The Emerald Cloud Sword Meet lasted for three days, and the preliminary rounds were all over. Everyone was naturally happy and worried. Ji Xueyan had made it into the top 32, and the next opponent was Qing Yin, the seed expert of the last Sword Conference.
However, Ah Niu had also won all three battles and fought his way out of the encirclement, which was a bit surprising. Although there were no outstanding second-generation disciples in his group, it was rare for a sixteen-year-old youth to stand out among the "Wu" generation.
However, his good luck might stop there. According to the schedule, his next opponent was the fourth person in the last Sword Conference's nameless generation, Wu Ting, a seeded expert from Ji Bie Heavenly Sect.
Ding Yuan saw that Ah Niu had cleared all the obstacles, and he could not help but feel a little envious and puzzled. Although Ah Niu had been under the old Taoist priest for more than ten years, this period of time was really nothing to the disciples of the wordless generation. Many of the participating Taoist priests and nuns had been in the sect for decades. Some of them were even four or five times older than Ah Niu. However, for some reason, most of the people's performances were not as strong as he had imagined. He was afraid that he would be able to put up a fight if he went up.
However, Ding Yuan did not know that cultivation was ultimately focused on the word "comprehension". In the first few years, perhaps everyone's progress would not be too different, but as cultivation became more and more difficult, personal understanding and the guidance of the master became particularly important. People like A Niu who spent only ten years to cultivate to the Zhizhi realm were rare. Not only did the Immortal Dan Yan teach them wholeheartedly, but also because of A Niu's simple and honest nature, like a piece of uncarved jade. Even though Ji Xueyan was extremely talented and intelligent, and had been painstakingly nurtured by her parents, she was only at the realm of observation. Most of them had spent decades of hard work just entering the room.
Moreover, there were very few masters in the first battle. The truly outstanding disciples of the no-name generation were either ranked as seeds, or Luo Kun and the others had already opened their houses to accept disciples and no longer participated in the Sword Conference competition. Therefore, Ding Yuan had yet to recognize their true faces. After three days of the preliminary competition, it made him feel a little disrespectful, which led to future trouble.
From the fourth day onwards, the Sword Conference was getting better and better. The seeded masters of the last Sword Conference entered the venue one after another. The sect masters and elders of each sect also began to leave the pergola to watch the competition of their favorite disciples.
However, the old Taoist priest still sat in the awning without moving, as if he was afraid of being roasted by the sun outside. When Ah Niu went on stage, Ding Yuan was the only one cheering for him outside the arena. Compared to the hundreds of people from the Billow Jade Villa who came to watch the battle, the momentum was much weaker.
Ding Yuan noticed Ji Xueyan in the crowd, but she only glanced at him and quickly pretended as if nothing had happened. It turned out that there was a man and a woman standing beside her. They were Ji Bie Tian's eldest son, Ji Lan, and his wife, He Wan. Because Ji Xueyan's match in the morning was arranged to be the third match, they had also rushed over to cheer for their junior brothers.
Ji Lan was already in his sixties, but he looked no different from a man in his thirties. It should be known that less than two or three out of ten cultivators had families and wives. The Immortal Dao was afraid that their foundation would be damaged by their families. Even those who married and started a family would mostly wait until they were forty years old before their cultivation reached a certain level. Therefore, even though Ji Xueyan was almost twenty eight years old, her parents were not in a hurry to find a husband for her. Ji Lan only had a Palm Pearl with He Wan when she was forty-three years old.
Yesterday afternoon at the Blue Ripple Pond, Ding Yuan had already heard Ji Xueyan introduce some of Wu Ting's situation. He was the sixth disciple that Ji Bietian had taken in and had been in the sect for more than forty years. He was hot-tempered but loyal to his master, so he was highly regarded by Ji Bietian. Ah Niu unfortunately met Wu Ting and was afraid that it would be a disaster.
With the experience from the previous three days, Ah Niu was much calmer. When the elder in charge of the arbitration announced the start of the competition, he bowed respectfully to Wu Ting and said,"Senior Martial Brother Wu, please guide me.”
Wu Ting was thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. His skin was darker than Ah Niu's, but he was much thinner. He was dressed in red and had a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks. He looked like a black-faced Thunder God. He saw Ah Niu bow to him, but he casually crossed his arms in front of his chest and snorted,"Junior Brother Luo, you're young and heroic. Yesterday, you defeated my Junior Brother Tu in just fourteen moves.”
If one only looked at the content and did not hear the sound, one would think that he was praising Ah Niu. However, with his contemptuous expression and sarcastic tone, it became sarcasm.
Ding Yuan heard it clearly from outside the arena and could not help but sneer in his heart."Indeed, like teacher, like disciple. Other than Xue 'er, there isn't a good person in the Billow Jade Villa. Those few brats who bullied me in the past were arrogant, and this Wu in front of me is not a good person either.”
He had a clear distinction between love and hate. If others were nice to him, he could disregard his own life. If others had a grudge against him, he would also take revenge for the smallest grievance. He had never had a good impression of Ding Yuan of the Billow Jade Villa all these years. If it wasn't for Ji Xueyan, he would have long since secretly sought revenge on Ji Bietian's disciples to avenge the humiliation he suffered when he first arrived.
Wu Ting's arrogant look seemed to have won over Ah Niu, which aroused Ding Yuan's disgust.
Ah Niu still chuckled and said,""Senior Martial Brother Wu, please don't say that. I can't afford to be a hero. I only hope that I can use the skills that my master taught me in the Sword Conference and not embarrass him.”
Wu Ting waved his hand and said,"Cut the crap. You make the first move."”
