The Holy Lord Yaoguang's expression condensed, his eyes passed through the Yaoguang Mountain Guard Formation, and he saw two young men standing side by side, one slightly in front of him and the other behind.
Both of them were wearing white robes. One was quite majestic. He stood motionless with his hands behind his back, but he seemed to be the master of heaven and earth. There was a Taoist charm surrounding his body, and his eyes were sharp and domineering, making people dare not look directly at him.
The other person is slightly younger, with black hair shawl, his eyes are somewhat gloomy, and his face is full of unhappy and unlucky words.
Behind the two people, there were more than a dozen monks, old and young, all wearing Xuantian Holy Land costumes.
"Brother Zhu is here. Is the Holy Son of your noble sect okay?"
Holy Lord Yaoguang welcomed the two people into the mountain gate and asked with concern.
There is no doubt that these two people are Holy Lord Xuantian and Holy Son Xuantian, who came with the elders and disciples of Xuantian Holy Land.
"I would like to thank you, Holy Lord Yaoguang, for your concern. My disciple Ji Ren only has a celestial appearance. He was robbed and killed, and he was only slightly injured."
Being called 'Brother Zhu' by Holy Master Yaoguang, Holy Master Xuantian looked a little ugly, but he was not as strong as others, so he could only pretend that he didn't hear.
"Injured? Should we postpone the competition? We have plenty of time and we are not in a hurry. I believe that all the comrades who came from afar today will understand."
Holy Lord Yaoguang smiled, his expression was peaceful and considerate, and he looked like he was considering you and I would be easy to talk to.
Holy Lord Xuantian also faked a smile and said: "No, Ning'er is just a minor injury, nothing serious. There is no need to postpone it. Thanks to the love of fellow Taoists from various sects and aristocratic families in all major holy places, he came all the way. How can I let him go again?"
They take a trip."
After saying that, Holy Lord Xuantian bowed personally and apologized to the many guests who came to watch the battle.
Everyone hurriedly returned the favor, especially the monks from the small sect. They were flattered and said that it would be okay to wait for a day.
Holy Son Xuantian and several elders of Xuantian could not hide their embarrassment because they knew that Holy Lord Xuantian's words were untrue.
Holy Son Xuantian was being chased. Although he was protected by the Supreme Elder, his body was blown apart and his injuries were serious. If he hadn't had several protective objects and a life-saving elixir, he would have died long ago if it were a normal person.
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In the end, Holy Master Xuantian arrived at the critical moment, saved his life, and used a precious healing pill to repair Holy Son Xuantian's injuries to ensure that his combat effectiveness would not be affected.
Then he hurried over and prepared to take part in the competition.
"Since Brother Ning requests this, I won't postpone it. It's getting late today, how about starting the competition tomorrow?" Holy Lord Yaoguang asked.
Holy Lord Xuantian nodded, it would be good to rest for a night: "Yes!"
One night passed in the blink of an eye.
The next day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
Ji Congxin and Holy Son Xuantian boarded the huge Xianwu Platform.
Many monks were sitting in the stands, waiting for the competition to begin.
Holy Son Xuantian holds a blue divine sword, flutters in white clothes, and has black hair shawl. He is simply the man that countless female monks dream of.
But many female disciples did not look at him twice. Instead, they turned their eyes to Ji Congxin opposite.
The latter is more handsome.
Holy Son Xuantian’s cultivation has reached the fourth level of the fourth heaven.
Ji Congxin, the second heaven of the four poles.
In the eyes of most monks, Holy Son Xuantian has a greater chance of winning.
Almost all of the cheers that can be seen in the battle are in support of Ji Congxin.
Because... this is Yaoguang's home field, and most of Yaoguang's disciples are in the stands.
"Saint Son Ouyang will win!"
"Defeat Holy Son Xuantian and be the first in Yaoguang."
"Come on, Holy Son."
