Jianshan Tournament 9 Yin Yi
Before Leng Can could think carefully, he met the enemy head on.
The two immediately adjusted their combat status.
"Xiaocan, just protect yourself."
"yes."
After several battles and killing enemies, it was already dark and the two returned to the previous cave.
"Cong Mo, you must remember the most basic element of the ruthless path: not being swayed by emotions, whether towards things or people." Leng Can advised her earnestly, "It's better for you to cultivate the ruthless path. If you cultivate something else, who knows what will happen."
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"Forget it if you don't understand." Leng Can felt dizzy and leaned on Cong Mo's shoulder.
"There are still thirty people left. The current number should be less than a hundred. Why isn't the illusion changing?" Cong Mo looked up at the sky. "What's happening outside?"
"How dare you, the demon clan, come and provoke us at such an important moment?" The sect leader kicked the monster away with an unhappy look on his face.
Just now, as they were watching the game, the barrier of the Immortal Mountain suddenly fluctuated, causing the ground on the Immortal Mountain to tremble. The elder Qingyi was the first to react, using his magic weapon to find the source of the barrier rupture. "Someone is trying to force their way in from behind the Immortal Mountain!"
When the elders arrived, a large group of monsters were desperately trying to squeeze in. Demonic energy and spiritual energy have been in conflict since ancient times. They used their bodies as a guide to continuously hit the barrier, trying to use demonic energy to offset the spiritual energy, thereby destroying the barrier and entering.
"He's really not afraid of death!"
The old man of love and the old man of magic cast a spell to repair the barrier, while the old man of sword and the sect leader led the disciples to rush to the barrier to kill the monsters. After several twists and turns, the monsters died on the ground and several disciples were slightly injured.
"Are you from the demon clan?" The old man with the sword pointed his sword at a dying demon.
The monster had a ferocious expression and put its neck on the sword, bleeding to death.
"Driving monsters requires a large amount of demonic energy," said the old man. "Anyone who can drive so much demonic energy must be from the demon world. The newly appointed Demon King is probably planning to disrupt world peace!"
"The barrier has been repaired." The old man transported the spiritual energy back into his body and crossed the barrier to check the monster's corpse.
"Jian Yi, go back and preside over the competition first to calm people down. Cong Mo and his men killed the enemies too quickly. I'm afraid there are less than a hundred of them left."
"Yes." The old man Jian Yi left first.
The old man slowly stood up. "The demonic energy of these monsters is weak, not even as strong as the ones we encounter in the human world. After so much time, it's impossible to detect the source of their demonic energy. I'm afraid they didn't come here simply to launch a sneak attack."
"They want to test the barrier of the Immortal Mountain. They can just force their way through it with a few monsters like these with low demonic energy." The Sect Master's expression was grim, completely different from the gentle demeanor he had just displayed with his disciples. "They are a bit too bold. Do they think our Immortal Mountain is easy to bully? Shuyi, come with me to the Demon Realm to find out. Qingyi, you and Jianyi will protect the Immortal Mountain. Take these injured disciples to Yaoyi for treatment. I..."
"That's not right." The old man grabbed the Sect Master's arm and shook his head. "Sect Master, their goal is more than that. If you go now, you'll fall into the Demon King's trap!"
The Sect Master paused, immediately thinking through the consequences of this move. "If I go and question the culprit this time, I'm afraid I'll be tricked. This unidentified demonic creature, with its demonic energy of unknown origin, the Demon Realm can easily deny its responsibility. And if the Immortal Mountain goes to question me for no apparent reason, we could easily be accused of stirring up trouble, and I'm afraid we'll be accused of causing the war."
"Why don't we take the initiative to invite the Demon King?" said the old man. "The Immortal Mountain only offered verbal congratulations on the Demon King's inauguration. Although immortals and demons have always been incompatible, if we hold a banquet at the Immortal Mountain, they will surely not refuse."
"No." The old man stroked his beard. "It's too dangerous. Even if the Immortal Mountain is our territory, problems are very likely to arise. The situation in the Demon Realm is unpredictable. We can't let them in rashly. The demonic energy will trigger desires and evil thoughts. There are many young disciples in the Immortal Mountain, and their Taoism is unstable. If something unexpected happens, it will be unpredictable."
"So...what should we do?"
The leader said, "We should defend in order to advance. Wait until the game is over and see how the demon world reacts before making any decisions."
The two elders followed the clan leader and said, "This is the only way."
"Qingyi." The sect leader suddenly called him.
Qing Yi stepped forward and said, "Master."
"Cong Mo is the breakthrough point." The sect leader looked ahead at the disciples watching the match intently. "If we're capturing the aura correctly, they'll definitely find Cong Mo. You must protect her. She's not only the best weapon trigger, but she's also a disciple of our Immortal Mountain. We have an obligation to her."
"Yes." The old man nodded.
Elder Jian Yi was reading out the rules. "The rules of the competition have changed. Now that there are less than 100 players remaining, a realm switch will be implemented. Contestants will have the opportunity to enter the valley and swamp realms. The competition rules will continue. Only when there are 20 players remaining in both realms will you advance to the next round. There will be no more realm switches. The monsters in this realm are stronger, and various trials will appear. Passing these trials will give you a chance to obtain designated spirit stones. Please strive to survive."