Ah Niu waved his hands and said," Senior Martial Brother Wu, you are much older than me. Your qualifications are also much higher than mine. It should be you who makes the first move."”
Wu Ting didn't say much. He turned into a fiery red lightning bolt and rushed towards A Niu. With a dragon roar, the longsword "Que Chen" on his back was unsheathed.
The sword light was like a rainbow, and the strong wind was raging. Wu Ting's Duanchen Sword's Azure Mountain Autumn Water 'was aimed straight at A Niu's throat. It was fast and accurate, and it was the essence of the sword. Not only had Ding Yuan not seen this move before, but Ah Niu had also not seen it before. It was the third move of Green Afterglow Sect's Nine Swords of Autumn Water.
The Nine Swords of Autumn Water could only be practiced by disciples who had entered the State of Knowledge. It was very different from the other sword techniques of the Green Cloud Sect. It only pursued the word "fast". Wu Ting had a bad temper and was even more impatient than his master. This sword technique suited him very well.
Ah Niu had accumulated a lot of combat experience in the past few days, so he did not panic even though he did not know Wu Ting's sword moves. He calmed down and urged the Genuine Qi in his body. He used the movement of the Ancient Gold Sword," Boating with the Current ", to seal the gap in front of him. The sword light was still hiding a way to counterattack.
Sixteen crisp bamboo-like sounds rang out between the plum blossoms. Ah Niu defended the door tightly and neutralized Wu Ting's attacks one by one. However, before the previous wave was over, another wave came. The seeded expert was indeed extraordinary. Before Ah Niu could catch his breath, the Chen Sword changed again. The "Autumn Water Long Sky" was like a torrential river that attacked continuously.
Wu Ting seized the initiative and killed Ah Niu in three moves in one go. He did not even have the strength to fight back. The purple sword light danced around Ah Niu and formed a ball of light fog. The people of the Billow Villa below the stage cheered loudly, extremely excited. They were all waiting for Wu Ting to easily finish off Ah Niu and to regain some face for his fellow disciples who had been defeated by his sword yesterday.
Ji Xueyan was wrapped around her fellow disciples and her parents, but her feelings were very complicated. Although Wu Ting's temper wasn't very good, he treated him quite well. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have hoped that he would lose. However, Ah Niu was Ding Yuan's senior brother and the only disciple from the Black Bamboo Pavilion participating in the competition. He hoped that he would win so that Ding Yuan would also be able to shine.
Therefore, even though everyone was clapping and cheering, she lowered her eyes, bit her red lips, and secretly glanced at Ding Yuan.
Ding Yuan was a little worried at first, but he soon calmed down. Although Ah Niu seemed to be at a disadvantage on the surface, he did not panic at all. His defense contained the power to counterattack. As long as he could withstand Wu Tingkai's three strikes, it would be his turn to attack.
Sure enough, after Wu Ting finished his three attacks, the transition of the fourth move was slightly sluggish. Ah Niu immediately seized the opportunity to turn from defense to offense, using River Sunset.
Wu Ting was shocked and thought to himself,'Looks like this little rascal is really something. I have to be careful. Don't fail miserably in an easy task!'”
With a ding, Que Chen Sword parried the Ancient Golden Sword. Both of them felt the powerful Genuine Qi coming from each other's sword. Their bodies trembled slightly and they each took three steps back to adjust their Inner Breath.
After exchanging blows again, Wu Ting stopped underestimating his opponent and became much more cautious. The two of them fought back and forth in the arena. In the blink of an eye, they had met more than 30 times.
The disciples of the Billow Villa did not expect Ah Niu to be so difficult to deal with. The cheers gradually became softer. They stared at the ring with wide eyes, their expressions turning from excitement to nervousness.
Wu Ting couldn't help but become a little anxious, thinking to himself,""I was the fourth in the last Sword Conference. I cultivated bitterly for five years this time for the first place. I can't even deal with this nameless hothead in front of me. If this continues, how can Fighting Hero Sword Guild help our sect gain face?”
Immediately, Wu Ting used a fake body to flash a few feet to the side of the ring rope. He held the long sword in his right hand horizontally in front of his chest, while the thumb and index finger of his left hand were interlocked into a ring. The other three fingers were straightened up, and he made a sword gesture.
Someone below the stage exclaimed,"Green Mist Demon Control Art!”
This was one of the three great sword control techniques of the Emerald Cloud Sect. It was created by the third generation sect master of the sect, Immortal Cui Lan. When cultivated to the highest realm, it could move mountains and overturn seas, shocking gods and weeping ghosts. In order to cultivate this Emerald Mist Demon Defending Art, Wu Ting had gone into seclusion no less than ten times before finally succeeding half a year ago.
He had originally planned to hide it until the final battle and use this ultimate skill to turn the situation around in order to win the championship in one fell swoop. However, after a long battle, A Niu did not order Wu Ting to lose face. In his anger, he could not care less.
Although Ah Niu had never seen the Emerald Mist Demon Control Art with his own eyes, he had heard of it from others. He had only practiced the sword for two years and had yet to master the Eighteen Waterfall Swords. He could only be considered to have just begun to learn the art of sword control. Seeing that Wu Ting was about to use his sect's ultimate skill to deal with him, he could not help but be shocked.
Wu Ting chanted a mantra, and purple qi rose from his body. His clothes fluttered. Although he had not attacked, his aura was already shocking. If it was Ding Yuan, he would have charged forward without any hesitation, hoping to cross the river and attack the middle stream. However, Ah Niu stood where he was obediently, holding his spirit and keeping his body together. The Heavy Gold Ancient Sword was placed in front of his chest as he nervously waited for Wu Ting to activate his sword.
