Fantasy: Please don’t rob me of my chance

Spirit Sword Sect.

On the square inside the mountain gate, many people gathered around.

Among them, there were not only inner and outer disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect dressed in blue robes and gray clothes, but also a small number of disciples wearing blue robes.

The Qingyi disciples were unique, whether it was clothing or temperament, they were out of place compared to the surrounding Spirit Sword Sect disciples.

At this time, there were two people fighting in the center of the crowd.

One wearing a Xuan robe and the other wearing a blue robe, the two figures collided together, bursting out with a powerful and unparalleled power, which made everyone on the sidelines change color.

“Is this a battle between the core disciples of the Spirit Sea Realm? The power is also too terrifying! ”

“Although I have been born ten, in front of them, I can’t even take a move!”

“As soon as the people of Tianfeng Valley come to our Spirit Sword Sect, they will challenge our major core disciples, obviously they want to give us a dismount.”

“Hey, several strong core disciples led by Senior Brother Yang Miao are not in the sect, and our Spirit Sword Sect has already lost several games in a row, I wonder if this one can be won?”

“Senior Brother Bai Ye’s strength has reached the fifth level of the Spirit Sea, the sword technique is profound, and he has comprehended the sword intent, it should be no problem to win this one.”

The disciples were talking, and the battle situation in the field was almost clear.

“A thousand waters wrapped in silk!”

Accompanied by the light drink of a young man in the Xuan robe of the Spirit Sword Sect, his long sword swung out, transforming into countless misty sword lights.

There seemed to be a hazy light rain on the competition platform, and thousands of rain strands fell one after another, and there was a murderous intention hidden in each rain silk.

The disciple of Tianfeng Valley who was facing the enemy changed his expression drastically, and he wanted to rush out of the rain shrouded range, but he was already one step slower, and was added by the Xuan-robed young man’s sword, and directly vomited blood to exit.

“Win!”

Seeing the Xuan-robed youth win, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect below suddenly brightened their eyes and cheered with excitement.

“It’s worthy of Senior Brother Bai Ye, it’s so strong!”

“Even among the core disciples who are as strong as clouds, can Senior Brother Bai Ye be considered a master? The general point of Spirit Sea Six and Seven Layers is not his opponent! ”

“Finally brought back a city to our Spirit Sword Sect, Senior Brother Bai Ye is mighty!”

At this time, an old man in a navy blue robe sitting on the highest stand smiled slightly, and nodded to the group of blue-shirted disciples below: “Xun Ao, you go to him.” ”

“Yes!”

Among the blue-shirted disciples of Tianfeng Valley, a tall young man with a wild temperament walked out, sneered, strode into the field, and said to the white night of Xuan Robe: “I will come to receive your master’s high moves.” ”

Bai Ye nodded slightly, holding a long sword, and said, “Please!” ”

As soon as the words fell, the tall young man suddenly disappeared on the field.

Bai Ye was startled, but he did not panic, standing in place vigilantly to guard against the left and right.

Suddenly, a figure fell from the sky, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking wind.

“Wind Breaking Legs!”

The wind in his legs was like a knife, like a sharp weapon falling from the sky, and the strong wind brought by it blew on the faces of the onlookers, which was extremely painful and moving.

Bai Ye’s face was as heavy as water, he took a deep breath, and wielded the blue sword light of the Dao, facing the wind in his legs.

The sword light and the leg wind collided together, making a sound like gold and iron.

The sharp-eyed disciple saw it sincerely, and couldn’t help but whisper: “This person’s boots are specially made, comparable to Xuanjian treasures!” ”

At this time, Bai Ye had begun to show a decline under the fierce legs of the tall young man.

The tall young man’s leg technique is too powerful, and coupled with the special Xuanjian boots, the leg strength aroused is even more terrifying than the sword light of ordinary martial artists.

Bai Ye’s sword technique was feminine, and it happened to be restrained by such a fierce and unparalleled martial arts, and he was suddenly defeated.

