Chapter Fifty-six: Battle of the Immortals in the Ring
Qian Ruhai slowly pulled out the long knife. The sharp blade pierced people's eyes under the sunlight, making them unable to open their eyes. He held the handle of the knife tightly and circulated his energy. Suddenly, the blade trembled slightly, and a loud knife sound resounded throughout the whole place.
field.
The knife Qian Ruhai was holding, his temperament suddenly changed, his face was cold, his eyes were sharp, and his whole body exuded a terrifying knife intent.
He is not as arrogant now as before, giving people the feeling of looking down at the world with a knife in his hand.
There was a lot of discussion in the audience, everyone felt that Qian Ruhai could definitely fight with Su Yunfei for a long time.
I saw him channeling his energy and slashing hard at Su Yunfei, and a ten-foot-long green sword light quickly slashed at him.
Then, just a foot away from Su Yunfei, the sword light disappeared without a trace, and then Qian Ruhai flew backwards, vomiting blood, and his eyes were filled with incredulity.
Although everyone in the audience was mentally prepared for the outcome of the last duel, they were still shocked and stunned. They were puzzled. The strength displayed by Qian Ruhai was definitely that of the Half-Step Master Mirror, but they were still stunned.
Without seeing how Su Yunfei took action, he flew out upside down.
The scene was deathly silent, and everyone was immersed in disbelief. Only when the third challenger came on stage and was knocked away by Su Yunfei did everyone come back to their senses.
Then came the fourth and fifth place, until an hour later, all ninety challengers flew out in the same direction without any surprise.
The spectators at the scene were numb. There were no cheers or cheers. Many people who had traveled thousands of miles to watch the match were extremely dissatisfied. They wanted to watch a wonderful and evenly matched duel, but in the end they didn't see what happened to Su Yunfei.
As soon as he took action, his opponent flew directly backwards.
It was not enjoyable to watch at all, and some people wanted to leave the show directly, but considering that they had already paid so much admission fee, they had to bite the bullet and continue watching. Anyway, there were only ten left, and it only took two-quarters of an hour.
After the home elder said again: "Please invite the next challenger!"
A man in flowing green clothes, with a gentle and elegant temperament, like an immortal, slowly walked onto the ring.
Everyone in the audience had disappointment on their faces, looking at this frail man. Many people said with absolute certainty: "Another person who was knocked away after making a move, might as well be the last one.
I even thought he would be beaten to death directly."
The man in Tsing Yi looked at Su Yunfei with a warm smile, giving people a feeling of spring breeze. He smiled and said, "Brother Su, long time no see!"
Su Yunfei looked at the man in green and was very surprised. He clasped his fists and responded with a smile: "Brother Banished Immortal, didn't you travel all over the world with your brother-in-law? Why do you have the leisure to come to Shushan to compete in the arena?"
This man in green is none other than Yu Wenyue, who is known as the banished immortal from Bailu Academy.
Suddenly someone in the audience shouted: "Do I know who he is?"
"Who is it? Tell me quickly!" someone said dissatisfiedly
"He is the direct disciple of the dean of White Deer Academy, Yu Wenyue, known as the Immortal! He is a genius and powerful!" the man shouted excitedly.
"Oh! I've also heard of his famous name. When I saw him today, he was indeed well-deserved. He was like a banished immortal." Someone echoed.
The many spectators who were originally listless now suddenly became interested and were looking forward to this showdown.
Due to the failure of many challengers one after another, many people slowly hope that someone can defeat Su Yunfei.
I don't know who shouted: "Defeat him!"
Then most of the people in the audience started shouting: "Defeat him!"
Even some of the disciples at the Shushan Sword Tomb hope that Su Yunfei will lose the battle, otherwise the successive victories will make him a little arrogant.
Only Yue Yao looked at everyone watching the battle angrily, her cheeks bulging with anger.
Seeing so many people applauding and cheering for Banished Immortal, Su Yunfei was not annoyed at all. Instead, he was very excited and looking forward to the showdown with Banished Immortal. This was the opponent he wanted.
Banished Immortal Yu Wenyue smiled and replied: "Brother-in-law met a beautiful woman during his journey, and is now accompanying her to enjoy the mountains and rivers. I heard that you were going to set up a ring to challenge the heroes, so I came over to join in the fun."
Then his expression suddenly became serious and he said in a deep voice: "Yu Wenyue of White Deer Academy, please give me some advice from Brother Su!"
