As Song Qingshu finished speaking.
The atmosphere on the square of the True Martial Hall became lively.
Yun Feiyang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Song Qingshu with an indifferent expression.
"Junior brother, attack."
"I'll give you ten moves!"
Song Qingshu didn't waste any time.
He bowed slightly and unsheathed his sword!
Wudang Swordsmanship!
The sharp sword intent once again erupted on the arena.
Compared to Song Qingshu's imposing manner.
Yun Feiyang, on the other hand, looked as if he wouldn't change his expression even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
The true energy in his body was surging, and even his hands were still behind his back.
This caused the disciples below the stage to exclaim.
"Senior Brother Yun is indeed the number one disciple of the third generation. His bearing is beyond our reach!”
"One of them has a sword aura like a rainbow, while the other is as imposing as a mountain.”
"Senior Brother Yun is a Connate realm expert. No matter how powerful Song Qingshu's sword technique is, he can't break through Senior Brother Yun's defense!”
"That's right. How can a Postnatal realm cultivator defeat a Connate realm cultivator?”
...
On the arena.
Song Qingshu appeared in front of Yun Feiyang in an instant and thrust his sword forward.
Yun Feiyang didn't move at all.
A transparent light barrier appeared out of thin air and enveloped Yun Feiyang.
Ding!
The long sword stabbed into the light shield, making a metallic sound.
Song Qingshu's eyes narrowed.
True Qi Protection!
After reaching the Connate Realm, the internal strength in a martial artist's body would be converted into True Qi.
At this time, the martial artist could release his true qi to fight the enemy.
It formed sword light, saber energy, and so on.
It was equivalent to directly increasing the attack range, making it extremely sharp.
At the same time, martial artists could gather their True Qi around their bodies and form True Qi to protect their bodies.
All-round, no blind spots to protect himself from harm.
Just like Yun Feiyang.
Seeing that Song Qingshu was unable to break through his protective layer of True Qi…
Yun Feiyang smiled.
His right hand behind his back reached out and raised his index finger.
"First move!"
The disciples below the stage immediately cheered.
"Good job, Senior Brother Yun!"
"The number one disciple of the third generation is well-deserved!”
"The champion of this internal competition will definitely be Senior Brother Yun!”
Of course, there were also some disciples who were jealous of Song Qingshu's outstanding performance in the past few days.
He started to be sarcastic.
"Song Qingshu, if you can't even break Senior Brother Yun's zhenqi protective layer, what's the point of fighting?”
"Senior Brother Yun doesn't want to lower himself to your level. Otherwise, you would have fallen to the ground the moment he made a move!”
"If you ask me, Song Qingshu is asking to be humiliated by entering the arena!”
" Senior Brother Yun's outstretched hand means that I can defeat you with one finger. Hahahahaha…"
Song Qingshu ignored the voices of the disciples below the arena.
His footsteps slightly staggered, and his sword momentum changed. Every sword strike was a fusion of three sword techniques!
On the stage, Song Qingshu's figure was erratic. His sword shone brightly as he attacked Yun Feiyang!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The sound of metal clashing could be heard.
The disciples below the arena did not care.
Yun Feiyang's expression turned grave.
Song Qingshu stabbed out with his ninth sword.
The seemingly indestructible true energy shield actually began to crack!
Then, it exploded with a bang.
True Qi Body Protection, broken!
Song Qingshu followed the sword and went straight for Yun Feiyang's middle door.
Yun Feiyang's pupils constricted. He quickly reached out his hand behind his back and aimed it at Song Qingshu.
Yun Feiyang's palm shone with a crystalline light, and countless silk-like threads appeared, sweeping toward Song Qingshu.
Song Qingshu blocked with his sword and retreated, but the threads didn't pursue him.
Waves of exclamations came from below the arena. Even the elders on the martial arts lecture stage could not help but widen their eyes.
"This is the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art! It was the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill of the Wudang Seven Absolutes!”
"Senior Brother Yun is indeed a genius!”
"Against the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art, even a Connate expert would find it difficult to escape, let alone Song Qingshu!”
......
Yun Feiyang's body was surrounded by countless translucent threads, and he had returned to his previous calm appearance.
"Junior brother, admit defeat."
Song Qingshu felt disdain in his heart.
If it wasn't for the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art, Yun Feiyang's defense would have been broken by him. Why was he still pretending now?
Song Qingshu swept his gaze across the crowd and said coldly.
"So what if he's at the Connate Realm? So what if it's the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Technique?"
"Watch me defeat him with a single strike!"
Then, Song Qingshu directly communicated with the system in his heart. Wudang's Nine Yang Skill began to level up, and at the same time, he slowly stepped forward.
The first step was to consume 4000 Shocking Points to level up Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Skill to Level-13!
The second step consumed 5000 Shocking Points to reach the sixteenth level!
The third step consumed 10000 Shocking Points for the 20th step!
With every step Song Qingshu took, his aura grew stronger.
After taking three steps, a powerful aura soared into the sky!
Invisible shockwaves exploded with Song Qingshu as the center!
Priest Mu stood up on the stage and exclaimed.
"Connate realm!"
Song Qingshu raised his sword and looked at Yun Feiyang with a faint smile.
"Senior Brother Yun, take this sword!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Song Qingshu disappeared from where he was and reappeared three meters above Yun Feiyang.
The long sword slashed out, and the thirteen moves of Wudang Swordsmanship merged into one.
A huge sword shadow stabbed down!
Yun Feiyang's expression changed drastically. He activated the Heavenly Silkworm Divine Art with all his might, and countless threads shot out.
Boom!
After a loud bang, a figure flew out of the arena.
Lying on the ground, it was unknown whether he was dead or alive!
The disciple closest to him looked at it and stammered.
"Senior, Senior Brother Yun, Senior Brother Yun lost!”
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