Suddenly, Wu Ting let out a soft cry. The Qichen Sword in his hand burst with purple light and emitted a clear dragon roar. Under the control of its master, it was like a green dragon soaring through the nine heavens.
Suddenly, sand and stones flew around the arena, and a strong wind rose. The disciples with weaker cultivation were forced to stagger back by the shocking sword qi that was coming at them. Ding Yuan felt the cold wind blowing against his face as he stood in the crowd. His feet were unsteady, and he hurriedly stood still. Only then did he not look as miserable as the others.
Previously, he had seen the third generation disciple who fought against Ji Xueyan use the sword control technique, but compared to the Emerald Mist Demon Control Art in front of him, it was only a child's trick.
Ah Niu was at the mouth of the wind and waves, and the pressure he was under was a hundred times greater than Ding Yuan. However, when he saw the flying sword, his heart became empty. The nervousness on his face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a calm and focused expression.
He firmly remembered what the Immortal Danyan had once taught him: " My heart is like a clear spring reflecting the bright moon, and my body is like a gentle breeze blowing over the mountains." A pair of bright tiger eyes stared at the dazzling sword in the air. No matter how it changed, he only stared at the cold light of the sword's blade. His mind clearly reflected the angle and trajectory of the flying sword.
Generally speaking, cultivators would either use immortal magic treasures to break through the sword control technique, or use the sword control technique to fight to the death. There were only a few times when he would be on the defensive and use his own skills to neutralize the flying swords.
He would only dare to use it when his own strength was far superior to his opponent, just like how Ji Xueyan had used her movement technique to collect her opponent's flying sword. Although Ah Niu was a dark horse, no one would believe that he had won Wu Ting by a lot.
Wu Ting saw that Ah Niu was standing still on the spot and thought that he was deliberately arrogant. Anger rose in his heart and he said to himself,"Good boy, you dare to look down on my Green Mist Demon Control Art. I'll definitely teach you a lesson today!”Immediately, he used all of his strength and didn't hold back.
Ah Niu didn't know what Wu Ting was thinking about. He was completely focused, and the Genuine Qi in his body circulated and gathered on the Heavy Gold Sword. Seeing that the sword was approaching, Ah Niu let out a loud shout and stepped sideways to avoid the blade. The Heavy Gold Sword in his hand glowed with a faint golden light as he swung it out. It was the Three Stages of Yang Pass.”
With a ding, the Heavy Gold Sword collided with the blade of Jue Chen's sword. The sword trembled slightly and continued forward. Ah Niu didn't panic at all. He followed up with another two sword strikes, hitting the flying sword.
However, the Qichen Sword's momentum did not stop, and it was like a maggot attached to a bone, staring at Ah Niu's throat.
Ah Niu turned his body sideways and his ancient sword struck again like a rainbow light. The tip of the sword accurately pointed at the edge of the Jue Chen Sword. The two swords formed a line in the air. It was extremely dangerous.
Everyone cried out in surprise, but the Chen Sword was finally lifted up and flew into the air. Ah Niu was also shaken by the sharp sword Qi, causing the blood in his chest to surge. He took six steps back, leaving six deep footprints on the grass.
Wu Ting's sword art guided the sword, and the Quechen Sword drew an arc of light as it shot down once again. This time, it was aimed at the top of A Niu's head.
Ah Niu took a deep breath. His back bent like a willow branch, and his body fell backward. His head almost touched the ground. The heavy metal sword hummed as it used the Mountain and River technique to block the flying sword.
Immediately, the sound of metal and stone clashing against each other sounded like a jade pearl falling on a plate. Dazzling sparks flew continuously as the Quechen Sword spun in the air and was continuously shaken up by a ball of yellow light below.
Everyone below the stage held their breaths and nervously watched the battle on the stage. Ding Yuan felt that time had actually become so long.
Beads of sweat rolled down Wu Ting's forehead, and a faint green smoke rose from the top of his head. It was obvious that he had exerted his power to the extreme. At this moment, he was already riding a tiger and could only use his true essence to take down Ah Niu. However, although the other party was like a lone boat in the midst of a storm, he was extremely tenacious and stood firm.
Wu Ting knew that even though the sword control technique was extremely powerful, it consumed a lot of energy. If this stalemate continued, once his true energy was unable to replenish, he would very likely be the one to lose. Helplessly, he could only urge the true qi in his body and use the sword technique. A purple light appeared on his face and he shouted,"Break!"
" Pfff!" As he used all his strength, the meridians in his body were shaken by his own true energy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!
Ji Lan's brows tightened. He could not help but worry about his junior brother's fate. He knew that even if Wu Ting won this match, he had already suffered internal injuries and would not be able to win the match in the afternoon.
However, Wu Ting's full-powered sword attack had a different effect. The purple light of his sword reached its peak, and it was almost impossible to look at it directly. The sharp edge of the sword shook off the yellow light below, and finally broke through Ah Niu's defensive sword net.
Ding Yuan felt his heart jump to his throat, and his fists unconsciously clenched into balls. If anything were to happen to Ah Niu, he would not be able to care about the rules of the competition.
Fortunately, Ah Niu, who usually looked muddle-headed, was extremely smart at this moment. Seeing the green sword flash, the cold sword Qi had already reached his chest. He flicked his waist and moved his feet horizontally. His body twisted in the air like a fried dough twist, barely avoiding the flying sword.
