Chapter 30: The Frightening Dacheng Sword Technique
"Um?"
Under the competition stage, all the warriors who have not yet participated in the competition are paying attention to the battle situation on the stage. It is said that only by knowing yourself and the enemy can you win every battle. Although everyone will hide part of their strength in the preliminary competition, they can also make a general reference.
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At this moment, I noticed that there were not many people on the No. 6 competition stage where Mo Wentian made a shocking strike, but among them was a young girl in red. Her eyes were shocked and she tightened her hand holding the No. 43 wooden sign.
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"Is this person really that strong?"
This girl is naturally the person arranged by Chu Chen, named Qiyue. In the original plan, she should be the one to win this victory, but Chu Chen unexpectedly decided to give up this victory a day ago.
people!
Qi Qi was naturally unwilling to give in, but she also knew that Chu Chen's order could not be disobeyed, so she could only bury this unwillingness deep in her heart. Since the beginning of the competition, her eyes had been fixed on Mo Wentian's
She wanted to see why this unattractive young man got Chu Chen's favor.
Until this moment, Qiyue finally understood Chu Chen's choice, and her heart was slightly shaken. She knew that even if she was present, she might not be able to block Mo Wentian's sword!
What Qi Qiyue didn't know was that at this moment, even the instigator, Chu Chen, was staring at the No. 6 competition stage with a look of disbelief on his face. The tea cup he was holding in his hand was about to be crushed.
"What a fast knife!"
At this moment, Chu Chen's eyes were also illuminated by the light of Mo Wentian's sword. For a moment, Chu Chen even felt a little inappropriate about his arrangement.
"Brother Mo, Brother Mo, you really gave me a big surprise!"
His eyes flashed slightly, Chu Chen stretched out his hand, and a person who looked like an attendant immediately appeared next to him, bowing and lowering his eyes, very respectfully.
"Uncle Lin, make arrangements so that he can meet a weaker opponent in the next game!"
"This... I'm afraid it's difficult..."
Uncle Lin hesitated for a while, but finally looked at Chu Chen with a confused look on his face. He didn't understand why the young master was willing to pay so much for this unknown young man. You know, Chu Chen's situation now is not very good.
Well, it's not a good thing if someone gets caught.
"Do as I say, as long as you are not a master of the fourth level of body tempering or above!"
Chu Chen put down the tea cup in his hand with a firm expression. At this moment, he seemed to see a glimmer of hope rising from Mo Wentian's body, and he decided to take a gamble.
"yes!"
Finally, Uncle Lin gave in, responded, retreated and disappeared into the darkness behind Chu Chen. Chu Chen crossed his hands and put them under his nose, and his handsome face looked a little uneasy.
"Brother Mo, don't let me down!"
At the same time, the place below the competition stage also started to become lively, and voices of astonishment continued to be heard from the crowd. Many people stared at the competition stage with suspicious faces.
"What just happened?"
"I didn't see clearly. It seems that the one with the long sword lost."
Outside the competition stage No. 6, many spectators were confused by the scene in front of them. They had clearly seen the sword warrior before, so powerful and domineering, but how could he fall to the ground in just the blink of an eye?
On the ground, seriously injured?
However, most of the spectators did not care about the reason. Seeing that the winner was determined in one blow, they couldn't help but cheer loudly. Unfortunately, they were not real warriors and would never know the purpose of Mo Wentian's sword.
Wonderful and terrifying.
Mo Wentian heard the cheers erupting from around him and clenched his left hand into a fist. He did not look at Duan Chong who fell to the ground because he knew that he had already won.
"So, is this the scary thing about Dacheng's sword-raising and sword-retracting postures?"
For a moment, Mo Wentian's expression was a little dazed. He was still immersed in the thunderous sword strike just now. He never thought that his sword could be so fast.
Facing Duan Chong's Qingtian Sword Technique, Mo Wentian drew his sword, flattened it, slashed it, split it, and closed it in one go. The five sword techniques were all perfect, and Mo Wentian couldn't help but tremble all over. First
For the first time, he felt how powerful he was.
Duan Chong covered his lower abdomen with his left hand and knelt on one knee. Blood gurgled from between his fingers. Duan Chong did not pick up the long knife that had fallen aside. He just looked ahead with a horrified look on his face, looking at that
A young man who is a little thin in stature, and his clothes and weapons are a little shabby.
"How could this be possible!"
Duan Chong could not accept such a result. He had not yet used his most powerful sword skills, and he had not yet used the command spell on the back of his hand, yet he was defeated so clearly that he fell to the ground. He was not willing to accept it.
"What sword technique did you use just now!"
Duan Chong's face was ashen, and he clenched his bloody teeth. He didn't believe how a casual sword cultivator could have such powerful sword skills. He only used one sword, and in the midst of lightning and flint, he not only resisted his own attack,
He may even seriously injure himself!
"I'm just a casual cultivator. This kind of vulgar sword technique is beyond the eyes of you sect disciples, so I might as well not mention it."
