The sun gradually rose, and when the time for the competition came, Fu Yuchen flew up and landed lightly on the stage. His light blue Confucian shirt moved with the wind. A gentleman like jade may be the best portrayal of him. Ning Bugui did not
Instead of leaping onto the stage, he walked slowly towards the stage step by step. With every step he took, the aura on his body continued to rise. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth swarmed in as he walked, and his long hair behind him moved automatically without wind.
Stepping onto the stage, he only heard a few clicks. A long crack popped up on the wooden board centered on his footsteps. Ning Bugui continued to walk forward. With every step he took, the wooden boards under his feet were cracked.
Thin cracks appeared on the platform.
Fu Yuchen sighed softly: "It seems to be another hard battle, Junior Brother Ning, we have to fight every three to five days, but there has never been a winner?"
Ning Bugui didn't reply. At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, fight! Fight again! As if in response to the master's fighting intention, the long sword behind him made a clear sound. The high-pitched sound was like a dragon's roar. The long sword had not yet been released.
The scabbard was already filled with sword energy roaring to the sky. Compared with Ning Bugui's overwhelming fighting spirit, Fu Yuchen's aura was much softer. It was like a breeze blowing on his face or a drizzle of cool rain, but it was no worse than Ning Bugui's.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged crazily, bringing with it a violent wind and blowing up dust and sand all over the sky. As the two people's momentum collided, the tall arena suddenly shook violently, and a blazing red flame surged out of Ning Bugui's body.
Like a piece of red armor attached to his body, "click", the cracks on the platform became more and more, and countless small wood chips slowly floated in the air from the cracked lines, in the shocking sword intent.
Up and down, up and down.
Fu Yuchen smiled lightly and raised his hands slightly. A faint blue light filled his body, like the blue night sky with shining stars. It was clear and elegant, as soft as the spring breeze. Following the movements of his hands, sawdust floated in the air.
The wooden blocks slowly fell back to the ground, and the soft spiritual power made no sound. Ning Bugui stamped his feet violently, leaving several huge cracks on the ground, and then let the sawdust and wooden blocks float into the air again, turning into a piece of wood.
Rushing toward Fu Yuchen like a raging flame, the blue light all over Fu Yuchen's body surged, turning into a faint blue sky. The soft sky gently held up the raging flames. The air trembled slightly, and the sawdust floating in the air suddenly turned into a piece of dust. With that,
The seemingly soft light curtain and the violent flames spread out in all directions, and the powerful spiritual energy wave shook the people around them slightly, and they quickly took a few steps back.
"Choke!"
The long swords behind the two men were unsheathed at the same time, and one sword was covered in flames, roaring like a huge fire dragon and leaping into the air. The surging sword energy came with a sharp sound of piercing the air, and seemed to be devouring everything in the world.
It means endless destruction.
A faint light moved slightly, turning into a blue sky, soft and cold, as if it was vast and all-encompassing to accommodate all things in the world, gentle and dangerous. In an instant, the two swords collided together.
"Boom! Crack!"
There was a loud noise, the sound shook the sky! After only one round of fighting, the tall platform was actually broken into two halves. The astonishing momentum made the disciples with low cultivation level around them move back again, and the two swords were in full swing.
After the collision, it whistled in the air and immediately flew back to the master's hand. Ning Bugui waved his sword and slashed it down, and a fierce sword energy immediately flew out from the sword body.
Fu Yuchen jumped up. He was still in the air. He raised his hand and raised the long sword. The faint blue light wrapped around the sword body and floated in front of him. Fu Yuchen drew his hands in the air, and the long sword shook in mid-air, and exploded.
A faint blue sword light several feet long came out, rushed down, and struck Ning Bugui head-on. Ning Bugui raised his left hand to the sky, and the beating flames wrapped his palm to stop the faint blue sword light. The speed of the sword light was as fast as
Slow down, continue to swoop down, Ning Bugui takes a step back, seemingly casually, but it leaves a huge crack on the sword light, the blazing flames surge again, as if he wants to directly burn this faint blue light
With the intention of devouring it, Ning Bugui slapped the sword several times with his palm, causing the long blue sword to tremble and fly back to Fu Yuchen's hand with a whistling sound.
Ning Bugui's aura rose again, and overwhelming fighting spirit swept out. At this time, he seemed to be the God of War descending from the sky, looking down on the world, unstoppable and intimidating.
The sword was swung out, as if it had traveled through eternity.
In an instant, between heaven and earth, violent winds raged, faint wind and thunder bursts, flames soared into the sky, and swords roared from heaven to earth.
Seeing Ning Bugui's actions, Fu Yuchen's expression flashed, and his whole body was filled with blue light. He lightly brushed the sword with one hand, and the blue light of the sword skyrocketed. He raised the sword to the sky and stood in front of his chest.
