At this point in the battle, Chen Yi made two strikes and Yin Biyue made twenty-one strikes. It seemed that they had reached a stalemate.
There was silence in the room, and everyone was waiting intently.
Did Yin Biyue appear out of thin air first and break the situation with his sword? Or did Chen Yi's sword light reach him first?
Which is faster, millions of calculations or millions of sword flashes?
Unexpectedly, the first thing that fell was not the shadow of a sword or the light of blood, but the cry of a crane.
The clear and melodious sound comes from the nine heavens to the human world, making the listeners feel refreshed.
The next moment, a white crane broke through the clouds and swooped down from a height of more than ten feet!
It seemed as if it was carrying the clouds and thunder from the blue sky, and the strong wind blew as it flapped its wings, arriving in an instant!
Many people were amazed and puzzled. Why are there white cranes in Chongming Mountain? How come they have never heard of it before?
Chen Yi frowned slightly, turned his wrist, and thousands of sword lights gathered together, condensed into a beam, and slashed straight towards Bai He!
Under the brilliant light of the sword, people could see clearly that the young man holding the elm branch, with his three thousand white hair intertwined with his white Taoist robe, was fluttering in the wind, like a white crane emerging from the clouds and descending to the earth.
The cry of a crane just now was the long cry of the sword piercing the air.
The Cangya Mountain disciple suddenly came back to his senses and exclaimed, "Crane cries in the clouds!"
'Crane Crying in the Clouds' is the second move of the Cangya Sword Technique, after 'Mist Rising from Cangya'. Every disciple has practiced it when they first enter the sect, but they never thought that this sword could be used with such power.
As soon as the words fell, there was an immediate rebuttal, "It's not 'cranes cry in the clouds', it's 'wind sweeps across the river'!"
The sword and the blade met again, and the brilliant light of the blade, blocked and distorted by the invisible true energy, was like clouds blown by a strong wind, dispersing in wisps.
Many people looked at Luo Mingchuan, waiting for his answer.
He nodded slightly, with a smile in his eyes, "Both."
A white crane came from the sky, and the wind came from the blade. It looked like one sword, but it was actually two swords. It was just because it was too fast.
From the moment Yin Biyue fell to the moment the swords clashed, there were many mysteries, but only a moment passed. Because when he drew his sword, his body movement was still "Treading on Mountains and Rivers".
Chen Yi frowned at first because he was confused.
He didn't understand how Yin Biyue could hide under the overwhelming sword intent and find the flaw in his sword light and bring it down accurately.
But now his brows relaxed.
There are flowing clouds above the blue sky and there are flying birds between the clouds. They are originally part of the blue sky. Why do they need to hide?
He understood the truth in the morning, but was unwilling to retreat or be defeated.
He had already used his two most powerful sword moves, and his true energy was almost exhausted.
But the opponent has been doing calculations involving huge amounts of data, and his mental energy has been consumed to the extreme. The true energy of this sword is so powerful that he should have exhausted it all.
It may very well be the last sword.
We are all in the same desperate situation.
In fact, Yin Biyue's situation was worse than Chen Yi had imagined.
Not only did 'Treading on Mountains and Rivers' consume his spiritual consciousness, but also the calculation of the position and angle of the last sword made his sea of consciousness feel as if it was being torn apart.
Without the support of a powerful spirit, he would not even be able to hold the elm branch.
But now it seems that this is not the last sword.
Because the slightly dim sword light that was originally firmly suppressed suddenly disappeared without a trace, like a candle being blown out.
It was Chen Yi who put away the knife himself.
Yin Biyue was originally in a high position, raising his sword in response. At this moment, the sword's force had been exhausted, and without waiting for it to completely land on the ground, he lightly tapped his toes and quickly retreated!
He retreated more than ten feet until he reached the edge of the arena!
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Everyone was shocked to find that the gravel and dust on the ring burst out, and a tiny crack appeared, extending all the way to an inch away from his feet.
That sound was the sound of the arena formation being torn apart.
Chen Yi swung his sword towards the sky, but before the sword was used up, he retracted it, forcibly changing the direction of the sword!
This change came suddenly and was hard to guard against, so Yin Biyue had no choice but to retreat.
Chen Yi forced himself to change the knife, a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, his face quickly turned pale, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.
He had never intended to use this variable to hurt Yin Biyue from the beginning. He wanted to fight for a moment of time.
One breath is enough to raise the knife again.
Chen Yi turned his wrist, touched the ground with the tip of the knife, and flew high into the sky, as if he was going to soar into the sky.
His movements were extremely graceful, and the tip of the knife swept towards the opponent as it left the ground.
When he swung the knife, his ordinary face burst into infinite brilliance, like the moonlight shining brightly.
The situation on the field changed suddenly!
"Lan Yue——"
A disciple of Lianjian Sect shouted loudly, and then everyone's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they were the ones drawing the sword on the ring.
A thousand years ago, the second sage Qu Jiang used one sword to embrace the moon and repel the enemy three thousand miles away, establishing the status of the Lianjian Sect in the world.
Now Chen Yi used the sword move 'Grabbing the Moon' with a knife, and he had a glimpse of its true meaning!
This sword represents the history and glory of a sect.
The elder of Lianjian Sect looked slightly surprised, "Did your father teach him swordsmanship?"
