Chapter 379: If one sword doesn't work, come with another

A gong sounds.

The second match of the sect competition final officially begins, and the competition parties are Yuan Wushang, a personal disciple from Tianquan Peak, and Zhang Xingyu, an inner disciple from Tianxu Peak.

On the cloud platform.

Yuan Wushang bows to Zhang Xingyu symbolically: "Junior Brother Zhang, your ability to howl like a ghost is really not ordinary!"

Zhang Xingyu also bows symbolically: "Don't dare, don't dare, third in the world!"

"Junior Brother Zhang is not polite?"

"Where, where, can't compare to Senior Brother Yuan's acting cool!"

"Each other, each other! Junior Brother Zhang's lip-service is also not ordinary!"

"Where, where, can't compare to Senior Brother Yuan having two mouths!"

"You!" Yuan Wushang is extremely angry in his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's see the real chapter under our hands!" Yuan Wushang sneers.

"Just waiting for you!" Zhang Xingyu laughs.

Disagreeing, they show their weapons.

With a wave, round chess pieces appear behind Yuan Wushang.

These chess pieces are distributed in an orderly manner, faintly forming a large array that is both offensive and defensive.

"Heavens, Hunyuan Wuji Array! The array Senior Brother Yuan set up with chess pieces is the Hunyuan Wuji Great Array!" Someone exclaims below the cloud platform.

"Hunyuan Wuji Great Array? Is it the one known as the seventh largest array of the Wanfa Immortal Sect?" Someone adds and asks from the side.

"It is this array. Legend has it that to cultivate this array, one must understand the profound meaning of the Hunyuan Wuji Taoist technique. And in the sect's Scripture Pavilion, the sect contribution points required to exchange for this Taoist technique are one million." The person who spoke first explains.

Above the cloud platform.

The good old man True Person Qing Ji turns to True Person Qing Xuan and smiles: "Wushang is really good. He has cultivated the Hunyuan Wuji Great Array at such a young age, his future is truly limitless!"

True Person Qing Xuan shakes his head modestly, but his face is filled with unconcealable pride: "It's just minor success. It's still a long way from great success! Wushang, this child, has some talent in practicing Taoist techniques, and his talent in practicing arrays is even better than Taoist techniques."

True Person Qing Yang is full of sourness: "What's the point of being proud, isn't it just getting a good disciple? Another day I will go down the mountain myself to find a disciple with outstanding aptitude. Hmph!"

True Person Qing Yun is full of bitterness: "Damn, Wushang originally wanted to choose me as his master. It's all because you, old ghost Qing Xuan, cheated."

Sect Leader Qingfeng Zhenjun quickly comes out to round things up: "Alright, alright. No matter whose disciple it is, they are ultimately disciples of our Wanfa Immortal Sect."

True Person Qing Ji nods: "Junior Brother Sect Leader is right. Qing Xuan, Qing Yang, Qing Yun, don't say it anymore, didn't I not compete with you at the beginning, Senior Brother?"

Everyone looks at True Person Qing Ji, and they all smell a thick sour taste from his mouth.

On the cloud platform.

Yuan Wushang did not strike first. As the "Four Elegances" young master famous throughout the sect, he has his own graceful demeanor.

Waiting for Zhang Xingyu to hold the Yellow Dragon in his hand, he nods to Zhang Xingyu and says: "Zhang Xingyu, look carefully, the array behind me is called the Hunyuan Wuji Great Array. This array is round and smooth, with infinite uses. Later, when you enter the array, don't blame me..."

Before Yuan Wushang finishes speaking, he sees a flash of yellow light.

In an instant, he discovers that he has changed places.

This is a space constructed by countless flying swords.

East, west, south, north, front, back, left, right, they are all identical flying swords.

He has seen these flying swords.

The appearance of these flying swords is exactly the same as the sword in Zhang Xingyu's hand just now.

Yuan Wushang judges that he is trapped in a sword array.

