Yun Xiaotian pointed to the brocade robe on his body and said, "Senior Brother Wei, I wonder if you have this brocade robe with you?"
Wei Ting made a sound and said: "Junior brother Yun, do you want to make another treasure?"
Yun Xiaotian said: "Yes, if Xiaotian wins by luck, can you give it back to me?"
Wei Ting glanced around Yun Xiaotian and said, "Then if I win, what can you give me? The discus?"
"Hahaha."
"Hahaha."
Many people in the audience laughed. At this moment, a yellow sword light flashed across the sky. With a click, a black sword was inserted straight in front of Yun Xiaotian. Qin Liaozhi said in a crisp voice: "Mo Qi
——It’s a low-grade fairy sword, so let’s bet on it with Senior Brother Wei!”
"Hiss... Immortal product!"
"Bing Gu is really wealthy. Compared to this, what do those clothes mean?"
"This is so unwise!"
"It's just a piece of clothing."
"This Wei Ting is a genuine Shiqing Thunder Control Realm. Are you so confident?"
Wei Ting smiled heartily, "Junior brother and sister, you are really courageous, so I will reluctantly agree to you~"
Wei Ting slowly drew his sword. The world's sword cultivators are led by the Immortal Sword Dao, and the Immortal Sword Path is headed by Xishu Mountain. Thousands of years of spiritual research and swordsmanship inheritance in Xishu Mountain have brought the Sword Path to the pinnacle. Everyone who can enter
The disciples of the Seven Peaks of Xishu Sword Mountain are all first-class geniuses.
For Wei Ting, who is in the Ascension of the Immortal Sword, Yun Xiaotian holding scrap metal in his hand is somewhat comical.
There was a familiar figure in the audience. Sun Changsun kept shouting and had already set the odds to 1 to 9, but still no one tried to beat the 'Discus Throwing Immortal'.
In the crowd, Zhao Liu struggled to squeeze in to Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others, looked at the slim figure beside him, and said: "Senior Sister Qin? Xiaotian told me about you, you...
You really look like a fairy!"
Zhou Xinrui immediately got angry, twisted his neck, pointed at Qin Liaozhi in front of her and said, "She is Senior Sister Qin."
"Ah...oh?"
Zhao Liu scratched his head. Fortunately, Senior Sister Qin's eyes were on the stone platform.
Qing~
There was a crisp sword cry, and the blue spiritual power was radiant. Wei Ting started to use all his strength, and a sword arc that could cut mountains came down.
Yun Xiaotian was running freely, and the black soul power and golden spiritual power in his body kept rolling. His body kept rising until he was eight or nine feet high. He turned the discus in his hand and scattered the arc of his sword.
"What? Eighty-Nine Mysterious Techniques?"
"How does he know the true secrets of Buddhism?"
"No, this aura is completely wrong. It doesn't have any majesty of Buddhism, and it also has a... feeling of killing."
Wei Ting was swatted away by his palm and his sword energy essence was scattered. His heart was trembling slightly. He could resist the Western Shu Mountain Sword Technique. There were only eight or nine mysterious skills of Buddhism and the secret method of the Bone Clan in the Barbarian Realm in the world, but what about the person in front of him?
Did it? How could such nondescript spiritual power be the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills?
When Little Angel Yun came out with this method, almost everyone in Twelve Finger Sword Mountain and others looked at Hua He. Everyone was puzzled as to why Senior Brother Hua dared to teach him this? But the latter just put his palms together and smiled slightly.
Yun Xiaotian smashed Wei Ting's sword energy to pieces again, but the golden body was shaking slightly and was about to collapse. Wei Ting suppressed the surging energy and blood and smiled coldly. He squeezed the sword formula with his fingers and paused on the stone platform.
The wind and thunder started, thunder flashed in the sky, and the rolling dark clouds were pressing towards him. He raised the fairy sword in his hand to his chest, and a bucket-like lightning shot out from the rolling dark clouds.
Among the ten realms of Yuqing, the Thunder Control realm is undoubtedly the most difficult to practice, and it is also the most powerful.
There was a click, and in the turbulent storm, a sword beam with thunder rolled towards him.
The golden body was scattered by a sword, and the man fell from a height.
Ahem.
Yun Xiaotian put one hand on the ground and coughed violently, with a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
Wei Ting said: "Junior brother Yun, is it time to end it? If we continue to attack, senior brother, it is impossible to protect your life." With his spiritual power cultivation, it is also very difficult to use the thunder control realm to induce the sky thunder.
Yun Xiaotian stood up slowly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "It's over? You've beaten enough, it's time for me to move around, right?"
"you?……"
Wei Ting couldn't believe that his golden body was broken but he could still stand up.
Yun Xiaotian slowly closed his eyes. A strong wind suddenly rose, blowing his brocade clothes and long hair. The spiritual power between heaven and earth rippled like water. A green spiritual power ripple spread out with his body as the center.
A sound! A reed by the lake was broken. Yun Xiaotian flicked his finger, and the reed slowly floated into his hand. He waved the reed lightly, pointed his hand, and said:
"It's just a matter of striking thunder. I know how to do it, and I would like to ask my senior brother to taste it."
"What?" Wei Ting looked at him in disbelief.
Yun Xiaotian pinched the sword technique and moved the reed in his hand. The dark cloud condensed again, click! A bolt of thunder fell into the reed branch. Yun Xiaotian flicked his wrist, and the gray electric arc flashed with golden light, shattering the stone platform inch by inch.
