In this palace examination, there were nine disciples from Tianzhu Peak. In the third round, only two of the nine were left - Xiang Wujian and Nan Fei, who had been "recommended" all the way.
Twenty years old, in the Huangpo realm, ranked seventeenth on the "Dragon Hidden List" in the world. Among the thousands of monsters and young demon cultivators in Emperor Mountain today, he has the strongest bloodline talent and the fastest cultivation speed.
In this round of advancing to the semi-finals, on the Immortal Platform, Nan Fei looked at the Black Wood Token in his hand, and there was an inexplicable amusement on his usually calm face. His opponent turned out to be Xiang Wujian. This young man had just started for a year.
His reputation in Tianzhu Peak is no longer inferior to his. It will only be a matter of time before he is listed on the "Dragon Qian List" in the future.
It should be said that the "Dragon Hidden List" of the world was established by the Sun and Moon Pavilion. This power is extremely large and mysterious. Although it is far away from the Jianghu and does not care about disputes, it has the ability to measure the world's major events. The masters on this "Dragon Hidden List"
They are all young leaders in the world of martial arts. Regardless of whether they are human or demon, if they can reach the early stage of the middle camp, the Huangpo realm, within a hundred years of age, and break through the first natural chasm of cultivation, they will be qualified to be on the list. Therefore, there are also people in the martial arts world.
The "Long Qian List" is called the "Centenarian List", which is a far cry from the higher-level "Thousand-year-old List".
Nan Fei has long been invincible among the younger generation in Tiandi Mountain. As Chu Jiangtian's direct disciple, the junior brother in front of him may be able to bring him some interest.
"Let me see what you are capable of."
Bai Yunsheng, who was recommended to the semi-finals in the audience, was in a good mood watching the match, although he was still wondering why no one raised any questions or objections when he was promoted to the semi-finals based solely on his cultivation in the Chi Po realm.
On the Immortal Platform, everyone's attention has shifted from their dissatisfaction and doubts about Bai Yunsheng to Nan Fei and Xiang Wujian. From the palace master to the doorman, everyone is looking forward to this showdown between the demon king's direct disciples.
They are also ancient monsters, one is Zhu Yan, one is Chilong, one is in the realm of orange soul, and one is in the peak of yellow soul.
Regardless of skills or martial arts, Nan Fei's cultivation is better than Xiang Wujian. Although the gap is not impossible to bridge, it is just very, very difficult.
The yellow claw mark between Nan Fei's eyebrows was majestic. He slowly pulled out the long sword from behind, and a burst of snow light suddenly appeared.
Before the words are finished, the battle has begun.
The wind has not yet risen, but the sword has been drawn out.
A piercing bright light flashed across Xiang Wujian's eyes. The moment the light appeared, Nan Fei leapt into the air, and then fell rapidly.
The sword struck down like lightning without any false moves, as if a sharp ax was about to split a piece of rotten wood.
This sudden attack made people outside the field raise their eyebrows, wondering why Nan Fei was in such a hurry to take action.
Xiang Wujian showed no fear on his face and calmly drew his sword to fight.
The sound of the sword's blade sounded like thunder.
He withstood Nan Fei Tai's overwhelming sword from the front, his soles stagnated, half of his feet already sunk into the ground.
After one move failed, Nan Fei turned around quickly, and the sword light struck down again.
Xiang Wujian, whose body was not yet stable, still faced the confrontation.
With another scream, Xiang Wujian's left knee bent directly, cracking the ground.
Nan Fei immediately overpowered his opponent's long sword and turned it into a sweep, striking directly at the opponent's chest.
Xiang Wujian immediately raised his sword in front of him.
With another scream, he lifted his toes off the ground and flew out.
Nan Fei's three moves of swordsmanship seem to have no changes at all. They are just the simplest movements, but each move has at least thirty changes hidden in it. If one change is not accurate, he will be killed immediately.
Xiang Wujian stood up neatly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth neatly. In just a few breaths, his tiger's mouth had been shattered, blood flowed down the hilt of the sword, the internal organs in his body were shaking, and his breath was disordered.
Nan Fei held his sword and said proudly: "With these three moves, you are qualified to be my opponent."
In the tea room, Xiang Wujian's breath returned to normal and he said: "Thank you, senior brother, for showing mercy."
"I have not held back, and I will never hold back. No one is perfect under the sword of candlelight."
"Wu Jian has this intention. Please take action with all your strength, senior brother."
"Okay! Let me see how much Master has taught you."
This time, the two of them attacked at the same time, and the sound of clashing swords could be heard, but the scene looked a bit embarrassing.
They seemed to have no use of swordsmanship at all, and were just fighting each other with the most primitive sword moves.
Split, chop, cut, sweep, stab, pare, pick.
Every sword is powerful and heavy.
Every sword was filled with fire.
Every sword is domineering and brutal.
Bai Yunsheng, who knew little about swordsmanship, watched the battle nervously and couldn't help but whisper: "Is this considered swordsmanship?"
The fight was in full swing, and a layer of red flames dripping with blood rose around the bodies of Nan Fei and Xiang Wujian. The two men's fighting movements became faster and fiercer, like two burning fires on the Immortal Platform.
