Fantasy: Please don’t steal my chance again

Spirit Sword Sect.

In the square inside the mountain gate, many people gathered.

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

The disciples in Tsing Yi are unique, whether it is clothing or temperament, they all seem 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 was wearing a black robe, the other was wearing a green robe, and the two figures collided together, bursting out with unparalleled power, making everyone on the sidelines change color.

"Is this the battle between the core disciples of the Spirit Sea Realm, and the power is inevitably too terrifying!"

"Although I am already ten years old, I can't even take a move in front of them!"

"As soon as the people from Tianfeng Valley come, our Spirit Sword Sect will challenge our major core disciples, obviously to give us a dismount. "

"Hey, several strong core disciples led by Senior Brother Yang Miao are not in the sect, our Spirit Sword Sect has already lost a few games in a row, I don't know if we can win this one?"

"Senior Brother Bai Ye's strength has reached the fifth level of the Spirit Sea, his swordsmanship is profound, and he has comprehended sword intent, so it should be no problem to win this one. "

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

"A thousand water entanglements!"

Accompanied by the light drink of a young man in the Xuanrobe of the Spirit Sword Sect, his long sword swung out, conjuring up countless misty sword lights.

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

The expressions of the disciples of Tianfeng Valley who were against him changed greatly, and they wanted to break out of the range covered by the rain, but they were already one step slower, and they were added by the young man in the Xuan robe with several swords, and they directly vomited blood and exited.

"Won!"

Seeing the Xuan-robed young man win, the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect below suddenly lit up, and their expressions cheered excitedly.

"It's worthy of Senior Brother Bai Ye, so strong!"

"Even among the core disciples of the strong Ruyun, Senior Brother Bai Ye can be regarded as a master, okay?

"Finally brought back a city for 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 said to the group of green shirt disciples below: "Xun Ao, you go to him." "

"Yes!"

Among the green-shirted disciples of Tianfeng Valley, a tall young man with a wild temperament walked out, with a sneer on his face, strode into the field, and said to the Xuanpao Bai Ye: "I'll teach Your Excellency the high moves." "

Bai Ye nodded slightly, held the 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 didn't panic, and stood in place vigilantly guarding left and right.

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

"Wind Breaker!"

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

The white night face sank like water, took a deep breath, and swayed out the blue sword light, facing the wind on his legs.

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

The sharp-eyed disciple saw it clearly, and couldn't help but whisper: "This person's boots are specially made, comparable to Xuan-rank treasures!"

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

The tall young man's leg technique is too powerful, and with the special Xuanjie boots, the leg strength stimulated is even more terrifying than the sword light of an ordinary martial artist.

Bai Ye's swordsmanship was feminine, and he happened to be restrained by such a fierce martial arts, and he was suddenly defeated and retreated.

Bai Ye took a few steps back, gritted his teeth, and repeated the previous killing move of defeating the previous opponent.

"A thousand waters are entwined. "

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

"The wind rises!"

The tall young man had already seen Bai Ye's move, and with a cold snort, his leg technique was used to sway the whole person.

In an instant, a hurricane erupted from the altar for no reason.

In a trance, everyone seemed to see a magnificent scene of a wilderness, a strong wind passing, and all the plants and trees lodging.

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

"Senior Brother White Night defeated?!"

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect exclaimed in surprise, a little incredulous.

Bai Ye's face was also full of unwillingness, staring at the tall young man and asking: "We have the same realm, and the comprehension level of martial arts artistic conception is almost the same, all of them are about one percent, even if your exercises are restrained against me, why can you defeat me so easily?!"

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

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

"What?!"

Bai Ye was stunned on the spot, muttering for a moment before leaving the scene with a frustrated face.

In the stands, the old man in the 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 inferior martial intent is mostly feng shui, earth and fire, just like the rain sword intent of you, a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect. Of course, there are also strong martial arts such as thunder and lightning, even if they are in the lower grade, they can be comparable to the middle grade.

Medium-grade martial intent is imagery martial intent, such as the rising sun, the moon sinking in the east, the mighty long river and so on. Xun Ao's leg martial intent looked like the wind martial intent in the inferior martial intent, but it was actually the image martial intent that he comprehended by watching the wind sweeping the plain.

Majestic, unstoppable.

Those who can comprehend the martial intent of the middle grade can be regarded as a genius among geniuses, and there may not be one among the ten people who comprehend the artistic conception of martial arts.

Xun Ao can comprehend, it is his luck.

The top-grade martial intent is the emotional martial intent, and the emotions that can easily affect a living creature in the radius can be regarded as one in a million, 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 top grade is not more than one palm, and the young disciples have never heard of it.

As for the top-level martial intent..."

The navy blue robed old man paused, shook his head and said, "When it comes to the great avenues such as the cycle of life and death, it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I have never heard of it, so don't mention it." "

Elder Xing, who was sitting next to the old man, said lightly: "The martial intent grade is one thing, and how the comprehension person uses it is also one thing. What I comprehend is the inferior martial intent, do you dare to try it with me?"

The old man's tone was suffocated, and he brushed his sleeves and said, "Can't you have a good chat?"

Obviously, Elder Xing's strength was also quite jealous.

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

"No more disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect dare to come to the stage?"

There was a commotion at the bottom, but no one came forward.

There is no way, Yang Miao and other core disciples above the seventh or eighth level of the Linghai are not there, Bai Ye is already the strongest combat power among the core disciples, once he is defeated, no one is Xun Ao's opponent.

Seeing that no one dared to come to the stage, Xun Ao shook his head and said, "I thought that the Spirit Sword Sect and my Tianfeng Valley were equally famous, and there were countless masters in the door, so I could have a good time when I came here this time." But I never thought that the disciples were all guts rats, it was really boring!"

"You .."

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