Someone in the audience shouted, "Here you go, that's the starting move of Senior Brother Ning's special move!"
"Senior Brother Fu's special move has also appeared!"
"They will use their unique tricks to determine the outcome!"
“Do you think it’s Senior Brother Ning’s Three Brahma Styles that are more powerful or Senior Brother Fu’s All-Stars of the Galaxy?”
"You'll know if you take a look, it's really hard to say!"
What the people near the stage said was true. The two often played together and were extremely familiar with each other's moves. They fought tentatively like this for three days and three nights, but they still couldn't decide the winner.
As the two people's special moves appeared, everyone held their breath and stared at the stage, for fear of missing anything. No one could describe how powerful those two moves were. They were all fascinated by the beautiful scene in front of them.
I was shocked. In the blue sky, stars flickered, flickering and disappearing in silence. In a quiet scene, countless meteors suddenly flashed past. Each meteor shone with the brightest light, and then, violently
The explosions exploded, transforming into bright fireworks, which were all the phenomena of Fu Yuchen's galaxy. The magic that arrived first had already submerged Ning Bugui in this galaxy.
Suddenly, a fiery red sword energy was drawn from the clouds. The fiery red stream of light competed with the blue sky. The red light seemed to have appeared in the night, dyeing the clouds in the sky red and the stars in the sky red.
The splendid colors made people sink, and the sword energy shot straight into the sky, breaking the blue sky into a dark whirlpool. In the intersection of red and blue, the night was trembling and shaking, and suddenly it was shattered into pieces.
Dots of faint blue mottled, the starlight dimmed and disappeared, and a majestic blazing flame came from the Nine Netherworld, burning up the heaven and earth.
"What an amazing fighting spirit. These two are indeed the most outstanding disciples among the younger generation of our Chaoyang Sect!" Zeng Deshou praised: "Although my eldest disciple is also good, he is already inferior to these two in terms of fighting spirit.
Half a chip."
"The two of them are strong and soft, and the magic they have learned is the same. If it is not a life and death battle, it would be difficult to determine the winner."
The Wanliu Sword Art is indeed the simplest and most exquisite sword art that has been passed down by the Chaoyang Sect for millions of years. After practicing this Wanliu Sword Art to the end, you will be able to integrate your own sword intent and develop the most suitable moves for you. Of course,
Not everyone can understand it, and some disciples who are not extremely talented will not be able to understand it throughout their lives. There are many disciples of the Chaoyang Sect who cannot understand the subtleties of this level even if they have reached the Mahayana stage of concentration.
This is how the moves used by Ning Bugui and Fu Yuchen were understood. It can be seen that the qualifications of the two of them are truly unique, and it is no wonder that the older generation of Chaoyang Sect values them so highly.
"Ning Bugui's Burning Sky Three Styles are really the sword moves with the strongest fighting spirit I have ever seen. If the person fighting him has a lower foundation, I am afraid that as soon as these Burning Sky Three Styles appear, the monstrous sword power will directly defeat him.
The opponent was defeated." Cheng Qingyun smiled.
"Yes, just by relying on the Three Burning Heaven Movements, you can fight against people in the early stages of the Wanxiang Realm." Feng Yuandao.
"Senior Brother Head, your disciple Fu Yuchen is not bad either. All the phenomena of the galaxy change in countless ways, and it is exquisite. It is really a blessing for our Chaoyang Sect to have such a disciple in the next generation."
"Boom!"
In the huge explosion, the two of them soared into the air at the same time. On the ground, they saw that the tall competition platform finally couldn't bear the weight and collapsed to the ground. Broken wood flew everywhere and smoke and dust were everywhere. The two of them fell to the ground, both in a state of embarrassment.
color.
Fu Yuchen smiled lightly and said: "It seems that I lost. Junior Brother Ning is indeed a rare talent that our Chaoyang Sect can only see in a hundred years."
"It's just a draw, why should Senior Brother Fu be humble?" Ning Bugui sheathed his sword, turned around and strode away without looking back. His steps were still steady, walking out of the crowd step by step.
Fu Yuchen shook his head, covering his chest fiercely, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. "I really don't want to compete with this fighting maniac anymore. I will be injured every time, but his injuries are not lighter than mine."
The vigorous Qianyuan Martial Arts Conference finally came to an end with the competition between the two. Many disciples were talking about the battle. Qin Xiao stood at the outermost periphery, looking at Ning Bugui's back as he left step by step, his eyes filled with tears.
I look forward to when he will be able to look up to the sky and look down upon the world like his senior brother.
As Feng Yuan read out the list of people who could enter the Jingjing Pavilion and Sword Tomb after the competition, some were happy and some were worried. Many of the disciples who participated in the competition looked depressed because they had lost their qualifications this time.