Yuan Wushang is not panicked. He has seen all kinds of big storms and waves, and has participated in countless battles. It's just a small sword array. Yuan Wushang believes that he can definitely deal with it easily.

Yuan Wushang urges the chess pieces behind him. The chess pieces are like sharp arrows, whistling and hitting the surrounding flying swords.

"Ding ding dong dong!"

After a burst of metal collision sounds, Yuan Wushang spits out an old blood toward the sky.

Every time the chess pieces and flying swords collide, the spiritual sense he attached to the chess pieces is scattered by a point.

Although the spiritual sense of a Nascent Soul cultivator is much stronger than that of the Golden Core stage, the purity and firmness of the spiritual sense are still far from enough.

By the time Yuan Wushang comes back to his senses, he discovers that the chess pieces he worked so hard to refine to set up the Hunyuan Wuji Great Array have all turned into fragments.

Yuan Wushang feels severe pain in his heart, and another mouthful of old blood sprays out.

Below the cloud platform.

The melon-eating masses watching are all dumbfounded.

Yuan Wushang is gone. Zhang Xingyu swings his sword, and Yuan Wushang disappears out of thin air.

What kind of weird sword technique is this? One sword and the person is gone. It is the blinking sword technique known as the fastest in the world, which is just one sword cutting a person into hundreds of pieces. Even if one sword cuts a person into hundreds of pieces, it always leaves something behind. But now Yuan Wushang was cut by Zhang Xingyu with one sword, and not even bone dregs were left.

Above the cloud platform.

The big shots who are eating melons are all looking at each other.

What the hell?

Seeing a ghost. There is actually a sword technique that can cut through the void.

With the eyesight of the big shots at the Transformation God stage, they naturally see a trace of this sword.

One sword cuts through the void, one sword constructs a sword domain.

Sword domain, legend has it that only a sword immortal who has cultivated to the extreme can comprehend it.

Sword immortals cultivate the sword path, paying attention to one sword breaking ten thousand laws.

Yuan Wushang was clearly sent into his sword domain by Zhang Xingyu with one sword.

The big shots look at Zhang Xingyu, and their eyes all turn to surprise.

The Wanfa Immortal Sect specializes in Taoist techniques, and the sect's Scripture Pavilion collects all kinds of cultivation spells.

But the sword path is exactly the weakest item of the Wanfa Immortal Sect.

Therefore, for tens of thousands of years, the Wanfa Immortal Sect has never lacked mages, but has never produced a sword immortal.

Good heavens, our Wanfa Immortal Sect has produced a sword immortal?

On the cloud platform.

Zhang Xingyu stands leisurely with his hands behind his back.

The breeze blows his clothes, making him look like an immortal descending to the mortal world.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frosty blade has not been tested. Today I show it to you, who has injustice."

Reciting Jia Dao's "Swordsman" loudly, Zhang Xingyu seems to be walking in the rivers and lakes of swords and lights.

In the sword domain.

Yuan Wushang, who is crying bitterly, hears a familiar voice.

"Cold river shadows, old friends in the rivers and lakes, why do we need to have met before. Yuan Wushang, if you kneel and admit defeat, I will let you out."

"Fart!"

Yuan Wushang is furious.

Being inferior in skill and defeated by others is not shameful.

However, wanting him, Yuan Wushang, to kneel and admit defeat is absolutely impossible.

Yuan Wushang grits his teeth and flips his hand to take out a golden bullet the size of an egg.

Golden Core Thunder.

Using the Golden Core of a Golden Core cultivator as the body, it stores massive amounts of heavenly thunder in the world.

Once the thunder explodes, the void shatters and all things turn to ash.

Because making this thing requires using a cultivator's Golden Core, this thing is also strictly prohibited by the Immortal Alliance of the Xuantian Continent.

Yuan Wushang obtained a cultivator's Golden Core by chance, and refined this thunder with alchemy secret techniques.

He did not show this thunder to anyone after refining it, and even his most trusted master did not mention it.