A majestic slash came towards Wei Ting, a muffled sound like a flesh-piercing sound was heard, and Wei Ting was knocked away by the thunder.
"What?"
"How can this be?"
"Withered swords can also trigger thunder?"
There was a dead silence between heaven and earth. The most surprising thing was that the disciples of Xishu Jianshan all opened their mouths. The master had warned them countless times that the cultivation of the Thunder Control Realm and the first-grade spiritual sword were indispensable for drawing thunder, and that
How does a man do it with just a reed in his hand?
Wei Ting vomited blood, pointed at Yun Xiaotian, and said: "You...you...how do you know the Thunder Control Technique?"
Yun Xiaotian smiled and said: "Senior Brother Wei, you are really very blind. I have already told you that my technique is called the thunder technique. Could it be that all the techniques related to thunder are from your Western Shu Mountain?"
Everyone in the audience reacted and shouted loudly:
"Yep!"
"You can't bully others."
"Is Xishu Jianshan amazing?"
…
Wei Ting pointed at him and gasped, "I...I can never leave you." He raised his long sword and slashed at Yun Xiaotian again with streaks of blue light.
The latter tapped his fingers lightly and tapped the reed with his wrist, and the magnificent gray sword energy collided with the blue sword energy. As soon as the two sword energy true energy came into contact, the gray sword energy wrapped it up, and kept
Rolling and corroding, the sword energy reached him. He raised his finger and flicked it, and the already thin spiritual power scattered into wisps of blue smoke.
Wei Ting took a few steps back, spat out a mouthful of black blood, and then shook his head crazily, "No...impossible...how is this possible? Kujiandao...you...how did you do it?"
Yun Xiaotian said: "Senior Brother Wei, you are too ignorant and ignorant."
Yun Xiaotian flicked his wrist, and a green sword energy slashed at him. The sword energy was full of vitality and green, without a trace of murderous intent. Wei Ting raised his sword to block it, and the green spiritual power spread along the sword body to his fingers, like an old man.
Climbing up like a vine, until the entire arm, the green energy penetrated into the skin, and then turned into a series of death energy.
"ah!"
Wei Ting screamed in pain, took off his sword, and immediately held the injured arm tightly with his other hand.
"My hand...you..."
Yun Xiaotian said coldly: "Senior Brother Wei, if you don't admit defeat, my next strike will not protect your life."
Wei Ting still pointed at him and kept saying "you, you, you", his head hurt and he was sweating profusely.
"The Thunderbolt Technique."
This name is ridiculous. Yun Xiaotian shouted it like this on purpose. His movements were not impressive, but Wei Ting was still struck by a bolt of lightning.
After Yun Xiaotian used this move, the great joy in his body was actually exhausted. However, he didn't expect that it was already like this. Wei Ting was still holding on. He suddenly threw away the reed in his hand, took out the discus and threw it at Wei Ting.
In the past, when he had no spiritual power, he still had strength.
It doesn't matter if he loses. Wei Ting actually wants to admit defeat directly, but if he admits defeat to a disciple of a little-known sect, he may not be able to hold his head high after he goes back.
"Senior Brother Wei, do you still remember those swords in the Thunder Domain of the South China Sea?"
Yun Xiaotian wheeled up the discus and threw it at him.
bang bang bang
That brutal scene was staged again, and unlike the surprise of the disciples at Xishu Jianshan, thunderous shouts rang out from the audience again.
"The Discus Master..."
"Hoho~"
"The Great Discus Thrower."
Wei Ting pretended to be like a pig's head, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his eyes were squinted, and his head was round. Yun Xiaotian still kept smashing until he was exhausted, and then he paused and couldn't help but sigh: This is the skull of a disciple of Sword Mountain in Western Shu.
It's really harder than ordinary people.
He took a few breaths to regain some strength, and was about to raise his hand to continue smashing, but the old man guarding the ring couldn't stand it anymore, so he raised his hand and used spiritual power to knock the discus away in his hand.
"Okay, I declare... you win."
Looking at the unrecognizable Wei Ting who fell down, he suddenly lay limply on the ground, with his arms and legs spread out, and a drowsy feeling came over his brain.
"Xiao Tian."
Lan Yi flew up and hugged him into her arms.
Amidst the countless shouts and the lamentations of the disciples of Xishu Jianshan, a woman in white walked out of the crowd, with tears streaming down her face.
"Brother Xiaotian, I finally... found you."
Lan Yi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked him up and headed towards Yanyu Tower.
In the distant sky, an old man wearing linen and rags had tears rolling in his eyes, "How can there be such a genius in the world? God, I will never stop my Withered Sword Sect!"
Zhao Liushou was still staring blankly at the empty stone platform, and murmured in his mouth: "Senior Brother Xiaotian...how did you do it...in one battle, you actually lowered my cultivation by ten years!"
Not only Zhao Liushou, but also the older generation of experts who were watching the competition in the dark were secretly shocked: "A withered sword can actually draw thunder. I really saw it."
"People say it's called thunder."
"Raising thunder?"
Poof! Someone already laughed.
"This is really a slap in the face!"
"There are so many ways to use the power of thunder in the world, but in Xishu Mountain, I always thought that my spiritual sword was the best in the world in attracting thunder. What happened? My genius disciple was defeated by others who used wooden sticks to draw thunder, and was also beaten with scrap metal.
Turning into a pig's head, this is really funny and interesting." This chapter has been completed!