On the 16th day of the ninth month, the right group used a full 10 hours of thrilling competition, of course, including a battle of wits, before a talented person won first place. That person was Ming Jian!
He was the Mingjian of Wudang. He was the one who fought bravely but never forgot to fight with his wits. None of the twelve people in the right group were easy to deal with. In the first battle, he resisted the elite sword technique of Qingcheng Monastery and suffered light injuries. Although the injuries were not serious, they were in many places. He lost a lot of blood, which naturally reduced his combat effectiveness.'The second battle, he managed to break Emei Sect's deceased signature weapon, Water Splitter, and suffered another light injury. The third battle was a battle of wits. The examiner entered the competition without any sect, just to find a person who had the potential to be the leader of the alliance. Unfortunately, Ming Jian met: As soon as the examiner went on stage, he explained the reason why Ming Jian was the subject of the examination-in the previous two battles, Ming Jian had shown that he was a "benevolent" person! This was the reason! The fourth battle was also the battle for the group championship--to resist the Charm Technique of Rouge Valley. Many martial artists did not expect that Rouge Valley would be able to enter the final competition for the group championship. However, because they did not expect this, Rouge Valley shone brightly and entered everyone's eyes.?This time, the person from Rouge Valley was actually the Valley Master of Rouge Valley, Xue Lianrong! Xue Lianrong was really as pure as snow, as elegant and refined as a lotus seed. The Valley Master of Rouge Valley had already reached the peak of her seduction skills. Although she was only thirty years old, she believed that if she were to walk in the martial world, she would be even more famous than Qin Huai's current Lian Yanzhi in less than a month. The prerequisite was that she was willing. Xue Lianrong's beauty was mesmerizing. Her every frown, smile, twist of her waist, lift of her feet, and turn of her body were all soul-stirring. Perhaps her original beauty was not as beautiful as after the rouge was washed away, but she was better than her in that she had applied her alluring technique, the Great Art of Bewitching the Demon, on her body. It not only penetrated deep into her bones, but also into her spirit. Sometimes, she was like a young girl longing for love, and sometimes, she was like a lonely young woman longing for her husband. Sometimes, she was like a slut in a brothel who was called a "prostitute" and a "stinky bitch" by a "gentleman". Her every move was mesmerizing to the audience, especially the way she was dressed when she went on stage. Her low-cut dress revealed a large patch of white flesh on her breasts below her collarbone, and a pair of slender jade-like legs that were below her knees were revealed. Further down was a pair of crystal white jade feet. Yes, jade feet, jade feet without shoes. Her ankles were exquisite, and the back of her feet was fair and delicate. Her ten toes were small and sparkling under the sun. These were just her beautiful appearance, but what was scary about her was her inner force. Her bare feet did not touch the ground. If you looked carefully, you would find that her feet were at least one centimeter away from the ground. How deep was her inner force? How precise was the control required? At that time, there were rumors that Xue Lianrong's internal energy was obtained from men by learning the Dual Cultivation Method. This idea was once believed by people, but Xue Lianrong would never come out to explain. They were just a group of boring people, why bother with them? This was what Xue Lianrong was thinking, and it was also the common thought of many people who were being speculated!
Facing such an opponent, Ming Jian directly ignored Xue Lianrong's beautiful face. Because the highest achievement of a person's seduction technique had nothing to do with their appearance. What mattered was the person's body movements, eyes, breathing, voice, spirit, and internal energy. Xue Lianrong's Internal Strength was not to be underestimated. Regardless of whether the rumors were true or false, the strength of her Internal Strength was obvious to all. As for that seduction technique, even Prince An Yi, Jiang Ming, who had seen countless beauties, could not help but lose his soul, let alone those people who had never tasted a beauty.
It was Ming Jian's idea to resist the seduction technique head-on, and it was what most people here thought was a crazy idea. However, the facts did not allow for debate. The only thing that everyone could do was to stare in shock!
Yes, it was! Dumbfounded!
Everyone was dumbfounded as they watched Ming Jian slowly walk towards Xue Lianrong. His hand that was holding onto the sword was trembling. Everyone thought that Ming Jian was struggling. Even Xue Lianrong, the caster of the spell, thought so. Because Charm was her pride, she had been cultivating Charm for nearly 25 years. She was confident that once a person was charmed by her, they would never be able to escape! The truth seemed to be developing in the way Xue Lianrong had thought. However, just as Ming Jian was about to throw down his sword and prostrate himself in front of Xue Lianrong, his originally lifeless eyes suddenly flashed with a bright light, and he instantly regained his clarity. The sword that was about to be put down pierced towards Xue Lianrong from behind with a "zheng" sound. At the same time, he did not forget to punch Xue Lianrong's abdomen with his left hand.
