The dust has not yet completely settled in this competition.
However, Chu Qingcang was completely defeated in the first game.
Lu Yuanqing’s sitting figure stiffened slightly unnoticeably.
His eyes were locked on the figure standing on the stage holding a sword - Wu Buxiu, a disciple of Wanjian Sect.
Also, that sword.
Middle-grade magical weapon, Lingxiao Sword.
The sword's glow flows, seeming to silently announce the wealth of Wanjian Sect.
Lu Yuanqing’s heart sank suddenly.
The Wanjian Sect was actually willing to equip a disciple who was not a top-notch disciple with a mid-level magic weapon.
This investment and determination far exceeded expectations.
Lu Yuanqing's eyes slowly swept across the seats of his sect's disciples.
The young faces are filled with nervousness and perhaps subtle fear.
Except for the chief disciple, and his top-grade magic weapon as a trump card.
The best weapons in the hands of the remaining three disciples who participated in the battle were only top-quality spiritual weapons.
There is an insurmountable chasm between the spiritual weapon and the magical weapon.
Using spiritual weapons against magical weapons is like hitting an egg against a stone, with little chance of winning.
Lu Yuanqing's eyes involuntarily drifted to the seats of Wanjian Sect disciples under the martial arts viewing platform.
Hu Yanchen.
The rumored innate sword body and outstanding swordsmanship talent. It is said that the sword intention has already begun to show its sharpness.
Chu Ling.
Nine Spirit Sword Body, Innate Spirit Body, Saint of Ten Thousand Swords Sect.
These two people are the real trump cards of Wanjian Sect.
Lu Yuanqing slowly took in a breath of cool air and forced down the surging waves in his heart.
Calm down.
The more you are at this moment, the more calm you need to be.
You must not play your only trump card at this moment.
In the next few competitions, I'm afraid... some disciples will become cannon fodder and consume the opponent.
They will become the stones paving the way for the final victory.
Elder Sikong twirled his long beard under his chin, with a kind look on his face, as kind as the old man next door.
Only those eyes that occasionally narrowed would flash with unconcealable shrewdness and pride.
Very good.
A good start.
Wu Buxiu won cleanly, and the power of Lingxiao Sword was just right to frighten his opponent.
The foundation of Tianji Sect seems to be nothing more than this.
Victory is firmly in the hands of Wanjian Sect.
Elder Sikong picked up the spirit tea at hand and took a slow sip.
The warm tea slides into the throat, bringing a comfortable warmth.
The fragrance of tea is refreshing, just like my mood at this moment.
He glanced at Lu Yuanqing, whose face was as gloomy as water.
An almost undetectable sneer curled up at the corner of his mouth.
Old fox, let’s see what other methods you can use to turn things around this time.
The faces of several Tianji Sect elders were even uglier than Lu Yuanqing’s, filled with anxiety.
Elder He frowned and twisted his brows into the character Sichuan.
"I never expected that Wanjian Sect would use a medium-grade magic weapon in the first game."
At this time.
Lu Yuanqing looked at Elder He calmly, and his spiritual power moved secretly, conveying an unquestionable decision.
Elder He took the order, cleared his throat, and loudly sounded throughout the audience, announcing the start of the second competition.
The second Tianji Sect disciple, Zhao Heng, walked onto the stage holding a long sword.
The sword body is flowing with a blue halo, and it is a top-quality spiritual sword.
Wu Buxiu glanced across from him, with a hint of disdain on his lips.
"Spiritual weapon?"
"There is no one in the Tianji Sect, how dare you come up with such a shabby thing to embarrass yourself?"
He casually weighed the Lingxiao Sword in his hand, exuding pressure far beyond that of a spiritual weapon.
Zhao Heng's face darkened and he did not answer, but poured all his spiritual power into the sword.
Blu-ray is booming.
He rushed forward suddenly, the tip of his sword pointed directly at Wu Buxiu's chest, causing a sharp sound to break through the air.
Wu Buxiu didn’t even move.
He just raised the Lingxiao Sword lightly and made a random movement.
"Dang!"
The harsh sound of gold and iron exploded.
Zhao Heng felt a huge force coming from the sword body, his arm shook violently, and the tiger's mouth instantly shattered.
The top-quality spiritual sword in his hand let out a cry, and the blue halo suddenly dimmed.
