Changyang

"start!"

The voice of the master of the sword hall came from the stands.

Before the sound lingered, Changyang suddenly jumped up and ran towards the opposite side with his sword in hand. The cold sword energy suddenly rose.

Opposite him, Li Zhizheng closed his eyes slightly. He held the sword in his right hand and raised his sword to the sky. The two fingers of his left hand surged with spiritual power and quickly stroked the sword. Then he opened his eyes. Countless sword shadows suddenly appeared behind him, all standing upright.

He swung his sword down with one move, and the countless sword shadows that stood up suddenly stabbed at the charging Chang Yang. With the force of thousands of troops, the cold and majestic sword energy alone was enough to make people fearful.

When the sword cultivators watching the battle in the audience saw this, they couldn't help but secretly wonder in their hearts whether they could successfully avoid this attack if they encountered it.

Chang Yang, on the other hand, stared closely at the countless approaching sword shadows, but his speed did not slow down for a moment. He faced the sword shadows and flew past them like lightning, swinging his sword to continuously smash the opponent's sword shadows.

"This offensive... In just one month, she has made a lot of progress." The head of the sword hall said in the stands.

While countless sword shadows were eliminated, Chang Yang also successfully approached Li Zhizheng. She suddenly appeared in mid-air from the frosty sword shadow that almost covered the sky, and slashed across his shoulder with a sword from top to bottom.

The swaying sword energy made Li Zhengzhi's shoulders flutter with scattered hair. He raised his eyes to look at Chang Yang above, raised his sword with his right hand to block, and said in a hoarse and flat voice: "One move."

The two swords struck each other, and the peak spiritual power of the golden elixir in the middle stage collided with the peak spiritual power of the late golden elixir.

Chang Yang grasped the handle of the sword tightly with both hands, and concentrated all the strength of his body on his tight forearms, but was forced to make the sword shake and fall back.

On the other hand, Li Zhizheng was not affected at all.

He didn't give her a chance to react, and then a blast of ice came out of the sword blade.

Although this meaning is made up of spiritual power and sword intention, it contains extremely cold frost. It can only be understood in the Snow Peak of Kunlun Sword Palace, and it is extremely powerful.

He swung the Kunlun Sword Intent, and the entire competition platform was suddenly covered in ice, spreading rapidly, and the Taoist intention contained in it was even deeper than last time.

Again.

Changyang was once again forced into Kunlun's Taoist will, and she suddenly felt insignificant and powerless. She was so overwhelmed by the majestic and cold sword will that she could not resist, and her eyes began to blur.

But the next moment, Chang Yang's eyes focused.

There are more than one towering mountains that lie across the road.How can she reach the highest point if she is afraid of one at the sight of it?

Chang Yang's eyes were full of madness, but she was extremely calm as she stared at the approaching Kunlun sword intent. No matter how majestic and terrifying it was, she would still face it with her sword!
She turned her wrist, swung her sword, and still faced him.

There was an exclamation from the audience.

"She actually kept going."

"The sword broke last time, and it looks like we will lose again this time."

"With just a few moves, Li Zhizheng didn't leave anyone a chance, so he used Kunlun Daoyi's move."

"Look, the sword is not broken!"

"She blocked it!"

On the stage, the sheathless sword was filled with golden sword energy. It was held by Chang Yang to block Li Zhizheng's sword intention. This time, the sword filled with all spiritual power resisted Kunlun's Dao intention and did not break.

Chang Yang was seen raising his hands high, gritting his teeth and exerting force, as if he was trying to hold back the sword intent.

Li Zhizheng lowered his eyes, stepped back slightly with his right foot, and struck with another Kunlun Sword Intent, without any intention of holding back, blocking Chang Yang's retreat.

If she was hit by this sword, she might never be able to stand up again.

Chang Yang could only retract his sword, turn to face him and add his sword intent. A surge of spiritual power erupted from the Lingfu Golden Pill. He exerted force with both hands and finally forced back the Kunlun sword intent behind Li Zhizheng.