It flickers on and off.
All around, there was only the scream and collision of weapons, like rolling thunder, getting louder and louder, and rolling faster and faster.
On the platform, Qi Zhuzi began to talk to himself again: "I didn't expect that Nan Fei's fire-fixing sword technique has reached such a level. He is really a genius."
Ba Xia also expressed his appreciation: "Xiang Wujian is amazing. He has mastered the "Fire God Art" to the second level of Fire God's Wrath at the age of eighteen, and his current swordsmanship is no less impressive than Nan Fei's."
Chu Jiangtian nodded and said with satisfaction: "Wu Jian's talent is indeed stronger than Nan Fei's. He only practiced this swordsmanship for one year and is already on par with Nan Fei."
"It's a pity that he will still lose."
Qi Zhuzi shook his head regretfully, and the surroundings became quiet again.
Most of the disciples in Tiandi Mountain know that Nan Fei is very strong, but only the disciples with higher seniority in the mountain understand how strong Nan Fei is. It is not just blood, skills and martial arts, but also the most important thing.
On the Immortal Platform. Following another thunderous confrontation in mid-air, the two of them flew out at the same time.
The difference was that Xiang Wujian slid back dozens of feet before he stabilized his figure, while Nan Fei only took a few steps back.
The smoke stopped, and after a fierce battle, cracked stones and potholes were scattered all around the table, and the entire Dengxian Terrace had turned into a mass grave.
Xiang Wujian's right hand holding the sword is still trembling, and the sword in his hand is already full of gaps. The candlelight sword in Nan Fei's hand is a top-grade weapon. Naturally, it is not comparable to the imitation of Xiang Wujian's Dinghuo Sword. It can persist until now.
It's pretty good.
However, Nan Fei's face no longer looked disdainful. He stared at Xiang Wujian and said seriously:
"It took me seven years of practicing Dinghuo Sword Technique to reach this level. I never thought you could reach this level in just one year. Back then, you would have been better than me."
Xiang Wujian's karma was far less profound than Nan Fei's, and the Fire-fixing Sword Technique consumed a lot of energy, but he still managed to keep his spirits up and said:
"The Dinghuo Sword Technique is open and closed, from complex to simple, and each move incorporates countless changes. This is a killing sword, not an embroidered sword."
"That's right. This is indeed a sword technique for killing people. It is a martial art founded by the Demon King after he became famous. If you practice it to the extreme, you will also be able to kill people to the extreme. However, you will still lose."
Nan Fei shouted sharply, and the Candlelight Sword came out from his hand, hanging in front of Nan Fei. One sword turned into seven swords. The seven identical sword edges glowed with red and white light to protect him in the middle. Then the seven swords merged into one, and another
Back in Nan Fei's hands, nothing seemed to have changed.
But only the most astute people can discover that within one foot of Nan Fei's body there have been changes as small as a hair. Xiang Wujian also noticed it, but was unable to capture the slightest change. He only felt a vague murderous intent.
On the stage, Chu Han said calmly to Chu Jiangtian who looked calm: "Is he forced to this step, or does he want to try it deliberately?"
Chu Jiangtian smiled mysteriously and did not respond. It was naturally his arrangement to choose Wujian to fight Nan Fei in order to verify one thing.
At this moment, Xiang Wujian, who was on the Immortal Platform, had his palms covered with sweat, tightly holding the incomplete Dinghuo Sword, his eyebrows deeply furrowed, and layers of anxiety flowing in his eyes.
Nan Fei still stood calmly opposite him, holding the candlelight sword and remaining silent.
An indescribable sense of crisis suddenly hit his heart - Xiang Wujian suddenly realized that he could no longer feel Nan Fei's aura.
When they first fought, the murderous intent of the other party, which was like slicing skin and grinding flesh, was gone now. The person standing opposite seemed to be just an ordinary person with no cultivation, as if there was a layer of something surrounding him.
Beads of sweat formed on Xiang Wujian's forehead.
"What does it feel like? He is obviously still here, but why does he seem to be gone?"
Xiang Wujian suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, worked his karma, and stabbed Nan Fei with his sword. He decided to strike preemptively, because if he waited, it would be worse.
The force of his sword was so fierce that it split the scorched air and flew south with a wave of heat.
But something shocking happened to Xiang Wujian. When his sword was more than ten feet away from Nan Fei, its strength suddenly decreased. It disappeared in a moment and turned into a light sword. It stopped one foot in front of Nan Fei and never moved forward.
Xiang Wujian immediately withdrew his Fire-fixing Sword, leaped high into the air, and stabbed down vertically, directly grabbing Nan Fei Tianling.
But the same thing happened, and his sword still stopped limply in mid-air.
At this moment, he could clearly see that there seemed to be one, no, countless pale red and weak flames burning within one foot of Nan Fei's body.
Extinguished in the blink of an eye, rekindled in the blink of an eye, silent, invisible and powerless, going back and forth.
Xiang Wujian immediately sheathed his sword and stood there helpless. There was no point in continuing the fight like this. If Nan Fei didn't need to take action, he would have exhausted his karma and surrendered.
