Qing Shuang held a wooden sword. When she raised the sword, the sword shadows overlapped one after another, and the fierce momentum was like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds. The attack was like a tide, and no one could defend against it.
Yu Jingya dared not meet his attack head-on. She moved nimbly, retreating step by step, and used her soft palm technique to deal with the situation.
Her palm techniques were like spring catkins, soft and formless, with a graceful beauty in each move. They seemed light and simple, but actually contained hidden strength. Each palm strike brought with it a gust of wind.
The two exchanged blows, several moves in the blink of an eye. Qing Shuang's swordplay grew increasingly fierce, each move aimed directly at vital points, leaving no room for respite.
Although Yu Jingya's cultivation was no weaker than her opponent's, her combat experience was ultimately slightly inferior, and after more than ten rounds, she appeared somewhat disheveled. Her opponent then launched another swift and fierce sword strike, forcing her to retreat hastily, her skirt fluttering, and a blush appearing on her cheeks.
They were suppressed and forced to retreat step by step.
She lightly bit her red lips, her eyes trembled slightly, a bead of sweat appeared on her snow-white forehead, and a few strands of black hair fell on her cheeks, making her stunningly beautiful face even more captivating, drawing frequent glances from the crowd on the sidelines.
"Jingya, don't panic, calm your mind and spirit."
Off the field, Liu Feng saw that she was gradually losing ground and couldn't help but speak up to remind her. His voice was gentle and had a calming effect.
Upon hearing that familiar, concerned voice, Yu Jingya's heart skipped a beat. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and her breathing gradually returned to normal.
She readjusted her rhythm, shifting her stance from defense to offense, gradually stabilizing her position and eventually achieving a stalemate with Qing Shuang.
The two fought for a long time, their swords flashing and their palms swirling. In the end, neither could gain the upper hand, and they stopped when their blows were exhausted.
Just when everyone thought the competition was about to end, a graceful figure arrived and landed on the arena.
The newcomer was dressed in a brocade robe with gold patterns embroidered on the lapel, and his eyes and brows exuded an innate arrogance.
This person was none other than Mo Shengjie, the young master of the Laoshan Sect.
His gaze lingered on Yu Jingya for a moment, a hint of surprise appearing in his eyes. He had initially thought this woman was merely somewhat pretty, but he hadn't expected her to be able to fight to a draw with Qing Shuang, the number one genius among the youth.
This gave him a slight jolt, and then a different thought began to arise in his mind.
"Fairy Yu's talent is extraordinary. It is truly a rare opportunity to meet you today." Mo Shengjie strode forward, stood with his hands behind his back, and adopted a dashing and unrestrained demeanor, with an undisguised admiration in his eyes. "Would you do me the honor of exchanging a few blows with me, so that everyone can also witness the fairy's charm?"
Yu Jingya frowned slightly. She had just gone through a fierce battle and was exhausted both physically and mentally. She wanted to politely decline, but before Mo Shengjie could finish speaking, he had already closed in and his palm suddenly rose up. It was the "Cloud Sea Returning to Origin Palm"!
This palm technique is the signature skill of the Cloud Sea Ancestor. It is based on the ever-changing nature of the clouds and sea, and subtly combines with the power of the tides of heaven and earth, making it exceptionally powerful. If used properly, it can be described as both offensive and defensive, with endless variations.
Unfortunately, Mo Shengjie's skills were still shallow, and his moves lacked agility but were instead more domineering.
The palm strike whistled, carrying a sharp and fierce force, heading straight for Yu Jingya!
Yu Jingya's heart tightened, and she dared not be careless. She turned her body slightly and gathered her strength to meet the attack. She used her soft palms to neutralize the fierce force, like a swallow darting through a storm. Every dodge was extremely dangerous.
Gradually, unable to gain the upper hand, Mo Shengjie grew increasingly impatient and his attacks became more ruthless. He began to intentionally or unintentionally target Yu Jingya's waist and chest.
On the arena, a strong wind surged, and clothes fluttered in the wind.
Mo Shengjie's gaze darkened slightly as he looked at Yu Jingya's sweat-drenched profile. A slight smile played on his lips, and his tone carried a hint of frivolity: "Immortal Yu, your martial arts are superb. Are you perhaps showing me mercy, which is why you've been hesitant to use your full strength?"
Upon hearing this, Yu Jingya frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure appearing in her clear eyes. Her palm strike paused briefly, and in that instant, Mo Shengjie seized the opportunity to press forward with a palm strike, the wind from his palm swirling towards her!
Seeing that she was about to be forced back, Liu Feng, sitting below the stage, finally darkened his eyes and, with a slight movement of his lips, used a secret telepathic technique to say to Yu Jingya, "Jingya, calm your mind and listen to my instructions..."
Hearing Liu Feng's voice, Yu Jingya felt a warmth in her heart and immediately calmed herself down. Suddenly, she spun around and her palm strikes changed abruptly.
She first feinted with her palm to confuse Mo Shengjie's vision, then instantly used the momentum to step forward, slashing horizontally with her left palm and chopping down with her right palm, the palm force as condensed as a knife!
"Bang!"
Caught off guard, Mo Shengjie was forced to retreat several steps, lost his footing, and tumbled off the stage in a disheveled manner!
A commotion erupted on the sidelines, with everyone cheering.
Seeing that Yu Jingya had defeated Mo Shengjie, everyone cast approving glances their way, especially some of the younger disciples, who were filled with admiration for this beautiful and refined woman.
Mo Shengjie's face was gloomy, and a look of shame and anger flashed in his eyes. He gave Yu Jingya a deep look, then with a flick of his sleeve, he retreated back to the audience seats, his face ashen.
Yu Jingya stepped off the stage and looked at Liu Feng.
Liu Feng gently grasped her hand, his fingertips tightening slightly, and said in a gentle tone, "You've worked hard. If you want to cultivate the Great Dao, the art of protecting the Dao is indispensable. We'll learn it slowly when we have time."
Yu Jingya smiled slightly, her eyes clear as water, and said softly, "Yes, with you here, I don't feel tired."
Liu Feng lowered his head to wipe the fine sweat from her forehead, but his gaze passed through the crowd and landed on Mo Shengjie in the distance, deep and calm.
He knew that this turmoil had only just begun.
Just then, a young man dressed in a light blue Taoist robe stepped forward, bowed slightly to Liu Feng, and said loudly, "Young Master Liu, I am Du Qingfeng, a disciple of Shaoling Hall. I have long admired you and would like to ask you for some guidance."
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately looked at Liu Feng.
Liu Feng remained calm and shook his head, saying, "Brother Du, you flatter me. I am merely accompanying my wife on this trip and have no intention of engaging in any friendly competition. Please forgive me."
As soon as these words were spoken, a few whispers immediately arose from the surroundings.
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