Chapter 54: He Huan Sect Master Bai Yueguang 15 The fight started
"You!" Rong Xinhui gritted her teeth and wanted to say something else, but was stopped from behind by another man who was also wearing the long robe of Qingyun Sword Sect.
"Xinhui, what's wrong?"
Before Rong Xinhui could speak, the man had already stepped forward quickly and gave Wen Qianning and Sang Yu a meaningful look.
"Senior Brother Zhen, they are the ones who seduced Han Lin from the Hehuan Sect!" Rong Xinhui insisted, her eyes fierce.
Hearing Rong Xinhui call him that, Wen Qianning immediately understood that this person was none other than Zhen Zhixin, the senior fellow disciple who had framed Ji Hanlin.
Zhen Zhixin looked at Wen Qianning, a light flashing in his eyes. The woman's skin was as white as fresh frost, and her eyes were soft and moist, making him unable to look away for a moment.
I've heard for a long time that the leader of the Hehuan Sect is a woman with a bad reputation, but I never expected her to be so stunningly beautiful. If I could hold such a beauty in my arms... Zhen Zhixin couldn't help but have some disrespectful thoughts in his heart, and his eyes were dark.
But he quickly hid the fleeting lust on his face, his tone somewhat unpredictable: "Sect Master Wen's words are rather biased. Ji Hanlin's misfortune back then was the result of his own careless fall into the abyss. It must be because he spread rumors and framed you, and you were deceived by him that he pinned the blame for this murder of a fellow disciple on our Qingyun Sword Sect."
Wen Qianning found it funny. As expected, Zhen Zhixin was just as Ji Hanlin said, a hypocritical, cunning and scheming person.
Rong Xinhui is no different. She keeps saying that she likes Ji Hanlin, but Ji Hanlin has explained to her personally that it was Zhen Zhixin who deliberately seduced the evil spirit to kill him, but she still stands on Zhen Zhixin's side.
Wen Qianning's expression remained unchanged. He simply glanced at the two of them coldly, "Now I have witnessed with my own eyes how the Qingyun Sword Sect confuses right and wrong."
"As the leader of the Hehuan Sect, you are so protective of Ji Hanlin. I'm afraid you have been in an illicit relationship with him for a long time. You are bringing up the past today just to clear his name." Zhen Zhixin had a hypocritical smile on his face, and he was determined to put the blame on Wen Qianning, trying to prove that she was shielding Ji Hanlin and in turn framing their Qingyun Sword Sect.
Hearing this, Sang Yu, who was standing by, could no longer hold back and sneered, adding, "Your Qingyun Sword Sect is so narrow-minded. You are so jealous of talented people that you persecute any talented person who doesn't meet your standards. Although the Hehuan Sect wasn't founded on swordsmanship, it never kills people to silence them."
He changed the subject, staring at Zhen Zhixin with a sarcastic tone, "Besides, it was you, Zhen Zhixin, who hunted down Ji Hanlin back then, right? A senior brother killing a junior brother is truly eye-opening."
Although Sang Yu often argued with Ji Hanlin, he regarded him as a member of his own sect from the bottom of his heart and could not stand others bullying Ji Hanlin.
A sinister glint flashed in Zhen Zhixin's eyes.
Seeing this, Wen Qianning stepped forward and stood in front of Sang Yu: "Ji Hanlin is alive and well now, and is living a good life in our Hehuan Sect. He does not need your Qingyun Sword Sect's hypocritical concern anymore."
She paused slightly, not wanting to tangle with the two men any further. She turned to the disciples behind her and said, "Alright, no more talk. Go back and rest."
Zhen Zhixin also didn't argue with Wen Qianning anymore. He just sneered and said, "The Qingyun Sword Sect and the Hehuan Sect will sooner or later meet in the arena. By then, I hope you and I can still have this calm conversation."
"Disgusting." Sang Yu rolled his eyes as he watched the two men walk away, snorting coldly, "Tomorrow we must beat the Qingyun Sword Sect into a pulp."
