Chapter 103: Mu Fuyun, your pride has come to an end! ...
Liang Huailian still used the same method as when he faced Xu Qinyi just now, without reservation or restraint. It was completely impossible to tell that he had just been in a fierce battle and had many wounds on his body.
She rushed around recklessly and recklessly, shaking the entire trial field.
However, for a cultivator who has just reached the Nascent Soul stage, it seems like he has endless energy.
If it were someone else, people would probably think that they were overestimating their abilities or lacked rules and strategies.
But she is Liang Huailian, so impetuous and unreserved, which can only make people amazed and infected by her bold aura.
People, especially young people who have just embarked on the path to immortality, should express themselves freely like her, so as not to waste their passion.
Many disciples below were attracted by this atmosphere and couldn't help but pay more attention, worrying about the two as if they were there themselves.
Liang Daoheng was so excited that he could not sit still. He simply stood up from his seat, walked to the edge of the stands, and clasped his hands in front of his round and broad body, as if he was encouraging his precious daughter with his mind.
Seeing that Song Xinghe's spiritual power was being consumed more and more and he was also falling into a state of fatigue, the battle between the two was approaching the final stage of decisive victory.
Liang Daoheng became more and more nervous, his heart in his throat, and waved to the disciples beside him.
The disciples, dressed in red and gorgeously dressed, immediately understood the master's intention and quickly stood in a neat line, holding small golden gongs that they had taken out from somewhere.
They were standing at a higher position, and most of the Tianyan disciples who were immersed in the competition had not noticed it. Only the disciples of Wuding Sect and Taixu Sect, who knew the past behavior of their own leader and their own junior sister, caught it.
Zhan Yang's expressionless face twitched, and he took a few steps back calmly, retreating behind the other fellow disciples.
Cheng Yu and Ci Yiyuan looked at each other at the same time, then quickly looked away, one at the sky and the other at the ground. They seemed to be calm, but in fact they quietly covered their eyes with their hands.
Fortunately, when the master wanted to prepare these for other disciples, they all refused without exception.
Liang Huailian on the field was fully engaged and had no time to look around. After using a basic move of using the opponent's force to counterattack, he immediately changed his body shape and used the most offensive move "Blessing and Disaster are Dependent on Each Other" in the famous Wuxie Sword of Wuding Sect.
Just then, a burst of neat golden gong sounds came from the stands.
Clang clang clang——
Amid the earth-shaking sound of gongs and drums, the disciples' powerful and thrilling shouts came from above.
"Have compassion, have compassion, break through the limit!"
"Have compassion and be brave enough to reach the summit!"
Everyone was stunned and looked up at the same time, and saw the shocking team with excited young faces shouting with red faces.
Even Chen Tian, who was hiding in the bamboo forest and waiting for an opportunity, was startled and almost fell out from behind the bushes.
"Master Liang is truly..." Jiang Hanqiu was stunned and couldn't help but shook his head and sighed, "Unique."
Liang Huailian, who was drawing his sword below, felt his temples jump, and veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed. He had already used 100% of his sword strength, and now it was stimulated to use 120% of his strength.
"Shame on you!"
She roared and simply swung her sword with her eyes closed.
Song Xinghe had already prepared for the response, and his sword had already blocked in the direction of the "blessing and misfortune are interdependent" move, but he did not expect Liang Huailian to directly swing the sword out.
The sword was not aimed at him, but brushed past the right side of his Taoist robe, just in time to nail the corner of his right sleeve to the surface of the trial platform.
Caught off guard, Song Xinghe's movements were restricted for a moment, then he switched the sword to his left hand and continued to attack, while his right hand struggled hard, tore the corner of his sleeve and regained his freedom.
It was this momentary delay that gave Liang Huailian the opportunity.
In fact, she had reached her limit, but driven by instinct, she didn't think twice and inserted her bare hands into the empty gap, pressed directly in front of Song Xinghe, and reached out to hold his neck.
She was panting rapidly, with countless red bloodshot eyes, but she refused to give in at all.
"You, lost!"
Song Xinghe was still immersed in shock. Faced with her aggressiveness, he was stunned for a moment before calming down.
"Give up."
He gritted his teeth and said this, trying hard to suppress the shame in his heart that had never disappeared since he faced Mu Fuyun just now. He stood up straight and saluted her with a fist.
The result was beyond everyone's expectations. Song Xinghe shouldn't have lost.
But he was confused and unstable, and he met an opponent like Liang Huailian who didn't care about anything, so he was defeated.
Instructor Shen dropped the drumstick and announced the result.
"In this match, Liang Huailian of Taixu Sect wins."
"The next match will be between Liang Huailian of Taixu Sect and Mu Fuyun of Tianyan Sect."
After continuous competitions, several disciples were exhausted. So far, they had a record of one win and one loss. The next two competitions would be the key to determine the outcome.
The emotions of the disciples watching the game were already at a high point, and they were enthusiastically discussing the possible results. The disciples of the Wuding Sect who were supporting them from above were even more excited.
"Huai Lian Huai Lian rushed forward, and Wu Ding disciples followed closely!"
Liang Huailian was so tired that he just lay on the ground to take a rest. He jumped up at the sound and put his hands on his hips angrily: "Shut up, everyone! If anyone makes another sound, don't blame me for being merciless!"
The red-robed disciples fell silent immediately and all turned to look at the Sect Master.
