Winning or losing is common. No one dares to say that he will never lose in a life battle. Losing is not terrible. What is terrible is losing confidence and becoming decadent. No matter you win or lose, you must face it bravely. If you win, you must keep working hard. You cannot
Be proud and always look forward; if you lose, you must have the courage to face it and get up wherever you fall.
Judging from Sima Xuanwu's appearance at this time, it was obvious that he could not afford to lose and did not dare to face his own failure. Such a person would eventually be overwhelmed and forgotten by the world.
Compared to him, Duanmu Jilong was undoubtedly much stronger. Although he failed, his fighting spirit remained. After experiencing the disaster, his state of mind changed a lot. Not only was his cultivation not restricted, but it was improved a lot.
A battle is thought-provoking. The two dragons of Yuanhe Sect (Sima Xuanwu and Sima Chongwu) have always been the pride of their sect. I didn’t expect that Sima Xuanwu was so bad in character and that such a genius would be ruined in this way. Everyone’s heart
A burst of sadness.
If Sima Xuanwu could regain his self-confidence, he would definitely make further progress in his cultivation. However, looking at the current situation, it is undoubtedly difficult to get out of the shadow in his heart, as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Losers are always forgotten quickly. The fierce battle in the ring attracted everyone's attention. I am afraid that no one except Yuan Hezong was paying attention to Sima Xuanwu's matter.
After chatting with Yang Liuqing for a while, General Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his attention to the round platform again. Suddenly he saw a familiar figure. This person was none other than his senior brother Zhan Mengbai.
Zhan Mengbai's opponent was a monk who was half-stepping into the Real Self realm, and the two were fighting on the Yuzi Arena.
Yuwen Zhouyuan also didn't expect that Zhan Mengbai would be in the same group as him.
At this time, heavy snow was flying on the Yuzi Arena, covering this space. Zhan Mengbai's figure was elegant and unrestrained, like an elf in the ice and snow, walking through the snow, and the extremely cold spiritual energy was shot out with every movement of his hands and feet.
Zhan Mengbai's true cultivation level has reached the peak of his true self. However, in order to ensure his promotion to the true king stage, a restriction was placed in his body, sealing his cultivation level to the half-step true self state.
Although his cultivation level is limited to half-step of his true self, because of the special skills practiced by Zhan Mengbai, especially the dual spiritual roots of ice and fire in his body, he is extremely sensitive to the power of ice. At this time, he controls
The snowflakes are as sharp as blades and the surging power of extreme cold makes the opponent panic.
There was no suspense in this battle at all. Zhan Meng definitely won in vain. He used the geographical location to exploit the power of ice and cold, which greatly hindered his opponent's mobility and attack power.
Sure enough, after dozens of moves, the monk who was half-stepping into the True Self Heaven was accidentally stabbed by an ice blade, and then fell into Zhan Mengbai's attack. An ice sword stayed between the opponent's eyebrows, Zhan Mengbai
Mengbai wins.
In the Tianzi Arena, the third battle also featured a strong encounter. Che Jianan from the Soul Refining Sect faced off against Wu Yueheng from the Jade Harmony Palace.
The scene of a strong battle always attracts everyone's attention. Everyone wants to see the gap between themselves and the top masters of the younger generation, and who can win and become the number one among the younger generation.
Che Jian'an's power is unparalleled, like a king who dominates the world, and everything is under his control. Wu Yueheng's temperament is like a relegated immortal who has been demoted to the mortal world. He is dressed in Taoist robes and has an indescribable chicness.
Che Jian'an's aura was a powerful force of oppression, but Wu Yueheng's integration of man and nature meant that Che Jian'an's aura had no impact on him at all and was completely resolved by him.
Judging from the momentum, neither of them can do anything to the other. This is destined to be a fierce battle.
Suddenly, without any warning, the two of them started fighting each other again. Che Jian'an's body was filled with khaki light, as if wrapped in a layer of extremely hard khaki armor. He was majestic, and his domineering and arrogant fists were waved rapidly, and the whole area
The world is filled with his fists, making people feel that they are inevitable.
Wu Yueheng was surrounded by the shadows of many fists, like a leaf of duckweed in the vast ocean, floating and sinking freely in the shadows of the fists. His steps, his movements, there was yang in the yin, yin in the yang, yin and yang.
Coincidentally, all those punches were resolved by him as soon as they reached him, and he used his strength to attack Che Jianan.
The battle at this time was not interesting, because both of them were attacking tentatively. Yuwen Zhouyuan turned his attention to the Xuanzi Arena, where Yang Liuqing was fighting a master who was half-step to the realm of his true self.
Judging from the aura emanating from this master of the Half-Step True Self realm, the opponent is by no means a person who has just entered the Half-Step True Self state, but someone who has entered the Half-Step True Self realm for many years. His aura is smooth and smooth, without any discomfort.
On the Xuanzi Arena, Yang Liuqing was like a dreamy fairy. She waved her slender hands, and countless silk threads burst out from her hands, like strings, piercing the opponent. The silk threads condensed into strings were extremely flexible and sharp, and could be heard in the air.
There were small whining sounds.
The half-step true self master used his palm instead of a sword, and the light in his hand was bright, and he slashed at the attacking thread.