However, the sharp sword Qi still cut through Ah Niu's clothes, and several blood vessels seeped out from his clothes. Everyone thought that Ah Niu's defeat was set in stone and did not want things to change again.
Wu Ting was just about to launch the last attack on Ah Niu with the Qichen Sword when the Heavy Gold Ancient Sword struck out horizontally with lightning speed. With a "ding" sound, it struck the flying sword, causing the Qichen Sword to tremble once more. The light shadow instantly slowed down by half a degree.
Ah Niu flipped his left hand, and the heavy gold sword sheath appeared in his hand. He used the sheath as a sword and used the "Return of All Streams" to meet the flying sword.
With a clang, the three-foot-long purple light was drawn into the sheath and instantly entered it. Ah Niu's left hand was immediately numb from the shock, and his body turned several times in the air before he could slightly relieve some of the force and slowly stand still.
There was a rare silence below the stage. Everyone stared at Ah Niu in disbelief.
Ah Niu's left hand had already been split open, and bean-sized drops of blood kept dripping down. However, no one cared about this anymore. They thought about the scene for a long time and almost thought that they were dreaming.
Ding Yuan was the first to react. Before the referee could announce the result, he had already jumped into the ring with a cheer.
On the other side, Wu Ting stared blankly at the Jue Chen Sword that had been sheathed by A Niu, his heart filled with mixed feelings. No matter what, he had never thought that he would actually lose in his first battle, and it was at the hands of an unknown brat who was dozens of years younger than him.
His left hand, which was forming a sword seal, was still in his chest. The blood at the corner of his mouth still had a faint salty taste, but he had lost inexplicably. He thought about how decades of painstaking cultivation had been taken away by a child. How could he accept such a great humiliation?
The more Wu Ting thought about it, the angrier he became. His mind heated up as he suddenly shouted,"I'll fight it out with you!" He did not care that he had already lost. He activated the Emerald Mist Demon Control Art again and drove the Quechen Sword out of its sheath!
No one had expected Wu Ting to still attack after the Qi Chen Sword was taken away, and Ah Niu did not expect the other party to be so persistent. A purple light flashed from the sword as it flew half a circle in the air, bringing with it a fierce gale as it headed straight for Ah Niu's face.
Ding Yuan was about to open his arms to hug Ah Niu when he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. A cold air pressed down on his back, causing his skin to hurt and his clothes to tear. He heard Ah Niu's panicked cry,"" Little Brother Ding, be careful-"
This change was too sudden. Even the elder of Emerald Cloud Sect, who was standing on the side of the arena and in charge of the arbitration, did not expect it. Just as he was about to block the flying sword, the bolt of lightning had already reached the back of Ding Yuan's head.
Cries of surprise came from below the stage. Ji Xueyan's face was pale and she almost fainted. She closed her eyes tightly and did not dare to look anymore.
Although Ding Yuan couldn't see, he knew that it wasn't good. It was too late to turn around, and he couldn't move away even if he wanted to. Fortunately, he did not panic in the face of danger. He remembered the bamboo sword on his back. With a casual movement of his Qi, the sword followed his spirit. With a clear sound, the three-foot-long Purple Bamboo Sword was unsheathed.
Que Chen's sword had just arrived and collided with the Purple Bamboo Sword. The snowfield bamboo sword actually managed to block the flying sword. Not only did it not break, but it also sent it flying. Suddenly, Ding Yuan felt a strong force behind him, causing stars to dance in front of his eyes. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body involuntarily staggered forward. His meridians were in so much pain that it felt as if every inch of them had been torn apart.
Ding Yuan felt extremely depressed. Just as he was about to spit out a second mouthful of blood, a warm current rose from his dantian and instantly covered his entire body. The pain immediately lessened and he felt much better. This was naturally the sixty-year-cycle of cultivation power hidden in his body being stimulated by a huge external force, automatically forming a protective layer of true qi to protect his master's meridians.
Ding Yuan stumbled forward and crashed into a thick and solid chest. It turned out that Ah Niu had hugged him. Ding Yuan's heart was filled with anger, he naturally understood that he had been plotted against by Wu Ting. With his personality, how could he let it go? Immediately, he forcefully circulated his true qi and pointed with two fingers on his right hand. He shouted in a low voice,"Break!"
Three streaks of black light shot out from Ding Yuan's fingertips, bringing with it a pungent smell, and pierced towards Wu Ting's chest at lightning speed. It turned out that he had seen Wu Ting's despicable and despicable behavior, so he had used the Dark Gold Flying Centipede that he had cultivated for several years. Ever since the Mysterious Gold Flying Centipede was refined by Ding Yuan, its body had been destroyed, and all the demonic qi in its body had been turned into Ding Yuan's. The three rays of black light were the Flying Centipede Demonic Qi that Ding Yuan had activated.
Wu Ting flew into a rage out of humiliation and activated the Qechen Sword to fight to the death with Ah Niu. He did not expect to almost injure Ding Yuan and was instantly stunned. He suddenly saw Ding Yuan flip his body, and three black lights appeared in his hands. They were like demonic arts, and his heart trembled. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
He barely managed to dodge the two black lights on his left and right, but he suddenly felt a chill and numbness in his thigh. He had been hit by a Mysterious Gold Flying Centipede. Wu Ting felt a strong poison coursing through his blood vessels and attacking his heart. His soul was scattered and his body was about to collapse.
Ding Yuan saw that Wu Ting had been hit, and the anger in his chest was greatly relieved. However, his eyelids were as heavy as lead stones, and he lost consciousness amidst the chaotic exclamations of the crowd.
