For a moment, you could hear a pin drop in the entire square on the top of the mountain.
All the disciples of Cangyue Sword Sect opened their eyes wide, with disbelief written all over their faces.
Being in the middle stage of foundation building, Lin Yu was already a leader among the inner disciples, yet he was killed instantly with just one move.
"Hahaha! Sect Leader Yue, it seems like the disciples of your Cangyue Sword Sect aren't that great!"
Feng Ling's harsh, sarcastic voice rang out again, full of pride.
Yue Yunxuan's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it.
He knew that the disciples of Biluo Sect were strong, but he didn't expect them to be this strong!
How are we going to play the next few games?
"I'll do it!"
Another disciple rushed forward with a roar.
The result is exactly the same.
He couldn't last more than three moves before being kicked away by his opponent, his ribs broken, and he was defeated miserably.
The third game was lost even faster.
Three consecutive losses!
The morale of the entire Cangyue Sword Sect plummeted to the bottom in an instant, and despair appeared on the faces of all the disciples.
Zhang Yuan tightly gripped the long sword in his hand, veins popped out on the back of his hand, his eyes were red, and he wished he could rush up and fight the opponent to the death.
But he was only in the middle stage of foundation building, and his strength was almost the same as Lin Yu who was on the field. Going up would only bring humiliation upon himself.
Just when the Cangyue Sword Sect fell into deathly silence, a cold voice rang out.
"Jian Shiqi, let me teach you the high-level tactics of the Biluo Sect."
A young man dressed in white, carrying an ancient sword on his back and with a stern face slowly walked into the center of the square.
He exuded the aura of a peak foundation-building stage.
"It's Senior Brother Jian Shiqi!"
"Senior Brother Jian Shiqi has taken action! We are saved!"
The disciples of Cangyue Sword Sect, who were originally lifeless, suddenly had hope rekindled in their eyes!
Jian Shiqi is the direct disciple of a supreme elder of the Cangyue Sword Sect. He has a unique talent in swordsmanship and his fighting ability is invincible among his peers.
He was originally the sect's trump card to be used as the final blow.
But now that they have lost three games in a row and their morale has been badly damaged, Yue Yunxuan had to let him play early to stabilize the situation.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient sword behind Jian Shiqi was unsheathed and turned into a stream of light and fell into his hands.
In an instant, an unparalleled sword energy shot up into the sky.
The two of them didn't waste any time and started fighting immediately.
The sword light and spiritual light collided violently, making bursts of roars.
This time, the situation was finally reversed.
The Biluo Sect disciple was forced to retreat repeatedly under Jian Shiqi's violent sword moves and had no power to fight back.
"good!"
"As expected of Senior Brother Jian Shiqi!"
The disciples of the Cangyue Sword Sect burst into thunderous cheers.
The disciple of the Biluo Sect was forced into a desperate situation and retreated all the way, and was about to be forced out of the boundaries of the square.
And that location was exactly where Ye Chen was sweeping the floor silently.
"Ants, get out of here!"
The disciple of Biluo Sect was about to be forced out of the field by a sword and roared in anger.
He slapped Ye Chen, who was blocking his retreat, in the air, trying to kill this troublesome mortal.
However, Ye Chen seemed not to hear his roar, nor did he see the fierce palm wind.
He was still bent over, sweeping the fallen leaves under his feet with the worn-out broom, as if everything had nothing to do with him.
"Brother Zhang Yi!"
A cry of surprise tore through the cheers in the square.
Zhang Yuan exclaimed, drew his sword, and rushed forward to block the fatal palm for Ye Chen.
But it was too late.
Under the gazes of thousands of people in the audience, the disciple of the Biluo Sect hit Ye Chen's back with a palm strike from mid-air.
However, the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere that everyone imagined did not happen.
The palm strike on Ye Chen was like striking a ball of empty air, disappearing without a trace.
Even Ye Chen's washed-out chores uniform was not blown at all.
"this……"
The Biluo Sect disciple opened his eyes wide, his face full of disbelief.
How is that possible?
The square suddenly fell into deathly silence.
Everyone was stunned, their eyes fixed on the still bent figure, all in astonishment.
"Wh…what's going on?"
"Am I dazzled? Zhang Yi... isn't he a mortal?"
"How could a mortal take a blow from a Foundation Establishment cultivator and remain unscathed?"
After a brief silence, the disciples of the Cangyue Sword Sect burst into discussions like a landslide and tsunami, their faces full of disbelief.
Just at that moment when the disciple of Biluo Sect was shocked and stunned.
“Swish!”
A cold sword light seized this fleeting flaw.
Jian Shiqi slashed out with his sword without any hesitation.
“Puff!”
The Biluo Sect disciple was distracted and was knocked away by a sword without any reaction, with a deep wound on his chest that could be seen to the bone.
In the fourth match, Cangyue Sword Sect wins!
But at this moment, no one cared about the outcome of this competition.
The disciple of Biluo Sect got up from the ground in a panic, covering his bleeding chest, but he didn't even look at Jian Shiqi.
Instead, he stared at Ye Chen not far away with a look of shock and anger.
"What kind of magic did you use, mortal?!"
He let out a sharp roar.
However, Ye Chen did not react at all, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him. He just lowered his head and continued to sweep the fallen leaves under his feet.
"Brother Zhang Yi, are you...are you okay?"
At this moment, Zhang Yuan rushed to Ye Chen, looked him up and down, his face full of confusion.
Ye Chen then slowly straightened up and looked at Zhang Yuan calmly.
"Brother Zhang Yuan, I'm fine."
Ye Chen's expression was dull, as if he had no idea what had just happened.
"court death!"
Having lost the competition and all his face, he was now being ignored by a mortal who was just sweeping the floor. The disciple of the Biluo Sect felt a surge of evil fire rising to his head.
"Buzz!"
The long sword in his hand let out a mournful whine, and a sharp and cold sword energy flew out of his hand, heading straight for Ye Chen's vital point between his eyebrows.
"careful!"
Zhang Yuan's face changed drastically, and without thinking, he held his sword in front of Ye Chen.
But he couldn't move.
A hand had been placed gently on his shoulder without him noticing.
It was clearly as light as a feather, yet he couldn't move it even a little bit despite trying his best.
Although Ye Chen closed his six senses, this was an instinctive reaction after encountering danger.
Zhang Yuan turned around in horror and met Ye Chen's still empty eyes.
And at this moment, the sword energy that was powerful enough to split stones and break monuments had already slashed towards Ye Chen's face.
There was no earth-shattering roar, no waves of spiritual power exploding.
When the sharp sword energy touched Ye Chen's eyebrows, it disappeared silently.
The scene once again fell into a dead silence, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone was stunned.
If the first time was a shock, this time it was complete horror.
Whether it is the head master Yue Yunxuan who sits high in the seat, or the ordinary disciples watching the battle from afar.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the figure still holding the broom, as if they had seen a ghost.
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