Changyang

"He didn't stay and watch from a distance this time." Shang Rong said, looking at the people below the ring.

When Meng Zhengchen returned to the star realm, he had missed the first two life-and-death battles in Changyang. He looked down and asked strangely: "Who?"

Before Shang Rong could speak, there was another commotion from the side of the crowd. The monks moved out of the way, and Jiang Hong, who was wearing white with black stripes, was walking slowly.

He took off the face that he had disguised on the boundary cliff, but he actually had an ordinary appearance, even a mediocre physique, and did not have the upright temperament of a swordsman. He was a person who could be instantly submerged in the crowd.

Nowadays...it seems more ordinary.

"His aura is much more restrained than before, hiding his soul in his chest." Shang Rong looked at him for a moment and then said, "He has become stronger. He must have encountered a good opportunity in the Star Tomb."

Meng Zhengchen's eyes fell on the other person: "Chang Yang doesn't seem to have changed much."

Although the upper five levels of the star world have ushered in a wave of advancement, not everyone has the opportunity to realize it, and a few monks have gained very little.

"She entered the inheritance space. Didn't she succeed in inheriting?" Meng Zhengchen thought thoughtfully, "I heard from the peak master two days ago that she seemed to have something to do with the inheritance of the throne. Why hasn't she advanced yet?"

Shang Rong glanced at Fu Zhaowei on the other side of the crowd: "Maybe it's the same as that person, the advancement movement is too big, and it takes time to prepare for the thunder disaster."

"Impossible, her spiritual power is too stable, and there is no sign of improvement." Meng Zhengchen judged from the perspective of a seasoned medical practitioner.

He learned that Changyang had not advanced during this period. Before coming, he thought he would see a Changyang who suppressed the overflow of the spirit palace, but it turned out that her aura was very stable.

For example, the spiritual energy lingering around Fu Zhaowei was vaguely chaotic and kept getting closer to him. This was because he was suppressing the advancement and his spiritual energy was almost overflowing, thus interfering with the surrounding spiritual energy.

"There is a difference of two levels between the late stage of Jin Dan and the middle stage of Nascent Soul. This life and death battle is a bit interesting." Shang Rong leaned on the railing and asked in amusement, "Who do you bet on winning?"

Meng Zhengchen thought for a while and muttered: "It's hard to say."

In terms of cultivation alone, Jiang Hong must crush Chang Yang, but Chang Yang... always feels difficult to judge directly.

While the hall masters in the stands were chatting, Jiang Hong had already walked to the life and death arena and stood face to face with Chang Yang. He stared at her for a long time. There was neither arrogance nor fear in his eyes. He was surprisingly calm. , then turned and walked towards the ring.

Except for the initial eye contact with Fu Zhaowei, after Jiang Hong appeared, Changyang focused all his attention on him, and now he followed him without hesitation.

Fu Zhaowei looked at her neat and tidy back, his expression unchanged, as if he was just passing by to take a look.

At least in Ping Qingyun's view, that's the case.

"The difference of two steps should be fine." Ping Qingyun muttered in a low voice, "I also killed the Golden Core cultivator in two steps before."

Someone nearby couldn't help but interrupt: "Fellow Taoist, Yuanying and Jindan are not of the same magnitude."

Ping Qingyun clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and prayed, completely ignoring others.

Seeing that they were asking for trouble, the surrounding monks shut up angrily and returned their attention to the arena of life and death.

Jiang Hong and Chang Yang walked towards the ring one behind the other. Before she could fully step on, Jiang Hong in front suddenly turned around and rushed forward, shooting a sword from his wide cuffs.

He is a sword cultivator, so the sword he holds in his hand is naturally a sword. However, this sword is so fast that it can only be described as "shooting".

A flash of silver light made Changyang feel blurry at the end of his eyes, almost mistaken for the glare of the scorching sun. At the critical moment, his body instinctively smelled a ray of danger, and his spiritual power was instilled in his feet. In conjunction with the mental method he had silently recited countless times, he used a ghost. Yanbu moved sideways to the edge of the ring, and at the same time turned his wrist and swung his unsheathed sword to resist.

