"You son, take advantage of my sword." The angry voice of Ximen's eldest grandson came from the top of the mountain.
Siyu's eyes turned red when he heard the familiar voice. His elder brother's voice was less frivolous and more mature. Although the roar at the moment was a bit angry, it was still full of energy. He couldn't help but miss his relatives, Siyu
As soon as his footsteps slipped, the person turned into a sharp arrow and shot towards the top of the mountain. Ba Shi and the other three people looked at Siyu in surprise and quickened their pace to follow.
After stepping on the last step, the nearly vertical mountain road suddenly broke off, and what came into view was a huge square. The competition venue was in the center of the square. On a bluestone platform that had obviously been blessed with formations, two figures were tumbling up and down.
The young man wielding the sword was his eldest brother Ximen's eldest grandson.
During the game, Ximen Changsun seemed to feel that an extremely sharp eye was looking at him. A strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. He fended off his opponent with a sword. Ximen Changsun followed that look and looked over. Soon, he
At the entrance of the mountain road, I saw a handsome young master in colorful clothes. The young master strangely covered his face with a colorful scarf, but the man's eyes were... familiar. Ximen Changsun's mind was buzzing.
Wow, that look is so familiar.
For a moment, he was distracted and allowed Ximen Zhangsun's opponent to take the opportunity to make a move. Ximen Zhangsun backed away in pain. He had to put aside his thoughts, picked up the sword in his hand again, and scolded his opponent: "Your grandma is a bear, dare to make a sneak attack."
Lao Tzu, look at my Ximen swordsmanship - Long Qian Cang Qiong."
A sword cry arose from Ximen Changsun's hand, and the sword shook out nine sword flowers in the air. The rich blue sword energy came out, and the surging sword energy formed an aura, locking the opponent's Qi machine firmly. Ximen Changsun this
This time he also became ruthless, and the "Starlight Jue" in his body was running crazily. The cyan energy was continuously transformed into sword energy and sent into the sword in his hand. The sword energy that came out of the sword became stronger and stronger, and the cyan light was reflected on the opponent.
There was a funny look on his face.
Siyu looked on and was shocked. He didn’t expect that his elder brother had improved a lot this year. After exploring with his spiritual sense, Siyu discovered that his elder brother, Ximen Changsun, actually had the strength of the late Nascent Soul stage. He remembered that the last time Siyu returned
In the family, the eldest brother's cultivation level was only at the late stage of Jindan. Unexpectedly, in just over a year, the eldest brother actually jumped a level. Such a speed of cultivation is astonishing.
"Such a strong sword energy!" Ba Shi, who was lagging behind, also caught up and stood side by side with Siyu. Ba Shi's eyes were fixed on Ximen's eldest grandson, with fighting spirit gradually rising in his eyes.
Siyu greeted the Jin brothers with a smile, and pulled Ba Shi and the others to the auditorium aside. Because this was venue No. 1, there were still many people coming to cheer. When Siyu and the others arrived, the audience was already sitting
There were about a hundred or ten people.
The aura of Ximen Changsun on the field has surpassed that of his opponent, and the long sword in his hand is covered with green light. However, it seems that this has reached the critical point of Ximen Changsun. The sword energy in his hand can no longer be condensed deeply, and Ximen Changsun is seen struggling.
Slowly raising the sword above his head, the blade pointed directly at his opponent.
And his opponent was obviously a veteran on the battlefield. Facing Ximen Changsun's sharp edge, the opponent did not dare to be careless at all. Suffering from the fact that his energy was locked by Ximen Changsun, the opponent could only use his own special skills. The indigo halo came from the opponent's sleeves.
He flew out and saw him reaching out to take it, and a blue long Xiao suddenly appeared in his hand.
Pressing his fingers on the air hole, a magical tune of yin and yang suddenly danced on his fingertips. A blue light emitted from the long Xiao in his opponent's hand, and the blown notes turned into thin tentacles, slowly reaching towards the eldest grandson of Ximen.
At this moment, Ximen Changsun's attention was completely focused on the long sword in his hand, and he did not notice the opponent's condition at all. Only when Youlan's tentacles tightly tied Ximen Changsun, did Ximen Changsun feel something strange.
Ximen Zhangsun frowned slightly when he heard the Xiao music played by his opponent. The music could not be said to be pleasant, but it had a soul-eating magic power, as if a tentacle was pulling at his soul. Moreover, those blue tentacles had an erosive effect.
Ability, no matter how much you use your true energy to resist, you can't weaken the invasion of yourself by the tentacle arm.
Gradually, the magic power of the song began to take effect. Ximen Zhangsun felt that his head was getting heavier and heavier, and the long sword in his hand was as heavy as a stone. No matter how hard he tried, he could not lift it up. Even Zhangsun had begun to appear.
