In the next few days, Yin Biyue and the other two went to watch the competition in Zhongshan, and spent the rest of the time practicing.
Until this day it was Yin Biyue's turn to take the stage.
The one fighting against him was Chen Yi from the Lianjian Sect, who was a disciple of the Lianjian Sub-Sage.
This was the second battle between a Sword Saint disciple and a Sub-Saint disciple, following the battle between Duan Chongxuan and Cheng Tianyu.
Chen Yi had good luck in the past draws, and his opponents were too far behind him, so he won easily without showing any clever tricks. The few matches were not very impressive and did not cause any sensation.
This battle was the first time he encountered a strong enemy.
Chen Yi and Chu Huan, one a martial arts practitioner and the other a spiritual practitioner, are the people in Lianjian Sect most likely to win the flower picking competition.
Whatever the reason, there were a lot of people from the Lianjian Sect under the stage that day.
The purple robes connected into one piece under the ring, like a vast blue ocean.
The seating arrangement in the stands was also changed because a powerful half-step Mahayana master arrived from the Lianjian Sect.
The temporary arrival of a big shot should have attracted attention, but unexpectedly, almost everyone looked behind the female elder of Lianjian Sect.
There stood a little girl.
The wide sleeves of her crimson gown fluttered in the morning breeze, and the morning glow cast a faint golden glow on her jade-like face. She was like a thin lilac, budding and about to bloom, with fragrance filling the courtyard before the blooming season.
The stands were high and far away, and many people could only see a vague outline.
Even so, I still have an inexplicable intuition that she is a one-in-a-million beauty.
“Is this Quduiyan?”
"She's really beautiful... Is she here to see Senior Brother Chen?"
All the disciples of Lianjian Sect showed a proud look of honor.
The deacon disciples of Qinglu Sword Sect also looked at the beauty in the distance and forgot to call for the start for a moment.
As for the two protagonists of this battle, they seemed to have been temporarily forgotten by the world.
The two of them stood opposite each other, which was a good opportunity to talk about something.
The first to speak was Chen Yi.
"Brother Yin, I know you. I graduated from Lanyuan Academy two years ago and became my master's disciple. When I was in the academy, I read your essay "On the Usefulness of Miscellaneous Studies" in the "Speculative Theory" course."
Yin Biyue listened quietly and nodded. Before a battle, the other party talked about the past, naturally not to get closer to each other.
Chen Yi continued, "So, I have only been a disciple of my master for two years. If I lose to you today, it is not because my master did not teach me well, but because I did not learn as well as you in the academy."
Yin Biyue said, "That makes sense."
That makes sense.
It was as if he had never even seen the Sword Saint, and all his sword training depended on self-study. If he lost to others, it would not be considered that the Sword Saint taught him badly.
Chen Yi smiled.
He had a calm temperament and no striking features on his facial features. Even the slightly flashy long gown of the Lianjian Sect was worn by him in a proper manner.
If such a person were to walk on the street, no one would ever think that he was a disciple of a sub-sage.
"Having said that, if I lose, it will always be a matter of damaging the reputation of the master..." He smiled, and suddenly a dazzling light appeared, which was incomparable and full of confidence and pride. "So, today I have to defeat you first."
Yin Biyue said nothing, but just looked at the elm tree beside the stage.
After his battle with He Lai, the tall elm tree withered halfway, but later it regained vitality due to the influence of Chu Huan's dead tree rejuvenation technique when he came on the field.
Now the tender green buds are trembling in the morning breeze, as if we have returned to early spring.
A strong man who is half a step away from Mahayana has arrived, and the spiritual consciousness of the Mahayana realm has also arrived.
He broke off a piece of elm branch and couldn't help thinking, what should he do if he met Zhongshan in the future?
Do we have to fight by breaking branches too?
But at the moment, he didn't want the other party to misunderstand him, so he explained, "I didn't mean to humiliate you."
Others might not believe this, but Chen Yi also came from an academy and had read Yin Biyue's articles. At this moment, he looked into the other person's eyes and felt that he must have his own difficulties and it was inconvenient for him to draw his sword, so he said, "It doesn't matter, I'm the one who got the upper hand."
The deacon disciple of Qinglu Sword Sect shouted, "Yin Biyue of Cangya Mountain versus Chen Yi of Lianjian Sect——"
The two of them met formally.
The eyes of the crowd finally fell on the two fighting parties, and they were surprised to find that the Sword Master's disciple was not yet ready to draw his sword.
But because of Yin Biyue's performance in the previous game, no one said he was overestimating his own abilities this time. Instead, they felt that this was a form of confidence and pride.
Luo Mingchuan frowned slightly. He had a hunch that his junior fellow disciple didn't draw his sword not because he was proud, but because drawing the sword would cause problems.
The female elder of Lianjian Sect on the stands also frowned and said to the girl behind her, "Even if you are extremely confident, you can't give up your advantages. Don't learn from him in the future."
"Aunt, I know." The little girl smiled faintly, shining like a pearl, but not dazzling, just making people feel extremely comfortable.
With her level of cultivation, there was no reason for her to stand here, but she came, watching the battle on the same stage with those elders above the Hinayana level. No one dared to say anything wrong, and they even wanted to move a chair for her.
Because she is Qu Duiyan.
The only daughter of the second sage Qu Jiang and the uncrowned princess of the Lianjian Sect.
Qu Duiyan agreed on the surface, but looking at the white-haired boy standing in the field with a branch, she felt that he was so high-spirited and so refreshing. Of course, her junior brother Chen Yi was also very cool when he drew his sword and slashed.
