Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

Spirit Sword Sect.

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

Among them were not only the Outer Sect disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect in blue and gray robes, but also a small number of disciples in green clothes.

The disciples in Tsing Yi are all in one body, no matter their clothing or temperament, compared with the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect around them, they look out of place.

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

One was wearing a black robe and the other was wearing a blue robe. The two Daoist figures collided together, bursting out with unparalleled power, which made everyone on the sidelines look shocked.

"Is this the battle between the core disciples in the Spirit Sea Realm? The power is too terrifying!"

"Although I have Innate Tenth Stage, but in front of them, I can't even take a move!"

"As soon as the people from Sky Wind Valley come, our Spirit Sword Sect will challenge our major core disciplines, obviously they want to give us a blow."

"Hey, several powerful "633" core disciples headed by Senior Brother Yang Miao are not in Sect. Our Spirit Sword Sect has lost several games in a row. I don't know if we can win this time?

"Brother Bai Ye's strength has reached Linghai Fifth Stage, his Sword Technique is profound, and he has comprehended Sword intent. It should be no problem to win this round."

The disciples were discussing, and the battle situation in the arena was almost clear.

"Thousands of water winding silk!"

Accompanied by the light drink of a young man in the Xuanpao of the Spirit Sword Sect, his long sword swung, transforming into countless watery Sword Rays.

There seemed to be a hazy drizzle falling on the competition stage, thousands of raindrops fell one after another, and every raindrop contained murderous intent.

The expression of the Tianfenggu disciples who were facing the enemy changed drastically. They wanted to rush out of the rain, but they were already a step too slow. The young man in the black robe added several swords to his body, and he vomited blood and left the field.

"Victory!"

Seeing the young man in Xuanpao win, the eyes of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect below suddenly lit up, and they cheered excitedly.

"As expected of Senior Brother Bai Ye, so strong!"

"Even in the core discipline where the strong are like clouds, can senior brother Bai Ye be considered a master? The general Linghai Six Seventh Stage is not his opponent!"

"Finally brought back a victory 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 called out the disciples in blue robes below by name: "Xun Ao, go and deal with him.

"yes!"

A tall young man with a wild temperament walked out of the blue-clothed disciples of Tianfeng Valley, with a sneer on his face, he strode into the arena, and said to Bai Ye in the black robe: "I'm here to learn from your excellency.

Bai Ye nodded slightly, holding a long sword, and said: "Please!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man who was caught by the big man disappeared on the field.

Bai Ye was startled, but he didn't panic, he stood there vigilantly guarding his left and right sides.

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

"Broken Legs!"

The wind on the legs was like a knife, as if a sharp weapon had fallen from the sky, and the strong wind brought by it hit the faces of the onlookers, which was extremely painful and moved people.

Bai Ye's face sank like water, he took a deep breath, and swayed blue Sword Ray, facing the wind of his legs.

Sword Ray collided with Leg Wind, making a sound like gold and iron.

A sharp-eyed disciple saw it clearly, and couldn't help shouting: "This person's boots are specially made, comparable to mysterious treasures!"

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

The tall young man's legs are too powerful, and with the special black boots, the leg strength inspired is even more terrifying than the sword ray of ordinary practitioners.

Bai Ye's Sword Technique is feminine, and it happened to be restrained by such a fierce and unparalleled martial art, and he immediately retreated steadily.

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

"Thousands of water wrapped around silk."

The drizzled Sword Ray reappears, but this time, it has a match.

"Wind blows!"

The tall young man had seen Bai Ye's move a long time ago, he snorted coldly, and using his kicks, he soared upwards.

In an instant, a hurricane blew up on the stage for no reason.

In a trance, a wilderness seemed to appear in front of everyone's eyes, with the wind blowing through and the magnificent scene of all the trees falling down.

Looking back, the sword ray rain had disappeared, and Bai Ye, who was holding a long sword, was kicked firmly on the chest by the tall young man, and flew backwards with a muffled grunt.

"Brother Bai Ye lost?!"

The disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect exclaimed, some couldn't believe it.

Bai Ye was also full of unwillingness, staring at the tall young man and asked: "We have the same Realm, and the level of comprehension of martial arts artistic conception is almost the same, both are around 10%. Even if your Cultivation Technique restrains me, why is it so? Easily defeat me?!"

Bai Ye couldn't figure it out, and neither could the disciples below.

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

"what?!"

Bai Ye froze on the spot, murmured for a moment, and then left the stage with a full face...

In the stands, the old man in a navy blue robe said with a smile: "As we all know, there are also different levels of artistic conception in martial arts.

Low-grade martial intents are mostly Feng Shui Earth Fire and the like, just like the Yusi Sword intent of your Spirit Sword Sect disciple. Of course, there are also martial arts that are as tyrannical as thunder and lightning, even if they are in the lower rank, they are comparable to the middle rank.

Middle-grade martial arts are images of martial arts, such as the rising sun, the sinking moon, the mighty river and so on. Xun Ao's martial arts looks like the wind-related martial arts in the low-grade martial arts, but it is actually the imagery martial arts he comprehended when he watched the violent wind sweeping the plain.

Majestic and overwhelming.

Those who can comprehend the artistic conception of martial arts are regarded as geniuses among geniuses, and there may not be one person who can comprehend the artistic conception of martial arts.

It was his luck that Xun Ao was able to comprehend.

High-grade martial intent is emotional martial intent, displaying an emotion that can easily affect a living creature in the surrounding area, it is considered one in a million, something that can be met but not sought after.

As far as I know, within the entire six sects, the total number of people who can comprehend high-grade martial arts is no more than one palm, and it has never been heard of among young disciples.

As for the top martial arts"

The old man in the navy blue robe paused for a moment, shook his head and said, "Samsara and other avenues involving life and death are once in a thousand years. I have never heard of them, so I don't care if I don't mention them."

Xing Elder, who was sitting next to the old man, said lightly: "The rank of martial arts is one aspect, and how the comprehended one uses it is also another aspect. What I comprehend is 0.3 low-rank martial arts. Do you dare to try to learn from me?"

The old man said in a tone of voice, "Can't we have a good chat?"

Obviously, he is also quite afraid of Xing Elder's strength.

At this time, Xun Ao in the arena had already started to challenge everyone.

"Does no disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect dare to take the stage?"

There was a commotion underneath, but no one stood up.

No way, Yang Miao and other core disciples above Eighth Stage of Linghai Seventh Stage are not there. Bai Ye is already considered the strongest combat force in the core discipline. Once he is defeated, no one can match Xun Ao.

Seeing that no one dared to come up to the stage, Xun Ao shook his head and said, "I thought that the Spirit Sword Sect was as famous as my Tianfeng Valley, and there were countless masters in the sect. This time I came here to fight happily. But I never thought that the disciples in the sect were all cowards. It's boring!"

"you!.."

These words aroused many Spirit Sword Sect disciples to be filled with righteous indignation and stare at him. .