Su Yunfei also responded solemnly: "Brother Yuwen, please take action!"
Yu Wenyue stretched out his right hand, and a writing brush about a foot long appeared out of thin air. He wrote the word "Gong" in the air, and then the font suddenly became larger, more than three feet long, shining brightly. Then, he said softly
One word: "Go!"
The three-foot-long word "Gong" blasted towards Su Yunfei with a flickering golden light. The awe-inspiring righteousness contained in the big word permeated the entire arena, causing the light curtain around the arena to ripple.
However, when the golden characters reached a foot away from Su Yunfei, they exploded into pieces. The spectators in the audience, who were ready to cheer, stopped as soon as the words reached their mouths.
Yu Wenyue did not show any surprise, his expression was calm, and then his next sentence was the same shining golden light, which contained huge awe-inspiring righteousness. After he finished shouting the word "Go", he continued: "Recover as before!"
Su Yunfei suddenly felt something bad. He felt that his speed had dropped a lot compared to before. When he saw a line of golden characters coming, he drew his sword and slashed. The golden light dimmed a lot. He slashed again and the golden characters exploded.
The steam engine fluctuations caused by the explosion made the entire arena tremble. Although Confucian magic and Haoran's righteousness did not have the killing intent, their power was still unparalleled.
The audience in the audience was excited, not because the battle between the two was so exciting, but because Su Yunfei could finally be seen taking action with the naked eye.
Because of the power of Confucianism, Su Yunfei's speed was forcibly reduced to what it was before practicing in the gravity field, thirty swords in one breath.
Su Yunfei looked stern, but secretly breathed a sigh of relief: A series of victories really made him feel a little elated. When he encountered an opponent who could really stop his speed, his advantage would actually be reduced a lot.
Now his fighting spirit was high and he began to take the initiative to attack.
Su Yunfei was seen holding the sword tightly and slashing forward with all his strength. A ten-foot-long bloody sword light, carrying an indestructible sharp sword energy, slashed towards Yuwen Yue.
Yu Wenyue responded calmly. He directly drew a shadow of the book with a brush. Then the shadow of the book quickly grew to more than one foot high, and the shadow gradually solidified. It turned out to be the work of a great Confucian scholar.
Shuying successfully blocked Su Yunfei's fierce and sharp sword.
Then the brush in Yu Wenyue's hand suddenly grew to more than three feet long and two inches thick. He was holding the huge brush, and a strong and righteous energy poured into the brush automatically. Then he waved the brush, and an ink-colored gas was like a sword.
Normally, slash towards Su Yunfei.
Su Yunfei immediately swung his sword to deal with it, and the bloody sword light and the ink-colored Qi light collided violently like sparks hitting the earth.
The deafening sound made everyone's eardrums hurt.
The two were constantly fighting each other, from long-range attacks to close combat. The speed of both sides was so fast that it was almost impossible to catch it with the naked eye. The arena was shining with colorful sword light and ink-colored Qi light, and the explosions of sword light and Qi light could be heard endlessly. The scene was very tense.
It's intense.
The audience in the audience all watched attentively, not daring to blink for fear of missing any details, and secretly screamed in joy, this is what they wanted to see.
After the two sides fought for more than two hundred moves, each retreated more than three feet. Both of them suffered some injuries, and there was a trace of blood on the corners of their mouths.
Although he was injured, Yu Wenyue still had an extraordinary temperament, just like a banished immortal, while Su Yunfei also looked calm.
Suddenly, Yu Wenyue quickly wrote a Confucian sage article with a brush, which was eloquent and full of a thousand words. Then with a wave of his hand, a thousand words were blasted towards Su Yunfei from all directions.
Su Yunfei's complexion changed, and he inspired a powerful sword intention, and then the sword intention transformed into a dozen of himself, slashing at the words in all directions. Suddenly, the words exploded three feet away from Su Yunfei, and the terrifying and huge steam engines rushed toward him crazily.
Although he protected himself with a powerful sword, Su Yunfei was still knocked back more than ten feet by the steam engine. He quickly swallowed the blood spurting out and looked at Yu Wenyue coldly.
Yu Wenyue is not feeling well now, and her aura of righteousness has weakened a lot.
Su Yunfei actually didn't want to fight against Confucian or Taoist monks. It wasn't that he couldn't beat them, but that their spells were varied, fancy, and difficult to defend against. They were not as straightforward and pure as sword cultivators or sword cultivators.