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The Emerald Cloud Sword Meet lasted for three days, and the preliminary rounds were all over. Everyone was naturally happy and worried. Ji Xueyan had made it into the top 32, and the next opponent was Qing Yin, the seed expert of the last Sword Conference.
However, Ah Niu had also won all three battles and fought his way out of the encirclement, which was a bit surprising. Although there were no outstanding second-generation disciples in his group, it was rare for a sixteen-year-old youth to stand out among the "Wu" generation.
However, his good luck might stop there. According to the schedule, his next opponent was the fourth person in the last Sword Conference's nameless generation, Wu Ting, a seeded expert from Ji Bie Heavenly Sect.
Ding Yuan saw that Ah Niu had cleared all the obstacles, and he could not help but feel a little envious and puzzled. Although Ah Niu had been under the old Taoist priest for more than ten years, this period of time was really nothing to the disciples of the wordless generation. Many of the participating Taoist priests and nuns had been in the sect for decades. Some of them were even four or five times older than Ah Niu. However, for some reason, most of the people's performances were not as strong as he had imagined. He was afraid that he would be able to put up a fight if he went up.
However, Ding Yuan did not know that cultivation was ultimately focused on the word "comprehension". In the first few years, perhaps everyone's progress would not be too different, but as cultivation became more and more difficult, personal understanding and the guidance of the master became particularly important. People like A Niu who spent only ten years to cultivate to the Zhizhi realm were rare. Not only did the Immortal Dan Yan teach them wholeheartedly, but also because of A Niu's simple and honest nature, like a piece of uncarved jade. Even though Ji Xueyan was extremely talented and intelligent, and had been painstakingly nurtured by her parents, she was only at the realm of observation. Most of them had spent decades of hard work just entering the room.
Moreover, there were very few masters in the first battle. The truly outstanding disciples of the no-name generation were either ranked as seeds, or Luo Kun and the others had already opened their houses to accept disciples and no longer participated in the Sword Conference competition. Therefore, Ding Yuan had yet to recognize their true faces. After three days of the preliminary competition, it made him feel a little disrespectful, which led to future trouble.
From the fourth day onwards, the Sword Conference was getting better and better. The seeded masters of the last Sword Conference entered the venue one after another. The sect masters and elders of each sect also began to leave the pergola to watch the competition of their favorite disciples.
However, the old Taoist priest still sat in the awning without moving, as if he was afraid of being roasted by the sun outside. When Ah Niu went on stage, Ding Yuan was the only one cheering for him outside the arena. Compared to the hundreds of people from the Billow Jade Villa who came to watch the battle, the momentum was much weaker.
Ding Yuan noticed Ji Xueyan in the crowd, but she only glanced at him and quickly pretended as if nothing had happened. It turned out that there was a man and a woman standing beside her. They were Ji Bie Tian's eldest son, Ji Lan, and his wife, He Wan. Because Ji Xueyan's match in the morning was arranged to be the third match, they had also rushed over to cheer for their junior brothers.
Ji Lan was already in his sixties, but he looked no different from a man in his thirties. It should be known that less than two or three out of ten cultivators had families and wives. The Immortal Dao was afraid that their foundation would be damaged by their families. Even those who married and started a family would mostly wait until they were forty years old before their cultivation reached a certain level. Therefore, even though Ji Xueyan was almost twenty eight years old, her parents were not in a hurry to find a husband for her. Ji Lan only had a Palm Pearl with He Wan when she was forty-three years old.
Yesterday afternoon at the Blue Ripple Pond, Ding Yuan had already heard Ji Xueyan introduce some of Wu Ting's situation. He was the sixth disciple that Ji Bietian had taken in and had been in the sect for more than forty years. He was hot-tempered but loyal to his master, so he was highly regarded by Ji Bietian. Ah Niu unfortunately met Wu Ting and was afraid that it would be a disaster.
With the experience from the previous three days, Ah Niu was much calmer. When the elder in charge of the arbitration announced the start of the competition, he bowed respectfully to Wu Ting and said,"Senior Martial Brother Wu, please guide me.”
Wu Ting was thirty-six or thirty-seven years old. His skin was darker than Ah Niu's, but he was much thinner. He was dressed in red and had a sharp mouth and monkey-like cheeks. He looked like a black-faced Thunder God. He saw Ah Niu bow to him, but he casually crossed his arms in front of his chest and snorted,"Junior Brother Luo, you're young and heroic. Yesterday, you defeated my Junior Brother Tu in just fourteen moves.”
If one only looked at the content and did not hear the sound, one would think that he was praising Ah Niu. However, with his contemptuous expression and sarcastic tone, it became sarcasm.
Ding Yuan heard it clearly from outside the arena and could not help but sneer in his heart."Indeed, like teacher, like disciple. Other than Xue 'er, there isn't a good person in the Billow Jade Villa. Those few brats who bullied me in the past were arrogant, and this Wu in front of me is not a good person either.”
He had a clear distinction between love and hate. If others were nice to him, he could disregard his own life. If others had a grudge against him, he would also take revenge for the smallest grievance. He had never had a good impression of Ding Yuan of the Billow Jade Villa all these years. If it wasn't for Ji Xueyan, he would have long since secretly sought revenge on Ji Bietian's disciples to avenge the humiliation he suffered when he first arrived.
Wu Ting's arrogant look seemed to have won over Ah Niu, which aroused Ding Yuan's disgust.
Ah Niu still chuckled and said,""Senior Martial Brother Wu, please don't say that. I can't afford to be a hero. I only hope that I can use the skills that my master taught me in the Sword Conference and not embarrass him.”
Wu Ting waved his hand and said,"Cut the crap. You make the first move."”
