After that, Mo Xuanzhang mentally pulled the Xuanji Sword, and with about five hundred remaining sword energy, turned into a sword dragon and approached Yan Ting. The sword energy was majestic and fierce, and its power was overwhelming and oppressed Yan Ting.
Yan Ting had to pay attention to this sword. His aura surged and he punched the sword dragon with all his strength.
Bang!
The sword energy hit Yan Ting's fist, and the vast energy power collapsed instantly. The sword energy filled the entire space, and invisible sword energy flew in all directions like the blooming petals of a brilliant lotus. Yan Ting's entire body
His arm was shaking uncontrollably. The sword energy cut his arm open, revealing countless blood lines. Not only his arms, but his body was also torn apart by the sword energy. Although the wounds were not deep, they were shocking.
"Get out of here!" Yan Ting shouted violently, and the turbid vitality in his fist instantly turned into black, bursting out a thick black aurora, pushing back the oncoming sword dragon bit by bit.
The two energies of Stegosaurus and Aurora clashed fiercely, and the vitality of heaven and earth in a radius of hundreds of feet seemed to be squeezed out by the two energies at this moment. The purple thunder and lightning Stegosaurus and the dark demonic aurora unfolded at their peak since their birth,
The most extreme divine power releases brilliant energy ripples on the wind and cloud platform.
Mo Xuanzhang gasped for breath. His Yuan Mansion's vitality was already less than 10%, and he couldn't afford it.
In the depths of his eyes, a bright golden light suddenly flashed.
"Uh... ah..." Mo Xuanzhang, who was floating in the main formation in mid-air, shouted repeatedly. He grabbed the void with his right hand and grabbed the Xuanji Sword, the core of the Stegodragon.
Without the Xuanji sword, the sword dragon's power was greatly reduced. It was shattered by the killing curse. The sword energy flew wildly, and the five hundred sword energy dissipated completely.
Seeing this, Buyunya's decadent expression became energetic again. He couldn't restrain his inner excitement and asked in a trembling voice: "Did Senior Brother Yan break this formation?"
Mo Xuanzang held the Xuanji Sword tightly in his right hand and pointed the sword at the sky. In an instant, the thunder at the top of the Thunder Sword Formation rolled and roared, deafening. Thunder and lightning struck the tip of the Xuanji Sword. The space of the sword array flickered on and off, as if the power was being destroyed.
Drained and lost its light, only the flash of thunder brought a moment of light.
At the tip of the sword, under the gathering of thunder and lightning, a huge thunder field with a diameter of ten feet was formed. In the thunder field, the sword energy was crisscrossed and invisible. But in the sword formation, Yan Ting could clearly
He felt how much threat the power of the thunder field would pose to him.
"Are you struggling to the death?" Yan Ting's face was extremely ferocious. If Mo Xuanzhang blasted down this thunder field, he would probably be unable to stop it.
He did not expect that Mo Xuanzhang would be so desperate to win, and that he would dare to unleash such a powerful blow when his body load was almost at its limit.
"What are you doing?" The elder's face was sullen and his brows were furrowed. Although Mo Xuanzhang's behavior exceeded his expectations, it did not shock him, but this move really made his hands violently violent.
twitched.
In Mo Xuanzhang's state, if he concentrated his energy to blast down this thunder field, he would know how much damage it would cause to his body. However, Mo Xuanzhang showed no signs of stopping. In that thunder field, the thunder
It became more violent and the sword energy became more messy. This was absorbing the power of the sword array for the second time. Blasting this sword meant the destruction of the sword array.
"This is his strongest move!" Yan Ting suddenly realized that the sword formation was just a foreshadowing. Mo Xuanzhang's last move was this thunder field, which was formed by absorbing the power of the entire sword formation.
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"Isn't it too dangerous? After all, Yan Ting has been fighting for so long, and his physical condition must be..." the fifth elder frowned.
"Lao Wu," it was the third elder who interrupted. Everyone looked at him. There was no trace of worry on his face. He just said calmly: "Xuan Zang will be measured, and this kid Yan Ting will definitely not show off."
