Chapter 103 Chapter 103 "The winner is Jiang Yan!"...
On the judges' panel.
The sect leaders were also paying close attention to Jiang Yan's every move.
Their focus is different from that of the people on the viewing platform.
The sect leaders are well-informed, so what about the Hehuan Sect? There are so many talented people in the world of cultivation, why can't the genius be born in the Hehuan Sect?
After the initial surprise, these bigwigs focused their attention on Jiang Yan's swordsmanship.
"He controls his spiritual energy in a meticulous manner, and his recovery speed is also very fast. In such a noisy situation where every move is being watched, he can calmly absorb and exhale spiritual energy without being arrogant or impatient. Very good."
"The basic skills are very solid. It seems that you never slack off in your daily practice."
"The sword technique is quite mysterious. These moves seem to have evolved from the basic sword techniques of the Sword Sect."
Several elderly Sword Sect elders sighed, frowned, and said in confusion, "I also think this sword technique looks familiar."
"Has this young friend Jiang Yan ever learned swordsmanship in the Sword Sect?" someone asked Sect Master Gu.
Gu Chen smiled but said nothing, thinking that telling the truth would scare you to death.
Of course he knew that Jiang Yan was the son of the Sword Immortal, and that he practiced the Sword Immortal's Cangming sword technique.
But since Yan'er had no intention of making it public, he couldn't interfere.
What's more, there is no evidence to support it, and no one may believe it even if you say it.
On the stage,
The two figures crossed and collided at an extremely fast speed, occasionally making crisp sounds of metal hitting stone.
They used their body movements to the extreme, with mighty spiritual powers, neither letting me nor you, and devouring each other in the sky.
The huge airflow twisted into a whirlwind-like shape, like a storm passing through, and the originally transparent protective shield actually began to ripple like water waves and became visible to the naked eye.
The arena was filled with the flashing of swords and sabers. People with lesser skills not only could not see their moves clearly, but even if they walked too close, they would feel a heavy spiritual pressure as if a mountain was falling on their backs. Their faces turned pale and they had to retreat.
Ling Hanzhang follows his senior brother around all day long. He seems weak, but in fact it is just because the young master is too strong.
He is also one of the best figures in the Sword Sect and is an outstanding disciple that other fellow disciples look up to.
Ling Dai was originally very confident in him, knowing that Ling Hanzhang was not the playboy he once was.
But he stared intently at the scene, and after half an incense stick of time, he sighed and shook his head slightly.
The leader of the Lingyu Sect asked, "Elder Ling, do you think Han Zhang is not a good person?"
The Lingyu Sect and the Ling Family are both in Zhongzhou. Whether it is between the sect and the Ling Family or in private, the two families have a good relationship.
Sun Feiyu, the tenth child - the son of the leader of Lingyu Sect - used to play together with Ling Hanzhang when they were young, and they were considered childhood friends until Ling Hanzhang was sent to Jian Sect to learn swordsmanship.
Therefore, when Sect Leader Lingyu asked the question, Ling Dai did not evade the question.
"They have fought for hundreds of moves. It seems like a draw, but in fact, Han Zhang is the one being suppressed."
"Oh?" The Wanfa Sect Master also interrupted and asked, "Elder Ling, what do you mean?"
"Han Zhang practices Luoying swordsmanship, which emphasizes the use of a small force to overcome a large force, and using the opponent's force to defeat him. If Jiang Yan practiced heavy swordsmanship, Han Zhang might still have a chance. But the opponent practices the same swordsmanship, and is much better than him in his understanding of the way of swordsmanship and practical skills."
Ling Dai said: "It seems that they are not willing to give in to each other, but in fact, Han Zhang is being led by the nose. They are trying to use his sword moves!"
"Just wait and see. Once Jiang Yan is completely familiar with his sword techniques and finds his weakness, it will be time to defeat him with one strike."
The Purple Cloud Palace Master said calmly: "Don't forget, everyone, Ling Hanzhang is already number one in the temporary ranking, and Jiang Yan challenged his way up one by one!"
