"Yunya has changed because of you. This is a good thing. He is no longer cowardly and hesitant. He has clear goals and a basic understanding of himself. These are signs that he is growing up. He regards you as his guide.
Mingdeng, that's why I support you in everything, Yan Ting, you must remember that you are another person's role model!" Xiao Chengfan sighed sadly.
"A role model?" Yan Ting smiled bitterly: "Forget it, I'd better take care of myself first. I'll set an example for others, so I don't mislead others."
"Since Yun Ya is fine, I'm going to rest first." Yan Ting stretched and returned to his room.
After closing the door, Yan Ting suddenly leaned forward and almost fell.
"The loss of blood gas is extremely harmful to the body. Although the old gentleman has helped you curb the reverse flow of Qi and blood and smoothed the blocked meridians, so much blood gas has been taken away at once. If you can't make up for it in time, it may really affect your health.
Let’s fight later.” Yuan Xinyan’s voice sounded in Yan Ting’s mind.
Yan Ting panted heavily, sat down with his hands on the table, and said in a hoarse voice: "I have Emperor Bodhi, and the speed of blood regeneration is unmatched by ordinary people. I just need to rest for two days, there is no serious problem."
"Then it's up to you. You didn't listen after I told you. You're really a stubborn donkey. Let me tell you, if you get seriously injured because you didn't listen to my advice and you want me to help you recover, I will charge interest.
At least two days of Thunder Fire Ancient Paulownia." Yuan Xinyan pouted and hummed.
After listening to Yuan Xinyan's words, Yan Ting couldn't help but smile bitterly and said: "When a ball of fire can turn into essence, if you spend all your time on business, you don't know how many people you will destroy."
He took out the ancient Thunder Fire Paulownia wood from the space ring and placed it on the table. Yuan Xinyan smelled the familiar and delicious smell, and immediately rushed out of Yan Ting's body, swirling around the Thunder Fire Ancient Paulownia wood, greedily sucking in the energy of the fire element.
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Yan Ting sat on the chair and hummed softly. His expression suddenly became serious, and he felt an inexplicable heavy feeling rushing straight to his head.
"Why do you feel so tired today? It's just a fight." Yan Ting shook his head. After Yuan Xinyan finished eating, he put the Thunder Fire Ancient Paulownia away and lay down on the bed to sleep.
On the other side, the group battle is coming to an end. The last battle of the fourteenth battle is between Mo Jian and Lian Hai Jue.
Lian Haijue is one of the Seven Lords of the Ming Empire. His cultivation level has reached the sixth level of Yuan Luo. He is also the only person in the Ming Empire besides Long Ze who has reached this level. The people in front of him deliberately avoided fighting with him.
Because I think he is difficult to deal with.
But in the final battle, when it came time for him to make a choice, only Mo Jian was left.
Lian Haijue and Mo Jian were both sixth-level Yuan Luo. Although he had seen Mo Jian's strength before, he didn't think he would be defeated.
"Let's draw the sword." Lian Haijue flipped his palm, and a Yanyue knife, which was a full one foot long, hit the ground hard. The blade made a half arc on the Taoist forum, and actually released the killing intent.
Mo Jian's face was slightly condensed. The Xuan Ying Sword was unsheathed and soared thousands of feet into the sky in an instant. When it fell, a hundred-foot-long sword light crisscrossed the Taoist platform and slashed down in the air. The air of hundreds of feet on both sides of the sword light was all discharged under this sword.
, the deafening sound of breaking wind roared in everyone's ears.
"This sword is good." Cangxudao nodded with satisfaction.
"It's just a flower stand. When we face the ghost, the sword will break before it falls." Withered Blood's eyes were scornful, and his words were full of contempt for the swordsmanship of Cangtian Sword Pavilion.
"Whether the sword was broken or your disciple's waist was cut off, we will know when the time comes." Cangxudao did not want to have a useless argument with Withered Blood here. In this battle, Mo Jian will win with victory.
Stop the bloody mouth.
"Then we'll see." Guxue smiled sinisterly, making the people around him feel numb when they saw it.
Lian Haijue waved the Yanyue Sword, and the majestic vitality suddenly gathered on the blade. His eyes flashed, and he flew up, and the Yanyue Sword slammed down on the sword light.