Changyang's movements were not slow, and she was even so fast that the monks under the life and death arena didn't understand what was happening. They only saw her figure suddenly turn into smoke and move along the edge of the arena.

"Zheng——Qiang——"

The sound of the sword's blade rubbing against each other was harsh and sharp.

However, Chang Yang could not completely resist Jiang Hong's sudden sword.

The blade was as soft as a willow, and it swung straight around the unsheathed sword. It was so fast that it was hard to see its true appearance, leaving only an afterimage like light. The tip of the blade came after her, and stabbed her neck, leaving a long streak in her neck. Long bloodstains.

At that moment, Chang Yang clearly heard a "hissing" sound from the wrapped soft sword, like a snake spitting out messages after tasting blood, and it was emitting excitement and madness.

The audience was in an uproar. No one expected that the battle of life and death would come so quickly.

Chang Yang didn't have time to think, so he moved to the center of the ring, drew out his unsheathed sword, and tried to open the distance between the two.

But Jiang Hong did not give her a chance and followed closely. Although he had not practiced the Ghost Smoke Step, his figure was so natural that he was like a willow blowing in the wind, silently approaching his opponent.

The sword cultivators who fought against each other in Changyang in the past all used their swords to break through the peaks. When wielded, they were as heavy as a jade sword, and when blocked, they were as solid as a rock.

The sword in Jiang Hong's hand was too soft, almost like a sword.

Not like a whip either.

It came from all directions, as if it had laid a dragnet in the sky. Chang Yang held the unsheathed sword and felt as if the sword was drowning in water. She couldn't even see its appearance clearly.

"hiss--"

When Jiang Hong approached again and the sword in his hand stabbed half an inch into her abdomen, Chang Yang suddenly stopped regardless of the wound. Her left hand was covered with a faint spiritual power and she directly grasped the blade firmly. She looked along the blade and finally See clearly what the sword looks like.

The handle of the sword is a silver snake with a wide mouth. The snake's mouth swallows the sword body. The blade is made of mithril. It is extremely thin and soft, but extremely tough.

Not only could she see it clearly, but everyone in the stands and under the ring could also see it clearly.

"Snake Willow Sword!" The master of the sword hall slammed the railing and said excitedly, "Jiang Hong has obtained such a good sword!"

Meng Zhengchen didn't know much about swords, so he couldn't help but ask Shang Rong next to him: "What sword?"

Shang Rong looked down and explained casually: "When it moves, it is as silent as a willow entangling people. When it attacks, it is as fast and fierce as a snake. When it is taken, the sword makes a hissing sound, so it is called Snake Willow Sword. This sword is comparable to the top ten famous swords."

Meng Zhengchen was a little surprised: "I've never heard of it."

He has also seen the ranking album of some magical weapons in the Four Realms. Swords that can rival the top ten famous swords should be quite famous, so it stands to reason that he would know some about them. "The fame of a famous sword is not only the sword itself, but also the aura of its previous sword holders." Shang Rong glanced at the sword in Jiang Hong's hand, "Some swords, lacking such opportunities, have declined to this day. The few who have known about them have declined. Talent knows.”

In the arena of life and death, Jiang Hong had already pulled out the tip of the sword from Changyang's abdomen. The sharp edge cut through the spiritual energy in her palm, directly breaking through the flesh and blood, and damaging her finger bones.

When Chang Yang slashed with his sword, he did not retreat completely. Instead, with a movement of his wrist and arm, the Snake Willow Sword wrapped around her arm again, like an armband, but every time it was wrapped around, it was embedded in the flesh and blood, almost Cut the arm into several pieces.

Another palm's spiritual power repels her sword.

Jiang Hong is like a poisonous snake buried in the bush. He is usually quiet and unnoticed, but at critical moments he bursts out and bites his prey.

The audience suddenly burst into sighs. They had watched the first two life-and-death battles, and had never seen Changyang so helpless to fight back and lose every move.

"At this rate, I'm afraid she won't be able to leave."

"After all, it is the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Before entering the Star Tomb, only some monks from Tianyi and Tianer had such cultivation."

Most of the monks who came to watch today were from the lower five levels, and their moods were more complicated. They were envious of Changyang, but also hoped that she could go further.