Ling Hanzhang was challenged by the second-place disciple of Wanfamen, but he held on.
Even so, he needed much less fighting than Jiang Yan and was in better condition than Jiang Yan.
In his spare time, Ling Hanzhang can meditate on the ring to restore his energy and strength.
Even though Jiang Yan had half an hour to meditate, his spiritual power was fully restored, but his mental strength was not.
Jiang Yan had been on a winning streak since the very beginning, and he almost never stopped since then.
Now that it was completely dark, the lighting inside and outside the venue was ensured by lamps, torches, and formations.
From morning to night, Jiang Yan never completely relaxed.
Every string and every cell in his body is in a state of tension. How long can an ordinary person maintain a state of high concentration?
He had been like this for a whole day, his expression unchanged, and his attitude no different from when he first came on stage.
Be humble and polite to your opponent, and be open and aboveboard when drawing your sword.
He is a gentleman and also a swordsman.
Everyone was startled by the reminder from Palace Master Ziyun, and they became more optimistic and appreciative of Jiang Yan.
Geniuses are rare, but geniuses with good character and behavior are even rarer!
As he was speaking, the situation on the stage suddenly changed.
While the two were fighting, Ling Hanzhang suddenly took a step forward and stabbed Jiang Yan's chest with his sword like a gust of wind.
Jiang Yan's sword hit empty air and a look of surprise seemed to flash in his eyes.
Obviously, Ling Hanzhang also realized that he was trapped and realized that he could no longer follow Jiang Yan's pace.
He cannot respond to every move, he must take the initiative to find an opportunity.
There was another uproar and admiration from the crowd.
The situation on the field suddenly turned around.
Previously, Jiang Yan was suppressing Ling Hanzhang, but now the situation has changed and Ling Hanzhang is chasing Jiang Yan.
Many disciples were cheering loudly, and some were cheering for Jiang Yan.
On the judges' panel, the experienced seniors frowned.
Gu Cheng shook his head slightly: "It's a risky move, but it depends on whether the opponent will accept it or not. This method may not work against Yan'er, and it may even make us lose faster."
Gu Jingyun said: "That was the only solution. At least after he realized it, he didn't choose to be dragged to death, but tried to make changes."
Sect Leader Gu said, "That is indeed the case."
As the saying goes, when two brave men meet in a narrow road, the brave one wins.
If you don't even have the courage to attack or change your moves, how can you make further progress in "sword"? How can you dare to dream of ascending to heaven?
Faced with Ling Hanzhang's sudden aggression, Jiang Yan did not choose to resist, but to avoid his attack appropriately.
His eyes were slightly deep as he responded to every attack calmly and observed Ling Hanzhang's movements calmly.
Jiang Yan is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, Ling Hanzhang is in the late stage of Nascent Soul. There is a small gap in realm between them.
This gap will be intentionally magnified in the hands of an expert, who will try to tip the scales of victory more towards himself.
A slight gap may be the final weight that completely overwhelms the scales.
Jiang Yan could feel a dull pain coming from his dantian - it was caused by the high-intensity and uninterrupted use of spiritual power throughout the day.
Because the battles between cultivators with high levels of cultivation are almost impossible to see with the naked eye, Jiang Yan must constantly use his spiritual vision to sense and investigate, and then use his brain to quickly come up with countermeasures.
His brain was throbbing, too.
Jiang Yan is already very tired.
But he still persists.
Ling Hanzhang pressed forward step by step and had already pushed Jiang Yan to the edge of the ring.
The rules state that if you fly the sword into the sky, you lose, and if you land on the ground outside the ring, you lose.
A strong wind blew, and Jiang Yan dodged it reflexively. He caught a glimpse of the neatly cut stone slabs on the edge of the high arena and the grass under the arena.
Ling Hanzhang rushed forward!
Jiang Yan bent down to dodge, raised his sword to block, and narrowly dodged again.
The sword energy split the stone slab, and several pieces of gravel rolled off the platform and fell on the grass.
"Just a little bit..." Ling Hanzhang gritted his teeth.