There was a loud sound in the sky, Lian Haijue broke through the sword light, swooped down, and the powerful sword light swept across the sky, hitting the area where Mo Jian was standing first.
Mo Jian's eyebrows were raised slightly, and the Xuanying Sword was thrust out with his palm, leaving a sword shadow in the air. The sword shadow split into two, then into four... until it split into thirty-two sword shadows, and the thirty-two sword shadows rotated rapidly.
, Mo Jian raised his hand and blasted out the Xuanying Sword, and thirty-two sword shadows suddenly thrust out at this moment, colliding with the falling sword light in the air.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...
Dozens of clanging sounds sounded as the sword shadow collided with the powerful sword light. Finally, when the thirtieth sword shadow dissipated, it successfully penetrated the sword light, and the remaining two sword shadows headed towards Lian Hai Jue.
His head was stabbed suddenly.
When Lian Haijue dived, he saw the shadow of the sword stabbing him. He stopped suddenly and swung the Yanyue Sword with all his strength, smashing the two sword shadows into pieces in the air.
The Desert Sword soared into the sky, holding the Xuanying Sword in his hand and slashed in the air. In an instant, countless sword lights flashed across the sky, sealing off the space around Lian Haijue. Lian Haijue turned around and looked around.
, he has been shrouded in countless sword lights. As long as Mo Jian's divine thoughts move, these sword lights will instantly stab him into a hornet's nest.
"All things treasure armor!"
"Wanjian Xuanguang!"
Lian Haijue and Mo Jian spoke out at the same time.
Lian Haijue spread his arms, and a bright green light was released from his body, turning into a circle of energy shield to block him. The sword light fell like raindrops, all hitting the energy shield.
Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang...
The invisible sword light violently bombarded the shield, and the green shield kept trembling, but it never broke.
Suddenly, Desert Sword descended in front of the shield and stabbed out with a sword.
The extremely harsh clanging sound seemed to tear Lian Haijue's eardrums apart. He looked ahead, his pupils trembling momentarily.
Mo Jian made a sword-raising gesture and slashed across the shield. After the Xuanying Sword passed through the rock-hard shield, a long crack actually appeared. Mo Jian whirled down and fell.
, the Xuanying Sword turned into a hundred-foot-long sword shadow and slashed on the shield, and the majestic vitality was like a sea wave overturning.
Like glass shattering, the green shield instantly collapsed. Lian Haijue raised his Yanyue Sword high to block the terrifying sword power of Mo Jian.
Bang!
Lian Haijue's feet lost strength, and his body fell straight towards the discussion platform. With a loud bang, Lian Haijue's feet hit the ground, and a numb feeling ran directly from the soles of his feet to his thighs.
"Hiss!" Everyone in the spectator seats gasped.
The two of them have the same level of cultivation, Mo Jian is probably just stronger than Lian Hai Jue Xian, but why is their combat power so different?
Lian Haijue stood up and placed the Yanyue Sword heavily on the discussion platform. A terrifying aura exploded instantly, and the momentum that had been slightly sluggish suddenly began to surge.
"Try this move and sweep through thousands of armies!"
Lian Haijue roared angrily, and blasted the Yanyue Sword into the sky. A pale, hundred-foot-long sword light crossed the sky and went straight towards Mo Jian. It was so powerful that everyone in the audience felt their hearts tremble through the energy barrier.
Mo Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, held the Xuanying Sword with both hands, raised it above his head, the energy of heaven and earth gathered crazily, and the sword light approached quickly, but Mo Jian showed no fear, and his heart was as calm as water.
"Sword of Heaven!"
Mo Jian shouted angrily in a deep voice and swung down the Xuan Ying Sword heavily.
An invisible sword energy rushed out instantly, breaking the sword light directly from the middle. The two broken sword lights deviated from the trajectory and exploded in the sky on both sides. The cold sword energy approached, and Lian Haijue's body was covered with hair.
, he had no time to gather his energy and subconsciously pushed out the Yanyue Sword to block it in front.
The sword energy struck the Yanyue Sword, and Lian Haijue's arms trembled violently as if they had withstood a huge force. Severe paralysis swept through his arms, and his body flew far away under the violent impact.
