Xiang Wujian's opponent is Murong Feng, a disciple of the Murong clan from Moon Hill. This man is the elder brother of Murong Chen, and his strength is at the top of the small camp.
Before going on stage, Murong Chen also specifically told Xiang Wujian that her senior brother was particularly difficult to deal with and should be dealt with carefully.
Xiang Wujian pulled out the Heaven-Aweing Sword and said with a confident smile: "Don't worry, I will get the first victory!"
"Brother, come on!"
Bai Yunsheng also has great confidence in Xiang Wujian.
The judge of Xuanzi No. 1 is Xue Ling'er, the master of the White Tiger Hall of Canghai Pavilion, known as the "Jade Tiger". This woman has a strong personality and hates evil, and is well-known as a "master" in Canghai Pavilion.
Xue Linger's voice was not feminine at all, but was filled with a deep masculinity.
When she announced the start of the trial, two-thirds of the eyes on Tianchi were focused on Xuanzi No. 1. Half of it was because of Xue Ling'er's unique voice, and half of it was because of this showdown between man and demon.
No one on the stage said hello.
Xiang Wujian raised the Heaven-Aweing Sword, jumped up high, and used the starting position of the Fire-fixing Sword Technique to slash down at Murong Feng's face.
The blade of the sword rubbed against the air, and the sword light swept out a cloud of sparks and lightning.
Xiang Wujian's first move was a thunderbolt!
I saw Murong Feng was calm and unhurried, a giant hand of yellow sand stretched out from the jade platform ten feet away from his body, tightly grasping the edge of the sky-shattering sword, and with all his strength, he was like a mud cow entering the sea, and was perfectly fended off.
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Bai Yunsheng, who was off the court, was shocked and said: "It's absolute defense again."
But Murong Chen shook his head and said worriedly: "Senior Brother Feng is a rare genius in the clan. He has practiced the "Primordial Jue" to the peak of the Great Flood Realm. His defense is better than mine."
On stage Xuanzi No.1.
This was the first time that the Tianwei Sword showed its power since its birth. I saw its lightning flashing, tigers and tigers making wind, and lightning striking Murong Feng one after another.
But after more than a dozen rounds, Murong Feng's footsteps did not move.
"With just these few moves, you won't be able to get in. I can wear you down until you die."
Murong Feng's face was very ordinary, but his words were filled with superior self-confidence.
"snort."
Xiang Wujian snorted coldly and didn't talk nonsense to him.
In an instant, the karma that filled the sky was like a blooming red lotus, rolling into waves of scorching fire.
The Tianwei Sword flew towards Murong Feng and stabbed Murong Feng from the front.
"it's useless……"
Murong Feng's words were still hanging on his lips, but Xiang Wujian's body burning with flames suddenly disappeared.
There was a sudden exclamation in the field.
Murong Feng's simple eyes kept scanning the surroundings.
Suddenly, like a volcano erupting, roaring karma came from all directions, and the Sky-Aweing Sword stabbed out sixteen swords one after another, directly killing Murong Feng from behind.
Just when Murong Feng launched his absolute defense, everything disappeared again.
The scene became quiet again.
Murong Feng frowned, feeling a little anxious in his heart.
He then moved his luck to his Dantian, and his karma spread all over his body. The yellow sand everywhere floated around him like obedient elves.
Suddenly, the sword came again.
This time the murderous intent came from the left, Murong Feng noticed it again, but the murderous intent disappeared again.
Repeatedly, the speed became faster and faster, until finally, it seemed as if there were flames flickering around Murong Feng.
Murong Feng kept looking around, fearing that Xiang Wujian would come out from somewhere.
But before he could wait for Xiang Wujian, he heard Xiang Wujian's cold and arrogant voice:
"Follow my move, thousands of fires will gather together, and the fire will start a prairie fire!"
Before he finished speaking, countless flames suddenly appeared on the jade platform, and the blazing karma killed Murong Feng from all directions with overwhelming murderous intent.
In an instant, Murong Feng, who was not tall, was submerged in a sea of fire.
Bai Yunsheng was surprised and said in surprise: "Gathering of Ten Thousand Fires! My eldest brother has actually mastered the second level of the Fire God Technique!"
Yi Fengxiao on the side also looked shocked. Because of Xiang Wujian's breakthrough, they had no news.
On stage Xuanzi No.1.
Xiang Wujian walked out of the flames and looked at the raging sea of fire quietly, but there was no trace of excitement on his face.
Not far behind him, yellow sand began to gather. Soon the dust settled and Murong Feng appeared intact.
Xiang Wujian looked a little ugly and asked: "What kind of martial arts is this?"
Murong Feng wiped away the confusion just now and said calmly and happily: "Why, Xiaochen didn't tell you?"
Off the field, Bai Yunsheng was stunned.
He never expected that Xiang Wujian's opponent would be able to escape even with Xiang Wujian's powerful moves, and he would be able to escape so easily.
Bai Yunsheng asked Murong Chen in confusion: "What happened just now?"
Murong Chen had long expected that such a scene would happen, and said with a matter-of-fact expression: "Eighteen pieces of clothing."
This was the first time Bai Yunsheng heard such a "unique" name, and he asked, "What is that?"
Murong Chen explained: "It is a defensive body technique uniquely created by Senior Brother Feng. It can make any defensive movements according to the enemy's moves. From the middle camp position, it is almost invincible."
Bai Yunsheng raised his lips and said carelessly: "It doesn't sound very powerful."
Murong Chen seemed to want to confront Bai Yunsheng. He sighed and said, "Brother Xiang, it's very difficult to win."
In fact, she didn't want Xiang Wujian to win!
