flying sword

Chapter 19 Strong Enemy
Following Xin Jiuli's victory, some truly powerful disciples also made their moves one after another, and soon there were only eight disciples left to decide the winner. At this time, only five disciples including Xin Jiuli remained at the sixth level of the Yuan Kaijing a,

That is to say, after another round of competition against the sixth level of the Yuan Kaijing, it will officially end.

Taking advantage of an hour's rest time, Xin Jiuli returned to the open space early to meditate and adjust his breath. He recalled that the battle just now seemed simple, but in fact, that move had exhausted [-]% of his vitality. force.

Even now he couldn't figure it out, he was obviously going to use Feijian's lineage of Fengfengfengfenghunbajian to fight against the enemy.

Unexpectedly, after using half of the sword move, a sense of crisis suddenly came from the body, the sword move in his hand changed instantly, and he just used an inexplicable sword technique.

Even more unexpected is that he won!
Also won so easily!
At that moment, he seemed to have turned into a peerless sword, light and unrestrained, unpredictable.

He knew that it must be the sword spirit in his body that was causing trouble.

But at this moment, when he calmed down, he couldn't feel anything at all, which made Xin Jiuli quite annoyed, and finally had no choice but to give up resentfully.

But the sword just now shocked the other disciples.

It is also the same level, and the opponent is a master of blood.

What is it?That is the main way of killing, the bloodthirsty bloodthirsty and aggressive disciples of the sect, who is not hands covered with the blood of countless monsters, and Wu Yifei is the best among them.

He didn't even beat Xin Jiuli's sword.

Flying sword lineage, it's too scary...

"Senior brother Jiuli, your flying sword skills are really powerful. In the past, my younger brother had eyes but didn't know Mount Tai, so don't take offense if you offend me."

"Senior Brother Jiuli, congratulations. Next, I think you have a good chance to enter the top three."

"Haha, with Senior Brother Jiuli here, I think it won't be long before Feijian's lineage will revive!"

...

Several disciples around couldn't help but came up at this moment and greeted each other one by one.

Xin Jiuli responded with a few words naturally and modestly, but at this moment, a cold voice came over:

"Xin Jiuli, you are really hiding something. However, don't think that with your few sword skills, you really have the capital to be arrogant. If you meet me, Gui Jiu, I will let you know that you have offended me. The end of Jiu Ying's disciples."

He looked, and there was a voice from a man wearing a silver mask not far away, and not far away from the masked man was Zhu Yan.

"If Xin remembers correctly, you are also the top five disciples in the sixth level of the Yuan Kaiyuan Realm. As for whether I have the capital to be arrogant, you will know after the second round of competition is over."

Xin Jiuli turned his head and glanced at the masked man behind him, then said calmly.

"Okay, then I'll wait and see." The masked man's voice was extremely gloomy, and then fell silent.

The other disciples of several lines next to him naturally heard the contradictory words between Xin Jiuli and the masked man, and couldn't help but turn their faces away.

As the sun gradually began to set, a bell rang again at this time.

Xin Jiuli didn't react when he heard the bell, and still adjusted his breath on his own. In his opinion, if the disciples in front wanted to compete first, let them go first. Anyway, he was not in a hurry.

Finally, half a quarter of an hour later, he arrived at the square. At this time, fighting had already started in the two arenas, and one of the arenas was the masked man from before.

The man's body was full of black energy, and when he moved his hands and feet, he saw bursts of black energy emanating from his palms and hitting the man opposite him.

It was obvious that the man on the opposite side was very afraid of the black air emitted by the masked man, so he just tried his best to dodge, and he didn't even dare to fight back. At this moment, beads of sweat flowed out from his face.

"It's the spirit of the devil!!" Feng Daoyi on the jade platform in the sky couldn't help frowning.

"What, it's too abominable to practice such a vicious spell!"

Everyone behind heard the words and said with lingering fear.

"Junior Brother Xiao, it's inappropriate for your disciple to compete with this kind of spell?" Feng Dao turned to look at an old man with a dry face.

The old man's eyes were dull, his body seemed to be sucked dry, and he was so thin that he didn't look like a human being.

"Hmph, you told me the principle of respecting strength at the beginning, but now that you say it like that, it's like shooting yourself in the foot."

Although the old man surnamed Xiao looked old, his voice was unusually clear. If he didn't look at his appearance, he would definitely not be over 40 years old.

"Besides, my disciple almost died in the Warcraft Mountains in order to absorb the energy of the demon spirit. Why don't you say that, if you are not convinced, hey, just practice it yourself!"

As soon as the old man finished speaking, he rolled his eyes and pretended to be asleep, but no one paid any attention to him.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, but in the end no one said anything.

At this time, there was an obvious change on the ring. A black line appeared on the face of the masked man opponent. In the blink of an eye, a black spot appeared between the eyebrows, and soon the black line covered the entire face.

The man suddenly fell to the ground, twisted on the ring as if in extreme pain, and wailed loudly, which made everyone tremble with fear.

At this time, the masked man made a gesture with both hands with no expression on his face, and streaks of black air appeared from his palms again, and he was about to release it again.

"Stop, you have already won, there is no need to do it again."

A low shout came from the air, and the masked man felt a buzzing sound in his ears, and the black energy that originally appeared in the palm of his hand suddenly dissipated and disappeared.

He was startled and naturally stopped casting spells.

At the same time, there was a flash of fluctuation in the arena, and the uncle who presided over the arena appeared on the arena. After turning his head to look at the masked man's eyes, he clicked his tongue and said.

"At such a young age, it's not bad to be able to cultivate demon spirit energy for your own use! But the attack was too vicious, so hurry up and take out his remaining poison, or you won't be able to get rid of this kid's death if he dies."

The masked man snorted coldly, and then a flash appeared in front of the man. After taking a look at his black body, he frowned slightly, his hands turned into claws, and a black horse immediately shot out from the man's body. Flying, it turned into dots of black light and sank into the palm of the masked man.

After the man's body on the ground twitched a few times, the black air quickly dissipated, and he gradually regained some strength.

"Thank you uncle for saving me"

The young man finally stood up with a sigh of relief, but because of the invasion of the unknown black energy in his body, his face was naturally extremely pale.

"Go on, your body is damaged, don't fight with others for a few months."

"Yes"

The man agreed with an extremely ugly face, and after looking at the masked man with some resentment, he could only walk down the ring dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)