But soon, everything became clear. While rushing forward at a very fast speed, Yang Di swung the sword in his hand forward and slashed out with a sword.
In an instant, the surrounding light and shadow were eclipsed, and an inexplicable aura gathered in the sword, as if the dawn was breaking, lighting up the battlefield.
That sword gang, although lonely, has unimaginable concentration, as if the rhythm of the surroundings is synchronized with it.
Wow!
The next moment, an astonishing scene appeared. The densely swept sword energy was separated like a wave meeting a giant ship.
The figure struck out with a sword, using the sword to clear the way, and its momentum was like breaking a bamboo!
"Gather!"
Yun Teng, the Taoist swordsman prodigy, shouted, quickly stopped his hand, stopped the impact of the six spiritual swords, and gradually launched layers of defense.
Dangdang stall...
The crisp sounds of metal clashing continued one after another. In a strange scene, the slashed sword gang actually overlapped with the war sword. Yang Di held the war sword and struck, and the spiritual swords were knocked away one after another.
clang!
With the final loud and piercing sound, the sword that Yun Teng grabbed and his whole body were shaken and staggered back.
It's just a sword, nothing fancy, but it cuts through everything!
The surroundings fell into silence. The sword was so stunning that no one could even find words to describe it.
Even the old men in the Daomen Sword Hall were stunned. What kind of sword was that? Why could people not understand where the essence was?
But it doesn’t matter if you can’t figure it out, the point is, the effect is terrible!
Yunteng's six swords flew together, wielding sword energy and performing profound sword techniques. However, all the methods that were almost perfect at that level collapsed instantly under that sword.
Even the silhouette of the lonely old man standing among the ancient buildings had his eyelids twitching. He, Wei Zhongtian and a few other kendo masters were among the few people present who could understand the sword clearly.
That really does not belong to the ordinary field of swordsmanship.
"How is this possible?" After taking several big steps back, Yun Teng stabilized his figure. Then, this Taoist swordsman prodigy looked extremely ugly and screamed, unable to believe that this was true.
He didn't understand the essence of that sword, but he vaguely felt that when the sword came, his attack had flaws everywhere.
How terrible this feeling is, only in that moment can we experience it firsthand.
Yang Di stood there, not taking advantage of the victory to pursue, and he didn't even have much emotional fluctuations. The soul sword is the sword and the soul. Once immersed in that mystery, the whole person's state of mind will resonate with the sword.
"Let's decide the outcome with one sword." He said calmly.
This left countless monks present speechless, but looking at that figure, they had inexplicable emotions that were difficult to express. For some reason, they found it difficult to refute the arrogant words of refining the medicine.
It is obvious that this alchemist's current temperament has completely changed, since it is different from the one when he displayed the power of his domineering body just now.
Yunteng also calmed down, his mood suffered a heavy blow, but at this time, the sword in his hand has not yet been defeated, and his confidence cannot be lost.
He said nothing more and concentrated on exerting his strength. The six spiritual swords gathered together, and the golden glow radiated from his body, blending with the spiritual swords.
At the same time, thirty-two clearly visible sword auras filled the air from his body, like the light and shadow of a golden dragon passing through.
The Taoist master's eyes widened, Yunteng was about to unleash the strongest attack in his current realm.
This made many veteran monks secretly admire him. He was indeed a prodigy in the art of swordsmanship. On the surface, he had a strong voice, but his heart in swordsmanship was as stable as a rock. The defeat just now did not affect the preparation of this sword.
Yang Di was also a little frightened. The thirty-two sword energies were so amazing, eleven more than him.
Although his soul sword is not based on sword energy, the initial combat power is still closely related to the amount of sword energy.
Yang Di knew that if he wanted to distinguish the level of this sword, he would have to take action.
Without any hesitation, Yang Di raised his sword and pointed at the sky and the earth. The majestic spiritual power turned into a vortex, spinning on the sword's edge.
That scene was quite shocking, and for a swordsman monk, it was too special. Generally, the power of swordsmanship is exerted by swinging, thrusting, and chopping with sword moves.
But now, the alchemist's sword power is slowly revealed in this intuitive way.
There seemed to be strong spiritual power in that vortex, which was condensing and compressing into a point.
"How can the power of sword moves be interpreted in this way?" An elder of the Dao Sect Sword Hall found it difficult to accept. This simply overturned their understanding.
"Because it is a soul sword. It uses the power of the soul to stir up the power of the sword, and all changes have been reorganized." A Taoist sect elder said thoughtfully. After staring for a long time, he finally saw some clues.
The Soul Sword is too unfamiliar to them.
The old madman, Wei Zhongtian, the master of Iron Sword Yama Luo Zixiao Pavilion and others who have higher attainments in swordsmanship have seen more deeply and learned a lot from it.
The Soul Sword is not just a name for nothing, it does have something terrifying and different.
"open!"