Bai Yunsheng smiled and said: "Sister Savage, you don't understand Zhu Yan. My elder brother is better in cultivation, and there is no defense that cannot be broken in this world. I believe in my elder brother."
Murong Chen didn't say anything more, and could only watch the game with anticipation and worry.
On the Xuanzi table.
Xiang Wujian turned around and said calmly: "What you did just now was very strange."
"Excellent."
"It seems that all my moves are useless."
"It seems so."
The move of Fire Dance and Starting a Prairie Fire just now is one of the ultimate moves of the Fixed Fire Sword Technique, and it is also the strongest sword technique that Xiang Wujian can currently use.
But the opponent was not injured.
The Dinghuo Sword Technique is a profound martial art created by Chu Jiangtian when he was in the Blue Soul Realm. It is a masterpiece that the Demon King of the Western Wilderness combined with the strengths of hundreds of sword techniques. In terms of moves, there are only three moves.
Fire Dance to Start a Prairie Fire is the least demanding of the three moves. You need to practice the Fire God Technique to the second level of Gathering of Ten Thousand Fires before you can practice it.
Xiang Wujian stood the Tianwei Sword in front of him, pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands, showed a kind smile, and said: "But your attack power is not enough to defeat me."
Murong Feng seemed to have expected Xiang Wujian to say this, and did not feel disappointed: "I know."
Xiang Wujian raised his eyebrows and said, "A draw?"
"This is my purpose."
Only then did Xiang Wujian suddenly realize that the first round of the Liuhe Competition was a singles match, and he was the strongest among the five people from Tianyi Academy. If he was dragged into a draw, the situation for the others would be bad, especially Murong Chen.
and Twilight Chengxue.
Thinking of this, Xiang Wujian suddenly smiled evilly and said coldly: "Unfortunately, I am not."
The moment the fifth pronunciation came out, Xiang Wujian's figure suddenly rose up, twice as fast as before.
In the blink of an eye, the Tianwei Sword had stabbed Murong Feng's Tianling twenty-three times.
But at the moment when the eighteenth sword edge was about to tear Murong Feng apart.
Murong Feng's body turned from an incredible angle and pressed against Xiang Wujian's body, avoiding the fatal sword edge.
Bai Yunsheng closed his eyes tightly, shook his head violently, and then opened his eyes again, wanting to see again what happened just now.
Xiang Wujian seemed to know his confusion, and stabbed out another sword "living up to expectations" and replayed the scene just now.
Bai Yunsheng rubbed his eyes several times, but still couldn't see clearly.
Xiang Wujian still didn't stop, and the third and fourth swords came one after another.
The dark blue sword shadow carries waves of lightning and fire.
He has already thrust out the fifth sword.
"It's useless. If you give up now, you might still be safe..."
As soon as Murong Feng said the last word, a shocking scene happened.
"Swish!"
A wave of red fire rushed towards him.
I saw Xiang Wujian's figure suddenly split into two, and the Tianwei sword suddenly split into two. They had two swords, one on the left and one on the right. They had the same face, the same sword, and the same murderous intent!
Murong Feng instantly fell into confusion.
But he didn't have time to think too much, he decisively slipped his foot and dodged away close to Xiang Wujian on his left.
He could only bet that one of them was a phantom.
But he made a wrong bet.
This is not an illusion. It is really two Xiang Wujian, two Xiang Wujian with the same strength.
Just when Murong Feng dodged Xiang Wujian on the left, the sharp Heaven-Aweing Sword penetrated his right arm like a ghost, and blood spattered. Murong Feng was shaken ten feet away by the overbearing karma and passed out.
The fierce battle on stage Xuanzi No. 1 ended in an instant.
The words and deeds of all the onlookers were silent for a moment, but the gaze of one person could not calm down for a long time.
Yi Fengxiao looked deeply at the back of Xiang Wujian on the jade platform, and the usual calmness on his face had collapsed - it had collapsed since the two Xiang Wujian appeared.
At this moment, under his cold "shell", his heart was shaking.
"Impossible! Impossible!"
As Bai Yunsheng and Murong Chen cheered loudly, Yi Fengxiao kept repeating these three words in his heart, and finally uttered a sentence in his heart: "How could he do this trick, Feng Shuangfei?!"
Yi Fengxiao recalled Xiang Wujian's sword technique in his mind over and over again, still unable to calm down.
On stage Xuanzi No.1.
Murong Feng, who was lying on the ground, still didn't wake up. The light blue uniform on his body had been smoked black, like a refugee who had just escaped from the fire.
With Murong Chen's relationship, Xiang Wujian would not kill him.
Otherwise, the sword strike just now was enough to kill Murong Feng.
As the judge, Xue Ling'er was also stunned, still thinking about Xiang Wujian's miraculous sword strike just now.
After a while, he finally shouted coldly: "Xuan Zi Tai, Xiang Wujian wins!"
Yueyueqiu then helped Murong Feng off the jade platform. After a short period of healing, he finally woke up.
At this moment, on the Pumice Observation Platform, practitioners from all walks of life were also discussing Xiang Wujian's sudden sword attack.
One person can appear as two people, and one sword can appear as two swords. This type of swordsmanship is unheard of in the world.
All the masters from the big camp on the platform were also surprised.
Sima Bao admired: "Old man Wen, I never thought that your students in Jingzhou are so good. That sword strike just now is the only one I have ever seen in my life."
Wen Qudao also knew for the first time that Xiang Wujian had such a trump card, but he still said proudly: "Sima Bao, let your disciples in the cave learn from it, and don't keep showing up to embarrass yourself."
Sima Bao blushed and said no more.
Because just now on the Tianzi No. 1 Jade Platform, Sima Polu failed to make a move and was defeated by Xue Bing's sword.