Hallucinations, there was always a voice in his mind hypnotizing him, encouraging him to put down the sword in his hand.
The situation on the field became tense, but in the eyes of the people around him, it looked different... Ximen Changsun raised his sword slower and slower, seeming to freeze there as if falling asleep, while his opponent was warming up
Playing the flute for him... Even Ba Shi, who was beside Siyu, could feel the ambiguity and tenderness in the scene.
However, not many people noticed that at this moment, Ximen Zhangsun's complexion was slowly changing from pig liver color to purple. The sound of his opponent's flute was corroding his brain, and Ximen Zhangsun's body gradually became uncontrollable. The first thing affected was his meridians.
The backlash of the inner Qi, if Ximen Zhangsun hadn't worked hard to suppress the flow of Qi in his body with his spiritual consciousness, I am afraid that at this moment, his Qi would have gone crazy and gone crazy.
In the audience, Siyu, like everyone else, was watching the situation on the field with a relaxed expression, but his heart was turbulent. His powerful spiritual consciousness had already sensed the danger on the field at this moment. He understood that at this moment,
At this moment, the two sides on the court are competing for their willpower. Whoever can persist to the end will win.
However, Siyu also knew that if Ximen Zhangsun could not hold on, he would be greeted by a backlash of true energy in his body, and at the very least he would end up going crazy. Compared to the other party, at most he would end up with exhaustion of true energy.
As a result, Ximen Changsun was already at a disadvantage.
Originally, in such a competition, Siyu should not help one party, but when his brother's life was in danger, Siyu could never sit idly by and do nothing, so Siyu decided... to take action.
With his mind concentrated, Siyu used the power of law again, gathering the spiritual consciousness scattered outside the body into a sharp sword, and smashed it hard at the opponent's forehead. Spiritual consciousness is an invisible body, and attacking with spiritual consciousness has always been praised as the most powerful sword.
A mysterious attack method, because the target of attack by spiritual consciousness is not the body, but the soul. The soul is the most vulnerable part of human beings. If the soul is hit, it will become an idiot at best, or the soul will fly into annihilation at worst.
If anyone saw Siyu's eyes at this moment, they would be surprised, because at this moment Siyu's eyes have been covered with a colorful halo.
On the field, Ximen Zhangsun was struggling to resist the opponent's magic sound, but the effect was gradually weakening. The devouring of the magic sound was getting stronger and stronger. Ximen Zhangsun already felt that he was unable to do what he wanted. Suddenly, right here, the flute resounded throughout the audience.
The sound suddenly cut off, and the big hand stuck on his soul disappeared immediately. Ximen Changsun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the suffocation in his chest was emptied. The sudden change made him feel happy, because he discovered the magic sound.
I don't know when it has disappeared, but the true energy in the body is running according to its original route again.
Surprised, Ximen Changsun quickly raised the sword above his head and looked up at his opponent. He saw that his hand that was holding the roar had been lowered, and his eyes were looking blankly into the distance, with a pale face. Ximen Changsun Ke
Regardless of his expression, he cursed angrily: "You red guy, you dare to sneak attack me with Po Xiao, you will take my sword!"
The long sword in his hand, which had been blessed for a long time, rushed straight at the opponent with the whistling cyan sword energy. The opponent seemed to have forgotten to dodge, and was struck hard by the sword energy. Purple-black blood flowed from his chest.
The wound spilled out, and then he fell heavily off the stage, his two big eyes protruded, and he was already dead.
After defeating his opponent, Ximen Changsun staggered forward two steps, shouted to the sky, and then his legs weakened and he fell on the stage.
The outcome was obvious. Ximen Changsun was exhausted, but his opponent was dead. This challenge ended with Ximen Changsun's victory.
Soon, the medical staff on the stage came up with a stretcher. They skillfully loaded Ximen's eldest grandson onto the stretcher and took him down the mountain. On the first day of the preliminary competition, one person only had to compete once. Ximen's eldest grandson only had to compete once.
After completing the competition, there was naturally no need to stay here. When he reached the mountain pass, Siyu felt Ximen Changsun's eyes on him as he was lying on the stretcher.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Siyu rubbed his forehead and couldn't help but sigh that he was lucky to have caught up with his elder brother's competition. Although the competition just now was very suspected of cheating, Siyu was satisfied that he could help his elder brother once. After all...
…That’s his own brother.
"Okay, we have already watched a wonderful game, shall we also..." Siyu wanted to go to the next game and watch it again, but mid-sentence, he was beaten by a person who walked onto the ring at this time.
After seeing another familiar face, Siyu swallowed the words that came to his lips, put on his smile again, and read on.