That night, Yin Biyue waited for a long time before Luo Mingchuan said "OK".
So he carefully folded the letter of challenge written with a thin and sharp pen and put it into his sleeve. Luo Mingchuan felt a little embarrassed and felt like his cheat sheet was confiscated by the teacher in the school.
After that, the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention the matter again.
Yin Biyue's competition was the first among the three. As the time drew closer, he became calmer. Even the Yihu Sword still refused to accept his true essence.
On the day of the performance, his mood was as calm as a lake, without any ripples.
When the disciples of Cangya Mountain walked from Qiu Lake to the center of the city, the crowd separated from both sides, and countless eyes fell on them and on Yin Biyue. But after the previous two competitions, people's eyes were full of respect and awe.
From Yecheng to the foot of Chongming Mountain, there were crowds of people following from a distance, but there was no whispering or discussion.
Whether ordinary people or practitioners, they all felt that they were about to witness something big that would perhaps go down in history.
Yesterday, disciples from the Qinglu Sword Sect checked the protective formation of the ring again. This morning, the ring was crowded with people. On the east side of the stands, there were six elders from various sects with high seniority and cultivation, as well as a Yecheng priest.
Amidst the huge crowd, Yin Biyue and Zhong Shan walked onto the stage and stood opposite each other.
Everyone was waiting for them to say something at this moment, even if it was just to introduce themselves. Unfortunately, both of them were very quiet, which was bound to disappoint the audience.
Zhongshan raised the sword horizontally to his forehead, holding one end in each hand, and then bowed.
Yin Biyue bowed like him.
Unlike the usual bowing and saluting, this time they all chose the most formal and solemn etiquette.
The two men were of similar height, so the two swords stopped at the same height.
The sword is in the sheath, not showing its edge.
But Yihu began to shake.
The frequent collisions between the sword blade and the scabbard were like a sudden rain hitting a golden lotus, making a continuous buzzing sound.
At this moment, incredibly, Yin Biyue felt its emotions.
The sound of the sword was like a stern shout - in the absence of heroes, how could a young man become famous? !
It is shouting at the Wind and Rain Sword!
Under the Baopu Bagua Sword, the sword did not react. When the Frost Mist Knife embraced the moon, the sword just vibrated slightly.
But at this moment, just because it was placed at the same height as the Wind and Rain Sword, it became unwilling and angry, and the sword body trembled uncontrollably.
It turns out that it was not that it had no reaction, but that it was disdainful.
No one knew about these changes that happened quietly. Some people heard the vibration of the Yihu sword in its sheath and thought that Yin Biyue was gathering strength.
Even Zhong Shan felt that after just a pause and the greeting, when Yin Biyue stood up again, something was different.
But he is determined and will not panic because of the changes in his opponent.
A clear sound suddenly sounded, and the Wind and Rain Sword was unsheathed, whistling like the wind!
Almost at the same moment, the Yihu sword was unsheathed, with a long cry like a crane!
It completely drowned out the sound of the sharp wind, so all that echoed in the wilderness was the sound of the sword!
The disciples below the stage had not expected that the mere sound of swords fighting would cause such a huge noise right at the start, and they could not help but exclaim in amazement.
The elder of Qinglu Sword Sect in the stands shook his head, "The first time he was full of energy, the second time he was weaker, the third time he was exhausted... It's true that he is young and can't keep his composure."
Those with rich combat experience all agreed with him.
The two men started at the same time, but Zhongshan's sword was even faster and fell first. Unexpectedly, it was a move called "Warm Rain and Clear Wind Breaking the Frost", like the early spring with a gentle breeze and drizzle.
This is the starting gesture of the Wind and Rain Sword. It can't be said to be good, nor can it be said to be bad, it's just too neutral and peaceful.
There are many ways to block this sword, and there are at least twenty people in the audience who can resolve it in different ways.
But Yin Biyue had no intention of resolving the situation.