Such a crafty and strange sword attack, such a swift and heavy punch, caused a flash of astonishment to flash across Xue Lianrong's beautiful eyes. Xue Lianrong's reaction was not slow, and was even faster than the two moves of the Bright Sword. Therefore, although her charm was broken, Xue Lianrong still managed to dodge the two fatal moves of the Bright Sword.
Xue Lianrong, who had landed ten feet away, did not continue to attack. Instead, she faced the bright sword with her hands behind her back. A hint of sadness flashed through her beautiful eyes as she said,"How did you break my Bewitching Heavenly Demon Art?”The voice was still pleasant to the ear, but anyone could hear the obvious disappointment in the voice!
Ming Jian stood straight with his sword hanging down. His tall and straight body seemed to be pointing at the sky like a sword. His knife-like face seemed to be as unchanging as a rock. A faint voice floated out from his mouth that occasionally revealed his white teeth,"Valley Master is too conceited. He thinks that he can subdue me with only 70% of his strength. However, what I want to tell you is that you should use 10% of your strength to defeat me!”His tone was meticulous. With every word he said, Xue Lianrong's face turned paler. By the time he finished speaking, tears were already flowing out of Xue Lianrong's eyes.
Xue Lianrong was proud! Not only was she able to cultivate the top seduction technique because she was the Valley Master of Rouge Valley, but she also had a powerful internal energy because of a fortuitous encounter. In addition, her natural beauty made her proud. However, this competition had caused her to instantly fall from the clouds to the bottom of the valley. Although she did not die, it was worse than death. It could be said that this seduction technique was
Breaking also meant that Xue Lianrong's state of mind had also been broken. The years of "coming out of the world" cultivation would collapse at this time, and the "entering the world" cultivation, which was a level higher than martial arts, would also begin at this moment. As for the person she entered the world with, it was naturally obvious, but she did not understand it now. "Sigh!" Xue Lianrong sighed softly. With a turn of her snow-white feet, she rose from the ground and disappeared from everyone's sight. Only the fragrance of the wind remained. Ming Jian seemed to have understood that he would have a "big problem" in the future and smiled bitterly for a while...
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In the deep autumn, the days were getting shorter and the nights were getting longer. The long night was silent. It was not until morning that the city gates were filled with people again. This was because this was the last match of the Martial Arts Circle Convention, and it was also the most exciting match.?
When the time came, the emcee could not wait to go on stage and shout,"The leader of the martial arts world is about to be chosen in this competition. Everyone, quickly polish your eyes and wait! Next, let's invite the champions of the left and right groups to take their positions! They are…" The emcee suddenly raised his voice and said,""The wisdom of Shaolin and the bright sword of Wudang! I believe everyone already knows how strong the two of them are, right? In that case, I won't waste any more time. Let's wait for the martial arts world's leader to be born!”After saying that, the emcee left the square stage at the fastest speed in the martial arts tournament.
Wisdom was dressed in a yellow monk robe, long pants, and white boots. He calmly walked up the square platform. From the beginning to the end, he put his hands together and did not say a word. Only after he stepped up the square platform, he turned around and quietly looked at the pure white who was slowly walking up the platform from below the stage. His pupils would shrink from time to time...
Ming Jian was still wearing the spotless white brocade robe. There were a few sword marks on the sleeves and the back of his robe that had been patched up. Those were the masterpieces of his opponents in several competitions. He wanted to keep the marks left by these opponents. Although they were his enemies, they were all honest and upright. Therefore, Ming Jian was proud of having these respectable opponents. When he lifted his feet to climb the ladder, Ming Jian's hand holding the sword suddenly tightened, but in an instant, he relaxed. His heart, which had been throbbing, calmed down at this moment. It was true that an opponent like wisdom was the Ming Sword's absolute desire, and it would also make the blood of battle in the Ming Sword boil. The Ming Sword's heart would not be calm, and if his heart was not calm, it would be difficult for him to fully display his strength. If he couldn't fully display his strength, he would naturally lose. In Ming Jian's heart, losing wasn't important. What was important was that not being able to fully display his strength was a form of contempt and disrespect towards his opponent...