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The face of Holy Son Xuantian is a little ugly. Wherever he goes, he is not cheering for him. Now there are almost no people supporting him. Where should he put his face?
"Is this why you chose to compete in the Shaking Light Holy Land? It's really boring. Does the outcome have anything to do with their voices? The louder their support is now, the harder it will be for you when you lose to me later."
Holy Son Xuantian secretly sent a message to Ji Congxin.
Ji Congxin ignored it.
Holy Son Xuantian smiled, was polite, and said to Ji Congxin in public: "Fellow Taoist Ouyang, your cultivation level is two levels weaker than mine. I will not take advantage of you, and I will only use the four poles and two heavens."
I have the cultivation level to compete fairly with you."
As soon as these words were said, many people changed their views on Holy Son Xuantian and praised Holy Son Xuantian for his magnanimity.
"bring it on."
Ji Congxin didn't care, he was still waiting to finish the fight and continue practicing! He was not far from the third level of the Four Pole.
The two of them stopped talking. At one moment, they took action at the same time. The Divine Sword of Holy Son Xuantian flew across the sky, and an emerald green jade seal appeared above his head. Thousands of green lights hung down to protect him.
Ji Congxin carefully summoned a dark, simple shield, which was given to him by the Holy Lord a few days ago. Its defensive power was astonishing.
The Eight-Xuan Bell is on the head, and the boots under the feet are shining.
The two began to duel.
One hundred and eight divine rings shrouded Ji Congxin, and the Holy Son of Xuantian's Divine Sword slashed at it with great force, but not even a ripple was caused.
Ji Congxin couldn't help but thought to herself - 'Holy Son Xuantian is still a cautious person. It seems that he should be careful not to capsize in the gutter.'
He directly used the highest scripture on fluctuating light, Hunyuan Holy Light Technique.
He transformed into a huge furnace, burning the heaven and earth with holy light, like a god coming to the world.
"The Exquisite Seal of Holy Light!"
Ji Congxin shouted softly in his heart, and boundless holy light gathered in front of him, forming a huge exquisite tower. The tower had seven floors, and weapons such as swords, guns, swords, sticks, maces and halberds were hung on each floor. Each weapon exuded fierce energy.
Just looking at the power, every weapon on it could seriously injure a monk at the Dao Palace level.
This is a form of the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique - the Exquisite Holy Light Seal. The Hunyuan Holy Light Technique must be understood to a certain level before it can be used. Some Supreme Masters have not practiced to this level.
He only learned this style half a year ago.
As soon as you come up, open it up and use the secret technique of lowering the box.
The seven-story Exquisite Tower of Holy Light flew towards Holy Son Xuantian at a very fast speed and with terrifying power, like a meteor coming.
Holy Son Xuantian was shocked. He smelled a dangerous aura and quickly summoned the divine sword to activate the jade seal for defense.
With a "boom", the seven-story Exquisite Tower of Holy Light collided with Holy Son Xuantian. A violent explosion sounded, and the endless divine light covered the place, making it so bright that it was difficult to open one's eyes.
"The Fluctlight is so powerful. If I were replaced as the Holy Son of Xuantian, I would probably be dead."
"What kind of secret technique is this? Why haven't you seen it before?"
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Everyone in the audience was shocked and shocked. Unexpectedly, Holy Son Xuantian was at a disadvantage just after the start, which was different from their expectations.
The Holy Son of Fluttering Light is not simple!
A consensus arose in many people's hearts.
Holy Lord Yaoguang looked at the battle situation with a smile on his face.
Holy Lord Xuantian looked a little ugly.
The smoke and dust dispersed, and the figure of Holy Son Xuantian appeared. He was fine, but his clothes were torn, the divine sword was dim, and the emerald-green treasure seal was broken into two pieces.
Holy Son Xuantian said nothing, he rushed directly towards Ji Congxin, and the two began to fight.
Various secret arts were used, and the sacred magic of shaking light and the magic of Xuantian were duel.