He couldn't hold his temper anymore, and Jianfeng chased after Jiang Yan again.
Jiang Yan fought back without any hesitation, and as the two of them fought, Ling Hanzhang almost missed a step and fell.
Neither of them returned to the center of the arena, but stood on the edge of the stone slab, facing each other with half of their feet hanging in the air.
The light at this time was not as bright as in the daytime, and the bodies of the two people occasionally blocked the light. The grass below was full of shadows, and at first glance, it seemed that it was on the same level as the half-meter-high ring.
Their fight was fierce and decisive, but it was terrified for those watching.
Suddenly, Jiang Yan's pace slowed down due to the long battle, and his body paused imperceptibly.
It was just a few tenths of a second, a very short moment that was shorter than even a breath.
Ling Hanzhang's eyes suddenly lit up.
He found a good opportunity, tapped the ground with his toes, and rushed forward!
"Tai Chi is supreme!"
The sword in Ling Hanzhang's hand flashed with a mysterious glimmer, and the vast spiritual power caused a huge wave! He gave up defense, swung his sword into a river, and his momentum was like a rainbow.
This is an unprecedented powerful blow!
Everyone held their breath.
Victory or defeat depends on this move. It depends on whether Jiang Yan can take it!
Jiang Yan's face was slightly pale, his cheeks and jaw were tense, and his eyes were sharp.
Facing the fierce sword, Jiang Yan closed his eyes instead.
The young man held a pitch-black hilt in his hand, the silver-white sword body stood straight in front of him, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky.
The sword emitted a bright white light, which became brighter and brighter, blinding people. The starry night sky was lit up by the light, and the field was suddenly as bright as day!
The huge waves are right in front of us.
"...Cang Ming." Jiang Yan said softly.
His demon-breaking sword let out a long cry.
Jiang Yan swung his sword.
The sword was very beautiful, the movement of swinging the sword was light and silent, but the blade was so cold and sharp!
Even the shadow of the dragon on the sword seemed to have a soul. It transformed into a ferocious real dragon in the daylight, swinging its tail, roaring and rushing towards the huge waves, waving its sharp claws vigorously!
"boom--!"
The whole mountain seemed to be shaking.
The protective cover made an ominous "clicking" sound.
On the high platform, Sect Master Gu and the elders were busy reinforcing the formation to prevent it from breaking and the aftermath of spiritual energy from accidentally injuring the disciples around the arena.
Palace Master Ziyun and Madam Wei were sitting together, looking at the scene with serious expressions when they suddenly heard an unusual noise beside them.
He tilted his head and took a look.
The sword of self-examination that Gu Jingyun carried on his back was vibrating violently, as if echoing from afar, making a long buzzing sound.
The man drew his sword from its sheath, and the inky black sword blade lay in his palm. The grooves on the sword blade clearly did not have any blood color, but it still glowed slightly red.
"Jingyun, this..." Mrs. Wei was shocked and confused.
Gu Jingyun shook his head imperceptibly, and Madam Wei kept her mouth tightly shut, just looked at him worriedly, and said nothing more.
Gu Jingyun held the hilt of the sword, trying to suppress the restless Sword of Questioning, but failed.
Just when the other sect leaders were about to notice the unusual movement here, the Sword of Questioning Heart slowly returned to silence.
Gu Jingyun seemed to realize something and looked down.
On the first stage, the billowing smoke and dust gradually subsided, and the protective formation was finally saved from being destroyed.
Countless people's eyes were fixed on the field.
Who is the final winner?
The smoke cleared.
There were two young men standing on the ring. One of them swayed and finally couldn't hold on. He fell to the ground, smiled bitterly and shook his head.
The other man sheathed his sword, raised his head, and curled the corners of his lips towards Gu Jingyun on the platform.
Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque, and she is as cool and pure as an immortal.
If it’s not Jiang Yan, who else could it be?
The referee's voice, endowed with spiritual power, was extremely loud, as loud as a bell.
"In the first arena, Ling Hanzhang from the Sword Sect faces Jiang Yan from the Joy Sect."
"The winner is Jiang Yan!!"
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