In her eyes, among the young geniuses of Lianjian's generation, Chen Yi was too ordinary no matter how she looked at him, and he had never shown any brilliance. Even if the "broad sea" and "bright sky" just now were great, it was not enough to change her opinion.
"Yes." Qu Duiyan nodded with a faint smile, "But Junior Brother doesn't want to follow my father's teachings and learn swordsmanship. He prefers to use a knife."
The second sage passed on his teachings but he refused to continue.
This sounds like a ridiculous thing.
She looked at the young man again at this moment, and in the moonlight, she finally saw through his ordinary appearance and the pride in his bones and blood.
It's not just her, many people are the same.
On and off the stage, big shots and ordinary disciples alike, all saw the pride in this sword.
We all have a strong desire to fly, and want to reach up to the sky to embrace the bright moon!
Luo Mingchuan's face suddenly turned pale!
Snap——
Before the knife arrived, the powerful energy shot out, and the elm branch in Yin Biyue's hand broke with a sound!
In an instant, a long sword appeared under the blade.
It was no longer a branch, but a real sword.
There is no other choice, the Yihu sword has been unsheathed!
Having his elm branch cut off by his opponent and being forced to draw his real sword, under such uncertainty and pressure, Yin Biyue should have been panicked and lost his composure.
In fact, he had never felt more clear-headed and confident than at this moment.
Because he has a sword in his hand.
The sword is confidence.
He had never felt this emotion before.
Even though he could not use this sword, he had to admit that after countless days and nights of sword practice, he could no longer live without it.
Now that it's out of the sheath, why worry?
The blade is sharp and has to be pierced into the bone to fight. At this moment, the Yihu Sword seems to finally sense its master's mood.
The long sword went up along the blade, emitting a clear and cool light.
Chen Yi's face turned even paler, and a mighty force flowed from the handle of the knife to his wrist, as if a mountain had fallen on his knife, crushing every inch of his bones and meridians.
As soon as Yin Biyue drew his sword, he used the most domineering sword.
It is the 'Xiao Chong Shan' sword technique created by the Sword Saint.
On Cangya Mountain, he once saw Jun Yu practicing on the edge of a cliff.
Just as drawing a sword is an instinct in a dangerous situation, this sword is also his instinctive response.
How can I embrace the moon when thousands of mountains are blocking my way?
Chen Yi's sword was about to run out of power, but he had no time to draw his sword and turn around, because Yin Biyue's sword had already arrived.
The two swords were connected extremely tightly, like 'Crane's Cry in the Clouds' and 'Wind in the River', as if there was no gap.
Many people couldn't believe the sword master's Xiao Chongshan, but almost everyone recognized this sword.
"Han Shui!"
It was the only sword that Yin Biyue used in the battle.
The chill surged out from the tattered formation of the arena.
The long sword broke through the knife's momentum and moved forward.
This battle was full of twists and turns, and the situation changed too quickly.
The disciples of Lianjian Sect were just immersed in the moonlight in the sky and had no time to react before a chill penetrated their hearts.
Chen Yi's face was pale and he was about to fall under the sword's force.
There was a sudden cry of surprise. This sword was so swift and fierce that blood would splash three feet in the next moment!
Some people even closed their eyes.
After a moment, everything was calm.
There was no clanging of swords and knives, nor the sound of swords piercing flesh.
Yin Biyue's sword stopped half an inch away from Chen Yi's right shoulder. His hand holding the sword did not tremble at all, only his face was slightly pale.
The cold water sword was out, and it should have been impossible to stop it, but it stopped abruptly.
No one knows why.
But Yin Biyue knew it herself.
The sword still refused to accept his true essence, so he could only strike the sword the same way he had done before. However, this battle had consumed his spiritual consciousness, and he was unable to stabilize the true essence covering the sword.
When it was half an inch away, the true energy had dissipated.
Even if this sword landed, it would not have the power it should have. He had only drawn his sword for a short time, so no one would have noticed. If this sword landed on the target...
Fortunately, he put away the sword in time.
Chen Yi was slightly stunned, "Why?"
Not only him, everyone was waiting for Yin Biyue's answer.
Chen Yi is as simple as his sword, he asks whatever he wants to ask. Just like the words he blurted out when he first stood on the ring.
Yin Biyue felt that this was an opponent worthy of respect, so he decided to tell the truth, "I didn't show mercy, I just didn't have the strength to do it."
Chen Yi showed an expression of disbelief. Yin Biyue glanced at the audience and saw that everyone had the same expression.
It was as if... he was lying.
He could even hear the whispers in the crowd, "The sword's mighty force is like a mighty river splitting mountains and rocks. How can it be possible to say that it is not powerful enough?"
"Why would you show mercy even at the risk of being attacked by the sword?"
These days, no one believes the truth. Yin Biyue was a little annoyed and blurted out, "I'm not that kind, I really don't have the ability!"
"Ding - Hello, dear user, long time no see. The villain's line 'I'm not that kind' appears, the conditions are met, and the halo is activated!"
Yin Biyue was completely stunned.
He can swear to heaven!
He had long forgotten that he had the aura of a 'fierce villain'!
Since entering Yecheng, his state of mind has changed a lot. Even when facing enemies or opponents, he has never done anything like "looking at people with sharp swords" or "smiling coldly", and he has never said "I am not a good person".
But, this time!
The long dormant halo suddenly showed its presence!
He stood in the wind, feeling cold and desolate inside.
I just want to show off.
Why...at this time...
To increase hatred value...
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