Liang Daoheng covered his heart with his hands, looking hurt: "My Baoer has grown up and is no longer close to Daddy..."
The respected elders around him all showed subtle expressions, and Cang Yan even raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a very suspicious look.
Song Xinghe still had a competition with Xu Qinyi to prepare for. As soon as he got off the stage, he went to his reserved seat and sat down like everyone else, intending to use the break to heal his injuries and adjust his mentality.
But before he closed his eyes, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a figure hiding behind a stone half a person's height, Chen Tian.
Song Xinghe's whole body tensed up. He didn't close his eyes again, nor did he move his gaze deliberately. He still used his peripheral vision to catch his every move.
He was seen standing alone behind a stone, not too far from the trial platform. A few feet in front of him were the other disciples who had gathered to watch the competition.
His gaze fell on Mu Fuyun, who was walking away from Zhan Yao and heading towards the trial stage. His hands hanging by his sides were tucked into the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe, and it was unknown what he was hiding, as if he was ready to take action at any time.
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In the back hall, Mu Fuyue was hanging in front of the water mirror, looking at the situation on the trial platform through the water mirror with an expressionless face.
This was the first time she saw Mu Fuyun's strength with her own eyes after she woke up.
It was more powerful than she expected.
In this world, there are some people who are born to make others jealous. Her sister Mu Fuyun is such a person.
She tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and felt a fire burning painfully in her chest.
We can't wait any longer.
In her hand was the communication jade token that Chu Ye had prepared for her earlier. Now, as her soul was repaired more and more completely, she was no longer a phantom that could do nothing.
She picked up the jade token and first sent a message to Chu Ye. After receiving a response, she sent another message.
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On the trial platform, Liang Huailian's Qi Sea had run out of energy, and the strength he had just regained was only one-tenth or one-twelfth of it.
But when he met Mu Fuyun, he couldn't hide the excitement on his face.
"Mu Fuyun," she laughed, standing straight and motionless, exuding a dashing heroic spirit. "It's finally your turn. It just so happens that we've already competed twice. Some are injured, some are tired, so it's fair. Don't accuse me of bullying you later."
Somehow, Mu Fuyun felt that when he stood opposite Liang Huailian, his original calmness and composure were greatly diluted.
"As expected of Zhan Yao's rival since childhood."
Liang Huailian raised his eyebrows: "I thought you were praising me."
After saying that, the two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
The drums sounded, and the two people who were already close to their limits put their last bit of strength together to start the competition.
Mu Fuyun used the Fengban Liuyun Sword and Liang Huailian used the Wuxie Sword. Both were the simplest sword techniques in their respective sects. They should have been ordinary and not exciting at all.
But Liang Huailian was so desperate that he tore off a long piece of his robe because of the pain and bit it tightly in his mouth to prevent himself from delaying for a moment.
Mu Fuyun, who was always used to being reserved, also tightened his sleeves and tried his best to draw out the thin spiritual power from his exhausted sea of qi. His high ponytail swung in the wind from time to time, occasionally swinging to his cheeks, with one or two strands sticking to his lips, making him look both embarrassed and breathtaking.
Chu Ye, who had been quietly watching the situation on the stage from a high place, felt his heart jumping into his throat.
In his mustard seed bag, there were several kinds of Guyuan Pills with different effects, all prepared for Mu Fuyun.
He had three matches in one day, and his opponents were all Yuanying disciples. Mu Fuyun had always had a special physique, so it was unknown whether there would be any accidents.
At this moment, she was obviously reluctant, but she still tried her best to deal with it, which made him praise her but also made him more worried.
But at this moment, the communication jade token on his waist moved.
At this time, everyone was in the trial field, and there should be only one person who could send him a message.
He looked down, hesitated for a moment, then looked at Mu Fuyu who was temporarily free on the stage. After a moment, he quietly retreated and headed towards the back hall.
Shortly after he left, the competition between Mu Fuyun and Liang Huailian reached a critical moment.
At this time, no matter who it is, if they are distracted for a moment, they will lose completely.
Mu Fuyun gasped for breath and tried hard to concentrate, but for some reason, he always felt a heat wave surging in his dantian under his dried-up qi sea. Every pore in his body was open, absorbing the abundant spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
It seems to be a sign of a change in realm!
She clenched her teeth, not caring about the competition anymore. She quickly retreated to the red line, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes and practiced meditation on the spot: "Sorry, I have to stop for a moment!"
Everyone was stunned, including Liang Huailian, who was parked precariously behind the red line.
"What's going on?!"
"Why doesn't she compete anymore?"
"Can the competition be paused?!"
At this moment, thick clouds gathered in the clear sky and rolled towards Fu Ri Peak.
"Look!" Hongying shouted, causing everyone to look up and stare blankly at the strange sight in the sky.
When everyone's attention was diverted, Chen Tian, who had been standing in the dark, moved a few steps to the side, revealing half of his figure, and stretched out his hand that was originally hidden in his sleeve.
The silver needles and talisman paper were quietly aimed at the figure meditating on the stage.
"Mu Fuyun, your pride has come to an end!"
He muttered to himself, holding the talisman paper and was about to throw it over.
Little did he know that when he thought he was hiding very well, two pairs of eyes had already caught him firmly.
The moment the talisman paper was thrown out, a long sword with a white rainbow glowing flew out and intercepted it halfway.
At the same time, on the other side, a tense voice came from the crowd: "What are you doing!"
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