Of course, Wen Qianning narrowed his eyes. He already had the aura of the system, and his strength should not be underestimated. In addition, after practicing dual cultivation with Ji Hanlin some time ago, he seemed to have gained enlightenment, and his cultivation level increased by leaps and bounds.
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Once all the sects participating in the Hundred Sects Competition arrived at Xuanxiao Mountain, the martial arts competition officially began in a few days.
This joint competition was hosted by Xuanxiao Mountain. Each sect nominated two disciples to participate. Each side sent out a disciple in each round. If a disciple from one side lost, the second disciple would take over. The winner would advance, while the loser would fall into the resurrection pool and fight again until the top ten sects were determined.
The first match was between the Hehuan Sect and the Qingyun Sword Sect.
Before the two groups of disciples came on stage, there was already an uproar in the audience.
For everyone, one is the Hehuan Sect, which is famous in the cultivation world for its dual cultivation method, and the other is the famous and upright Qingyun Sword Sect. The two sects have always had very different styles and rarely interacted with each other. Naturally, this confrontation attracted attention.
As for the two sects, they already had a private grudge because of Ji Hanlin's matter. Now there is no better time to take revenge than defeating the other party in the arena.
"Master, we agreed that I would go on the field first." Sang Yu couldn't swallow this breath. He had already volunteered to fight the Qingyun Sword Sect first, determined to teach the other side a lesson.
"Well, keep going." Wen Qianning was very confident in Sang Yu. He smiled and patted his shoulder, encouraging him.
Rong Xinhui, who was standing opposite, saw the two of them with a cold look in her eyes. As she stepped onto the stage, she stared at Sang Yu intently and said in a hostile tone, "He's just a male disciple of the Hehuan Sect. I want to see how many moves you can hold out."
The two men's spiritual powers clashed, light and shadow intertwined, and for a moment the wind on the ring was as strong as a weave. Rong Xinhui's swordsmanship was decisive and sharp, and each move was faster than the last. However, Sang Yu was at ease and narrowly avoided the attacks several times.
Everyone below the arena stared intently, even many cultivators who had originally looked down on the Hehuan Sect exclaimed in surprise.
"This male disciple of the Hehuan Sect has such a solid cultivation?"
After more than ten moves, Sang Yu shattered all the sword energy in Rong Xinhui's hand. She was pale and barely able to keep her body steady, but her defeat was already decided.
"Heh, is this the strength of your Qingyun Sword Sect? It's nothing more than that." Sang Yu looked down at Rong Xinhui with the attitude of a winner, sneering with disdain.
Rong Xinhui gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with hatred as dark as ink, but she could only retreat unwillingly.
Zhen Zhixin, who was watching from the side, had a dark face. He had always disliked the people of the Hehuan Sect, and Rong Xinhui's defeat made him feel that he had brought shame to the Qingyun Sword Sect.
He could no longer sit still, so he stood up, flipped over and landed on the ring, and said anxiously, "Next, it's my turn."
"Come on." Sang Yu paused, looked up, there was no fear in his eyes, and sneered.
Zhen Zhixin's cultivation level is higher than Rong Xinhui's, and his attacks are more ruthless, with each sword carrying a murderous aura. However, Sang Yu has been practicing with Wen Qianning for many years, and he is extremely talented. His current cultivation level is extraordinary.
He did not confront Zhen Zhixin head-on, but moved around flexibly, neutralizing the opponent's moves by avoiding the real and attacking the fake.
Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, Zhen Zhixin's expression became more and more gloomy. He looked unwilling, but he could not defeat Sang Yu by brute force.
If you can't win by strength, why not...
Zhen Zhixin came up with an idea, a cold look flashed in his eyes, and taking advantage of the cover of the sword's turning momentum, he moved quietly and sprinkled the light gray powder hidden in the ring on the sword blade.
He smiled sinisterly, took advantage of the situation and swung his sword, launching three powerful attacks.