Wu Buxiu flicked his wrist.
The Lingxiao Sword slid up Zhao Heng's sword like a living thing.
The sword sank suddenly.
"Crack!"
A crisp sound.
The top-quality spiritual sword was actually cut off.
Zhao Heng looked at the half-broken sword in his hand and stood blankly on the spot.
Wu Buxiu kicked out and hit Zhao Heng in the lower abdomen.
Zhao Heng groaned, spitting blood and flew backwards. He fell heavily under the martial arts stage and passed out.
"Next."
Wu Buxiu put away his sword and stood up, his eyes sweeping over the seats of Tianji Sect with undisguised contempt.
The Tianji Sect watched the disciples fall into dead silence.
Lu Yuanqing's face remained calm, but the fingers in his sleeves curled up slightly.
After a while, the third disciple, Sun Qian, gritted his teeth and walked onto the stage.
In his hand was also a top-quality spiritual sword. The sword was red and seemed to be burning with flames.
"Huh, if you change the color, it won't be tattered?"
Wu Buxiu sneered.
Sun Qian roared angrily and activated the sword technique. The red flame sword turned into a fire dragon and roared towards Wu Buxiu.
Wu Buxiu’s eyes were indifferent, and the Lingxiao Sword came out again.
No fancy moves.
Only simple and direct chops.
The condensed sword light flashed away.
The roaring fire dragon was like paper, split from it and scattered into sparks all over the sky.
The sword light remained unabated and passed by Sun Qian's side.
The protective aura on Sun Qian was shattered instantly.
A cut was made on his left arm, and blood spurted out.
"Waste."
Wu Buxiu sheathed his sword without even looking at Sun Qian.
The Tianji Sect disciples who came to watch the battle were silent, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.
Many young disciples looked pale and their bodies were trembling slightly.
The top-quality spiritual swords that they were so proud of were so vulnerable to the opponent's magical weapons.
Is this the difference in background?
In the Wanjian Sect, just one inner disciple can take out the Lingxiao Sword, which is a magical weapon.
And their Tianji Sect can only take out the spiritual weapon.
Frustration is like a cold tide, flooding the hearts of every Tianji Sect disciple.
Envy and jealousy eventually turned into deep powerlessness.
Lu Yuanqing slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were completely calm.
In the martial arts arena, the air seemed to freeze.
A crisp sound.
The top-quality spiritual sword of Tianji Sect’s fourth disciple who participated in the battle broke at the sound.
The fragments spun out and pierced deeply into the hard bluestone.
The disciple holding the sword was dripping with blood and staggered back a few steps, his face as pale as paper.
Across from him, Wu Buxiu stood proudly holding the Lingxiao Sword.
"Or the ultimate spiritual sword?"
Wu Buxiu sneered, and the sound reached the ears of every disciple.
"In front of my Lingxiao Sword, it is just a piece of tattered scrap metal."
His eyes were arrogant, and he glanced at the ugly-faced Tianji Sect disciples in the audience.
Four consecutive games, devastating.
Wu Buxiu felt that he had control of the entire scene.
"Alas..."
A low sigh sounded, as if a fuse was lit.
"How to compare? People have magic weapons at their fingertips."
"The Wanjian Sect has such a profound foundation, we..."
...
Elder He asked in a low voice: "Sect Master, there is only one person left..."
Lu Yuanqing nodded slightly and looked at the end of the disciple's seat.
There, a figure stood up slowly, with a solemn expression and anger on his face.
He is the Tianji Sect’s last hope for this battle.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on him, nervous and expecting.
At the moment when the last disciple is about to step onto the martial arts stage.
"Whoops——!"
A dazzling purple-gold stream of light pierced the sky, with a sharp sound of breaking wind, quickly approaching from the distant sky!
The speed is extremely fast, and it is hovering over the martial arts field in the blink of an eye.
The powerful spiritual pressure spread, making many disciples with lower cultivation levels feel a sense of chest tightness.
Everyone looked up in shock.
The light dispersed, revealing several figures.
The leader is an old man wearing a luxurious purple robe. His face is ashen, his eyes are sharp, and he exudes powerful pressure.
Beside him was a young disciple with a pair of triangular eyes and a short and fat figure. He was Qu Buyuan of the Weapon Refining Sect.
Behind them were a group of disciples from the Weapon Refining Sect.