At the same time, the previous Kunlun Sword Intent that had not been eliminated had no resistance and hit her back directly.

"puff!"

Chang Yang's body swayed heavily and he almost fell to his knees. He gritted his teeth and endured the blow, but in the end he couldn't help vomiting blood.

"The third move." Li Zhizheng looked at her, his voice was calm.

At this time, the Kunlun Taoist spirit that entered Chang Yang's body was rushing around. She felt bitingly cold, as if her blood had been frozen, and even her eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost.

The master of the sword hall in the stands looked at Chang Yang and chuckled: "You actually took over Kunlun Dao's will. This student of yours is quite capable."

The deacon of the sword hall next to him was not so optimistic. He could see that Li Zhizheng on the stage did not use his full strength, and the Changyang meridian was injured.

Chang Yang forced out the remaining Kunlun Taoism in his body, slowly straightened up, looked at Li Zhizheng, and gently pulled his cheeks: "Do you only have this one move?"

Li Zhizheng glanced at the stands from the corner of his eye. He couldn't bear to waste time on this kind of competition, but the other party challenged him twice. For his own sake, he was determined to crush him completely.

He said: "One move."

Opposite Chang Yang heard this and looked at him.

Li Zhizheng's sword blade was covered with frost: "This move ends the competition."

Everyone in the audience suddenly noticed that the weather had turned cold. This kind of cold was not simply cold that could be resisted with spiritual power, but more like freezing directly into human bones.

Ping Qingyun let out a sigh of relief in the crowd, and even noticed the appearance of white gas. He looked worriedly at the stage, thinking that Chang Yang, who was in the center, might be afraid that the situation would be even worse.

Ice and snow suddenly began to fall from mid-air on the entire stage.

Li Zhizheng made a move with his sword, and the space seemed to be frozen. Light snowflakes fell on the blade of his sword and was cut in half. One half stayed on the blade and turned into ice, and the other half fell to the ground silently.

"The second level of Kunlun's Taoist intention is to offer frost and blood to the moon!"

The head of the sword hall thought that Li Zhizheng's ability to use the Kunlun Dao intention was enough to surprise him because of his excellent talent, but he did not expect that he could also use the second level of the Kunlun Dao intention!
You must know that even within the Kunlun Sect, only the Zangyou monks who have stayed at the Snow Peak of Sword Palace for many years can realize the second level of Kunlun Dao, and Li Zhizheng is the peak of the late Jindan period.

He sighed: "This time, your student will still lose."

Seeing that the deacon's face was not good-looking, the head of the sword hall comforted him: "She still has a chance to pass the next round of assessment."

But Li Zhizheng should have gone to Tianzi class.

……

Changyang felt a huge threat the moment Li Zhizheng made his move. She clenched the handle of the sword tightly, circulated her spiritual power, and took a deep breath.

The figure of Hongying Sanren suddenly appeared in her mind.

"Changyang, remember the mental method I taught you."

"Gu Yuan thinks about the spirit, knocks to the sky and hears the sound, and the clouds rise from the mountains."

This is the original mental method of the Hehuan Sect. Changyang has run it in the Ling Mansion over and over again, so familiar that it is as natural as breathing.

She turned her mind with her side sword, and the last remaining Kunlun Dao intention was expelled from her body, and the frost on her eyebrows immediately melted away.

The ice flowers falling in mid-air melted before they even got close to her.

Chang Hua, who was in the spiritual platform, saw this and thought to himself: The new sword belongs to fire and can suppress ice. Coupled with Chang Yang's mental skills, it may be able to resist the opponent's sword repair move.

On the competition stage, ice flowers rustled down. Li Zhizheng came forward with his sword, aiming straight for Chang Yang's neck. She raised her sword to block it.

The second level of Kunlun Dao Intent is almost several times that of the first level.

Changyang felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, her mental skills were operating to the extreme, spiritual power was infused into the sword, and the fire patterns on the blade seemed to come alive, turning into scorching fire and rushing towards Li Zhizheng.