He used this thunder as his last means to break the enemy. He would not use it unless it was a last resort.

"Go to hell!"

A look of determination flashes in Yuan Wushang's eyes.

He throws the Golden Core Thunder in his hand with all his might, and then retreats in the opposite direction at full speed.

"Boom!"

A loud noise.

The void shatters, thunder light shoots, and a mushroom cloud ten zhang in size rises into the sky.

The big shots of the peak masters who are watching the battle above the cloud platform retreat one after another.

The melon-eating masses under the cloud platform are like being struck by thunder, spitting blood one after another.

The smoke and dust dissipate.

Everyone looks closely and sees a guy with disheveled hair, full of smoke and dust, and a holey outfit appearing from the void.

Yuan Wushang?

That's right, this person is Yuan Wushang. A ferocious look hangs on his face, and he keeps muttering to himself: "Blow you to death! I'll blow you to death!"

Opposite him, Zhang Xingyu opens his mouth and spits out a mouthful of blood.

He is injured, and quite seriously. Suffering from the bombardment of the Golden Core Thunder, the flying sword Yellow Dragon was seriously injured, and its master was also not lightly injured.

Seeing this, Yuan Wushang points at Zhang Xingyu and laughs: "Zhang Xingyu, you think you can trap me, Yuan Wushang, with just one broken sword of yours? I tell you, you are dreaming."

Zhang Xingyu ignores him. At this moment, he is checking the degree of injury of the flying sword Yellow Dragon. Due to the hardness of the material, the sword body of Yellow Dragon did not suffer much damage. It's just that inside the sword body, a restriction that was about to take shape was shaken away.

In other words, the flying sword Yellow Dragon, which was about to advance to a spirit treasure, has once again become a high-level flying sword. If it wants to advance again in the future, it depends on Zhang Xingyu's luck and Yellow Dragon's creation.

Zhang Xingyu wants to cry but has no tears.

This battle is a big loss. Without decades of warming, this Yellow Dragon sword will probably be difficult to recover.

He carefully puts Yellow Dragon into his acupoint to warm it.

Opposite him.

Yuan Wushang reaches out and takes out a golden inkstone and a bright green brush from his storage ring.

Zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, Yuan Wushang is proficient in everything. Not only proficient, but also combined with the magic techniques he practices, he combines them into four secret techniques of attack.

Now, he is going to use one of his ultimate moves, "Spirit Talisman Turns into Dragon."

Just see him bite his tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence blood. The blood enters the inkstone and turns into clusters of rolling cinnabar.

Yuan Wushang writes like flying. In a moment, streaks of talisman scripts shoot out, forming a spirit talisman dragon one zhang in size around him.

This spirit talisman dragon claws and dances, roaring at Zhang Xingyu endlessly.

"Zhang Xingyu, this time, let's see what you use to resist." Yuan Wushang sneers.

Zhang Xingyu shakes his head gently: "To deal with you, just one sword is enough. If one sword can't deal with it, then come with another."

Between the conversations, Zhang Xingyu summons the flying sword Fire Dragon.

"Hahaha, hahaha, just rely on you. It was you who took advantage of my unpreparedness just now, now I have formed the Spirit Talisman Dragon, let's see what you can do to me?"

Yuan Wushang is urging his magic power with all his might.

A moment later, talisman scripts fly around his body. The Spirit Talisman Dragon actually breaks without fighting.

How could this be?

Yuan Wushang spits out a mouthful of old blood. Then his eyes go black and he falls to the ground gorgeously.

"How could this be?"

His voice echoes around the cloud platform for a long time, and echoes in the hearts of the melon-eating masses for a long time. ===== CHAPTER 380 =====

How could it be like this?

Yuan Wushang opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of old blood. Then, his vision went black, and he fell to the ground in a spectacular fashion.

"How could it be like this?"

His voice echoed around the cloud platform for a long time, and lingered in the hearts of the onlookers for a long time.