What kind of hero would give up if he couldn't bear it?"
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After listening to the third elder's words, the rest of the people didn't want to say anything more. Today, the two of them must decide a winner. This is their wish.
"What a terrifying power. From such a distance, I actually feel that the thunder field is threatening my life. Can Yan Ting stop it?" A disciple said with a grimace.
"I think it's very difficult. After fighting for so long, both of them must have reached the end of their strength. It must be very difficult for one to hit a decisive move and for the other to block it. It depends on who can't hold on first.
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"But Mo Xuanzhang hasn't stopped yet. Is he really going to use this move? Aren't he afraid of killing Yan Ting?"
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At the top of the spectator seats, the disciples in the inner courtyard watched this scene, clenching their fists tightly. At this moment, they hoped that Mo Xuanzhang would fall to the ground from exhaustion, or that Yan Ting would shout and admit defeat, but they knew that neither of those things seemed possible.
It's very likely to happen, but I still have a little thought about it.
One moment, you want two people to fight to the death, and now you want to resolve the situation peacefully. This is the complex psychology of human beings.
Mo Xuanzhang's arms were stretched straight, his eyes were empty and blurred. If it hadn't been for that tenacious perseverance that had been supporting him, he would have fallen down long ago. He braced himself up, his blurred eyes became a little more determined, he squinted and slowed down.
Strong feeling of fatigue.
"Yan Ting, let's decide the winner." Cold words came out of Mo Xuanzhang's mouth.
Yan Ting stood there, black energy spread to his arms, blue veins popped out, and his pupils were filled with scarlet.
"As you wish!"
The black energy merged in Yan Ting's hands, and a layer of black earth armor was draped over his body. The black energy gradually eroded it away, forming the strongest line of defense in Yan Ting's life. He formed a shield with both hands, standing in front of him.
If he blocks this move, he wins; if he fails to block it, he may lose.
It's that simple.
He couldn't definitely lose, because his condition was much better than Mo Xuanzhang's. Even if he could wield this thunder field, Yan Ting wouldn't have no chance to block it.
The thunder field suddenly crashed down, and the sky was filled with thunder. The thunder roared, and everyone's eardrums felt like tearing pain. The infinitely dark space in the sword array was suddenly covered by a white light, and no other colors were visible.
Many people covered their ears with their hands and closed their eyes tightly, afraid to watch this scene.
Qin Feiling's body ignited with red flames, forming a flame barrier that covered a ten-foot area around her.
"This... this is really... it came down, this power..." Lin Jue took a deep breath and said in disbelief.
"One dares to attack, the other dares to block, two lunatics." Chi Han frowned.
Immediately, the seven elders' spiritual senses reached into the Fengyun Tower to detect the auras of the two people. The white light had not dissipated. No one knew how the battle was going. However, from the white light that pierced the eyeballs of thousands of people, one could guess that Yan Ting was probably dead.
Can be stopped.
"Both of them are still conscious." The great elder said softly.
The third elder swallowed his saliva, his expression extremely solemn.
The white light dissipated, and everything on the stage was clearly visible.
Yan Ting was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the Xuanji sword blade with his left hand, and the sword finger of his right hand was pressed against Mo Xuanzhang's neck. Mo Xuanzhang bent his knees, holding the Xuanji sword with both hands, and pressed the sword against Yan Ting's neck.
On the palm of his hand, the upper blade of the sword was close to Yan Ting's shoulder, leaving a blood mark on his left shoulder.
As for the Fengyun Tower under Yan Ting's feet, several feet of cracks were shocking. This is the Fengyun Tower. There has never been a Tianyuan realm that can crack the Fengyun Tower. Previously, Mo Xuanzhang's sword blasted the Fengyun Tower apart, which was shocking to everyone. At this moment, Yan Ting
The several-foot cracks under his feet stretched all around, causing everyone present to be in an uproar.
"I...win...you...win?" Mo Xuanzhang's eyes were blurry and white, and then he fell sideways with a smile.