He steadied his body, gripped the Red Sky Sword tightly, mobilized all his energy, and struck Yu Wenyue with a Sky-Splitting Slash.
The sword light was as dazzling as the scorching sun, wrapped in the killing and sharp sword energy, and rushed towards Yuwen Yue like a comet.
Yu Wenyue's expression changed, and the brush once again grew to three feet long. Then he pushed the penholder with his palm to meet the exploding sword light struck by Su Yunfei.
The sword light and the pen tip collided together, like the tip of a needle against the wheat light. They were at a stalemate at first. Slowly, the brush began to break from the tip to the bottom. Finally, the brush completely shattered. Yu Wenyue was also chopped back more than ten feet.
A stream of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes began to look as cold as Su Yunfei's. After more than an hour of duel, the two of them had already developed a real fire.
Su Yunfei didn't like to duel with Confucian monks, but Yu Wenyue never liked to duel with sword cultivators. Sword cultivators can defeat all kinds of magic with one sword and specialize in all kinds of fancy spells, which gave the Confucian monks a lot of headaches.
After a brief silence, Yu Wenyue suddenly took out a bamboo slip from his arms, recited the mantra silently, and then threw it towards Su Yunfei. The bamboo slip quickly grew in size, and finally ballooned to five feet long, wrapping Su Yunfei in the bamboo slip.
Everyone was shocked, and Yue Yao was so frightened that she almost shouted.
Su Yunfei, who was rolled into the bamboo slips, saw the bamboo slips that were constantly rotating, with countless golden characters on them, flickering on and off.
Suddenly, the words in the bamboo slips glowed brightly, and then flew away from the bamboo slips one by one, rushing towards Su Yunfei with unparalleled energy.
Su Yunfei cursed in his heart, there must be more than ten or two hundred thousand words in it, he had no choice but to slash at these words with his sword.
But the good news is that the speed suppression exerted by Yuwen Yue on him gradually weakened. After a while, his speed returned to the previous level. Hundreds of words exploded with one slash, but he was also uncomfortable because these golden words were densely packed from all directions.
Attacking him, even if the sword intention protects the body, under the constant attack of words, the sword intention in some places will explode.
Two quarters of an hour later, the bamboo slips exploded, and Yu Wenyue immediately vomited blood. Su Yunfei also flew backwards. Before falling to the ground, he slashed out with another sword, and Yu Wenyue fell to the ground.
Both sides suffer!
The scene was completely quiet, you could hear a needle drop, and you could even hear your own heartbeat. Everyone was nervously looking at the two people lying on the stage, and Yue Yao was even more anxious and restless.
Almost a quarter of an hour later, the two stood up at the same time, but they were both unable to kill each other anymore.
After a moment, Yu Wenyue clasped his fists and smiled, still as if he were fresh in spring breeze. He said to Su Yunfei: "Brother Yunfei, your swordsmanship is really amazing. Although we were tied, I broke into the Master's Mirror a few days ago, so
I lost this duel."
Su Yunfei was not complacent. He said respectfully: "Yu Wenyue is powerful and has profound skills. He is worthy of being called an immortal. I admire you!"
The whole audience remembered the thunderous sounds and cheers, not for any one person, but for this wonderful duel. This is what they want to see.
Countless people lamented that after paying so much entry fee, it was worth it. Being able to watch the duel between two young talents is something that a lot of money cannot buy.
Banished Immortal Yu Wenyue clasped her fists in front of the cheering audience, declined Su Yunfei's offer to stay in Shushan for a while, and then Yufeng flew away, her figure as elegant as the banished immortal.
The banished immortal is gone, but the arena will continue.
Because the presiding elder was too excited when watching the battle, he coughed many times after taking the stage.
Then he continued to say in a powerful voice: "Next one please!"
After a while, someone shouted: "Xuanwu Zong Song Yi gave up the challenge."
"Wu Shuang of Tianyi Sect gives up the challenge!"
"Yu Yan sent Zhao Wu to give up the challenge!"
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The remaining nine heroes from each faction gave up the challenge. Firstly, they did not want to take advantage of Su Yunfei's injury. Secondly, they were not much stronger than the previous ones. Although Su Yunfei was injured, they were not something they could deal with.
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Su Yunfei stood in the center of the ring, with a tall and straight posture, sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, and a heroic figure. He cupped his fists and thanked everyone. Then he flew back to Wangqing Peak with Yueyao's sword.
The presiding elder shouted: "This Shushan Sword Tomb Arena Competition is over!"