"Are you talking to me?" Siyu pointed to her nose in disbelief.
Ximen Chi was still looking at the ground, and his voice slowly came out, still cold: "You... are no match for me, just admit defeat."
The shouting and cursing gradually started in the stands, and the crowd who were dissatisfied with Ximen Chi were all shouting at Siyu to deal with him.
Siyu smiled interestingly: "What if I don't admit defeat?"
Ximen Chi didn't speak, but still didn't raise his eyes.
Siyu suddenly laughed and said, "I want to make a bet with you, but I don't know if I dare?"
"What to bet on?"
"Bet I can block your sword without using a weapon."
"Wow~~~~" The crowd was excited again. The person who just scolded Ximen Chi was now scolding Siyu in turn, and the scene suddenly became interesting.
Siyu looked at the man in front of him with a smile, but the wooden sword in his hand had been thrown away.
"Xiao Yu, don't be stupid, that guy is very powerful." The eldest grandson in the audience was worried about his brother's comfort and shouted loudly to persuade him.
Ximen Chi lowered his head and said slowly: "Why do you do that?"
Siyu didn't answer but asked: "Can I think you are afraid?"
Ximen Chi said nothing, but slowly raised his face and looked into Siyu's eyes.
Siyu finally saw the pair of moves. Siyu couldn't describe what kind of eyes they were. He had never seen such sharp eyes. It seemed that there were two bright swords hidden in his eyes, just staring at people.
See, it can also hurt people invisibly.
"Okay, if you beat me, I will never use a sword again for the rest of my life."
Siyu put his hands behind his back and made a "please" sign towards Ximen Chi.
The scene gradually became quiet, leaving only the sound of quiet breathing.
Ximen Chi stroked the wooden sword in his hand, and his aura began to rise. Waves of invisible wind came out from Ximen Chi's feet, and the stirring wind lifted Siyu's long black hair.
A green flame lay on the surface of Ximen Chi's body, his whole body was dyed green, and he looked extremely sacred.
"Oh, he has already reached the early stage of leaving the body. Why haven't you heard of this person?" Ximen Chen narrowed his eyes and asked the elders beside him.
Ximen Piaofeng clasped his fists and replied: "Back to my father, this person has always been unknown in the family. He usually practices alone. Every year during the annual inspection, he does not go to test his cultivation. So after a long time, no one goes there anymore.
Care about him."
"Oh, that's right..." Ximen Chen nodded and asked no more questions.
What is the concept of the early stage of out-of-body experience? Many elders in the Ximen family have only reached the late stage of out-of-body experience. However, Ximen Chi, a young man who has not been more than a year old, has already reached this height. The Ximen family has produced such a master.
, which makes many people happy.
Ximen Piaofeng looked at his youngest son nervously. He also felt that Siyu's strength shown yesterday surprised him. But it was hard for him to believe that Siyu could really catch the full blow of an out-of-body master with his bare hands.
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Siyu continued to use his spiritual consciousness to stimulate the Nascent Soul in his body. The fat little man was entrenched in his Zifu, smiling playfully at Siyu.
"Nascent Soul, Nascent Soul, show your spirit quickly, otherwise I will be hanging here today." Siyu's spiritual consciousness circled around Nascent Soul, praying silently in his heart.
As if sensing Siyu's anxious mood, Yuanying playfully blinked his eyelids at Siyu. Siyu was startled, but soon he was happy and dispersed the spiritual consciousness in his body. Siyu came back to his senses and felt confident.
The smile returned to his face.
In front of him, Ximen Chi had raised the wooden sword above his head. The wooden sword was covered with green flames, burning fiercely. But what surprised Siyu was that the wooden sword could withstand such huge energy.
Siyu clearly remembered that when Jianqu and himself were dueling yesterday, Jianqu only emitted a sword light, and the wooden sword turned into pieces. But at this time, the energy gathered in Ximen Chi's sword was clearly greater, but the wooden sword was not at all.
Nothing happened.
Feeling the energy rushing towards her face, the blood in Siyu's body boiled and burned.
"Ha, that feeling finally came back." Siyu looked at his hands, and the vigorous energy in his heart slowly gathered throughout his body.
Ximen Chi roared, the blue light of the wooden sword in his hand was overwhelming, and the sharp sword energy was overwhelming. Holding the wooden sword, Ximen Chi slowly rose into the air, as if he was stepping on floating clouds, like the god of war, standing upright in the air, overlooking Siyu
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The corner of Siyu's mouth on the ground was slightly raised, and he moved. Everyone saw Siyu suddenly speed up, and his figure disappeared quickly. The speed was so fast that everyone was stunned.
Siyu quickly rushed towards Ximen Chi's feet. Just as he was approaching Ximen Chi, Siyu dwarfed and concentrated all his strength on his heels. With a secret roar, Siyu shot into the air quickly like a spring.
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"This... is power, absolute physical power, my God!" The elder exclaimed again. He was the one who questioned Siyu yesterday.
"What does he want to do?"
"Oh my God, I jumped so high..."
Siyu continued to accelerate in the air without any intention of slowing down and falling.
Ximen Chi stood upright in the air, holding the wooden sword in his hand high. In his pupils, Siyu's smiling face slowly widened.
Gritting his teeth, Ximen Chi twisted the muscles on his face, and an angry roar was squeezed in his throat. He held a wooden sword in both hands, and faced Siyu who was coming up to him, and swung the wooden sword in his hand fiercely.
The wooden sword attached to the green flames scraped the whistling air and hit Siyu who was flying towards him.
Siyu's eyes were filled with victory and he shouted: "Okay!"
In the astonished eyes of everyone, Siyu stretched out a hand.
It was a white and tender hand, with slender fingers slightly bent into a "grip" shape, stretching out towards the cyan sword.
"Ah!" Zhangsun clenched his heart and couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw Siyu only extending one hand.
The auditorium was already buzzing with noise, and even Ximen Chen, who was a steady man, couldn't help but stand up and stare at everything in the sky.
Ximen was dancing with his cyan long sword, and the cyan sword energy had already transformed into the sword body, slashing at Siyu with the domineering aura of destroying mountains and lands.
“Bang~~~~”
There was no horrific explosion as imagined; there was no surging energy; one hand and one sword, just a peaceful encounter, without any fireworks or blood splashing.
It started vigorously and ended calmly. The two people in the air seemed to be still, frozen there.
Ximen Chi's sword stopped on Siyu's head, or in other words, Ximen Chi's sword was staying in Siyu's hand at this time.
The green flames on the sword gradually extinguished, but the hand holding the sword slowly glowed with a burst of red light. The red light enveloped the entire hand, making it look extremely strange.
"Chi qua~~" A piece of broken wood fell from the sword. It seemed that there was a prelude to something, and large pieces of wood scattered down one after another. The two still figures in the air also slowly fell to the ground.
Ximen Chi's hair was a little messy, and a trail of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Xiang Siyu, he was just breathing heavily, and the hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.
Victory or defeat is self-evident.
"I lost."
Ximen Chi calmly threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, bowed deeply to Siyu, stepped off the ring, and walked away alone.
Quiet, quiet. Everyone was still immersed in the scene just now and had not woken up. Siyu stared blankly at the hilt of the sword on the ground, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart.
Taking a deep breath, Siyu slowly walked towards the audience, but was stopped by an old voice.
"This little friend, please stay and explain what technique you just used?"
There was an irresistible majesty in his voice. Siyu raised his face and saw an old man with a white beard looking directly at him. At the same time, all the elders stood up and quietly held the sword close to their body with vigilance.
Ximen Chen also stood up uneasily, and the scene became tense again.