"This round of competition is over and we will enter the halftime break. Please protect your spirit stones and continue to work hard in the next round."
"So fast." Leng Can had been fighting with Cong Mo all day, his back and waist ached, and his hands were so tired that he could hardly lift them. "If you are not in the same illusion, I will bring spirit stones to find you."
Cong Mo shook his head. "The spirit stones in your hand are enough to keep you alive. The rules behind this are still unknown. Unless absolutely necessary, it's best not to use them."
"Conversion countdown,"
"three,"
"Xiao Mo, you must wait for me."
"two,"
"I'm waiting for you."
"one."
When he opened his eyes again, Leng Can was gone.
She looked around. The terrain was low and flat, with water on the surface. Her breath was always mixed with the scent of earth. She had entered a swamp illusion.
She sniffed and moved her ears
The light but hurried footsteps betrayed the location of the person coming.
Behind me,
Cong Mo turned around quickly and drew his sword to fight.
The ground was slippery and my feet sank instantly.
The man pressed her down fiercely, "Give me your life!"
Cong Mo gripped the hilt tightly, slowly moved his feet, raised his foot upwards, raised the sword and pushed back, "Beg me."
He used too much brute force, but he was no match for her.
The man's expression changed, as if he hadn't expected a woman like her to be so strong. His palms glowed, and he even risked injecting spiritual power into the sword. "If you're brave enough, let's fight with spiritual power."
"I advise you not to." Cong Mo's feet sank deeper into the water in response to his spiritual power, but her sword-holding hand didn't tremble at all, instead it became even more powerful. She advised him kindly, "It's not the last moment yet. Why waste your spiritual power fighting? Exhausting it now won't help you survive to the end."
"Whether I survive or not is none of my business now. Killing you is my goal."
"You are not strong enough to kill me."
"What nonsense!" The man sneered and injected even more spiritual power into him, pressing Cong Mo's foot, which was used to support the ground, completely into the mud.
"I never lie."
"If you were in the same situation as now, would you kill me?"
Without a word, Cong Mo suddenly lowered his body and swung his sword backwards. The two swords collided with each other, making a sharp sound. The friction between the blades caused fire to form. "No."
She kicked, splashing mud all over the man's face. He had no choice but to step back and wipe the dirt off his face. "You're quite good, come on."
Cong Mo shook off the mud on his shoes, stepped forward with one leg, and stood sideways. "Okay."
The two men rushed towards each other, their bodies agile and their swords flashing like weaving.
The man's attack was fierce, the tip of the sword cut through the air, and with the whistling sound of spiritual energy infused in it, it went straight to Cong Mo's vitals. Cong Mo dodged flexibly at the fastest speed, and swung the sword quickly to scratch the man's arm. The man's attack was powerful, and Cong Mo dodged quickly, only launching a sneak attack when he got close. The sword shadows were heavy, weaving into an impenetrable net.
Swords clashed, metal clashed, sparks flew, and the two men fought to a standstill.
But the man soon lost strength, and using the sword with spiritual power consumed a lot of physical strength. When he attacked in time, Cong Mo put the sword to his neck. "You are too slow."
"Wait!" the man shouted just before the sword fell. "If I don't want to kill you now, will there be another chance?"
Cong Mo thought for a while, slowly put down the sword, and finally took a few spirit stones with attack and protection effects in her hand and let the man go.
"You have a lot of spirit stones on hand now, don't you?" the man said, clutching the wound on his arm as he slowly followed her. "I'm from Yaoshan, my name is Yin Yi. Don't you think it's strange that someone from Yaoshan who studies medicine would actually come to participate in the Jianshan Competition? Even our master didn't come."
"Nothing strange, you're wearing Yaoshan's clothes." Cong Mo gave him a healing spirit stone. "This one was split from the main spirit stone. It can only heal superficial wounds."
"Thank you!" Yin Yi laughed heartily. "You who practice the ruthless way are truly powerful and kind."
"You're not bad either," Cong Mo praised. "Yaoshan prioritizes healing and saving lives, and doesn't advocate practicing martial arts. To be able to cultivate swordsmanship to this level requires effort beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"You can understand me." Yin Yi's eyes lit up.
"No, people can't empathize. I'm just stating the facts. Also..." Cong Mo took back the spirit stone from his hand, "Leave once your injury is healed."
"Don't!" Yin Yi chased after her, very familiar, "Meeting is fate. Since we met and fought a battle and the other party is still alive, why not move forward together."
"You were going to kill me."
"Well, that was an accident." Yin Yi scratched his head awkwardly. "Anyway, meeting is fate. If you win the competition, you can teach me swordsmanship and I'll teach you medicine. How about a sparring match?"
Cong Mo stopped walking. She was moved by what Yin Yi said. She turned to look at Yin Yi and said, "Really teach me medical skills."
"Of course!" Yin Yi said with a smile.
"Well, let's go together." Cong Mo stared at the tracking spirit stone and pointed to the one closest to them, "Go here."
"Are we going hunting?"
"Don't be happy."
"I'm excited!"
"There is no difference."
At this time, Leng Can was sweating profusely. An ice ball hit out from his palm, and with a "bang" it hit a monster, which fell down, and another one immediately climbed up.
Why, why are there so many!
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