master Shang before?"
"It's the Shadowless Sword Technique." Elder Zhang swallowed hard and explained to the two younger generations beside him in a sharp voice: "Every time you kill someone, you can seal the dead person's soul into your sword spirit, and then release it through the sword intent. Each sword intent is full of fierceness. This sword technique is said to be created by the Supreme Mysterious Immortal."
"Shangxuan Immortal Venerable... Isn't that Master Shang's master?"
"Yes, only the two of them know this set of swordsmanship."
…
Wen Yun could detect the direction of every sword attack, but she had no way to dodge it. Because the entire arena was filled with Shang Wuyang's sword intent, the entire arena was filled with a gloomy murderous atmosphere, and Wen Yun seemed to hear the sharp and mournful howling of the dead.
These unconscious undead souls became Shang Wuyang's sword spirits, piercing her body fiercely.
A holy aura suddenly burst out from Wen Yun's body. The clothes she had previously sewn with the scrolls burst apart, and hundreds of light-based defensive magics were instantly released.
"Holy Light Protection!"
The originally dim arena of Light Fairy suddenly burst into a dazzling brilliance comparable to the sun, illuminating every dark spot!
After the sword intent mixed with the spirits of the undead touched the dazzling barrier, it melted quickly like ice and snow under the scorching sun. Faintly, Wen Yun seemed to hear sighs of relief.
She didn't have time to think about it, because Shang Wuyang's murderous intention was extremely firm, and he did not stop because of this sudden change.
He was focused and the only word in his mind was "kill".
After Wen Yun blocked the sword intent, he did not stop and stabbed the black sword in his hand straight at Wen Yun. Under the cover of the sword intent that had not yet disappeared, he coldly pressed it against Wen Yun's brow.
Cool touch.
If he stabbed it just an inch deeper, the cold and arrogant girl in front of him would become a victim of his killing law, just like the millions of people before her, with her beautiful but empty eyes gradually losing their warmth.
There was a sharp pain between her eyebrows; the sword had pierced her skin and was about to kill her soul.
At this moment, unless God has eyes and turns back time, there is no room for maneuver.
Time... goes backwards
The supreme principle in the world, the law of time and space, legend has it that only gods can manipulate time.
Wen Yun comprehended the laws of time and space, but she used the laws of space the most, because time was unpredictable and difficult to control. Space only changed the position of oneself or some people, while time... no matter it was stagnant, moving forward, or flowing backwards, it changed the entire universe, and a single move affected the entire body.
For a long time, Wen Yun has been thinking about a question: what does time look like
This time, she finally got the answer to this question.
In a trance, Wen Yun seemed to see a long shadow spreading behind her. It turned out that her soul had caught up with the speed of the passage of time and saw those passing scenes.
She saw herself a moment ago, and also saw Shang Wuyang a moment ago. At that time, his sword was just against her forehead.
This is it. We can only gain this moment, but it is enough!
The laws of time and space suddenly erupted, and time went backwards!
No one noticed it, except Shang Wuyang, who stabbed out the sword. He suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart, as if he had blinked like this before.
His sword once again touched Wen Yun's forehead.
However, at the same time, the dragon bone staff seemed to be able to predict the future and swung heavily towards Shang Wuyang!
Under the gazes of everyone, the genius from the Dongxuan Realm was like a black bird with broken wings, and was smashed heavily out of the ring!
There was still some residual light of holy protection on the ring.
On the stage, only that slender shadow was left. She held that strange dragon bone wand and announced the fate of those who fell off the stage in a cold and arrogant voice.
"You lose."