After all, she was once a member of the lower five layers, which left the lower five layers with thoughts: It turns out that the lower five layers can also defeat the upper five layers, even the Tianzi monks.

Chang Yang didn't know what the people in the audience were thinking. There was a two-level difference between her and Jiang Hong. In terms of cultivation level, it should have been a problem for her to even make moves, but she was too used to this kind of coercion.

Not to mention Qu Xiao, who had personally taught her, even Fu Zhaowei, who had helped her with moves, was far above the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

This pressure is not enough to affect her.

only……

At this moment, Chang Yang was trying his best to resist the chaos in the Ling Mansion, and almost couldn't even take care of Jiang Hong on the opposite side.

From the moment she swung the sword, the golden sea in her spiritual palace was used to churning, mobilizing the cold spiritual power when she drew the sword to a great extent, but today it was different.

There was an undetectable black hole in her golden core. When the spiritual sea boiled, it suddenly swallowed up most of the spiritual power, causing the power of the sword to weaken rapidly.

The faster Changyang attacks, the more spiritual energy it consumes.

If this continued, the spiritual sea would be swallowed up in a short time, and she could only try her best to suppress the sword moves, which also resulted in Jiang Hong being able to injure her.

"Senior." Changyang had no choice but to call out to Changhua. The black hole was devouring him so fast that she had no way to resist.

In the stands, Shang Rong slowly straightened up and frowned: "She is confused."

Today's performance of Changyang can be described as "terrible", but just before, Shang Rong still had confidence in Changyang.

The strong ambition in her eyes and the surging murderous intent all over her body are all the undertones of victory.

However, her always firm sword stance was disrupted just now.

This is not the state a qualified swordsman should have.

"I'll seal it temporarily. Get out quickly."

Changhua's spirit body appeared in Changyang Lingfu. She floated in the golden sea, stretched out two fingers, and moved them slightly, a dazzling golden spiritual power broke out of the sea.

Her arms were as steady as a mountain, and she could only move her wrists. She used two fingers to dip her spiritual power into the air and used ink to write out a single word. Then she gave a loud shout and pushed the golden elixir with her palms.

--seal up!

The word was extremely majestic and like a winding mountain. When it was pushed away, it instantly enveloped the golden elixir, including the black hole.

Chang Yang immediately realized that her spiritual power was no longer being lost. Her eyes sharpened, and with a flick of her wrist, she raised the sheathless sword. When Jiang Hong struck with all his strength, the sword slanted into his thigh, and she flicked it casually, seemingly lightly. In fact, it was a heavy blow that disrupted his bottom plate and gained a slight chance of turning around.

Jiang Hong felt as if his thigh bone had been broken, which was an unbearable pain.

However, Chang Yang suddenly turned the sword's edge. It was obviously not a soft sword, but the wrist turned too fast, and the sword seemed to be shaking softly. He raised his hand and practiced several sword moves one after another, and struck Jiang Hong's right hand, like a lightning silver snake piercing the sky. , and quickly like a dragonfly touching the water, hitting his tendon.

Jiang Hong failed to hold the sword firmly, and Chang Yang finally rescued his arm from the Snake Willow Sword.

"it is good!"

The master of the sword hall couldn't help but cheer. This combo was so precise and beautiful, without any cumbersome movements. Even he couldn't guarantee that it would be so clean.

Under the ring, Fu Zhaowei silently looked up at Chang Yang's combo. No one knew that he had seen it countless times in a small courtyard thousands of years ago.

Jiang Hong didn't hold the sword firmly and quickly stepped back to adjust, but Chang Yang didn't move.

even……

She lowered her hand holding the sword, as if she was exhausted.

Jiang Hong's heart sank, and he looked at Chang Yang across from him in surprise. He suspected that she was pretending to be like this on purpose.

"Junior, I can't seal it anymore!"

Changhua only had time to say this, and in an instant he returned to the green bamboo and jade pen, and there was no movement again.

The seal on the golden elixir was suddenly swallowed by the black hole, and it quickly absorbed the spiritual power in the Ling Mansion.

The veins in Chang Yang's hand holding the sword bulged out, and his whole body was covered with sweat in an instant.

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