Chapter Nineteen: Lishui Sword Vs Eight Lingling Bells
In the martial arts field, the sixteen competition venues are fighting one by one, and the fluctuations of spiritual power make the surrounding light curtain buzz.
Half a day later, the first round of competition ended, and soon the opponents in the second round of competition left one after another. This time, Mo Wenshuang also competed with a monk of the same level. It took almost no effort and went smoothly.
has advanced to the third round.
Chen Li in the stands saw Mo Wenshuang winning easily again, and his expression became more concerned. In the Human Imperial Palace, those who know the Three Immortals Sword Art are usually monks above the life and death realm, and few are at the divine sea realm.
The monks practice directly.
There is no other reason. First, compared with ordinary skills, the Three Immortals Sword Techniques are still somewhat difficult and difficult to master. Therefore, most monks who have just broken into the Divine Sea Realm will choose some relatively simple ones that are effective and quick.
The practice of exercises.
Second, the Three Immortals Sword Technique comes from the "Book of Escape", which was understood by the second generation Human Emperor. If it is learned too much by low-level monks, it may be leaked.
As for the third reason, this technique is a fragment. The Human Emperor's Palace only contains the contents of the first six floors, and the last six layers were lost with the fall of the second generation of the Human Emperor. Almost no one would choose this incomplete technique.
Dharma, practice it with all your heart and soul.
Yu Chengtai passed down the Three Immortals Sword Technique to Mo Wenshuang, and the latter practiced it willingly and achieved certain results. This is what made Chen Li very puzzled.
However, Yu Chengtai is currently traveling and has not come back yet. If he were by his side, he would have already asked. What surprised Chen Li even more was that Mo Wenshuang seemed to have some body-training skills.
Even he did not dare to try this strategy of dual cultivation of law and body.
Although the life span of the monks is far longer than that of ordinary people, their energy is still limited in the process of cultivation. If they learn both at the same time, their power will naturally be powerful, but if they focus on one and neglect the other, they may often affect each other. In addition, body training is an extremely strenuous way of cultivation.
, the effects are slow, so most monks will choose the path of Dharma cultivation and use magic weapons to continuously improve their strength.
Two hours later, the second round of competition ended, and then came the third round of competition. However, the third round of competition was a little different. The monks in the early stage of the Divine Sea Realm might encounter the monks in the middle stage. In this way,
Come on, disciples will suffer in the early stages of cultivation.
This is why, in previous sword trial meetings, the last ten people who fought to the end were always monks in the late stage of the Divine Sea Realm. In a sense, the amount of spiritual energy reserves in the Divine Sea alone was far inferior to that of the early disciples.
's disciple.
"The first group of disciples to compete next time, Mo Wenshuang knows how to get water!"
Hearing Zhu Fangyu's voice, Mo Wenshuang's heart suddenly moved, and a cold look appeared on his face inadvertently. He really didn't expect that his wish would come true.
At the same time, Yu Deshui, who was standing next to Xiao Jingxuan, clenched his teeth and looked fierce. Last time in front of Zhu Er, he lost miserably. This time, he had to do it in front of many palace disciples.
When he came back, he reached out and touched the 'Eight Spirit Bells' in the storage bag. Yu Deshui straightened up and jumped into the field.
"Brother, be careful!"
Zhu'er kept shouting from behind that this woman was a popular person around Xiao Jingxuan, and Yu Deshui took a fancy to this and treated her particularly well. This actually caused some misunderstandings in Zhu'er's heart.
Xiao Jingxuan's eyes narrowed. She did not expect that Mo Wenshuang would encounter Yu Deshui at the beginning of the third round, but this woman also wanted to see what this Mo Wenshuang could do.
At this time, Mo Wenshuang walked into the venue and looked at Yu Deshui, who had an angry look on his face, and smiled lightly.
"Senior Brother Yu, is this God's will?"
"Yes! It's God's will. I want all the disciples in the Imperial Palace to see how you fell at my feet."
Yu Deshui's eyes were about to burst, and the veins on his head popped out.
"I think the same as you."
Mo Wenshuang sneered, then patted the storage bag with one hand, and the red flying sword flashed out. It circled in front of him and stopped steadily.
Seeing this scene, Yu Deshui felt very surprised. In the previous battles, Mo Wenshuang did not use the Li Shui Sword. Is he already so powerful? Can he win easily without relying on magic weapons?
"Stop talking nonsense, let's see what happens under your hands!"
With a flash of consciousness, a cyan flying sword flew out from Yu Deshui's storage bag. Compared with the one that was cut off by Mo Wenshuang last time, this flying sword seemed sharper.
Yu Deshui moved his hands, and two magic formulas shot out in an instant. In a flash, they were submerged into the green flying sword. With a soft buzzing sound, the green flying sword suddenly grew in size, reaching a height of ten feet.
Big or small. When his god urged him, he slashed towards Mo Wenshuang with a whoosh sound.
"Senior Brother Yu, do you think you can defeat me with this meager means?"
Mo Wenshuang stood there, looking at the huge flying sword that was speeding towards him, and said disdainfully. Then he moved and quickly hid to the side. He pointed at Yu Deshui with his backhand. A red light flashed, and the flying sword flashed.
The sword slashed at the opponent like a meteor from the sky.
Yu Deshui didn't say a word. His consciousness mobilized the huge flying sword, turned around and slashed, directly blocking Mo Wenshuang's flying sword in mid-air.
Ding!
Due to the huge difference in size between the two flying swords, when the red flying sword struck the blue giant sword, it was like a nail. Sparks flew around and spiritual energy flew everywhere.