True energy flowed into the sword, like a stream flowing through a dry river. The Yihu Sword seemed to have become a part of his arm.
How happy it is to have the heavy stone that has been weighing on my chest for countless days and nights shattered in one day? ! How can I not feel satisfied? !
So he tapped his toes lightly, stepped forward with the sword in hand, and pressed down hard with the tip of the sword, like a white crane breaking through the wind and rain!
When the two swords met, the powerful energy surged and the morning mist retreated!
The true energy splashing from the sword's tip was like sparks burning the wild, falling on the ring, making a "chi chi" sound.
"Crane's cry in the clouds!"
It was the same move, but its power was so different from before that it was hard to believe.
But it’s still not enough.
The two swords separated as soon as they touched, and Yin Biyue fell to the ground with a fierce burning pain along his wrist to his meridians, like a raging fire burning through the wilderness.
From the corner of his eye he noticed the position of the elm tree beside the stage and he landed half an inch later than before.
And Zhongshan still stood there.
Few people noticed this kind of detail, but the Yecheng priest saw it and shook his head slightly.
The realm gap represents the gap in true energy output, which is an unchangeable fact.
Yin Biyue suddenly calmed down and started calculating again.
His mind raced, and the moment he landed, he drew his sword again.
Zhongshan's brows furrowed slightly.
Careful, meticulous, and good at calculations - this was his original judgment of Yin Biyue. Just like the competition with He Lai, all the previous restraints were to find the flaws and defeat the enemy in one move.
But the sword just now seemed to be completely unplanned, it was just a spontaneous move.
Not in any of the scenarios he had gamed out for the battle.
The rhythm was disrupted and both sides returned to the same starting point.
In just a split second, Yin Biyue's sword arrived.
The sword was covered with a soft halo, drawing an arc in the air, smooth and varied, as if the morning mist was also attracted by the beauty of the sword and gathered under his sword like wind and smoke on the river.
The sword in his hand was like a river of spring water, but the sword light flew and reached Zhongshan's face!
"'Smoke shrouds the cold water'!"
No one understood why, after the swift and fierce "Crane Crying in the Clouds", Yihu Sword strangely calmed down and returned to the original atmosphere of warm rain and sunny wind.
The sword light was not at all powerful and terrifying, but rather had a kind of beauty like a startled swan. Zhong Shan took two steps back.
After two steps, he raised his wrist and swung his sword, making only a sword flower, as if he was standing at a ferry moored at night, waving his sleeves to disperse the smoke on the river.
It is the closing move of Wind and Rain Sword - 'No need to return in the slanting wind and drizzle'.
As light as a swallow, yet determined to go, it spreads its wings and flies away over the misty cold river.
Many people in the audience were confused and puzzled.
Without the excitement of the collision of true essences and the earth-shaking sword power, what were Zhong Shan and Yin Biyue doing?
The disciples with more advanced cultivation in each sect began to speak up to explain their doubts.
"Brother Yin's sword, 'Smoke Shrouding the Cold Water', may seem light, but the angle and distance of the sword light are accurate to the millimeter, blocking all of Brother Zhong's paths, like a mist blocking the cold river."
"Brother Zhong did not advance but retreated. He took two steps in a very clever way, found a flaw that was out of a hundred, and broke through the fog with 'Slanting Wind and Drizzle, No Need to Return'."
Zhongshan pierced the fog with a sword, turned his wrist and stabbed diagonally, his body moved suddenly and quickly, like a light flying feather.
Yihu Sword came forward to meet the attack, there was no sword whistling, only the sound of a breeze.
Although the two men changed their moves quickly, there was no swift and fierce confrontation. Instead, they moved as smoothly as flowing water.
Cangya's sword technique 'Wind over the Cold Pond' versus the first move of the Feathered Clothes Sword Technique.
For a moment, the seasons seemed to change on the ring. The spring rain was like wine and the willows were like smoke. The chilly spring weather was accompanied by the cool spring rain.
