Chapter 360 Battle of the Lord
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Guo Yan Yun Yan Feng Ling
Chapter 360 Battle of the Lord
Simply take the moon and walk to the martial arts arena of Tianjianzong. In fact, every mountain peak has a arena and a martial arts arena. Since the two fighting are high-level monks, the location is set at the main peak, Tianjian Peak.
"My lord, do you want the moon to fight this time?"
The moon still rested on Jian Jian's shoulder, and asked excitedly.
"Hey, you've been missed even if you didn't make a move. If you really do make a move, you will be missed even more. Besides, the other party didn't send spirit beasts to fight, so let's keep a low profile."
"Okay, listen to your lord."
All the way to Tianjian Peak, it was Yu Yuanhai who was in charge of reception. He explained the rules of the battle, and summed it up as follows: if you compete with each other, you can't make a dead hand.
Simply state that you understand:
"Senior Sister Jianwan and I don't have any enmity. We are just discussing each other to see if we can improve each other's cultivation."
The two chatted for a few words and arrived at the Martial Arts Arena. They didn't meet a few monks on the way, but when they arrived at the Martial Arts Arena, they saw a group of monks who came to watch the battle, both in the stage of transformation and distraction.
"Greetings to Lord Sword Slaughter."
Simply nod your head as a greeting.
Looking around for a week, Jian Wan hadn't arrived yet, Yue Yue was a little unhappy, so she sent a voice transmission to Jian Jian:
"She challenged you, why is it late?"
"We are early."
Simply touch the moon's head and continue to explain:
"With Jianwan's cultivation status, it's normal to put on a show and make an appearance at the finale."
As soon as the words fell, Jian Wan brought Jian Ning, Fu Yao, Pi Yu and a group of attendants into the martial arts arena.
On the other hand, it is simple, only the moon is brought, not even a entourage.
In fact, it is simple to send all four of them out to bet, betting that they will win.
The four of them simply took all their belongings and placed bets in batches. The gamblers were a little surprised. In the past few days, the number of people betting on the sword to kill the Lord to win has increased.
As soon as the four of them left the gambling stall, Yu Jiajia came with his attendant.
The betting monk looked at Yu Jiajia in front of him, then glanced at the attendant behind her, and then asked:
"Little fairy, did you go to the wrong place?"
"Aren't you a gambling stall here? Today is the challenge between Lord Jian Wan and Lord Jian Slaughter."
"Yes!"
When the monk heard this, he felt that this little fairy was from the Qing Dynasty, and she was here for them.
"Hey! These are all my spirit stones, and I bet on killing the Lord with the sword to win."
Yu Jiajia put the spirit stones she had received from birth to the present, as well as the spirit stones she had borrowed from her attendant, in a storage ring, and handed them to the monk at the stall.
The monk who gambled swept away his consciousness and almost fell down. These spirit stones are enough for him to attack and transform himself into a god.
"Is there something wrong?"
Yu Jiajia asked.
"No, I'll do it for you."
Quickly completed the formalities, handed the jade slip to Yu Jiajia, and wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on the forehead, a person suddenly appeared behind the little fairy, and also dropped a storage ring, and then came a low-pitched male voice:
"Slaying the Lord with the sword wins."
Yu Jiajia raised her head and said with a smile:
"Uncle Yu, you also bet on the sword to kill the Lord."
"Jiajia is betting on the sword to kill the Lord, so Uncle Yu will naturally support Jiajia."
Jiajia nodded, and when the group completed the formalities and left, the monk at the gambling stall immediately rang the small bell to indicate that the game was about to start and stop betting.
Tianjianfeng Martial Arts Arena
Jian Wan and Jian Jian were already standing in the center of the martial arts arena, both of them were waiting for the referee to appear.
"Junior Sister, are you ready?"
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your concern. There is nothing to prepare. We have all cultivated to this level. Besides, it is just a competition. I believe Senior Sister will not let me lose too badly."
There was a smile on Jian Wan's serious face, but she still said cautiously:
"Jian Lu, although you started late and stayed in the sect for a short time, you still have some confidence in yourself."
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your suggestion."
The atmosphere of friendly exchanges between the two made the people who came to watch the battle express their admiration. This is the highest state of the battle.
A moment later, a middle-aged cultivator appeared in the air, with a stern face and a deep voice:
"I am the referee Jianpan for this challenge. The two nephews will start when they are ready."
"Trouble Master Jianpan."
The two bowed and saluted, and when they got up again, a blue transparent light shield rose from the entire martial arts arena, surrounding Jian Wan and Jian Lun.
"Junior Sister, ready to accept the call."
"Please enlighten me, Senior Sister."
Jian Wan said that a flash of sword light had rushed towards Jian Jian, but Jian Jian did not block it hard, but followed the pace of "following like a shadow", and moved a small step to the left to avoid the opponent's attack.
At this time, apart from the monks watching the game, there are water mirrors in the air, all of which are fit and Mahayana monks watching the game.
Yu Jiajia was with her ancestor. Although with her current cultivation, she might not be able to see some moves clearly, but this did not prevent her from joining in the fun.
Jianwan's attacks continued continuously, and she mainly focused on dodging at the beginning. She wanted to see the swordsmanship of this lord Jianwan.
Jian Wan holds a two-handed sword, and her sword is powerful. Every attack is like a long stream of water, continuous, and she can't find a point to stop the opponent's attack for a while, so she mainly focuses on dodging.
Although Jian Wan didn't show it on her face, she had already decided in her heart that the opponent was average in strength and not her opponent. Before the smile on the corner of her mouth could be hung, she froze.