Ah Niu waved his hands and said," Senior Martial Brother Wu, you are much older than me. Your qualifications are also much higher than mine. It should be you who makes the first move."”
Wu Ting didn't say much. He turned into a fiery red lightning bolt and rushed towards A Niu. With a dragon roar, the longsword "Que Chen" on his back was unsheathed.
The sword light was like a rainbow, and the strong wind was raging. Wu Ting's Duanchen Sword's Azure Mountain Autumn Water 'was aimed straight at A Niu's throat. It was fast and accurate, and it was the essence of the sword. Not only had Ding Yuan not seen this move before, but Ah Niu had also not seen it before. It was the third move of Green Afterglow Sect's Nine Swords of Autumn Water.
The Nine Swords of Autumn Water could only be practiced by disciples who had entered the State of Knowledge. It was very different from the other sword techniques of the Green Cloud Sect. It only pursued the word "fast". Wu Ting had a bad temper and was even more impatient than his master. This sword technique suited him very well.
Ah Niu had accumulated a lot of combat experience in the past few days, so he did not panic even though he did not know Wu Ting's sword moves. He calmed down and urged the Genuine Qi in his body. He used the movement of the Ancient Gold Sword," Boating with the Current ", to seal the gap in front of him. The sword light was still hiding a way to counterattack.
Sixteen crisp bamboo-like sounds rang out between the plum blossoms. Ah Niu defended the door tightly and neutralized Wu Ting's attacks one by one. However, before the previous wave was over, another wave came. The seeded expert was indeed extraordinary. Before Ah Niu could catch his breath, the Chen Sword changed again. The "Autumn Water Long Sky" was like a torrential river that attacked continuously.
Wu Ting seized the initiative and killed Ah Niu in three moves in one go. He did not even have the strength to fight back. The purple sword light danced around Ah Niu and formed a ball of light fog. The people of the Billow Villa below the stage cheered loudly, extremely excited. They were all waiting for Wu Ting to easily finish off Ah Niu and to regain some face for his fellow disciples who had been defeated by his sword yesterday.
Ji Xueyan was wrapped around her fellow disciples and her parents, but her feelings were very complicated. Although Wu Ting's temper wasn't very good, he treated him quite well. Logically speaking, he shouldn't have hoped that he would lose. However, Ah Niu was Ding Yuan's senior brother and the only disciple from the Black Bamboo Pavilion participating in the competition. He hoped that he would win so that Ding Yuan would also be able to shine.
Therefore, even though everyone was clapping and cheering, she lowered her eyes, bit her red lips, and secretly glanced at Ding Yuan.
Ding Yuan was a little worried at first, but he soon calmed down. Although Ah Niu seemed to be at a disadvantage on the surface, he did not panic at all. His defense contained the power to counterattack. As long as he could withstand Wu Tingkai's three strikes, it would be his turn to attack.
Sure enough, after Wu Ting finished his three attacks, the transition of the fourth move was slightly sluggish. Ah Niu immediately seized the opportunity to turn from defense to offense, using River Sunset.
Wu Ting was shocked and thought to himself,'Looks like this little rascal is really something. I have to be careful. Don't fail miserably in an easy task!'”
With a ding, Que Chen Sword parried the Ancient Golden Sword. Both of them felt the powerful Genuine Qi coming from each other's sword. Their bodies trembled slightly and they each took three steps back to adjust their Inner Breath.
After exchanging blows again, Wu Ting stopped underestimating his opponent and became much more cautious. The two of them fought back and forth in the arena. In the blink of an eye, they had met more than 30 times.
The disciples of the Billow Villa did not expect Ah Niu to be so difficult to deal with. The cheers gradually became softer. They stared at the ring with wide eyes, their expressions turning from excitement to nervousness.
Wu Ting couldn't help but become a little anxious, thinking to himself,""I was the fourth in the last Sword Conference. I cultivated bitterly for five years this time for the first place. I can't even deal with this nameless hothead in front of me. If this continues, how can Fighting Hero Sword Guild help our sect gain face?”
Immediately, Wu Ting used a fake body to flash a few feet to the side of the ring rope. He held the long sword in his right hand horizontally in front of his chest, while the thumb and index finger of his left hand were interlocked into a ring. The other three fingers were straightened up, and he made a sword gesture.
Someone below the stage exclaimed,"Green Mist Demon Control Art!”
This was one of the three great sword control techniques of the Emerald Cloud Sect. It was created by the third generation sect master of the sect, Immortal Cui Lan. When cultivated to the highest realm, it could move mountains and overturn seas, shocking gods and weeping ghosts. In order to cultivate this Emerald Mist Demon Defending Art, Wu Ting had gone into seclusion no less than ten times before finally succeeding half a year ago.
He had originally planned to hide it until the final battle and use this ultimate skill to turn the situation around in order to win the championship in one fell swoop. However, after a long battle, A Niu did not order Wu Ting to lose face. In his anger, he could not care less.
Although Ah Niu had never seen the Emerald Mist Demon Control Art with his own eyes, he had heard of it from others. He had only practiced the sword for two years and had yet to master the Eighteen Waterfall Swords. He could only be considered to have just begun to learn the art of sword control. Seeing that Wu Ting was about to use his sect's ultimate skill to deal with him, he could not help but be shocked.
Wu Ting chanted a mantra, and purple qi rose from his body. His clothes fluttered. Although he had not attacked, his aura was already shocking. If it was Ding Yuan, he would have charged forward without any hesitation, hoping to cross the river and attack the middle stream. However, Ah Niu stood where he was obediently, holding his spirit and keeping his body together. The Heavy Gold Ancient Sword was placed in front of his chest as he nervously waited for Wu Ting to activate his sword.
