The fragments of the Zi Zi Sword were scattered on the ground, and countless disciples did not come back to their senses for a long time. It was not until the young man's voice sounded again that everyone woke up.
This was the natal spiritual treasure of Zhang Zhi, the leader of Zuowang Peak, and the young man actually destroyed it.
Zhang Shouzuo is a great monk who has almost entered the upper three realms. His realm reached the peak of the Immortal Ascension Realm many years ago.
Before the sword was destroyed, another person also spoke to stop it, and this person had a more noble status.
That is Xun Ju, the master of Qinglu Hall.
When faced with two big figures from the Dao Sect, the young man did not hesitate at all. In front of everyone, he destroyed Zhang Shouzhong's natal spiritual treasure that had been with him all his life.
Heroes emerge from youth.
"This boy is very brave."
The heads of the other six peaks above the stands looked at the young man with wonder, curiosity, and some admiration.
Yu Wenwen's eyes stayed on Shen Yu, and this person shocked her again.
The Yanfa Hall was very quiet. Fan Weimin, who was dressed as an old farmer, couldn't help but look at the young man in the room, full of surprise and curiosity, and secretly sighed that this was a person with a temperament.
Fan Weimin also heard that the female disciple with mediocre qualifications at Zuowang Peak had her spirit treasure destroyed by Fu Yi and was seriously injured. Only nine days later, Shen Yu did the same thing and destroyed a fugue.
The natal spiritual treasure at the pinnacle of the realm.
Fan Weimin praised him and said: "The courage is commendable, I admire him."
At the highest point of the stands, Xun Ju's expression was as calm as ever, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
Zhang Zhi, who was sitting at the top of Wangwang Peak, was shaky, his face was bloodless, and he stared at Shen Yu with resentful eyes.
As one of the leaders of the Seven Peaks, due to some unspeakable secrets, he did not dare to take back the Freedom Sword, and could only watch the opponent destroy this treasure.
As his natal spiritual treasure was destroyed, his Taoist heart collapsed instantly, and he could hardly maintain the realm in front of him, let alone break it.
Several other elders of the Fourth Hall were still recalling the methods Shen Yu used in the previous competition, with shock and confusion on their faces.
The Zi Zi Sword is a high-grade innate spiritual treasure. How can a disciple who has entered the Taoist realm less than two years destroy it so easily?
Not to mention Fu Yi, a disciple of Zuowang Peak who was fighting with him before. Although the two were at the same level, Shen Yu was seriously injured with a light wave of his hand.
Everyone had different expressions. Seeing the young man in the field looking in the direction of Qinglu Hall, they thought that today's events were not over yet.
A slender figure fell into the field.
"So this is the strength you are proud of?"
Lan Yingxing stood calmly opposite the young man, looking at Shen Yu's bloody wound. After a moment of silence, he continued: "Your strength looks good, and you didn't even sacrifice the life treasure you got at Fenbao Cliff.
But I'm here, what happens next is meaningless, your pride will be trampled under my feet."
Lan Yingxing is qualified to do this, and no one will think that he is talking nonsense.
Because he became a disciple of Dao Sect in the same year as Fang Hen, the senior brother of Qinglu Palace. He ranked seventh in Qinglu Palace, which was the strongest in Dao Sect. He ranked seventh in every competition every year.
Some disciples even remember some of the little habits this seventh senior brother had when fighting with others, that is, he didn't like to talk.
Today, he spoke so much uncharacteristically, perhaps because the seventh senior brother's mentality has changed.
Shen Yu looked calm and said indifferently: "It has begun."
No one knows why Shen Yu is so calm, so calm that it's scary.
Even Dao Fan, who had his eyes closed in the distance, opened his eyes at this time and looked at the center of the stone platform with a solemn expression.
A competition between two juniors should not be like this, but a great monk at the peak of the Fusion Realm was paying unusual attention to this moment today.
In front of Dao Fan's eyes, a scene that happened a few days ago in the Fourth Hall's performance appeared.