However, everyone could see that Holy Son Xuantian was at a disadvantage. Within ten moves, he vomited blood and retreated. He was no match for him.
About to be kicked off the ring, a violent momentum suddenly erupted from his body, which was much stronger than before. His palms glowed, and he actually knocked Ji Congxin away.
Seeing that he was no match for him, he no longer sealed his own cultivation, and used the Four Extremes and Four Heavens to fight against Ji Congxin. Even if he was scolded for using his realm to suppress others, he would still win.
Even, before resisting the seven-story Exquisite Tower of Holy Light, he secretly unlocked the cultivation level.
"Shh, I thought Holy Son Xuantian was a person, but I didn't expect..."
"It's not even twenty moves yet, but I still hear the words 'Don't let your level overwhelm others' before, if you want a fair duel!"
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The comments of the people below reached the ears of Holy Son Xuantian, making him blush. He gritted his teeth and kept everything in Ji Cong's mind to win the game.
However, even with his cultivation level of the Four Extremes and the Fourth Heaven, he is no match.
Ji Congxin used the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique to the extreme. One technique could defeat all kinds of magic, and could be used both offensively and defensively. She was able to defeat Holy Son Xuantian only with the ability to parry, but without the ability to fight back.
"The Holy Son of Light is going to win."
Some leaders of the Holy Land commented and sighed secretly. They originally thought it was a battle between dragons and tigers, but they didn't expect it to be one-sided.
"My source stone!"
Some monks suddenly began to cry bitterly. They had placed a heavy bet on Holy Son Xuantian and were going to lose money now.
"Making a lot of money."
But some people were cheering. They put their chips on Ji Congxin and made huge profits with their small gains.
"I didn't expect that the Holy Son of Light could actually practice the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique to such an extent. Normally, without hundreds of years of attainment, it would be impossible to reach this level!"
"I have had a duel with Liu Wenlong from the Yaoguang Holy Land once before. I feel that his mastery of Hunyuan Holy Light Technique is not as good as that of the Holy Son of Yaoguang."
"As far as I know, there are nine levels of Hunyuan Holy Light Technique. Has the Holy Son of Fluttering Light reached at least the seventh level?"
"As the Holy Son, how can you not have some special features? You cannot judge by common sense."
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Some high-ranking figures from the Holy Land arrived. Three or five of them sat together with venomous eyes, watching the battle and discussing with the people around them.
Different people have different mastery of the same secret technique, so their power will naturally be different.
For example, if you also learn the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, the former only knows three or five palms, but the latter learns them all. Not only does he understand them well, but he also introduces new ones.
How does the former compare with the latter?
Logically speaking, at Ji Congxin's age, it is impossible to practice the Hunyuan Holy Light Technique to such an extent. As the top secret technique in the East Wasteland, it is powerful and naturally cannot have its shortcomings.
Difficult to learn, difficult to understand.
This is a common problem in all occult arts.
It is common for an ordinary genius to encounter a stuck place and be trapped for three to five years without making any progress. Others will not be able to explain it, otherwise everyone will have mastered the Holy Light Technique.
Seeing that Holy Son Xuantian was about to lose.
A message suddenly sounded next to Ji Congxin's ear: "Ten Thousand Jinyuan, how about a draw between you and me?"
Ji Congxin's heart moved, and she looked at Holy Son Xuantian in disbelief. It was Holy Son Xuantian who was transmitting messages to him.
"You won and gained nothing, but you got 10,000 kilograms of gold in a draw. How about that?" Holy Son Xuantian resisted with difficulty and continued to transmit messages, trying to seduce Ji Congxin.
Ji Congxin was unmoved and said, "No, I don't lack the source."
His attack was three points too light.
Although Ten Thousand Jin of Source is a lot, it is not necessary for him as the Holy Son of Yaoguang, so naturally he cannot give in to it.
At the same time, Holy Lord Xuantian, who looked ugly, also secretly sent a message to Holy Lord Yaoguang.