These silk threads are not simple. They are like real piano strings and have excellent flexibility. However, her opponent is not simple. One sword cannot kill two swords. The two swords are slashed in succession. Yang Liuqing attacks the opponent's silk threads.
It was cut off.
At this time, Yang Liuqing's smart and beautiful eyes flashed, as if there were countless musical notes beating in her eyes, the long thin string in her hand began to dance, and at the same time, really beautiful music sounded.
This music is sometimes lingering and pathos, like the gentle eyes of a lover, the sadness when parting, and the anger when enemies meet.
Throughout the valley, music was wafting, and many people were immersed in it. Yang Liuqing's music affected those competing in the ring around him.
The monk who was half-stepping into the realm of his true self had a firm gaze at first and was merciless in his attacks. Gradually, as the music played, his firm gaze gradually softened, and his attack power lacked an indomitable momentum.
, no stamina at all, soft.
"Zheng..." Yang Liuqing flicked her onion-like fingers slightly, and the silk thread in her hand vibrated. The energy in the surrounding world surged violently, and a majestic force condensed out of thin air, and suddenly hit this half-step
On the chest of the true master.
"Bang!" The monk flew out and hit the ground, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He knew that he had lost. Yang Liuqing had spared his hand just now, and he only suffered a slight injury. Otherwise, if he was injured,
Due to serious injuries, I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in the challenge this round.
Seeing Yang Liuqing's attack method, Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed and said: "The rhythm attack is really invisible and hard to guard against. If it is combined with powerful music, I am afraid it will really be invincible."
"Strictly speaking, the attack power of the Yunxia sect's martial arts is the highest. No sect can compare with the Yunxia sect's. However, their bodies are relatively weak. If they meet a person with extremely strong willpower, I'm afraid she will fall.
Go downwind." Xing Luoye, who was behind Yuwen Zhouyuan, said.
Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled lightly and said: "The attack power of your Feng Wu Sect's martial arts is not weak either." I think the martial arts of your two sects have something in common. Is there any relationship between your two sects?
"This sentence was asked jokingly by Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Xing Luoye was silent for a while, and then said after a moment: "Fellow Taoist Yuwen, our two sects were the same sect in ancient times, but eventually they split. Our ancestor and the Yunxia Sect's ancestor are sisters."
"I see, no wonder the exercises and spells you practice have something in common, but I feel that if they can be fused, they will be more powerful," Yuwen Zhouyuan said.
"You are right. The skills of our Yunxia Sect and Fengwu Sect were originally created by one person. It can be said to be a combined attack technique. If the two sects can work together, I am afraid that the overall strength will be increased by more than four or five times, and those
The big sects are not inferior in comparison, but it is too difficult to merge the two sects into one." Yang Liuqing did not know when she had returned to her ice seat, her voice was like a hundred birds singing in the morning, which was extremely beautiful.
"Hahahaha, it depends on you. You two should deal with your relationship first, and when you take charge of the sect, try your best to complete it. I think it won't be a big deal." Yuwen Zhouyuan said with a smile.
Neither of the two women spoke anymore, thinking about Yuwen Zhouyuan's words.
The older generation masters from the two factions around him gave Yu Wen Zhouyuan a fierce look, full of warning.
Seeing this situation, Yuwen Zhouyuan smiled lightly. Judging from the attitudes of these people, there are great conflicts between the two factions. I am afraid it will be too difficult to merge the two factions into one. But if you really want to do it,
It can still be done. As long as you work hard and your hard work pays off, you will definitely succeed.
"Boom." A loud noise made Yuwen Zhouyuan turn his attention to the Tianzi Arena again. At this time, the battle between Che Jianan and Wu Yueheng had reached a fierce stage. It cannot be said that the power of the younger generation of top masters was powerful.
The momentum filled the air, as if they had turned into two giant dragons, dancing high in the sky.
Although the two of them have not grown up yet, they have already begun to possess the demeanor of a hegemon.
On the Tianzi Arena, the momentum is rolling. Che Jianan's attacks are domineering and powerful. Every blow has earth-shattering momentum, like the roar of the sea, like the mountains collapsing. Wu Yueheng follows the natural path, uses inexplicable footwork with his feet, and holds his arms with his left hand.
Yang, holding Yin in the right hand, Yin and Yang blend together, giving him a calm air of not being alarmed, and Che Jianan's attack became invisible.
"Swallowing thousands of miles with anger like a tiger!" Che Jian'an roared, his long hair danced wildly, his robes hunted, and the earth-yellow true energy turned into armor, like an immortal god of war. His hands moved in the air, like traces of the avenue, triggering inexplicable emotions.
Fluctuating, two rays of light suddenly burst out from his eyes, and there was a frenzy of energy on the ring, and he clenched his right fist and punched it hard.
"Ouch..." A tiger roar came, sound waves rolled, and the front part of his right fist condensed into a huge and colorful tiger head. The condensed tiger head had hair like steel needles and teeth like daggers. It opened its mouth and rushed out.
, majestic and imposing, shocking everyone.
Che Jianan's punch seemed to be able to penetrate the sky and destroy Cangshan Mountain. It seemed that this punch could not be stopped at all. Everyone around him felt heart palpitations and didn't know how to resolve this punch.