Shen Yu found him and asked some questions.
The handsome young man asked calmly what would happen if he killed his opponent during the competition.
This question made Dao Fan a little shocked, but the young man's calm eyes revealed a certain meaning.
Shen Yu then asked what would happen if a very important disciple of Qinglu Palace was killed?
Master Daofan was silent for a long time, not knowing how to answer the boy's question.
Inadvertent killing during competition is inevitable.
But Daofan didn't say it out loud after all, he just thought that maybe he could do something if he was there.
Therefore, Daofan Zhenren, who has never participated in the performance of the Four Halls in these years, came. He just wanted to prevent some tragic things that were about to happen.
If it can't be stopped.
Then keep that young man at all costs.
Because, there are too many shadows of that person in this young man.
...
The young man is conceited and ambitious.
Lan Yingxing struck first, his hands were like butterflies piercing flowers. After being dazzled, the dazzling seals went straight towards Shen Yu.
Brilliant and brilliant, there is a faint sound of wind and thunder.
Shen Yu stepped lightly, and the figure disappeared. A moment later, the mark hit the hard ground, and countless stone fragments exploded.
Without stopping, Lan Yingxing formed seals with his hands again, several times faster than before. In an instant, nine light seals fell from the sky.
Only a slight whistle was heard.
The nine seals merged into one, and they quickly pressed in the direction of Shen Yu, causing an afterimage to appear.
boom.
Shen Yu's figure continued to change, and the marks exploded one after another at the location where he appeared. More than ten large holes were blasted out of the Qingyao Stone ground, and the sound of explosions continued.
The disciples in the stands were all staring at the competition in the field, not daring to miss a single scene.
A quarter of an hour passed.
Countless people marveled at Lan Yingxing's skill in the nine-color lotus seal, but even more people were surprised by the other young man.
Even under such intensive mark attacks, the figure of the young man in the field was still relaxed and free, without any stagnation.
Shen Yu's delicate figure kept changing, often appearing more than ten feet away with one step.
"The art of teleportation? Isn't this a spell that can only be performed by monks in the Immortal Movement Realm?"
"If you look carefully, he doesn't disappear and appear instantly, but moves to that position very quickly. It seems to be a footwork that has never been seen in Yuan Temple."
"You are right, this is the unique footwork of the leader's line."
Many senior elders in the stands were talking in low voices.
Lan Yingxing looked a little embarrassed. He could already tell that the young man was deliberately teasing him.
He suddenly withdrew his seal and stood facing the wind.
At this time, Lan Yingxing had very little spiritual energy left in Linghu's dantian, and could no longer continue to perform the Nine-Colored Lotus Seal. However, the young man opposite seemed to be able to do it with ease, without any fatigue.
This is very abnormal. His realm is much higher than Shen Yu's. How could Shen Yu's situation be easier?
Lan Yingxing mobilized the remaining spiritual power while thinking about this problem, but there was still a voice in his heart that kept urging him to make a decision as soon as possible.
The spiritual power in the air began to rage around Lan Yingxing.
His fingers touched the void.
The huge spiritual energy condensed into a spiritual mountain and gathered above Shen Yu's head.
The young man didn't care and quietly watched Lan Yingxing perform the Taoist techniques of Qinglu Palace.
His expression was indifferent, as if the person casting the spell in front of him was just an insignificant thing.
Lan Yingxing could no longer hold back the anger in his heart and shouted loudly.
"Three Mountains Jue."
As he pointed his right hand towards the sky, the mountain of spiritual energy suspended in mid-air was suppressed in an instant.
Qingludian Sanshan Jue is the most powerful and wide-ranging Taoist technique.
Lan Yingxing exhausted all his spiritual power, just wanting to determine the winner in this move, and the spiritual energy in the sky condensed into a mountain.
Like the sky collapsing.
...
Shen Yu raised his eyes and moved slightly.
A bright light suddenly lit up between his eyebrows, and then a red wooden sword appeared in his uninjured left hand.