The two faced each other with swords, a duel of ice and fire.

Li Zhizheng finally had a trace of surprise in his eyes and looked at Chang Yang. He did not expect that the other party could block the sword.

However, that's the end of it.

Li Zhizheng turned his face slightly, his sword intent surged again, and he swung his sword again.

Similarly, Changyang also tried to use the scabbardless sword to fully activate the fiery sword intent, but unexpectedly felt blocked.

That resistance came from the sword in her hand, resisting Chang Yang's continued use of the sword's power.A pause at a critical moment is enough to kill someone.

Her sword intention couldn't help but stagnate slightly.

Li Zhizheng's second sword has come, and Chang Yang can only fight it.

The two sword intents swayed with a bang, and the four stone pillars on the competition stage exploded and scattered to the ground. The onlookers in the audience stepped back one after another.

Chang Yang was hit in the chest, flew backwards, and hit the edge of the table hard.Her sternum was sunken several times and she was forced to prop herself up with her elbows. A large amount of blood silently gushes out of her mouth.

Li Zhizheng looked at Chang Yang who stood up again, his eyebrows furrowed. In his opinion, she was just holding on.

"You can't beat me." Li Zhizheng's slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Chang Yang propped his sword on the ground and swayed. Hearing this, he raised his head and smiled with blood: "You still have five moves."

Li Zhizheng stared at the female cultivator opposite him for a long time, then drew his sword again, still using all his strength and not holding back.

The frost and cold on the stage became more and more biting, and the snow was half a finger thick.

Chang Yang swung his sword again and again, feeling the resistance of the unsheathed sword in his hand.

There is no room for mistakes in the duel. This kind of obstruction is not obvious at ordinary times, but it prevents her from exerting her full strength at critical moments, causing a certain defeat.

"Seventh move." Li Zhizheng lowered his hand and held the sword on his side, blood dripping from the tip of the sword and blending into the snow.

Changyang's left hand was bloody, and she pressed it hard on the snow. She grabbed it hard, and the red frost and snow squeezed out from between her fingers.

She stood staggeringly on the stage again, covered in snow and blood.

"This..." The master of the sword hall in the stands was speechless for a moment. The fifth-level female cultivator below was able to block the second level of Kunlun's Taoism, which already surprised him enough, but he didn't expect that she could persist for so long. He sighed, "This There is a good young talent for the fifth-level sword cultivator."

Chang Hua, who was in the spiritual platform, clicked his tongue: "An ordinary sword is so arrogant, what kind of crap is it?"

"Junior, I will only write it once, so you can read it clearly."

Changhua suddenly pulled Changyang into the world of his pen. She was half-floating in front of the desk, writing in one stroke.

The movement of spiritual energy in the entire bamboo forest was clearly visible. Changyang looked at these spiritual energy and finally followed the words they fell on the paper.

—— Royal.

"Do you see clearly?" Changhua put down the last stroke, turned to look at her and said, "You don't have enough time to practice, so you can only rely on your own understanding."

Changyang looked at the words on the paper for a long time, sketching them over and over in his mind.

"Go." Changhua waved his sleeves, sent the person out, and reminded, "Don't use my pen, you can't bear it now."

The world in the pen only lasts for a moment, but once Changhua takes action, he will consume a lot of spiritual energy.

Chang Yang came to her senses. The spiritual power in her body was on the verge of being exhausted. She took out the spiritual stone given by Ping Qingyun and directly crushed it to replenish it.

Opposite her, Li Zhizheng did not move, watching her use spiritual stones to replenish her spiritual power: "You are wasting your efforts."

After the Ling Mansion's spiritual energy was mostly restored, Chang Yang held his sword in front of him, looking down at the sword in his hand, still gorgeous and proud.

The wound on Changyang's left wrist made by Li Zhizheng's sword opened as the spiritual power circulated, and blood flowed into her palm.

She didn't even need to pick up ink, she just touched her bloody palm with her fingers, and her fingertips were stained with blood ink.

