Chapter 1014 Above Me
The sword competition system of Xuanzi Bureau also has many forms.
But I don’t know if it’s because of Mo Hua’s luck or not, so far, the competition system he participated in is in addition to the beheading competition and the melee competition.
He has never played other game systems, such as offense and defense, demon hunting, **** escorts, etc.
This game of sword competition with Xiaoyao Sect is just a basic melee game.
Only by "killing" all the opponent''s disciples can you win.
Of course, no one among the monks watching the game cares about the "competition system". They only care about one thing: Who is it that can kill the ink painting?
Who can make this despicable and shameless ink painting die last time in the sword contest?
Who is it that can use the "blood" of ink painting to wash away the shame of learning from a group of geniuses!
Just kill the ink painting once.
They don’t care about winning or losing.
Or, as long as you can kill ink paintings, it is the "winner" in everyone''s hearts.
This simple and strong desire permeated the hearts of the monks in Ludao Mountain.
The atmosphere of watching the battle was like a stove, making people''s blood boil.
The one who was most highly anticipated for this sword contest was Feng Zichen, the genius of Xiaoyao Sect, who was handsome and elegant, dressed in white clothes, and his sword energy was as strong as the wind.
Not only the elders of the Feng family expect so much.
Most monks watching the battle are so looking forward to it.
Looking forward to Feng Zichen and killing the ink painting with one sword.
Soon, the sword contest began.
After a simple investigation and marching, the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect and Taixu Sect met each other and instantly caught fire like wind and thunder, and the sword light shook the sky and strangled together.
There are no fancy tactics, only pure fighting.
And ink painting naturally bears the greatest firepower.
Until now, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there are two people in the Taixu Sect who cannot let go.
One is Linghu Xiao.
If Linghu laughs, he will be killed by Chongxu Jiejian’s true energy and will definitely lose.
The other is ink painting.
If you let ink paintings go, you will be disgusted to death and you will not be able to win.
The importance of original ink painting is under Linghu’s smile.
But he had too many grudges, and that handsome little face was ridiculed.
Therefore, there are so many people who want to kill him than those who want to kill Linghu Xiao.
What''s more, this sword competition has accumulated the experience of several previous sword competitions in sects and condensed the wisdom of the elders of Taoism in various sects. Xiaoyao Sect has the means and determination to "kill" ink painting, and the offensive is like a rainbow for a while.
The body movement is like the wind, the sword energy is like a shadow, and it comes and goes freely. The fierce attack has pushed the Taixu Sect to the left and right.
Mo Hua had to flee in a panic.
The audience was excited to watch.
Elder Feng was also very comforted.
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Elder Zhang looked at the screen and saw that the five disciples of Xiaoyao Sect were all quick and their sword moves were continuous, like the strong wind.
The leader is the faster body movement.
In the white clothes fluttering, people and swords are united, coming and going like the wind, free and sharp.
Especially his body movements, his speed and flexibility of walking on the wind step, are extremely exquisite.
"Okay!"
Elder Zhang nodded and praised, but he couldn''t help but envy him.
Their Zhang family is also good at body skills.
The family-born steps of falling flowers and passing water are also extremely exquisite. But compared with the Xiaoyao Fengzhai Step and Bagua Fengzhai Step in front of you, it is a bit inferior.
What''s more, among the Zhang family, no disciple can practice these two types of body techniques to the point of perfection.
Not to mention, they can compete with the Feng family leaders in the sword contest.
People compare themselves to others, it’s so annoying.
Elder Zhang didn''t say anything, his expression was not obvious, but he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
On the field, Feng Zichen led the Xiaoyao Sect''s children and began to show his power.
The sword energy swept across, like a strong wind raged.
In just a few dozen rounds, the formation of Taixu Sect was cut by the fast sword of Xiaoyao Sect.
As soon as the formation is chaotic, the ink painting will lose its protection.
Everyone in Xiaoyao Sect immediately rushed towards Mo Hua with sword energy like the wind.
Mo Hua really couldn''t stand it, so she could only urge her to hide and disappear in front of everyone.
Feng Zichen had expected it, so he immediately took out a five-element breaking contact lens, looked at it with his head, and illuminated the ink painting into his hidden figure, clearly and clearly.
There was an uproar in the outside world, and everyone stroked their hands and praised:
?
Elder Feng explained: "Brother Zhang doesn''t know that this ink painting is proficient in concealment. Moreover, his hidden art is inherited from where it is invisible to the naked eye and cannot see it. Even if he uses ordinary hidden spirit weapons to break, it cannot be solved. It is really difficult..."
Elder Zhang looked silent, and he couldn''t help but think:
A bunch of elders from large sects gathered together and stayed up late for a meeting, breaking the hidden art of a disciple...
Is there really such a worthy pride?
But this sentence is a bit rude, and Elder Zhang has no nerve to say it.