Suddenly, Wu Ting let out a soft cry. The Qichen Sword in his hand burst with purple light and emitted a clear dragon roar. Under the control of its master, it was like a green dragon soaring through the nine heavens.
Suddenly, sand and stones flew around the arena, and a strong wind rose. The disciples with weaker cultivation were forced to stagger back by the shocking sword qi that was coming at them. Ding Yuan felt the cold wind blowing against his face as he stood in the crowd. His feet were unsteady, and he hurriedly stood still. Only then did he not look as miserable as the others.
Previously, he had seen the third generation disciple who fought against Ji Xueyan use the sword control technique, but compared to the Emerald Mist Demon Control Art in front of him, it was only a child's trick.
Ah Niu was at the mouth of the wind and waves, and the pressure he was under was a hundred times greater than Ding Yuan. However, when he saw the flying sword, his heart became empty. The nervousness on his face gradually disappeared and was replaced by a calm and focused expression.
He firmly remembered what the Immortal Danyan had once taught him: " My heart is like a clear spring reflecting the bright moon, and my body is like a gentle breeze blowing over the mountains." A pair of bright tiger eyes stared at the dazzling sword in the air. No matter how it changed, he only stared at the cold light of the sword's blade. His mind clearly reflected the angle and trajectory of the flying sword.
Generally speaking, cultivators would either use immortal magic treasures to break through the sword control technique, or use the sword control technique to fight to the death. There were only a few times when he would be on the defensive and use his own skills to neutralize the flying swords.
He would only dare to use it when his own strength was far superior to his opponent, just like how Ji Xueyan had used her movement technique to collect her opponent's flying sword. Although Ah Niu was a dark horse, no one would believe that he had won Wu Ting by a lot.
Wu Ting saw that Ah Niu was standing still on the spot and thought that he was deliberately arrogant. Anger rose in his heart and he said to himself,"Good boy, you dare to look down on my Green Mist Demon Control Art. I'll definitely teach you a lesson today!”Immediately, he used all of his strength and didn't hold back.
Ah Niu didn't know what Wu Ting was thinking about. He was completely focused, and the Genuine Qi in his body circulated and gathered on the Heavy Gold Sword. Seeing that the sword was approaching, Ah Niu let out a loud shout and stepped sideways to avoid the blade. The Heavy Gold Sword in his hand glowed with a faint golden light as he swung it out. It was the Three Stages of Yang Pass.”
With a ding, the Heavy Gold Sword collided with the blade of Jue Chen's sword. The sword trembled slightly and continued forward. Ah Niu didn't panic at all. He followed up with another two sword strikes, hitting the flying sword.
However, the Qichen Sword's momentum did not stop, and it was like a maggot attached to a bone, staring at Ah Niu's throat.
Ah Niu turned his body sideways and his ancient sword struck again like a rainbow light. The tip of the sword accurately pointed at the edge of the Jue Chen Sword. The two swords formed a line in the air. It was extremely dangerous.
Everyone cried out in surprise, but the Chen Sword was finally lifted up and flew into the air. Ah Niu was also shaken by the sharp sword Qi, causing the blood in his chest to surge. He took six steps back, leaving six deep footprints on the grass.
Wu Ting's sword art guided the sword, and the Quechen Sword drew an arc of light as it shot down once again. This time, it was aimed at the top of A Niu's head.
Ah Niu took a deep breath. His back bent like a willow branch, and his body fell backward. His head almost touched the ground. The heavy metal sword hummed as it used the Mountain and River technique to block the flying sword.
Immediately, the sound of metal and stone clashing against each other sounded like a jade pearl falling on a plate. Dazzling sparks flew continuously as the Quechen Sword spun in the air and was continuously shaken up by a ball of yellow light below.
Everyone below the stage held their breaths and nervously watched the battle on the stage. Ding Yuan felt that time had actually become so long.
Beads of sweat rolled down Wu Ting's forehead, and a faint green smoke rose from the top of his head. It was obvious that he had exerted his power to the extreme. At this moment, he was already riding a tiger and could only use his true essence to take down Ah Niu. However, although the other party was like a lone boat in the midst of a storm, he was extremely tenacious and stood firm.
Wu Ting knew that even though the sword control technique was extremely powerful, it consumed a lot of energy. If this stalemate continued, once his true energy was unable to replenish, he would very likely be the one to lose. Helplessly, he could only urge the true qi in his body and use the sword technique. A purple light appeared on his face and he shouted,"Break!"
" Pfff!" As he used all his strength, the meridians in his body were shaken by his own true energy, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!
Ji Lan's brows tightened. He could not help but worry about his junior brother's fate. He knew that even if Wu Ting won this match, he had already suffered internal injuries and would not be able to win the match in the afternoon.
However, Wu Ting's full-powered sword attack had a different effect. The purple light of his sword reached its peak, and it was almost impossible to look at it directly. The sharp edge of the sword shook off the yellow light below, and finally broke through Ah Niu's defensive sword net.
Ding Yuan felt his heart jump to his throat, and his fists unconsciously clenched into balls. If anything were to happen to Ah Niu, he would not be able to care about the rules of the competition.
Fortunately, Ah Niu, who usually looked muddle-headed, was extremely smart at this moment. Seeing the green sword flash, the cold sword Qi had already reached his chest. He flicked his waist and moved his feet horizontally. His body twisted in the air like a fried dough twist, barely avoiding the flying sword.