The Spirit Sword Jingqing appeared in front of the world for the first time.
Facing the mountain of spiritual power that was as heavy as the sky, Shen Yu just took a gentle step forward.
Then he struck the sword with his left hand.
There is no brilliance, no magic or magic, just a simple stab.
However, this sword is the most powerful sword in the world.
Flesh and blood splattered.
With a muffled groan, Lan Yingxing retreated sharply, clutching his chest.
The spiritual mountains all over the sky collapsed in an instant.
.....
Extremely quiet.
Shen Yu approached Lan Yingxing and said lightly: "It's not enough."
He stretched out his right hand and punched the opponent in the chest.
Lan Yingxing, who was still confused and shocked, flew out without any resistance.
Shen Yu took a step forward and once again came to Lan Yingxing's side in mid-air, the wooden sword in his hand pointed straight at his heart.
Looking at this scene, someone in the audience shouted in shock: "Lan Yingxing has already lost consciousness. Is he going to kill someone?"
At the same time, someone had already reacted faster than him.
Chen Jianzhi rushed out of the stands quickly, his figure piercing the sky.
Fang Hen frowned slightly, his eyes full of hatred, and then he saw the middle-aged man on the stand moving his fingers slightly, and then he disappeared in an instant without any hesitation.
The two came to the field almost at the same time.
Chen Jianzhi held up a spiritual treasure that looked like a scroll and headed straight for the wooden sword in Shen Yu's left hand, but he wanted to save people.
Fang Hen pinched out the spell with his right hand, and a bloody broken blade went straight to Shen Yu's back like lightning.
Fang Hen's eyes were full of disgust.
Regardless of whether Shen Yu stops or not, this blow will definitely kill him.
Even if the Yuan Temple and the head of the temple inquired after the incident, there was still reason to evade the matter. After all, it was Shen Yu who killed him first and broke the sect rules.
But at this moment, Lan Yingxing, who was originally helpless, suddenly shouted wildly: "Elder brother, hide quickly."
In an instant, Shen Yu's figure disappeared and then came directly in front of Fang Hen.
The two looked at each other, and the young man smiled slightly.
...
"What would happen if a very important disciple of Qinglu Palace was killed?"
"An important disciple of Qinglu Palace!"
Master Dao Fan suddenly remembered the young man's previous words and stood up hastily, with a look of horror on his face.
...
At the highest point of the stands, a straight figure rose into the sky.
...
In mid-air on the Motian Cliff, the wooden sword in Shen Yu's left hand burst out with fierce spiritual energy.
The bright red light on the red sword dyed the entire sky red.
Entering the Taoist realm, the Golden Core realm, the Dongzhen realm...the momentum climbed all the way, and finally reached the peak of the Immortal Ascension realm.
Shen Yu followed the blue luan bird in the sky and waited for nine days.
He absorbed all the rich spiritual energy within a thousand miles into his body and stored it all in his right hand.
So when facing Fu Yi, with a slight wave of his right hand, Fu Yi flew backwards without any resistance because he had accumulated too much spiritual energy.
There is no need for Taoism or magic, just pure spiritual power to crush it.
But if there are one hundred people in the world who do this, ninety-nine people will be unable to bear the violent spiritual energy entering their bodies.
Shen Yu didn't care.
He used some tricks, and because of this, he was able to use a sword at the peak of the Immortal Ascension Realm.
The person he wanted to kill was not Lan Yingxing.
But Fang Hen.
...
Chen Jianzhi's expression changed drastically, and his spiritual power surged out of his body. He desperately controlled the scroll spirit treasure, trying to block the young man's sword.
Fang Hen's calm face showed unprecedented panic, and he desperately tried to recall the broken blade that had flown out.
...
"You once said you wanted to regain the face of your Qinglu Palace here."
Shen Yu said calmly: "Can you handle this face?"
A young man with a sword.
Express the meaning of life. This chapter has been completed!