Mo Wenshuang also felt the coercion of the man named Chen, and suddenly her heart moved. There was only one elder named Chen in the Imperial Palace. Could it be that the person who came just now was Chen Li, who was known as the Sword Immortal? No wonder he brought him as soon as he appeared.
With such great pressure, it seems that cultivators in the middle stage of Liberation Realm are not comparable to these young cultivators in the Divine Sea Realm.
Before, Mo Wenshuang thought that Chen Li should be an old man after countless years of hard training, but now it seems that the other party has practiced the skills to the state of transformation, and his appearance has remained forever.
Following Chen Li's order, at this moment, a monk in the realm of life and death flew from the stands to the field.
This man looked to be in his fifties, with a thin build and two rat whiskers that were over a foot long. Mo Yun Xuan Gong said loudly:
"This Renhuang Palace Sword Trial will be hosted by Mr. Zhu. I believe all the disciples of the Renhuang Palace here also know the rules, so Mr. Zhu will not be verbose. Now there are sixteen venues in the martial arts field. When the name is called
Disciples, two by two, enter a venue to compete, and the winner can advance to the next round. Remember to compete with the same disciples, and no disciples should die, otherwise they will be disqualified from participating in the sword trial meeting."
Listening to what the man surnamed Zhu said, Mo Wenshuang wondered who this person was. During the time he spent with Yun Yu, he also gained some understanding of the monks above the realm of life and death in the Human Emperor's Palace. After some thought,
I thought to myself:
"It turns out this person is Zhu Fangyu!"
Zhu Fangyu is a monk in the middle stage of life and death. The two long rat whiskers are his unique symbol. As soon as this man's voice fell, several light curtains rose up in the martial arts field, which separated sixteen blocks.
Open space. These light curtains are like cages. Monks can enter and cast spells inside, but they will not affect the people watching the battle outside.
Seeing that everything was ready, Zhu Fangyu turned over with one hand, and there was a jade slip in his palm. His consciousness sank into it and he read loudly:
"Tong Jingda, Zhou Peng, the first competition..."
As he read out names in groups, monks kept jumping out of the surrounding stands and quickly entered the venue.
All of a sudden, sixteen groups of opponents began to take action. Various magical weapons bloomed with brilliance, colliding with each other, and sometimes making loud rumbling noises.
Mo Wenshuang's eyes were almost exhausted, and his eyes moved back and forth among the sixteen fields. This was the first time he saw so many people fighting. The moves were all kinds of strange.
Chen Li sat on the chair with a calm expression on his face. A pair of tiger eyes wandered around the venue. After a moment, he shook his head helplessly. In his opinion, the competition between these disciples was not interesting at all and was full of flaws.
There is not much time, and there will be a set of competitions to determine the winner. The winner can advance to the next round, while the loser can only stop here.
During the alternation of reincarnations, the venue was changing frequently. Mo Wenshuang was watching the competition with concentration, and suddenly heard Zhu Fangyu shouting:
"Mo Wenshuang versus Wang Yun, Venue No. 12."
As soon as he heard his name, Mo Wenshuang's whole body felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood. It was finally his turn to appear on the stage. His body rose into the air and entered the No. 12 venue with several ups and downs. At this time, a monk named Wang Yun
Already come in.
He raised his head and glanced at his opponent, only to see that he was a man of about thirty years old. Frowning, Mo Wenshuang felt that this person should not be practicing fast, otherwise he would not have entered the Divine Sea at this age.
The early stage of the environment.
"Senior Brother Wang, please show mercy."
Mo Wenshuang politely bowed to Wang Yun and said.
Wang Yun looked at it, then sneered and said:
"Junior brother, don't worry. It's your first time participating in the sword trial. Senior brother, I will definitely be merciful and won't let you lose too miserably."
Wang Yun was not polite, and looked like he was sure of winning. Mo Wenshuang was speechless for a while. Not only was this person slow in cultivation, but he was also very arrogant.
"Thank you, senior brother."
He narrowed his eyes, and two rays of cold light shot out from Mo Wenshuang's eyes. He patted the storage bag at his waist with one hand, and immediately a red light flashed out. It was the red flying sword that Yun Yu gave him.
A magic formula was fired, and the red flying sword let out a soft cry and slashed towards Wang Yun. However, Wang Yun calmly took out a green knife, and with the help of his spiritual power, the knife quickly grew in size.
It was about ten feet in size, and it was slashed away by Mo Wenshuang's flying sword.
Buzz!
As soon as the two magic weapons came into contact, ripples of spiritual power spread out in all directions. Mo Wenshuang took advantage of this opportunity, exerted force with his feet, and rushed towards Wang Yun like an arrow.
Endless spiritual power erupted from the divine sea in his body. When he activated the Three Immortals Sword Technique, a half-foot-long white sword light emitted from the tips of his ten fingers. He grabbed Wu Yun like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep.
"kindness?"
Wang Yun, who had a look of disdain on his face just now, suddenly froze. He didn't expect that this seemingly inconspicuous junior could actually cultivate sword light.
In conjunction with his spiritual consciousness, he summoned the giant green sword back to his side and blocked it in front of him as a small escape. At the same time, Mo Wenshuang's grasp arrived.
Sonorous!
The sword light on his fingertips grasped the broadsword as if it were real, making a sound of gold and iron. Wang Yun was frightened. If such an attack hit his body, there would be five transparent blood holes. He didn't wait.
When he realized what he was doing, Mo Wenshuang raised his right foot and kicked the sword hard.
boom!