Yan Ting stretched out his hand to hold him
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Mo Xuanzhang said helplessly: "Maybe I will win, but if your condition is better, you might win."
Mo Xuanzhang just struck out with the sword, and the thunder field fell from the sky, hitting his extreme defense, destroying his demon energy shield. In an instant, he felt like a mountain was pressing down on him, and his knees sank on the spot due to the huge pressure.
, until he knelt down on his left knee, the thunder field was unable to explode because Mo Xuanzhang had exhausted his power. Mo Xuanzhang was in a state of collapse both in consciousness and body. In the end, he swung the sword again and achieved what he had just done.
One scene.
Concubine Qin's cold jade waved her hand, and the flame barrier dissipated. Buyunya looked at the Fengyun Platform and murmured: "Blocked it?!"
Qin Feiling didn't say anything, and looked there with dull eyes. The young man was standing on the stage holding the fainted Mo Xuanzhang. Even though he was scarred and in extremely bad condition, he still didn't fall down.
She smiled, the first time she felt joy from the bottom of her heart, the first time she expressed her praise for the person she liked. He really did it. It had only been three months since the second meeting.
At that time, he was still a young man who was in a state of decline. Although he had a glorious past, he sank with the silence of his soul. Now, he has finally accomplished what he wanted to do. Standing here with the most proud attitude, overcoming
Above all the disciples in the outer courtyard.
"Mo Xuanzhang fainted, Yan Ting wins this battle!" the great elder shouted loudly.
Many people didn't believe their eyes, but when the great elder announced the result of the victory, everyone came to their senses.
One is a fourth-level Tianyuan, the other is an eighth-level Tianyuan; one is silent, and the other is the magic pupil of the sky; one is beating him from beginning to end with his fists, and the other is holding the famous deer-fighting sword "Xuanji"; a trump card has long been revealed, and a queen with deep family background can't hide it.
Lu. No matter how you look at it, Mo Xuanzhang should have defeated Yan Ting, but it was Yan Ting who won.
"I didn't expect that Yan Ting won in the end. It seems that I have to establish a good relationship with him after entering the inner courtyard, otherwise I will be blinded from watching the game today." Chi Han rubbed his hands and said with a mean smile.
"Aren't you going to fight with them? If you don't do it now, you won't have a chance in the future. They can break the Fengyun Tower now, and they can press you to the ground and rub you in the future." Lin Jue mocked.
Chi Han snorted and said very righteously: "A gentleman does not take advantage of others' danger. Two disabled people are not worthy of my action. Wait until they enter the inner courtyard and then find an opportunity to make gestures."
"Hey, go to hell!"
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Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang had already gone down to rest. The two of them were exhausted. Yan Ting did not fall down because of Emperor Bodhi and others. Otherwise, Mo Xuanzhang would not have swung out of the thunder field.
Yes, he was beaten to the ground a long time ago.
Today's battle is destined to be recorded in the history of Zhulu Academy. When disciples talk about the inner academy selection competition in the future, they will always mention the battle between Yan Ting and Mo Xuanzhang. Even though many years have passed, they still talk about it endlessly. Tianyuan Realm Boom
The Split Wind and Cloud Tower is unprecedented and unprecedented.
The cracks in the Fengyun Platform have always existed. The Yuanluo War destroyed the Fengyun Platform, and there will be people to repair it. However, no one has ever taken care of the area that Mo Xuanzhang cut open with his sword, and the area under Yan Ting's feet.
Whenever there are newcomers who do not want to make progress and waste their time, the elders and mentors of the college will take them to the stage, point to these two cracks, and add jealousy: "You know why the college never repairs these cracks?
Well, because they were broken by two disciples from the outer courtyard of the Tianyuan Realm. One of them had no soul, and the soul of the other was a broken eye. So don’t belittle yourself. What you lack is not talent, it’s just hard work.”
It wasn't until the newcomer had been in the academy for a long time that he suddenly realized what was going on. Of those two people, one became the pinnacle of the Proud Continent, unmatched by anyone, and the other was later the Zhulu Sword Master. At that time,