Bai Ye took a few steps back, gritted his teeth, and repeated the killing move that he had defeated the previous opponent.

“A thousand waters wrapped in silk.”

The drizzling sword light reappeared, but this time, it ran into its opponent.

“The wind rises!”

The tall young man had already seen Bai Ye’s move, snorted coldly, and the whole person swung up with his leg technique.

In an instant, a hurricane spawned for no reason on the Bidou Platform.

In a trance, everyone seemed to have a magnificent scene in front of their eyes, with fierce winds passing through and all the vegetation falling.

Looking back again, the sword light and rain in the sky had disappeared, and Bai Ye, who was holding the long sword, was kicked on the chest by the tall young man, and flew out backwards with a muffled snort.

“Senior Brother Bai Ye has lost?!”

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect exclaimed, a little unable to believe it.

Bai Ye was also full of unwillingness, staring at the tall young man and asking: “We have the same realm, and the degree of comprehension of martial arts artistic conception is not much different, all of them are about one percent, even if your exercises are restrained to me, why can you defeat me so easily?!” ”

Bai Ye couldn’t figure it out, and the disciples below couldn’t figure it out.

The tall young man smiled slightly, and said proudly: “Because the martial arts artistic conception I have comprehended is stronger than your sword intent!” Higher grade! ”

“What?!”

Bai Ye was stunned on the spot, muttering for a moment in his mouth, and then exited with a frustrated face.

On the stands, the old man in a navy blue robe said with a smile: “As we all know, the artistic conception of martial arts is also divided into high and low grades.

The lower grade martial intent is mostly feng shui, earth and fire, just like the rain silk sword intent of your disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect. Of course, there are also strong martial intentions such as thunder and lightning, even if they are in the lower grade, they can be comparable to the middle grade.

Zhongpin martial meaning is the image of martial meaning, such as the first rising sun, the moon of the eastern sinking, the mighty long river and so on. Xun Ao’s leg martial intent looked like the wind in the lower grade martial intention, but it was actually the image martial intent he comprehended by watching the violent wind sweeping the plain.

The atmosphere is majestic and unstoppable.

Those who can comprehend the martial arts of the middle grade are considered geniuses among geniuses, and one of the ten people who comprehend the artistic conception of martial arts may not be able to be one.

Xun Ao can comprehend that it is his luck.

Shangpin martial intention is emotional martial intention, and the display can easily affect the emotions of a living creature in Fang Yuan, which can be regarded as one in a thousand miles, which can be encountered but not sought.

As far as I know, within the entire six sects, the total number of people who can comprehend the martial intent of the upper grade is not more than one palm, and the young disciples have never heard of it.

As for the top martial arts…”

The navy blue robed old man paused and shook his head: “Involving the avenue of life and death reincarnation, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I have never heard of it, so don’t mention it.” ”

Elder Xing, who was sitting next to the old man, spoke lightly: “The martial intent grade is one thing, and how the comprehend uses it is also one thing. What I comprehend is the lower grade martial intention, do you dare to try it with me? ”

The old man’s tone was suffocated, and he flicked his sleeves and said, “Can’t you chat properly?” ”

Obviously, Elder Xing’s strength was also quite jealous of him.

At this time, Xun Ao in the field had already begun to challenge everyone.

“Does no more disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect dare to come to power?”

There was a commotion below, but no one came forward.

No way, Yang Miao and other core disciples above the seventh and eighth levels of the Spirit Sea are not there, Bai Ye is already regarded as the strongest combat power among the core disciples, once he loses, no one is Xun Ao’s opponent.

Seeing that no one dared to take the stage, Xun Ao shook his head and said, “I thought that the Spirit Sword Sect and my Tianfeng Valley were as famous, and there were countless masters in the gate, so I could come here this time to fight hard.” But I never thought that the disciples were all fearless rats, which was really boring! ”

“You !..”

These words aroused the indignation of many disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect and glared at them angrily.