Chapter 314: Breaking the Dangerous Situation
Jiang Wanyi has a very delicate appearance, but there is always a sneer on her lips, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
Thin and sharp, with a slight upward curve.
Yun Qianhan and Jiang Wanyi went up to the stage, and under the witness of a senior brother, the two began to fight.
"Brother Yun, please show mercy. I'm very afraid of pain." Jiang Wanyi laughed playfully, making it impossible for outsiders to tell that this was a life-and-death battle.
"Stop talking nonsense."
Yun Qianhan's eyes narrowed, and he raised the cold sword and stabbed towards Jiang Wanyi without any mercy.
Jiang Wanyi shook her wrist, and a jade flute appeared in her hand. She waved the jade flute to block Yun Qianhan's attack, and the two fought back and forth on the ring.
Jiang Wanyi practiced the art of music, but she had only used superficial skills. She had not yet used the art of music to fight back.
"This Jiang Wanyi is truly amazing. With his cultivation base at the early stage of the Immortal Venerable Realm, he is fighting against Yun Qianhan, who is at the middle stage of the Immortal Venerable Realm."
"Yeah! But it seems like Jiang Wanyi is a little more relaxed."
"Is Jiang Wanyi really such a genius?"
"After all, it is only a step away from the golden talent bone structure."
"I remember that five hundred years ago, the temple seemed to have recruited a disciple with golden talent. What was his name?"
"Is there?"
"I remember there was one, but this person is a bit low-key. I still can't remember her name, and I don't know who is stronger between her and Jiang Wanyi."
“…”
After all, Yun Qianhan was a sword cultivator with great sword skills. After fighting for many moves, he forced Jiang Wanyi back with just one sword.
Jiang Wanyi patted his sleeves and chuckled, "Senior Brother Yun is indeed extraordinary, much better than those good-for-nothings I fought before."
"You..." Yun Qianhan was not angry yet, but the seed disciples watching the battle below could not stand it anymore. Jiang Wanyi really did not take them seriously and was still slandering them.
"That's his mother!"
Many people shouted and cursed.
The disciples of the Fourth Hall cheered on the side, "Senior Sister Jiang is so powerful!"
"Okay, I have to go back and catch up on some sleep! It's time to get serious..." Jiang Wanyi's expression became serious, and he put the jade flute to his lips and began to play it softly.
The Dao domain of the Dao of Music unfolded instantly. Yun Qianhan did not dare to be careless and quickly summoned the Dao domain of Sword to fight against it.
The real battle begins now.
The invisible sound waves turned into sound waves and kept flying towards Yun Qianhan. Yun Qianhan released a sword energy to resist, but the sword energy only made the sound waves shake and failed to stop the sound waves from moving forward.
With a "puff", a blood mark appeared on Yun Qianhan's shoulder. Yun Qianhan frowned, "Can't even resist the sword energy?"
Before Yun Qianhan had time to think, the sound wave attacked again and Yun Qianhan could only keep dodging.
Jiang Wanyi's attacks were so intense that Yun Qianhan had no chance to counterattack, not even the chance to use his sword skills.
Even if he found a chance to attack, he was easily blocked by Jiang Wanyi's sound waves.
The sound of the flute was soft and soothing, but it contained a lot of murderous intent. Yun Qianhan was completely trapped in a passive situation.
"What should we do? Senior Brother Yun will probably lose even if he keeps doing this!"
"Alas, is it possible that among our seed disciples, there is no one at the same level who can suppress Jiang Wanyi?"
"This way of music is too strange. How can an ordinary cultivator be a match for Jiang Wanyi?"
“…”
All the seed disciples were not optimistic about Yun Qianhan. Yun Qianhan's situation made them see no hope of winning.
A man in a white robe couldn't bear to watch it anymore and wanted to stop the fight. Just as he was about to take action, an old man in a black robe stood in front of him.
"Zhong Yang, don't interfere in the fight between the younger generations."
The man in the white robe was furious when he saw the old man, "Old ghost, you have accepted a good disciple!"
"Killing so many disciples from the temple is really impressive."
Gui Zhixuan smiled calmly, "So what? Did I force them to fight a life-and-death battle?"
"Zhong Yang, you are the master of the Eighth Palace. If you forcibly interfere in their life-and-death battle, how can you let Yun Qianhan gain a foothold in the Immortal God Palace in the future?"
"Yun Qianhan, a mediocre person who is afraid of death and needs the Palace Master to save him in a life-and-death battle?"
Zhong Yang's eyes seemed to be able to spit out flames, but what Gui Zhixuan said was indeed true.
Helplessly, he could only snort coldly and continue to pay attention to the fight on the ring.
Half of Yun Qianhan's white robe was dyed red, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.
The sound of the flute suddenly became low and melodious, like crying and complaining, which made the listeners feel uncomfortable. Yun Qianhan only felt that the scenery in front of him began to become blurred, and his movements slowed down a bit.
This music has a psychedelic and numbing effect.
"Yun Qianhan! Bao Yuan Shou Yi, give up the sword in your hand and ask yourself, what exactly is your sword?" An untimely voice sounded in the audience.
But it brought Yun Qianhan back to his senses. He just felt that the voice was very familiar, but what it said was worth his deep consideration.
"What exactly is my sword?"
The person who spoke was naturally Ning Ruoxi. When she saw that Yun Qianhan was so passive in the fight with Jiang Wanyi, she understood that Yun Qianhan probably had not yet comprehended the invisible sword.
If Yun Qianhan had comprehended the invisible sword, why would he have been beaten and fled away in fear?
If she gave Yun Qianhan some advice like this and Yun Qianhan still couldn't comprehend the invisible sword, then Ning Ruoxi would have no way to help him if he was killed.
But when the situation becomes life-and-death, people's thoughts seem to have the magical power to slow down time.
In just a short moment, Yun Qianhan's memories from childhood to adulthood flashed through his mind like a passing show.
He saw that at noon that day, he was asking a woman for advice on the Invisible Sword.
The woman had a withdrawn personality, and he begged her for a long time before she agreed to teach him how to practice the Invisible Sword. He could still remember clearly what she said.
"The invisible sword is the sword in my heart. As long as I think of it in my heart, everything in the world can be the sword in my hand."
"My obsession with the Cold Light Sword is too deep. I should let it go..."
"The invisible sword can perhaps also be called the sword of the heart..."
Under the surprised gazes of the seed disciples, Yun Qianhan put down the Cold Light Sword, and pointed his right hand at the incoming sound waves.
Before the sound waves got close, a loud bang was heard in the air.
Yun Qianhan's invisible sword is completed.
"Who was talking just now? How come just one sentence made Senior Brother Yun so powerful?"
"Yeah! So cool! One finger turning into sound waves?"
"This is the invisible sword of the sword path! Rumor has it that the last person in the Immortal God Temple who used this move was Ning Baibai, a seed disciple of the Seventh Hall."
"Ning Baibai! I remember her! The one who cheated on me five hundred years ago?"
"What do you mean by cheating? Five hundred years ago, she killed her scumbag husband who was at the peak of the Golden Immortal Realm with her cultivation at the early stage of the Golden Immortal Realm!"
The wind direction we were originally discussing was normal, but as time went on it became more and more strange.
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