No matter how much time passed, a long journey would come to an end. A mere five feet, but Ming Jian had used twenty breaths. Yes, twenty breaths! Every breath of Ming Jian, the sound of his footsteps, and the changes in his eyes were all recorded in Wisdom's ears, eyes, and heart. Wisdom's eyes were constantly changing focus. Every step Ming Jian took made a slight sound on the ground. This sound was so small that even the quasi-first-rate experts or the lower level of first-rate experts in the martial arts world would find it difficult to notice, but Wisdom remembered them all. When Ming Jian looked at Wisdom, his eyes were sometimes complicated and sometimes clear. This made Wisdom's heart uneasy. Where did this uneasiness come from? Wisdom didn't know and didn't want to know. The most important thing now was to deal with the battle in front of him!
Two figures, one white and one yellow, stood quietly facing each other. Their breathing was calm, and neither of them had the intention to make the first move. Wisdom put his hands together and lowered his eyes without saying a word. Ming Jian held his sword in his right hand and placed his left hand behind his back as he looked at Wisdom calmly. The white shadow stood under the sunlight, giving everyone a dazzling light. Compared to Wisdom, his yellow monk robe looked yellow and brown under the sunlight, giving everyone a strange feeling. It was like a Purgatory Lord's eyes were filled with killing intent when he saw his prey.
Two people, two different feelings. The crowd below the stage lost their confidence for a moment. Will Wudang win? Or Ming Jian defeated? It wasn't just the crowd below the stage. The dozen or so people sitting in front of the city gate were also puzzled. The white shadow was as vast as the sky, and the yellow shadow was as inclusive as the earth. In this battle between heaven and earth, who would win and who would lose? The answer seemed obvious-there was no victory or defeat in the struggle between heaven and earth. There would be two Martial Arts Circle Alliance Masters in this Martial Arts Circle Convention?？
Everyone was whispering about who would win the title of the alliance leader, but Ming Jian and Zhi Hui felt as if they were in a silent forest. There was no movement around them. In their eyes, there was only…an opponent!!
He was just an opponent! Nothing else could enter their eyes.
" Whoosh." A leaf landed on the square platform. Everyone's sensitive senses noticed that the most exciting battle of the Martial Arts Circle Convention was about to begin. They could not help but hold their breaths and watch. Their eyes were wide open, afraid that they would miss all the actions of the two main characters during the great battle.?
" Whoosh…" It was the sound of the wind. The wind lifted the hem of their clothes, but the two of them still stood still, their eyes fixed on the leaf on the stage. At this moment, because of the wind, the leaf was lying alone on the boundless square platform. There was nothing around it that could block the wind. Its petite body was trembling and resisting the wanton abuse of the autumn wind. However, it was really too small. In just a few breaths, the leaf had no choice but to fly into the air with the wind and slowly floated up from the two people on the platform. Ming Jian's eyes flashed across the floating leaf in the air. Instead, he stared at the leaf with a pair of wise eyes. He muttered,"There is nothing in this world, so how can there be dust?"”
It was now! Just as Wisdom's eyes were bleak, the sheath of the Bright Sword flew to the side. When the sheath landed, the Bright Sword had already stabbed out five feet away. Five feet away was where Wisdom was. This sword had already attacked Wisdom's face in an instant. Wisdom's pair of eyes were calm as if they already knew that the Bright Sword would seize the initiative. The sword carried destructive sword qi and stabbed Wisdom's face muscles. It hurt a little, but this did not hinder Wisdom's counterattack. Wisdom's left foot stepped out and turned slightly, easily dodging this sword that was like a hot knife through butter.
Ming Jian was not disappointed even after dodging the attack. If Zhi Hui could not even dodge this sword, he would not be worthy of fighting for the position of the leader of the martial arts world, even if he did not take the initiative. The coldness of the sword that brushed past Wisdom's face made Wisdom's heart tremble. As expected, as soon as Wisdom dodged, Ming Jian's hand turned around and the long sword slashed at his chest. This sword was not fast, but he could not dodge it because this sword was too tricky. Since he could not dodge it, he would take it head-on. Capturing Hand! Wisdom's right hand suddenly stretched out its wrist and closed its fingers together. With a clang, the sword was already in Wisdom's hand in a flash...
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