However, the sharp sword Qi still cut through Ah Niu's clothes, and several blood vessels seeped out from his clothes. Everyone thought that Ah Niu's defeat was set in stone and did not want things to change again.
Wu Ting was just about to launch the last attack on Ah Niu with the Qichen Sword when the Heavy Gold Ancient Sword struck out horizontally with lightning speed. With a "ding" sound, it struck the flying sword, causing the Qichen Sword to tremble once more. The light shadow instantly slowed down by half a degree.
Ah Niu flipped his left hand, and the heavy gold sword sheath appeared in his hand. He used the sheath as a sword and used the "Return of All Streams" to meet the flying sword.
With a clang, the three-foot-long purple light was drawn into the sheath and instantly entered it. Ah Niu's left hand was immediately numb from the shock, and his body turned several times in the air before he could slightly relieve some of the force and slowly stand still.
There was a rare silence below the stage. Everyone stared at Ah Niu in disbelief.
Ah Niu's left hand had already been split open, and bean-sized drops of blood kept dripping down. However, no one cared about this anymore. They thought about the scene for a long time and almost thought that they were dreaming.
Ding Yuan was the first to react. Before the referee could announce the result, he had already jumped into the ring with a cheer.
On the other side, Wu Ting stared blankly at the Jue Chen Sword that had been sheathed by A Niu, his heart filled with mixed feelings. No matter what, he had never thought that he would actually lose in his first battle, and it was at the hands of an unknown brat who was dozens of years younger than him.
His left hand, which was forming a sword seal, was still in his chest. The blood at the corner of his mouth still had a faint salty taste, but he had lost inexplicably. He thought about how decades of painstaking cultivation had been taken away by a child. How could he accept such a great humiliation?
The more Wu Ting thought about it, the angrier he became. His mind heated up as he suddenly shouted,"I'll fight it out with you!" He did not care that he had already lost. He activated the Emerald Mist Demon Control Art again and drove the Quechen Sword out of its sheath!
No one had expected Wu Ting to still attack after the Qi Chen Sword was taken away, and Ah Niu did not expect the other party to be so persistent. A purple light flashed from the sword as it flew half a circle in the air, bringing with it a fierce gale as it headed straight for Ah Niu's face.
Ding Yuan was about to open his arms to hug Ah Niu when he suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. A cold air pressed down on his back, causing his skin to hurt and his clothes to tear. He heard Ah Niu's panicked cry,"" Little Brother Ding, be careful-"
This change was too sudden. Even the elder of Emerald Cloud Sect, who was standing on the side of the arena and in charge of the arbitration, did not expect it. Just as he was about to block the flying sword, the bolt of lightning had already reached the back of Ding Yuan's head.
Cries of surprise came from below the stage. Ji Xueyan's face was pale and she almost fainted. She closed her eyes tightly and did not dare to look anymore.
Although Ding Yuan couldn't see, he knew that it wasn't good. It was too late to turn around, and he couldn't move away even if he wanted to. Fortunately, he did not panic in the face of danger. He remembered the bamboo sword on his back. With a casual movement of his Qi, the sword followed his spirit. With a clear sound, the three-foot-long Purple Bamboo Sword was unsheathed.
Que Chen's sword had just arrived and collided with the Purple Bamboo Sword. The snowfield bamboo sword actually managed to block the flying sword. Not only did it not break, but it also sent it flying. Suddenly, Ding Yuan felt a strong force behind him, causing stars to dance in front of his eyes. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body involuntarily staggered forward. His meridians were in so much pain that it felt as if every inch of them had been torn apart.
Ding Yuan felt extremely depressed. Just as he was about to spit out a second mouthful of blood, a warm current rose from his dantian and instantly covered his entire body. The pain immediately lessened and he felt much better. This was naturally the sixty-year-cycle of cultivation power hidden in his body being stimulated by a huge external force, automatically forming a protective layer of true qi to protect his master's meridians.
Ding Yuan stumbled forward and crashed into a thick and solid chest. It turned out that Ah Niu had hugged him. Ding Yuan's heart was filled with anger, he naturally understood that he had been plotted against by Wu Ting. With his personality, how could he let it go? Immediately, he forcefully circulated his true qi and pointed with two fingers on his right hand. He shouted in a low voice,"Break!"
Three streaks of black light shot out from Ding Yuan's fingertips, bringing with it a pungent smell, and pierced towards Wu Ting's chest at lightning speed. It turned out that he had seen Wu Ting's despicable and despicable behavior, so he had used the Dark Gold Flying Centipede that he had cultivated for several years. Ever since the Mysterious Gold Flying Centipede was refined by Ding Yuan, its body had been destroyed, and all the demonic qi in its body had been turned into Ding Yuan's. The three rays of black light were the Flying Centipede Demonic Qi that Ding Yuan had activated.
Wu Ting flew into a rage out of humiliation and activated the Qechen Sword to fight to the death with Ah Niu. He did not expect to almost injure Ding Yuan and was instantly stunned. He suddenly saw Ding Yuan flip his body, and three black lights appeared in his hands. They were like demonic arts, and his heart trembled. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
He barely managed to dodge the two black lights on his left and right, but he suddenly felt a chill and numbness in his thigh. He had been hit by a Mysterious Gold Flying Centipede. Wu Ting felt a strong poison coursing through his blood vessels and attacking his heart. His soul was scattered and his body was about to collapse.
Ding Yuan saw that Wu Ting had been hit, and the anger in his chest was greatly relieved. However, his eyelids were as heavy as lead stones, and he lost consciousness amidst the chaotic exclamations of the crowd.
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