But there are still people who can see the undercurrent beneath the beautiful tranquility.
"Their sword moves were extremely precise. Not a single bit of extra energy was wasted. They began to calculate and break the situation when the other party was about to strike with their swords."
"Both of them were using their swords to break the other's swords at the lowest cost, trying to seize the moment when the other party showed a flaw first."
"Whoever's sword is a second late, whoever's calculation is a step slower, the situation will change in an instant!"
But some people still don’t understand. Zhongshan’s realm is higher than Yin Biyue’s, so why does he also use such a cautious style of play?
Song Tang smiled and explained to Cheng Tianyu, "The spirit and true energy are consumed at a uniform rate, so it is most difficult for the opponent to break through in the battle."
This is the safest method.
When Yin Biyue's consciousness and true energy are not enough to support his calculations and swordplay, the winner will only be Zhongshan.
After all, it's still the gap in realm, and there's nothing we can do about it.
After more than forty moves, the battle entered a strange rhythm. Yin Biyue did not use the Cold Water Sword Technique, and Zhong Shan did not use the Wind and Rain Sword.
Their sword movements are very smooth and look very beautiful.
The grass is lush, the warblers are flying, and various flowers are growing on the trees.
Time passed quietly, the sun was high in the sky. Watching such a battle was almost like enjoying it, and many people breathed a sigh of relief. They waited silently for the truth to finally come out.
The next moment, someone looked slightly surprised and asked, "The wind is blowing?"
Why can’t the audience feel it?
All one could see was the wind blowing through the branches of the elm tree that stretched onto the stage, lifting the hem of Yin Biyue's Taoist robe, floating the wide sleeves of Zhongshan's robe, and lightly brushing the edge of the sword in his hand.
Then the sword tip spun slightly and suddenly stabbed downwards!
The wind blew up! The elm tree bent down hard!
Zhongshan jumped high up on tiptoe, his robe fluttering like flowing clouds in the wind!
It turned out that it was not the wind, but the power of the Wind and Rain Sword that had really started to rise.
The storm is coming.
Luo Mingchuan's pupils shrank slightly.
Zhongshan took the lead, there was only one possibility: his junior fellow apprentice revealed a flaw.
Many people thought of this, and their expressions suddenly became solemn.
The situation will change in the next moment!
Yin Biyue's expression remained unchanged, but his body moved slightly and he disappeared out of thin air. His steps were so fast that he seemed to be swaying in the wind.
But at this time, the arena was filled with wind, and the entire arena was filled with sword energy.
Where can I hide?
He knew very well what kind of long-awaited sword he was about to face.
But he was unable to gain momentum under the opponent's sword moves. There was no difference between forty moves and four hundred moves. It must be him who was lacking in true energy.
All the original plans were scrapped because Zhong Shan was much stronger than he had imagined.
That would just allow the other party to gain the upper hand.
This was the only way to break the deadlock. So he had a flaw.
The audience could not feel the wind, but they could hear the whistling of the wind and the sound of flying sand and rocks, as if the sound of the wind was resonating in the sea of consciousness. The weaker disciples subconsciously covered their ears.
The sword whistled in the wind! Instead of going towards the shadow, it stabbed straight into the void!
Amid the puzzled looks of the crowd, a blood mist gushed out from the void!
Blood splashed onto the stage, creating a white mist with a 'hiss' sound, and actually burned black marks on the stone stage.
It is the burning and violent true energy in the sword.
Zhongshan found Yin Biyue's location.
The sword pierced through the protective essence of the body and went straight into the skin and flesh.
Yin Biyue appeared from the void, his left arm covered in blood and flesh on his white Taoist robe, his face extremely pale.
But his eyes were surprisingly bright.
His sword was already one foot in front of Zhongshan!
The strong wind suddenly stopped and a chill spread.
The splattered blood turned into frost.
He paid the price of a sword wound that penetrated his bones in exchange for the opportunity to attack with his sword.
Thousands of deductions are all contained in this sword!
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