Yunteng was the first to attack, with six spiritual swords intertwined and blended with Haoran's righteous energy. The golden glow disappeared, turning into a huge sword shadow of turbid energy.
It is dizzying, as if the turbid air of the earth was condensed when the world was created, and it is extremely magical.
Some elders who are familiar with the inheritance of Sword Sect are quite surprised. It seems to be an alternative magical power in the first chapter of Sanqing Sword Art. How old is this Yunteng? He can actually present it like this. He is worthy of being a genius.
name.
That huge sword shadow with turbid air was like a lone boat falling, and its power was frightening.
At this time, Yang Di also moved, and the only sword in his hand was swept out plainly. Everything on the blade was dim, except for the tip of the sword, where a white vortex the size of a fist flew out.
The size of the two is simply disproportionate.
Wow!
However, the next moment, a terrifying scene appeared. The vortex suddenly converged into a point, and then exploded. The cyclones swept there and tore the huge sword shadow into pieces in an instant.
This scene was quite shocking, as if a small boat suddenly disintegrated in the sky.
boom!
As the concentrated blow was shattered, Yun Teng's body trembled violently, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he flew out uncontrollably.
In the end, he flew out of the red line and lost.
"So strong!"
After many people around were in a daze for a moment, they finally all moved in unison. The way the two separated their burdens was quite unusual.
However, anyone who is familiar with swordsmanship knows that this kind of competition is more dangerous than that kind of continuous fierce battle. If it is not on the Nine Immortals Platform, life and death will be determined at every turn.
After Yunteng was defeated and flew out of the red line, without saying a word and with an expressionless face, he was sent out of the Nine Immortals Platform by a dim light curtain.
Xu Fengnian and others from the Taoist sect also showed a bit of worry at this moment. The alchemist had already exceeded expectations.
The body is so terrifying, and the swordsmanship is so amazing now. If a person like this continues to grow, his future achievements will be the same as those of the ancient geniuses. It is probably difficult to judge by common sense.
Could it be that another person who may subvert the status of the Taoist sect has appeared?
At this time, people noticed that as he continued to win in this round, Yang Di had won nine games in a row and entered the top eight.
Most of those who had placed bets before had lost. Even if Yao Yekong allowed several changes of mind later, there were still very few people who placed bets on nine games.
Then there are those who bet on ten games.
Among them, the pearl of the Tantai family is the most special. Unlike some people who are lucky, this pearl of the ancient cultivator family seems to have carefully analyzed before betting on so many games.
Moreover, those who play luck and pursue high odds have a very average bet value, and they probably have little confidence.
Tantai Qiuyue, on the other hand, had bet on more than a dozen precious medicines, which was not a small matter at all.
If Yang Di wins another game and then loses, according to the odds previously promised by Yao Yekong, she will receive a compensation of 512 times her own chips!
"Oh my God! Doesn't this mean that she can get a huge profit of more than 5,000 pieces of precious medicine?" After a little calculation, a monk was completely shocked.
The members of the Tantai family were also very excited. If they could win, it would be a huge profit. That was the young lady’s personal decision. They, young and old, would not dare to play like this.
But now it seems that they all seriously underestimated the alchemist's ability, so they also lost a lot of bets. They were heartbroken and could only hope that the lady would win back magnificently.
However, this seems to require some luck.
There are currently eight people left on the Nine Immortals Platform. With the strength shown by the alchemist before, it is hard to say who else can defeat him except the snow girl and the man in golden armor. Those two ancient geniuses must meet in the next round.
Yes, but this round it is not possible.
Under the spotlight, the draw of the four groups of duels quickly came to a conclusion.
To the disappointment of the few monks who gambled on nine games, Yang Di did not win the snow girl or the man in golden armor.
He met an extraordinary genius from the Tianji tribe.
This person's previous performance was also quite outstanding. His ability to control battles seemed to have a terrifying talent. He could easily find flaws or weaknesses in any opponent's moves.
Yang Di then fought with him and received several slaps in succession. The feeling was very strange, as if he had just raised his hand and this elegant young man knew the direction and trajectory of his attack.
Seeing him being hit repeatedly, many monks were in disbelief and marveled at how special this genius from the Tianji Clan was.
"It's a pity that Ba Ti is too strong. There are flaws and weaknesses in his moves, but his physique is perfect. Even if that genius succeeds, it will be difficult to break through Ba Ti's defense." An elder strong man was praising this.
Although I am proud of my son, I am also a little bit regretful.
This is also true. Although Yang Di was hit several times, at the last moment every time the opponent's attack fell on him, his body would defend strongly and neutralize those threats.
The elders and powerful men of the Tianji clan looked at all this and smiled bitterly. Ted was one of the best in their ancient clan, and he was quite good at practicing the ancient Tianji scriptures.
In the duel, Ted performed very steadily and even performed brilliantly. However, the alchemist's domineering body was simply a super human shield, and it was ineffective even if it was hit on him.