"Compared to the swordsman's sword light, the swordsman's sword light is equally terrifying, but it's a pity..."
Looking at the soaring sword light on the battlefield, Ye Wuque's eyes showed a trace of emotion and pity.
The monks of the Sword Dao lineage are extremely rare in the Northern Territory compared to the monks as a whole. Even if there is one of the super sects, Hidden Sword Tomb Village, they are still rare.
Because compared to other super sects, Hidden Sword Tomb has far fewer disciples. After all, not every monk is obsessed with swords, let alone possessing the talent of the sword.
As for swordsmen, they are even rarer existences than swordsmen, and even decent forces are rare.
But this does not mean that the swordsman is not strong. If he practices to the extreme, the swordsman will never be weaker than the swordsman.
The magical weapons used by many monks are knives and swords, but they only use the abilities contained in the magical weapons. They are only proficient in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, and are not true swordsmen or swordsmen.
The sword is the first of all weapons, and the sword is the kingly way.
The sword is the king of all weapons, and the sword is domineering.
If you can understand the deep meaning of these two sentences, you can first get a glimpse of the path of swordsmanship or swordsmanship.
The light of Zhang Yan's sword on the battle platform looked stunning and wild, and its power penetrated to the sky. He seemed to be a perfect swordsman, even much stronger than the previous flowing light spiritual sword Shen Luoqiu, but this was not the case.
Ye Wuque vaguely felt that Zhang Yan's sword path had gone astray and gone astray. His sword was blindly pursuing the ultimate power, ignoring the most essential thing of the sword path, and only gained its form but not its spirit.
In this way, although you can still win against ordinary strong people, if you meet a real master, you will be stretched thin and completely defeated.
So is Huang Chao a real master?
There is no doubt about this, so Zhang Yan will only be defeated in the end.
Under Ye Wuque's gaze, the terrifying power bursting out from the tornado and sword light on the battlefield slowly subsided, and the extremely intense light of Yuanli and sword light slowly dissipated, revealing two figures among them.
Huang Chao was still standing with his hands behind his back, his clothes were neat and tidy, and he showed no signs of embarrassment, as if the battle just now had never happened. Zhang Yan, on the other hand, was completely opposite to Huang Chao's state.
Although he didn't seem to have any injuries, his face was pale, and the hand holding the knife was trembling. Finally, the knife fell to the ground with a clang, and his breath became extremely weak.
"Although your sword is sharp, for me, it is not powerful enough. Your sword is just your own understanding, not the correct way of swordsmanship."
Huang Chao spoke calmly, but there was no sense of condescending mockery in his tone. Instead, it was as if he was reminding Zhang Yan. However, deep in Huang Chao's eyes, when he talked about the true path of the sword, there was a glint of coldness.
Zhang Yan's body suddenly trembled, as if he thought of something from Huang Chao's words. He immediately picked up his long sword again, bowed slightly to Huang Chao, then jumped off the platform and walked out of the arena.
He actually gave up the opportunity to compete with three war puppets to replace Huang Chao's original ranking, and directly chose to be removed from the list.
"I'll go! Huang Chao's strength is incredible! Zhang Yan is no match for him!"
"Compared to half a year ago, Huang Chao's strength has improved so much. Even the original eightieth place is not enough now!"
"The return of the real king is so exciting!"
"I estimate that Huang Chao's strength is still reserved. He may be able to break into the top 50!"
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In the arena, exclamations erupted one after another. Huang Chao walked all the way, and the combat power and achievements he showed can only be described in four words: unfathomable!
It seems that no one can guess how powerful he is.
call out!
Weng Qingyue jumped off the Blood Throne. Her ranking was one higher than Huang Chao, so she would challenge next.
Weng Qingyue chose No. 83, and finally won the opponent with the help of Silver Moon Heart Restriction and the special protective restraint, and won the No. 83 ranking.
Ye Wuque also made some observations during this battle and found that Weng Qingyue's most powerful trump card, which was the birth restriction represented by the silver moon mark between her forehead, was still not used. Her position should not stop at the third one.
Eighty-three.
boom!
Following Weng Qingyue, the ninety-first Yu Jiaoxue appeared.
The male disciples in the arena cheered wildly again, their faces flushed with excitement as they watched Yu Jiaoxue floating down from the bloody throne!
"Fairy Aoxue! Fairy Aoxue! Fairy Aoxue!"
The shouts that shook the world were like waves. Yu Jiaoxue's popularity was so crazy that all the male disciples felt like they were pumped.
"I challenge the eighty-fourth."
A cold voice resounded, and immediately everyone's eyes turned to the Blood Throne. A figure appeared and jumped down.
This is a man wearing a colorful military robe. He is thin, but his eyes have a lustful look. This man makes people feel very uncomfortable, as if his eyes have hooks.
"Junior Sister Jiaoxue, I have to say, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen!"
"It's so beautiful that I really want to kiss your face... Don't worry, I will show mercy in the next battle, hahahaha!"
Before the person landed on the fighting platform, this person's voice sounded with a hint of heat, but it was very low and did not spread. Only Yu Jiaoxue heard it.
Number eighty-fourth on the list, Snake Demon Yin Feng!
The moment Yu Jiaoxue in the white skirt heard Yinfeng's words, a flash of chill flashed across her beautiful eyes. Immediately, jade-colored flames surged around her body, and her holy aura filled the world!
"Holy breath! Hahahaha! It's so wonderful! Junior sister Jiaoxue, your strength is indeed not bad, but it's a pity that you met me."
"I have a special fighting skill that releases a red mist. As long as you are exposed to it a little bit, you will feel extremely hot inside your body, and then you will pant and lose your mind. Finally, you will take off your coat to dissipate the heat, tsk tsk, like that
The picture is really..."
Yin Feng was frothing as he spoke, and his lustful eyes became more and more intense. He actually wanted to humiliate Yu Jiaoxue in broad daylight. Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, his lustful expressions froze!
boom!
The next moment, an unstoppable terrifying wave burst out. The dark wind seemed to be hit from the front by ten thousand-foot peaks. The whole person flew backwards like a dead dog, blood spurted out, and he suffered indescribable huge damage.
!
"You... you are actually... the source... the source soul realm!"
Yin Feng's whole body was shaking, his veins were exposed, and his colorful military robe was covered with blood. He screamed out the chrysanthemum intermittently, and then passed out completely with great horror and disbelief.