Chen Yi used a knife.
The sword is four feet long, made of Chenxing sand and refined steel, and is named "Shuanglan".
For thousands of years after the Sword Saint became famous, the sword was the most respected weapon in the martial arts world, and all other weapons were inferior. If it weren't for the appearance of Yan Xing, the 'Water-Breaking Knife', there would be almost no strong people who could use knives in the world.
Chen Yi's knife, like him, was in perfect order from the beginning to the end, neither fast nor slow, with no faults and no brilliance.
From a distance of more than ten feet, he slashed straight towards Yin Bi.
As the beginning of the battle that everyone was looking forward to, this knife really made people feel a little disappointed from the bottom of their hearts. No one saw anything as cool as Qu Duiyan.
Yin Biyue looked slightly stern as he faced the blade.
From the moment Chen Yi gained momentum, an extremely powerful aura emanated from the blade, like waves in the sea, rushing towards him.
Although the knife was not sharp, a huge wave rose from the ground, coming from the blade and was about to submerge the entire arena in an instant.
Yin Biyue stood on the stage, with the elm branch across his body, like a lone boat in the raging sea or a firefly in the long night.
At this moment he clearly realized that even if he could escape unscathed from He Lai's Baopu Bagua Sword, he could not avoid Chen Yi's 'Haikuo'.
There is no escape, I have to draw my sword.
Yin Biyue tiptoed up and flew up. The tender leaves on the elm branches scattered off the branches, but were blocked by the surging energy in the air and did not fall.
Among the dancing elm leaves, the thin branches faced the heavy long sword.
boom--
The collision of swords made a loud bang, like waves crashing against the shore!
Those who were slightly weaker in the audience felt their eardrums hurt immediately and they hurriedly used their luck and true energy to resist.
It was not until Yin Biyue's sword came out that people realized the power of Chen Yi's sword.
There is no speed, no brilliance, no sharpness, only power.
Pure power.
Many people have just begun to understand the elegance in Qu Duiyan's eyes, so they are so shocked that they are speechless.
How can a lone boat stop the ocean? How can a firefly illuminate the long night?
Yin Biyue lowered his wrist and swung the sword, and the elm branch flew across the blade, sparks and wood chips splashed like waves.
The sea was split and the waves were broken. In a breath, the roar echoed endlessly. Because it was so rapid, it sounded like a single sound, as if someone was trying to split the sea apart forcibly.
He had already swung out twenty-one sword strikes, but Chen Yi only used one.
The elder of Lianjian Sect praised succinctly, "Good sword."
A person who is half a step away from becoming a great master would naturally not be moved by the sword power that can break through the barrier realm.
What she saw was the intention of the knife.
Unlike the sword, the knife was one of the earliest weapons to appear in human hands because of its simplicity.
A knife is used for chopping wood and hunting, and a knife is used for killing chickens and sheep.
Chen Yi's sword move was simple, but sometimes, extreme simplicity means power.
Qu Duiyan also thought that this knife was very good.
As a fellow disciple taught by a master, she naturally knew that this was Chen Yi's strongest sword.
But I didn't expect that he would use it without hesitation at the beginning of the battle.
I have to say, the best thing is timing.
Only when you have abundant true energy and a strong fighting spirit can you wield the sword to perfection.
Even a tiger will use all its strength to fight a rabbit. Since it is a fight, the first move should be the strongest one.
This shows that he not only knows how to use a knife, but also how to fight.
Luo Mingchuan was one of the first people to see the sea.
His face remained expressionless as he stared at the ring, his hands clenched into fists under his wide sleeves.
The sword and the knife separated, and the elm branch in Yin Biyue's hand became shorter, only the length of a finger joint, but he noticed it.
When the waves receded, the brown reefs and the winding beach revealed their true hideous appearance.
Chen Yi's first strike had already done its job, but the second strike had not yet arrived.
The brief interval was enough for Yin Biyue to slightly deflect his body and escape from the blade.
All the true energy in his body was poured out, and his spiritual consciousness was rapidly consumed. Not only his body, but even his breath completely disappeared on the stage!
Exclamations and gasps rang out one after another, "Treading on the mountains and rivers!"
It turns out this is the real way to walk on mountains and rivers.
When Yin Biyue fought He Lai, he only used one tenth of his power.
Chen Yi's expression remained unchanged, and he did not hesitate for a moment in the angle and speed of retracting the knife.
It seemed that in his eyes, whether his opponent disappeared or not had nothing to do with him.
He only has eyes for the knife.
He put away his knife and stepped back, holding it in front of him.
If it is said that in the past thousand years, only ten people have read "Introduction to Stepping on Mountains and Rivers" in the university library, then Chen Yi is one of them.
Whether it is the mysteries of space or the prediction of star tracks, they are all based on the dean's most powerful means - calculation.
He didn't learn to 'tread on mountains and rivers', but he understood it. That was enough.
He knew that with Yin Biyue's current state, this level of intense spiritual power consumption would only last for half a cup of tea.
The blade was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and wisps of clouds flying by.
After the 'vast sea' comes the 'sky'.
Countless sword lights shot out, and the sharp lines cut every inch of space on the ring.
In the thousands of calculations that Yin Biyue made without stopping for a moment, let alone making mistakes, if he was just one step slower, a knife would come in front of him and leave a bloody shadow.
This sword move is natural and smooth, which is in line with the aesthetics of practitioners.
Everyone felt that Chen Yi's response was perfect.
Under the blue sky, where can you hide?
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