Chapter 147 The Style of a Sword Cultivator (15)

Although he had never practiced swordsmanship, Master Hua Xi felt that swordsmanship should not be like this.

But seeing Gong Yangyu's current state, Hua Xi was a little unsure.

While she was thinking, another disciple came on stage, and then waved his sword lightly, and the opponent involuntarily half-knelt down, as if to salute the eight-year-old female disciple.

The opponent was so angry that his face turned red, the muscles on his face were twisted together, and all the magic power in his body evaporated into mist. He wanted to resist this pressure, but he still couldn't stand up.

The Zhengyi disciple just looked at his opponent silently. After confirming that the opponent couldn't stand up, he saluted and turned away, returned to his fellow disciples, and continued to shake and daze.

When the third disciple was about to go on stage, Wanyan Lie raised his hand to indicate that it was okay.

The third sword cultivator from the Demon Sect was still unwilling and wanted to step forward with his sword, but Wanyan Lie stopped him and shouted, "Don't go up. Your sword heart is not stable to begin with. Do you want to break it now?"

"Master, retreat without fighting, is this the quality that our sword cultivators should have!"

"You have a point."

Wanyan Lie nodded, then lightly tapped the disciple's head, and the opponent fell to the ground in a daze. ,

Instead of letting the disciple's sword heart break, it is better to take action yourself and give the opponent a reason to retreat.

Letting others take his disciples away, Wanyan Lie looked at Gong Yangyu and said, "We admit defeat on our side, but the important thing is the competition between masters. Gong Yangyu, do you dare to fight me!"

"Okay."

Gong Yangyu walked up to the ring and stood in front of Wanyan Lie.

Looking at Gong Yangyu who seemed to be about to fall at any time, Wanyan Lie's face gradually became solemn.

The opponent's sword intent looked as ethereal as mist, and as vast as mountains. The powerful sword intent constantly transforms between reality and illusion, which makes Wanyan Lie feel like he is looking up to a mountain.

Looking at the other party's blurred eyes, Wanyan Lie couldn't help but say: "You are still enlightened! Gong Yangyu, you are really powerful! Where is your sword?"

Spreading out his hands, Gong Yangyu asked in confusion: "It's right here, can't you see it?"

Looking at Gong Yangyu's empty hands, Wanyan Lie's eyes became more solemn.

Although others may not be able to see it, Wanyan Lie can see a wisp of sword energy lingering in Gong Yangyu's hands, which is also constantly transforming between reality and illusion.

Everything can be a sword, which is the magical power of each sword art after the second transformation.

At this level, the influence of ordinary flying swords on the strength of sword cultivators is not great. What is important is the perception of sword heart and sword energy, as well as the application of sword moves.

Looking at the sword energy greedily, Wanyan Lie collected his thoughts and said with a smile: "Gong Yangyu, I thought you were already talented enough, but I never thought you would still surprise me. Seeing that your sword energy has been tempered, you must have experienced countless life-and-death battles to reach such a realm."

"Yes, playing the game for a month, and starting over again when you die, is no different from a life-and-death battle."

Hearing that Gong Yangyu had actually played the game for a month, Wanyan Lie's mouth twitched, and then he said fiercely: "Are you insulting me?"

"No, I have been playing "Swords of the Way", which is fun. I was still playing it before coming here, and the monsters in it were particularly exciting to fight."

Wanyan Lie looked at Gong Yangyu coldly, feeling that all his previous touches had vanished.

Drawing out his flying sword, the black Dao Jue began to entangle his flying sword, and the strange buzzing sound resounded in all directions, making the arena seem to have turned into a ghost den.

Then, the black mist began to spread, and a large number of demons and phantoms appeared and disappeared in the mist, making the arena seem to turn into a ghost cave, releasing a terrifying breath.

The sword light began to dance in it, and the ubiquitous sword energy rushed towards Gong Yangyu, but was dodged by the opponent by a hair's breadth.

Dao Jue and Wan Yan Lie's own golden elixir Dao Yun combined with each other and continued to spread. Looking at the strange Dao Yun that was slowly approaching, the faces of the magic sect immortals changed drastically, and they immediately deployed formations to resist this strange Dao Yun.

Hua Xi, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but take a step back, and the leather drum was immediately called into her hands and she beat it rhythmically.

Accompanied by the fine drum beats, the space on the righteous side was constantly overlapped and expanded, and the space of twenty feet in front of them was expanded to twenty miles to resist the invasion of Dao Yun.

After releasing the magic power and isolating the Dao Yun, Immortal Hua Xi breathed a sigh of relief, and then he had the spare energy to look at the venue, and found that Gong Yangyu on the field was still in a state of distraction.

In front of the overwhelming Dao Yun, Gong Yangyu was as small as a lonely boat.

But for some reason, looking at the other party, Hua Xi felt that the other party could not lose.

Although the temperament was completely different, at this moment, Hua Xi saw the nameless swordsman in "The Way of Sword" in Gong Yangyu. Their figures overlapped at this moment, making her rub her eyes.

But then, Hua Xi saw Gong Yangyu draw his sword.

Thirty days of playing games desperately made Gong Yangyu remember every detail in the game with his body, and he almost merged with the protagonist of the game.

Facing Wanyan Lie's Dao Yun, Gong Yangyu, who was still in a trance, felt as if he had returned to the game and saw the ubiquitous evil demons in the game.

Although the Dao Jue obtained by Wanyan Lie was not the same as the Dao Jue in the game, the demons in the Dao Jue had their own commonalities. At this time, Gong Yangyu keenly discovered the commonality here, and then slashed out a sword like thunder and lightning.

Sword energy permeated, sword light boiled, the dazzling sword light made Wanyan Lie's Dao Jue boil, and his proud Dao Jue sword technique had a flaw.

This flaw only lasted for a moment, but when Wanyan Lie realized that he had a flaw, he knew that he had lost.

Sure enough, the terrifying sword light attacked again, and the tiny flaw continued to expand under this sword until his sword power was shattered.

The Dao Jue that just covered the sky and the sun suddenly dissipated, and the black mist disappeared without a trace at this moment.

The invisible third sword was across Wanyan Lie's shoulder, ready to cut off the opponent's head at any time.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Wanyan Lie ignored the burning sensation on his neck, stared at Gong Yangyu's hand, and couldn't help saying: "This is not Zhengyi Sword Technique! What kind of sword technique is this? Why is it so restraining to my Daojue Sword Technique?"

"Why not? The name of my sword technique in the game is Zhengyi Sword Technique."

"Don't mention the game at this time! It's impossible to play this kind of strength in the game!"

"Why is it impossible? "Sword Dao" is very fun. If you want to play, I will take you to the entrance. I will soon pass the level."

Hearing this, Wanyan Lie felt that his sword heart was broken to the ground.

Releasing his hand, he let his flying sword fall to the ground and said bitterly: "I lost."

"Just admit defeat, grit your teeth."

"What do you mean?" Wanyan Lie asked puzzledly.

"I mean to beat you."

A punch came up, and Wanyan Lie was hit hard on the ground, with a fishy sweetness in his mouth.

Pressing Wanyan Lie to the ground, Gong Yangyu waved his fist and said expressionlessly: "You are bullying my disciples, right?"

"You are quite powerful!"

"You are really brave!"

"You are causing trouble in my Zhengyi School, who are you!"

"Speak up, who are you!"

"You are silent, right? Niuben, speak up!"

"You are playing dead, right?"

The ring became very quiet, and only the sound of fists hitting flesh and Wanyan Lie's increasingly faint shouts could be heard.

Hua Xi watched this scene in silence, and then confirmed that the sword cultivator was really not like this.