And seeing Elder Feng’s face full of pride, the monks around him also looked happy. In this atmosphere, Elder Zhang could not speak even more.
"This child''s body is average, and he depends entirely on concealment to save his life."
"If he breaks his concealment, he will die without a place to bury him!"
Elder Feng asserted in a deep voice.
Not only Elder Feng thinks this way, this is almost the consensus of most of the monks watching the battle around him.
Before, they were all watching the sword contest every scene, so they naturally knew what the body skills of Mo Hua were.
Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan looked shocked.
He had no idea what Elder Feng and others were talking about.
The body movement is average, and it depends entirely on concealment to save your life?
Who are you talking about?
How did this outrageous judgment come about?
A monks in the academic prefecture are so naive…
As to discuss the sword field.
Feng Zichen held a spiritual mirror and reflected the hidden "Xiao Xiao" ink painting. He immediately slashed away with a sword like the wind.
The ink painting concealment technique was discovered, with a panic on his face, and a hurried flash. At the critical moment, he avoided this sword energy and was in a very embarrassed state.
This sword was barely avoided.
But without the hidden technique, the ink painting was exposed under the sword edge, just like a mouse under the mouth of a cat. If you can hide one sword, there will be a second sword.
Feng Zichen practiced the fast sword, and the second sword was also very fast.
But Mo Hua didn''t know if he was lucky, so he rushed forward and rolled on the spot, just dodging the sword again.
Linghu laughed at the other two, and saw that the ink painting was in critical condition, he wanted to come and help.
But the Xiaoyao Sect''s people were also fast in body skills and swords. They joined forces with each other, and the sword energy woven into a wind curtain, trapping Linghu Xiao and others in the middle.
The sword is fast and the power is stronger.
But if the sword is fast, it will inevitably be difficult to last.
The Xiaoyao Sect''s people could not have trapped Linghu laughed for too long, but it would be enough to limit them in a short period of time and suppress them with a fierce offensive.
This little time is enough for Feng Zichen to kill Mo painting.
Feng Zichen took this opportunity to slash out the third sword and the fourth sword.
These two swords failed to kill Mo Hua.
But it won a lot of applause.
The audience outside the venue, looking at the ink painting that was cut into a mess by Feng Zichen, cheered:
? Ink painting hides around and occasionally rolls around on the ground.
Everyone laughed happily and the atmosphere was very happy.
But as time goes by, they gradually can''t laugh.
Because Feng Zichen is still cutting, ink painting is still hiding.
"Okay... it''s almost... it can kill him with one sword..."
"Stop playing..."
"Is Feng Zichen addicted to playing? Just kill him with one sword. Stop playing, don''t play anymore, don''t play or take off..."
But Feng Zichen really isn''t playing.
From the beginning, he was seriously chopping, but after slashing for a long time, he failed to hit a single sword.
Now, he realized that something was wrong.
Not only Feng Zichen, but also many elders outside the field, as well as sharp-eyed monks, also noticed something was wrong and their faces were a little silent.
Elder Zhang said slowly, "This one is called Mo Hua, and his body movements seem to be... not that bad?"
Elder Feng was silent.
But the facts were right in front of him, and he had to admit, "There is something..."
But it was just a little bit.
No matter how good this kid''s body skills are, can he be better than Feng Zichen who is in the free and easy way to walk on the wind and gossip?
In the swordsmanship, Feng Zichen''s eyes became colder and colder.
He is not like ink painting, he is a dignified "good boy".
Sword debates emphasize head-on confrontation, and compare whose sword is faster, more accurate and stronger, and does not use conspiracies.
Therefore, when he first cut the ink painting, he went to kill him with a sword.
In his original idea, this sword was enough to kill Mo Hua.
But obviously, he miscalculated and Mo Hua avoided it.
After that, he drew his sword a little faster, aiming at Mo Hua''s heart and lungs, but Mo Hua still avoided it.
Later, his sword passed by with one sword.
But no matter how fast it is, ink painting can avoid it.
Feng Zichen understood that this person called Mo Hua was playing tricks on himself.
His body movements are not that weak at all.
Not only is it not weak, but it is quite exquisite.
"It''s indeed insidious!" Feng Zichen said coldly, then stopped holding back and activated the Feng Step with all his strength. His body movement was faster and his sword energy was faster.
Mo Hua saw that the young man in white had faster sword moves and was a little helpless, and he had to show some of his strength and deal with him seriously.
So, on Fang Tian’s painting, Feng Zichen’s body movements are like wind, and his ink painting is like flowing water.
The wind follows the sword, and the water flows with the momentum. When one chases and escapes, it is like a breeze blowing on the water surface, or like a water flowing away from the wind, competing with each other and sharing the beauty of the autumn.
The monk watching the battle changed a little.
"His body technique... seems to be a bit unusual?"
"It''s more than extraordinary to be able to equalize the wind steps of Xiaoyao Sect...it''s more than extraordinary..."