Chang Yang used two fingers of his left hand to make ink with blood, touched it on the sword body, and slowly wrote down the word "roy" that he had sketched several times in his memory.

He stopped writing until the end, and the words disappeared from the sword instantly after they were completed.

——Yuzi Town.

The last resistance created by this sword was completely suppressed.

Opposite her, Li Zhizheng finally noticed something strange at the moment she formed the character Changyang, and her aura changed.

He suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

Chang Yang raised his eyes and looked at Li Zhizheng: "There are three more moves."

Li Zhizheng's eyebrows twitched, and he no longer hesitated, and struck out the second level of Kunlun's Taoist meaning: "Frost and blood offer the moon."

Compared with the previous moves, his sword intent was ten percent stronger.

Changyang dragged his sword forward to meet him. The tip of the sword made a deep mark in the snow on the table. He used the most basic sword of the Hehuan Sect.

Two majestic swords collided fiercely, and the snow beneath their feet was suddenly blasted several feet high. This scene seemed familiar, so familiar, but the result changed.

Li Zhizheng was forced to retreat three feet!

"You..." Li Zhizheng looked at Chang Yang suddenly.

Chang Yang continued to attack: "There are two more moves, I won't lose."

Li Zhizheng was finally aroused to fight. The two exchanged blows back and forth. The ten moves had already been exceeded. Changyang's body was stained with blood and there were not many injuries visible, but Li Zhizheng also suffered several wounds.

I was even pushed to the edge of the table twice.

Ping Qingyun in the audience looked at the two people on the stage who were fighting crazy, with anxiety on his face: If the beating continues like this, Chang Yang will be seriously injured again.

Li Zhizheng spat out a mouthful of blood and swept it across the other side, seeming to spit out the blood all over Changyang. His eyes were solemn and he said hoarsely: "You can be my opponent."

There was no wind at his feet and he automatically raised his sword high. The sky and the earth changed color, and the clouds gathered. With a wave of his hand, he slashed diagonally towards Changyang with the force of the world and the heavy sword intention.

"The third level of Kunlun Dao's will! No... it's not stable enough." The head of the sword hall almost felt that he couldn't understand these two students today.

Changyang crushed the last high-grade spiritual stone and tried her best to absorb and replenish the spiritual energy. She did not retreat at all and faced him fearlessly again.

"...knock on the sky and hear the sound, and the mountains and clouds will rise!"

Suddenly there was a flash of thunder in the dense clouds, which shocked everyone into silence. The dark clouds rolled wildly, seeming to press down from the sky to the ground.

The two finally faced each other completely!

The two sword intents had surpassed the normal level of golden elixirs. As soon as they came against each other, the wind blew wildly, the spiritual energy shook, and the entire competition platform shattered with a bang.

In the end, Li Zhizheng was hit by Chang Yang's sword, and Chang Yang was also hit by Li Zhizheng's third Kunlun Sword Intent.

The gravel dust and smoke dispersed, and both of them fell to the ground unconscious.

Everyone: "..."

In Tianyi Academy, the master of Tianquan Star Peak talks about the Dharma at the end of the month as usual.

"what!!!"

Xie Jinling, who was in the second to last row, clenched her hands into fists and looked excited. She slammed the desk and stood up suddenly.

All the monks in Tianyi Academy couldn't help but look at her. Even the young man sitting in the middle of the front row turned his head and looked at her in slight surprise.

Peak Master Tianquan Star looked at this naughty student, endured it again and again, and asked gently: "Xie Jinling, are you feeling unwell?"

Someone in the school sneered coldly: "I'm afraid my brain is not feeling well."

Xie Jinling clamped the viewing mirror that was about to fall down between her thighs, and said with a dry smile: "I think the peak master's speech was so good that I couldn't restrain myself in my excitement."

If she could listen, a sow could climb a tree.

Master Tianquan Peak naturally didn't believe it, but in the end he shook his head helplessly: "Come on, sit down."

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