Nan Fei hugged the Candlelight Sword to his chest and said word by word:
"The essence of Dinghuo Sword Technique lies in the word domineering, full attack without defense, aggression like fire. This is its strength and also its biggest weakness."
On the platform, Chu Jiangtian and the six palace masters watched this scene quietly. They all knew that Nan Fei had won, and the result was only a matter of time. The other disciples in the sect were also silently waiting for the result.
Only one person didn't think so.
"Brother Xiang, come on!"
Bai Yunsheng ignored the silence and shouted while waving his fists.
"Yun Sheng, stand down." Chu Han immediately sent a message to him to retreat.
He understands that the Demon King has a purpose for arranging Xiang Wujian to fight Nan Fei, and whether this purpose can be achieved has reached the most critical moment.
On the Immortal Platform.
Xiang Wujian asked with a serious face: "Brother Nanfei, is this the legendary prison?"
Nan Fei said proudly: "It seems that Master has taught you a lot."
"No wonder senior brother, with his cultivation in the Huangpo realm, is so famous on the '100-year-old list'. It turns out that it is because only one in ten thousand has the opportunity to comprehend the prison."
"This is the Candle Fire Hell. It is just the prototype of hell. It is far from the real hell. Any offensive attack in this hell will be invisible and powerless. This is what I realized when I was practicing the Dinghuo Sword Technique.
This is your honor."
"Losing? I have never admitted defeat."
Xiang Wujian let out a soft grunt, grabbed his sword and struck at Nan Fei, completely ignoring what Nan Fei had just said.
The person has not changed, the sword has not changed, and the result has not changed either. Xiang Wujian's broken sword was a foot in front of Nan Fei, and its strength was gone, and its murderous intent was gone.
Nan Fei's voice was as indifferent as his face: "Geniuses can be arrogant, but they also need to fail."
"If you guard against it, I will break it!"
Xiang Wujian let out a low roar regardless, and all his karma was released into his meridians, flowing through his body. In an instant, a blood-red light rose into the sky from behind him, and the shadow of a Zhuyan beast looked up to the sky and howled in the wind.
The sword light mixed with the blood light roared towards him.
For a moment, the overwhelming murderous aura caused the entire Immortal Platform to look sideways, and Chu Jiangtian and the six lords on the platform could not help but be moved.
A monster born only to kill!
Swordsmanship created only for killing!
Xiang Wujian has already regarded himself as a sword!
However, the sword rises with mighty force, but falls silently.
Nan Fei stood with his sword in hand, motionless as a mountain. From a distance, it looked like a man wielding a sword and dancing alone against a wooden stake. The wooden stake was not broken, but his moves became more intensive.
The disciples under the Immortal Stage stared blankly at the duel on the stage. Not only the young disciples, but even the more experienced disciples had never seen such a level of palace examination before.
Lord Baxia looked at the two people who were moving silently in the field, and said slowly: "Nan Fei has understood the rudiments of being released from prison at such a young age, and he is invincible."
He meant to end the battle as soon as possible, but the Demon King gave a different opinion.
Chu Jiangtian closed his eyes and rested his mind, and said slowly: "We have been in a very bad situation in Pilu Wonderland for hundreds of years, so let him go."
After another twenty moves, eighty-nine of the karma in Xiang Wujian's meridians had been consumed.
Although Nan Fei was arrogant, he couldn't bear to bully his juniors. He was waiting for the opponent to admit defeat. But he didn't expect that the sword moves used by Xiang Wujian had not become weaker at all, and were even faster, crueler and fiercer than when they first fought.
At some point, the candlelight hell that was supposed to be looming was completely exposed, and the fluttering flames instantly extinguished, blocking Xiang Wujian's attack.
Suddenly, Nan Fei's calm face rippled, and Chu Jiangtian also opened his eyes at the same time - a weak gap was torn open in the Candle Fire Prison.
Xiang Wujian's sword had already stabbed one foot in front of Nan Fei Tianling.
The attack continued, the gap was closed in an instant, and appeared again in an instant. After a while, the airtight Candlefire Hell was filled with loopholes.
Nan Fei suddenly felt a familiar and strange feeling in his heart.
"This feeling is..."
Chu Han, who had been silent until now, finally spoke to Chu Jiangtian: "Congratulations, senior brother."
Chu Jiang Tianlu also showed a look that only the Demon King could have, and said happily: "Not bad."
Chu Han looked at the other five palace masters and said coldly: "You guys have felt it too, right?"
Ba Xia said in a low voice: "It's the breath of prison."
It is the breath of hell. Although it is as weak as a particle, it is definitely true.
A trace of panic finally hit Nan Fei's heart, but just as he was confused, a slight sound suddenly pierced his cold ears.
A corner of his clothes was pierced by the sword edge.
"This is impossible!!"
Nan Fei exclaimed, and the karma in his body exploded instantly.
The sword in Xiang Wujian's hand broke immediately, and he fell onto the tattered ring, unconscious.
Nan Fei glanced hard at the unconscious Xiang Wujian, sighed coldly, turned around and jumped off the stage.