"Huhu...why is he with the same cultivation level as me, but his strength is so much stronger than mine? It's impossible!" Lian Hai Jueshang was still asking himself, but Mo Jian's Xuan Ying Sword had already fallen.
clang!
Xuan Ying Sword hit the Yan Yue Saber hard, causing Lian Hai Jue to take several steps back. The Yan Yue Saber almost flew out of his hand. Mo Jian drew out his sword again, Lian Hai Jue held the Yan Yue Saber upside down and stabbed out suddenly with the sharp spike at the end of the handle.
The mysterious shadow collided with the sharp thorns, and the two sharp breaths were like polar cold winds. Countless wind blades swept through the sky and blew through the skin, like knives cutting.
"Broken!" Mo Jian's face was cold and he shouted suddenly.
A burst of terrifying power erupted from the Xuan Ying Sword, all concentrated at the tip of the sword. This sword actually directly pierced the spike at the end of the Yan Yue Dao. Mo Jian's eyes were half-squinted, and the Xuan Ying Sword suddenly lifted up and hit the hilt of the Yan Yue Dao.
On the top, the spikes were destroyed, and Lian Haijue had no firm grasp on it. Being picked up like this, the Yanyue Sword flew away from his hand and fell far away on the Taoist Forum.
Lian Haijue felt severe pain in his wrist and flew his Yanyue Sword away. However, Mo Jian still showed no sign of stopping. He still stabbed out with one sword. Hundreds of sword energy burst out in the space, and exploded with the sword.
on him.
"Poof!" Lian Haijue spat out a mouthful of blood, flew several hundred feet upside down, and landed miserably.
"I surrender!" Lian Haijue yelled, and the next sword stopped just about two feet in front of his eyebrows. If he shouted just a moment later, the sword would pierce his head.
After hearing Lian Haijue admit defeat, Chu Ying immediately announced: "Mo Jian wins, the North will gain one point, and the South will deduct one point. The first round of the group battle is over. Please wait a moment, the results will appear on the sky. This result,
It’s the order of challenge in the group knockout rounds.”
Mo Xuanzhang touched his chin, with a somewhat complicated look on his face: "The swordsmanship of this guy Mo Jian is quite passable, much better than that of the Four Swordsmen. It seems that the old guy in the Cangtian Sword Pavilion,
I usually give him lots of advice."
"Boss, what are you whispering about?" Tang Li said from the side.
"It's nothing. Take a look at the results and tell Yan Ting the results. I'll leave first." Mo Xuanzhang said calmly, and then stood up and left.
"Why are you going? Why don't you come with me?"
"I'm going to get some fresh air. Millions of people are sitting here and the air is very stuffy." Mo Xuanzang waved his hand and immediately flew away from the spectator seats.
"Let him go, let's take a look." Chu Tianyuan said with a bitter smile.
Soon, the group rankings on the sky screen changed.
"Eastern record, six wins and one defeat, total score is five points."
"The record of the South is one win and six losses, and the total score is negative five points."
"The Western record, four wins and three losses, the total score is one point."
"The record of the North is three wins and four losses, and the total score is one point negative."
Seeing the order of east, west, north, and south on the sky screen, the Zhulu disciples all nodded.
"This is the order of challenges in the finals, starting from the east, then the west, the north, and finally the south." Lin Jue said.
"Well, Yan Ting is in the Dongfang group and ranks first in points, so he will be the first to fight, and only he can challenge others, and others cannot challenge him. This has an absolute advantage." Chu Tianyuan laughed.
road.
After Chu Ying arranged the order, he fell into the forum. He looked at the people in the spectator seats who were talking a lot. He moistened his throat and said loudly: "Everyone, this is the result of the first battle in the group battle. After three days,
It’s the final battle of the group battle, which is also the decisive battle of discussion. When the time comes, we will challenge them in order from east to west, north and south. Well, today’s competition is over. In three days’ time, we will see you all again for the final battle of discussion.”
After a day of hard fighting, the Imperial Taoist group battle has finally ended. The following decisive battle will determine the final ranking of the twenty-eight Taoists, and this will be the real pinnacle battle.