Mo Wenshuang raised his eyebrows slightly and suddenly exerted force on his feet. The moment the flying sword was blocked, his body jumped into the air. He clenched the five fingers of his right hand into a fist. The golden divine sea in his body buzzed softly and exploded instantly.
The majestic spiritual power was released and poured into his right fist.
The fist hits the giant sword at the waist, the wind of the fist roars, and the spiritual energy is everywhere!
boom!
The fist wrapped in endless aura hit Yu Deshui's giant sword hard. A loud noise was heard, and the giant sword trembled as if it had been hit hard. The aura dimmed a lot in an instant. At the same time, ripples of spiritual power came from
spread in the confrontation between the two.
"What a powerful body!"
"Isn't this person a body-refining monk?"
On the stands, countless monks were stunned. All eyes were suddenly focused on the competition arena between Mo Wenshuang and Yu Deshui. Even Chen Li, who had been steadily entering Mount Tai, raised his eyelids a few times.
The reason why Mo Wenshuang used his physical body to forcibly shake Yu Deshui's flying sword was firstly to test the strength of his physical body, and the two of them also wanted to impress everyone and attract everyone's attention.
With this blow, the giant sword flew out, and Yu Deshui was also very shocked. He had experienced Mo Wenshuang's body before, so he reacted immediately after being surprised.
He pinched the magic formula with one hand, and then rushed towards his flying sword. The moment he was about to come into contact with the flying sword, a cold snort suddenly came from his mouth. At the same time, the magic formula in his hand penetrated into the flying sword.
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Ouch!
A sound like the roar of a beast came from the sword, and the dim spiritual light suddenly became strong. In an instant, the flying sword was wrapped in a strong spiritual power, and several surges directly transformed into a ferocious green tiger.
"Spiritualization!"
Mo Wenshuang, who was feeling proud in his heart, couldn't help but feel his heart sink when he saw the scene in front of him. He never expected that Yu Deshui had actually understood the meaning of the sword and could spiritualize the magic weapon.
"Haha! These two boys are getting more and more interesting. They have both practiced to this extent."
Chen Li's eyes were filled with joy. He felt more and more that this competition was unusual.
Ouch!
Although the shape of the tiger transformed by the giant cyan sword was still a little blurry, the outline of the tiger could be roughly seen. It pounced straight towards Mo Wenshuang's body.
The roar of the tiger was mixed with a strong wind, which blew Mo Wenshuang's robes loudly. Before the attack came, the shocking pressure had already arrived.
Caught off guard, Mo Wenshuang had no choice but to use a small stainless steel shield. With a flash of white light, the small shield quickly transformed to a size of half a foot and stood in front of him.
Rumble!
The spiritual flying sword collided with the fine steel shield, and a deafening sound lingered in the sky above the martial arts field. The force of this blow directly dented Mo Wenshuang's fine steel shield, and a flash of spiritual light
It fell to the ground, and it could no longer be used.
Mo Wenshuang frowned and ignored the destroyed magical weapon. He stepped out to the side and fired a magic formula at the flying sword not far away. Suddenly the sword flashed red, and in the blink of an eye, three red
A circular halo of light separated from the sword flower. The size of these three haloes quickly increased, each about half a foot in size.
Three halos of light shot out one after another, hitting the green 'tiger' in a few flashes.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After three muffled sounds, the spiritual flying sword returned to its original shape and hit the light curtain with undiminished power.
"Three-ringed moon! This guy has actually practiced the Three Immortals Sword Art to the second level!"
Chen Li stood up from the chair all of a sudden, with a look of disbelief in his eyes. At the same time, the whole audience gasped. He knocked back the spiritual flying sword with one blow. What an attack power it was.
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Just now, Yu Deshui was complacent about destroying Mo Wenshuang's steel shield, but then his expression changed drastically, and a fierce light appeared in his eyes.
"Mo Wenshuang, it's me but you today!"
In this confrontation, Yu Deshui did not get any benefits. He was so angry that he no longer thought about the rules of the competition. With a movement of his consciousness, a ray of light flashed out of the storage bag and spun around.
Then, hovering in front of him, it was the 'Eight Spirit Bell' that Xiao Jingxuan had borrowed from him before!
"go!"
The word "Go" came out of his mouth, and the Eight Spirit Bells emitted a long and long chime. Then the spiritual light flashed all over his body. The figure of the small bronze bell blurred and disappeared on the spot. The next moment, it appeared directly above Mo Wenshuang's head.
Dang! The bell rang again, which made Mo Wenshuang's ears buzz and gave him a splitting headache. It was even difficult to raise his head.
"stop!"
When Xiao Jingxuan saw this scene, her dark eyebrows hardened, and her pretty face showed anger. She lent Yu Deshui the Eight Spirit Bells just to help him defend himself, but she didn't expect him to actually have murderous intentions.
At this moment, a green water light flashed below the Eight Spirit Bell, and then vast spiritual power surged out like the Yangtze River, directly acting on the Eight Spirit Bell.
boom!
A loud noise shook the earth, and the Eight Spirit Bell was blasted into the mid-air by a water-colored light beam. Everyone was shocked, and they gathered their eyes and looked below the Eight Spirit Bell. Mo Wenshuang didn't know when, there was a lot of weapons in his hand.
He picked up a long sword with flashing light and looked at Yu Deshui not far away with an ugly expression.
"Li Shui Sword! Yu Chengtai passed on all these magic weapons to him!"
Seeing the long sword in Mo Wenshuang's hand, Chen Li blinked his eyes a few times and said thoughtfully in his heart.