Originally, Sang Yu was handling it with ease, but at this moment he suddenly felt dizzy, the circulation of his spiritual energy stagnated slightly, and his movements slowed down. His face changed, and he forced himself to fight back, but he felt as if something was blocking his body and he couldn't move it smoothly.
The next moment, Zhen Zhixin seized the flaw and slashed with his sword, forcing Sang Yu back. He swayed and fell off the ring.
There was an uproar on the field.
Sang Yu forced himself to stand up, clutching his chest, sweat dripping down his forehead, his face not looking good: "He tampered with the sword!"
"You've lost, so why are you still talking nonsense?" Zhen Zhixin raised his eyebrows and sneered, looking completely fearless. "You simply exhausted your spiritual power earlier, and now that your spiritual power is exhausted, you're defeated. The Hehuan Sect... I'm afraid you can't afford to lose, right?"
Zhen Zhixin was not afraid at all. After all, the medicine he used was a treasure he had accidentally obtained in the secret realm before. It was colorless and odorless, and could disturb people's spiritual consciousness and erode spiritual veins. Once inhaled, the spiritual power would be unable to flow for a short period of time. Even a Jindan cultivator would find it difficult to exert his full strength once he was hit.
The most important thing is that this medicine will dissipate with the wind after half an incense stick of time. Even if the elders of Xuanxiao Mountain personally investigate, they will not be able to find any clues.
Wen Qianning heard it clearly below the ring. Sang Yu was not the kind of person who would easily protest his innocence. If it wasn't true, he would never point the finger at someone in public, especially since his face was pale and his breathing was disordered... It was obvious that he had been tricked!
Wen Qianning's heart sank, and a surge of anger rose from within.
She was not afraid that Sang Yu would lose, she was afraid that Zhen Zhixin would use something sinister and really hurt Sang Yu's body!
So Wen Qianning jumped onto the stage without saying a word and attacked Zhen Zhixin with a strong spiritual energy, which was filled with murderous intent.
Zhen Zhixin's face suddenly changed and he hurriedly drew his sword to block, but Wen Qianning's attack was extremely fierce and she had no intention of holding back at all. Her palm winds came one after another, shaking the ring.
"How dare you use such despicable means to touch our Hehuan Sect's people..." Wen Qianning said expressionlessly, "Then you don't need to live."
The spiritual energy on the ring was surging, and the palm wind was surging like a raging tide. Zhen Zhixin could no longer withstand it and retreated repeatedly.
The murderous intent in Wen Qianning's eyes remained undiminished, and her attacks became more and more fierce. She had no intention of stopping at all.
The people in the audience were so shocked that they were speechless... Although there were winners and losers in the competition, the confrontation between sects was mainly for communication after all. It was the first time since the start of the Hundred Sects Alliance that someone like Wen Qianning had such obvious murderous intentions right from the start.
Rong Jie, the leader of Qingyun Sword Sect, finally couldn't hold back any longer. He flashed and landed on the stage. He flicked his sleeve and used a sword energy to block Wen Qianning's attack.
"Sect Master Wen," Rong Jie said in a deep voice, his eyes sharp as blades, "Martial arts competitions are meant for communication. You, the leader of a sect, are trying to kill my Qingyun disciples in public. Are you trying to break the agreement among the 100 sects?"
Wen Qianning paused slightly and looked up at him, the coldness in her eyes still undiminished. "You were the ones who were shameless first. If it was just a duel, why would he tamper with the sword? I was only protecting my sect's disciples."
Rong Jie sneered, "Words are nothing. Do you have any evidence? Or is it that just because your Hehuan Sect lost, you're going to bite people and act like a spoiled brat?"
As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves and unsheathed his sword, revealing its sharp edge. "Since this is the case, Sect Master Wen has taken the initiative, and as the leader of the Qingyun Sword Sect, I cannot sit idly by."
After he finished speaking, he thrust his sword straight at Wen Qianning.
Wen Qianning snorted coldly and turned his palm to meet the attack. As soon as their moves clashed, the spiritual energy shook violently, as if it would collapse in the next moment.
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