There was a ball of white light on the tip of his toe, with the sound of whistling wind, and he kicked the big knife with full strength. With the strength of Mo Wenshuang's tyrannical body, Wang Yun felt as if he had been hit by a huge thing weighing a thousand pounds. His whole body
Together with the sword, they were knocked far away and finally hit the light curtain.
Mo Wenshuang succeeded in the attack without stopping at all. With a movement of consciousness, the red flying sword rushed to the top of Wang Yun's head. With a flash of inspiration, he was covered in it. He could fall down and kill him at any time. If this was
In a life-and-death struggle, Wang Yun would have died long ago.
"In the twelfth game, Mo Wenshuang wins!"
Zhu Fangyu's voice sounded, which heralded the end of the competition.
"Thank you, Senior Brother Wang, for letting me go."
After putting away the flying sword, Mo Wenshuang said with a happy face. At this moment, Wang Yun's face turned red and white, and the arrogance just now disappeared. He walked out of the light curtain without looking back.
At this time, in the stands, a dignified and extremely beautiful girl in green clothes twitched slightly at the corner of her mouth when she heard Mo Wenshuang's name.
The woman is young and beautiful, wearing a blue palace dress. If you go by her appearance, she is no more than twenty years old. She has delicate features, graceful figure, and a petite jade nose that looks like fairy dust. With the slight movement of her nose, she gives people a charming look.
With the urge to hear her breath, her red lips and white teeth opened slightly, and the fairy sound continued! Especially the pair of eyes, as agile as the pupils of the water! This woman is Xiao Jingxuan.
At the same time, a female disciple next to her was whispering to her:
"Master, this person is Mo Wenshuang, who was so angry that Junior Brother Yu vomited blood."
The speaker was the female cultivator who accompanied Yu Deshui to find Yu Chengtai that day. Xiao Jingxuan's smart eyes looked in the direction of the female cultivator's finger, and her charming and beautiful face condensed slightly.
"Zhu'er, you didn't admit your mistake?"
"Don't worry, my disciple saw it with his own eyes that day, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it."
The female cultivator named Zhu'er nodded repeatedly. Xiao Jingxuan's face darkened slightly. She felt that Mo Wenshuang looked very familiar, but for a moment she couldn't remember where she had seen her before.
At this moment, Chen Li suddenly spoke.
"Whose disciple is the monk who won the No. 12 spot?"
Hearing this, many life and death monks below looked puzzled at the same time. Xiao Jingxuan stood up at this time, moved his steps slightly, and walked up to Chen Li with his graceful figure like the breeze.
"Elder Chen, this man is Li Chengtai's disciple."
"Oh, when did that guy take in such a wise disciple? Judging from the sword light in this guy's hand just now, it should be from the 'Three Immortals Sword Art'. And the close-hand combat is equally strong. It seems that he has practiced some kind of physical training.
exercises."
Chen Li said with great interest.
Upon hearing the words "Three Immortals Sword Art", Xiao Jingxuan's beautiful eyes flashed, but she did not speak again.
"Observe this boy carefully. I would like to see how far this elder can advance to?"
Chen Li seemed to be very interested in Mo Wenshuang and said with a smile.
"This guy didn't give his best in the competition just now."
"how do you know?"
Zhenli was stunned for a moment, touched his chin with one hand and said.
"After he fought against Yu Chengtai's descendants before, he defeated them with just two moves."
Xiao Jingxuan said calmly.
"Haha! Interesting. Let's see who his opponent is in the second round. Can he be forced to use all his abilities?"
Chen Li became more and more interested. He didn't expect that he could still find some fun among a bunch of monks in the Divine Sea Realm. At this moment, the competition in the field was still going on. Mo Wenshuang returned to his seat and could not calm down for a while.
He was so excited that he won so easily in the first battle. It seemed that his opponent would not be too strong in the next round of competition.
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Zhu Fangyu shout Yu Deshui's name loudly. When he looked around, Yu Deshui had already entered the light curtain.
"It would be great if I could meet him in the second round."
Mo Wenshuang was thinking like this. After he defeated Yu Deshui in the last fight, he had some confidence in his heart. If he could make a fool of himself again in front of so many palace disciples, he would definitely defeat him.
of arrogance.
In a short time, Yu Deshui also decided the winner, and he actually won. At this time, Yu Deshui returned to Xiao Jingxuan's side, with a hint of excitement on his face.
"Deshui, come here."
When he heard Xiao Jingxuan calling him, Yu Deshui took a few steps forward with great respect.
"Here's this for you. You might be able to use it in the second round of competition later."
As he spoke, Xiao Jingxuan suddenly turned over one hand, and a simple bronze bell appeared in his hand. Seeing the small bell, Yu Deshui's eyes lit up and he swallowed unconsciously.
This bell is called the "Eight Spirit Bell" and is a magic weapon belonging to Xiao Jingxuan. It is rarely seen on weekdays.
"Uncle Master, what do you mean?"
"You take it and use it first, then return it to me after the competition is over. Senior Brother Yu and I have always had a good relationship. Although you are not my disciple, you can't lose too badly. In this way, Senior Brother Yu's face will be tarnished.
.”
Xiao Jingxuan's beautiful eyes flashed, and a knowing smile appeared on her stunning face.
"Thank you, uncle!"
He carefully took the 'Eight Spirit Bell' from Xiao Jingxuan's hand, played with it for a while, and then put it into his storage bag. With this magic weapon, Yu Deshui was confident that ordinary monks of the same level would never be his match.