After saying that, Mo Wentian ignored Duan Chong, who had lost his fighting power, and turned to look at the battle situation on the other side. At this time, the long-faced warrior Yuan Hua was also seriously injured by a knife and fell to the ground.
"You...you..."
Yuan Hua opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, pointing at the two opponents opposite him. He was furious in his heart. It was obviously a fair fight, so why did the two opponents join forces to deal with one of them?
However, before Yuan Hua said anything, the two people on the opposite side started fighting again, but this time their opponents were each other.
"Let's work together to deal with me first, and then decide the outcome? Haha, it's so calculating. Aren't you afraid of being taken advantage of by others?"
Yuan Hua wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the two people who were fighting inseparably for a while with hatred. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but subconsciously look towards the other end of the competition stage.
At one glance, Yuan Hua's face froze in place.
"That Mo Yun actually won?"
Yuan Hua couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't expect the battle over there to end so quickly. You know, he was suppressed and beaten by two people, while the other side should be an evenly matched battle. Even the young man with the long sword
Shouldn't it be stronger?
"boom!"
Before Yuan Hua could figure out what was going on, he heard a loud noise. The two unknown youths, who had become more and more courageous as they fought, suddenly struck hard, and the blades in their hands both shattered.
The two people flew backward together, and their bodies hit the competition stage heavily. In the blink of an eye, both sides were injured!
Mo Wentian stood there, watching the performance of the two people, and couldn't help but sigh slightly. Although he thought that he could pass the preliminary round with his own strength, Mo Wentian still wanted Chu Chen's help.
Be grateful.
The person who felt the most dissatisfied on the field was naturally Duan Chong. After seeing the scene in front of him, his vision almost went dark and he fainted from anger.
There is such a thing! Wouldn't that Mo Yun be directly promoted? The person standing there should be himself!
"Mo Yun, you can't win with force!"
Duan Chong roared like a beast, but was soon drowned out by the waves of cheers. Now on the competition stage, only Mo Wentian was still standing firm, and the victory was decided.
The strong man in the Qi refining stage in mid-air looked around. The moment the battle ended on the No. 6 competition stage, he stretched out his hand and gently grabbed it in the direction of the stage. He saw the man responsible for verifying the identity of the warrior beside the stage.
The official waved his sleeves, and a piece of wood flew into the air.
"No. 27, win!"
In a short sentence, Mo Wentian's name was not even announced, but Mo Wentian didn't care. He raised his fists high to the sky and accepted the deafening cheers from the audience.
At this moment, Mo Wentian wanted to thank the two brothers who helped him, but he couldn't do so, at least not now, so he just nodded slightly toward the two of them, then stepped on his feet, and his figure returned to the
Outside the competition arena, I took a deep breath.
"Won!"
It wasn't until this second that Mo Wentian finally let go.
The battle between Mo Wentian and others ended very quickly, leaving the other five competition stages still undecided. Mo Wentian defeated Duan Chong in seconds with one strike, and Yuan Hua was also defeated quickly with one against two. The whole process lasted no longer than 10 seconds.
Half a quarter of an hour later, Mo Wentian immediately became the target of public criticism.
"Is Channel 6 over so soon?"
"The five people over there are about the same strength, so it should be a fierce battle."
"Who knows what happened?"
The speed with which Mo Wentian was promoted aroused the fear of many warriors in the audience. It was not until they heard about the entire competition that everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
"Hey, this kid is really lucky!"
"Wearing a shabby mask and pretending to be a ghost, I almost got fooled by him!"
"If he meets me in the next game, let him know that in the face of strength, all luck is in vain!"
"You must pass the preliminaries first and then..."
Mo Wentian ignored all the comments and glances around him. At this moment, his attention was not on the other five competition stages, but on the center of the martial arts arena, where two people stood, one black and one black.
white.
Mo Wentian did not expect that the battle on his side would end so quickly. This was not what he expected, because at this time, he did not want to attract Li Yuanji's attention.
Fortunately, most of the people in the venue thought that Mo Wentian had just gotten lucky and got a big deal. Even Li Yuanji just glanced at Mo Wentian indifferently and then turned away.
There was a man who looked thoughtfully at the steel knife on Mo Wentian's waist.
There seemed to be an everlasting smile on this man's face, but at this moment, there seemed to be a hint of playfulness in the smile. Unfortunately, Mo Wentian did not notice all this.
Soon, the duels on the other five competition stages also came to an end. The final result was determined by the No. 2 competition stage. The winning warrior was just a miserable victory. There was no upset in the six games. His strength
The stronger warriors all won. Even one master with strength as high as the sixth level of Body Tempering was initially attacked by the other four, but in the end he relied on the burst of command spells to stand at the end.
After six games, 6 people advanced, 24 people were brutally eliminated, and after the injured were carried off the competition stage, the second round of preliminary rounds followed, and this time, everyone's eyes were focused on No. 1