With a sound of "bang", Jianwan's sword power was broken, and the huge impact force swayed inside the protective cover, causing both of them to retreat a few steps to the edge of the martial arts arena.
Jian Jian didn't draw his sword, but activated the upgraded Hei Yao bracelet. Jian Jian's fist was covered by a layer of purple-gold halo. The blow just now was her test of water, and she only used [-]% of her spiritual power.
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your mercy."
Jian Jian only opened his mouth to thank Jian Wan when the power of the hedge dissipated, but Jian Wan just smiled reluctantly, cursing in his heart:
"Be merciful to the bullshit, I don't want to be merciful."
"Senior Sister, it's my turn to attack."
At the end of the words, a flash of light and shadow flashed, followed by clusters of purple fist shadows, attacking Jian Wan, Jian Wan reacted quickly, and kept swinging the long sword while moving around, knocking out the fist shadows one by one, but still missed two. With the shadow of a fist, Jian Wan had no choice but to jump up and dodge the two attacks.
Two deep pits were left on the ground of the martial arts arena, Jian Jian also jumped into the air, and the two faced each other far away.
"Junior sister, are you looking down on me? Why don't you even show your sword?"
"Isn't it because Senior Sister didn't give me a chance! I was a bit flustered in the first challenge and lost my sense of proportion. Don't blame Senior Sister."
Jian Jian said haha, and with one hand, Mo Xi No. [-] appeared in her hand. The silver sword was not stained with any murderous aura, and it looked like a newly tempered sword.
"To deal with this kind of monk, let the novice come forward, and let him increase his qualifications."
These are the original words spoken by the sword spirit of Moxijian. Moxijian No. [-] jumped in the dantian very cooperatively and appeared in Jianjian's hand.
Moxi sword raised, and simply and quietly drew a sword, the sword was straight towards Jianwan on the opposite side, Jianwan frowned, feeling bad, and quickly swung a sword to block it.
The simple sword gesture collided with Jianwan's sword gesture, and the simple water sword merged with the opponent's sword gesture, engulfing the opponent's sword gesture little by little, followed by the endless life of the wood sword, which completely overwhelmed Jianwan's sword gesture. Shattered, the sword of fire hit the sword in the opponent's hand.
With a sound of "Dang", Jian Wan only had time to withdraw the long sword, but was still cut open by the simple sword force.
Jianwan's natal sword was damaged, and she staggered back a few steps, using the sword to strike the ground, barely standing still, and looked up at Jian Lu who was facing her, who also looked at her expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)
Simply take the moon and walk to the martial arts arena of Tianjianzong. In fact, every mountain peak has a arena and a martial arts arena. Since the two fighting are high-level monks, the location is set at the main peak, Tianjian Peak.
"My lord, do you want the moon to fight this time?"
The moon still rested on Jian Jian's shoulder, and asked excitedly.
"Hey, you've been missed even if you didn't make a move. If you really do make a move, you will be missed even more. Besides, the other party didn't send spirit beasts to fight, so let's keep a low profile."
"Okay, listen to your lord."
All the way to Tianjian Peak, it was Yu Yuanhai who was in charge of reception. He explained the rules of the battle, and summed it up as follows: if you compete with each other, you can't make a dead hand.
Simply state that you understand:
"Senior Sister Jianwan and I don't have any enmity. We are just discussing each other to see if we can improve each other's cultivation."
The two chatted for a few words and arrived at the Martial Arts Arena. They didn't meet a few monks on the way, but when they arrived at the Martial Arts Arena, they saw a group of monks who came to watch the battle, both in the stage of transformation and distraction.
"Greetings to Lord Sword Slaughter."
Simply nod your head as a greeting.
Looking around for a week, Jian Wan hadn't arrived yet, Yue Yue was a little unhappy, so she sent a voice transmission to Jian Jian:
"She challenged you, why is it late?"
"We are early."
Simply touch the moon's head and continue to explain:
"With Jianwan's cultivation status, it's normal to put on a show and make an appearance at the finale."
As soon as the words fell, Jian Wan brought Jian Ning, Fu Yao, Pi Yu and a group of attendants into the martial arts arena.
On the other hand, it is simple, only the moon is brought, not even a entourage.
In fact, it is simple to send all four of them out to bet, betting that they will win.
The four of them simply took all their belongings and placed bets in batches. The gamblers were a little surprised. In the past few days, the number of people betting on the sword to kill the Lord to win has increased.
As soon as the four of them left the gambling stall, Yu Jiajia came with his attendant.
The betting monk looked at Yu Jiajia in front of him, then glanced at the attendant behind her, and then asked:
"Little fairy, did you go to the wrong place?"
"Aren't you a gambling stall here? Today is the challenge between Lord Jian Wan and Lord Jian Slaughter."
"Yes!"
When the monk heard this, he felt that this little fairy was from the Qing Dynasty, and she was here for them.
"Hey! These are all my spirit stones, and I bet on killing the Lord with the sword to win."
Yu Jiajia put the spirit stones she had received from birth to the present, as well as the spirit stones she had borrowed from her attendant, in a storage ring, and handed them to the monk at the stall.
The monk who gambled swept away his consciousness and almost fell down. These spirit stones are enough for him to attack and transform himself into a god.
"Is there something wrong?"
Yu Jiajia asked.
"No, I'll do it for you."
Quickly completed the formalities, handed the jade slip to Yu Jiajia, and wiped off the sweat that didn't exist on the forehead, a person suddenly appeared behind the little fairy, and also dropped a storage ring, and then came a low-pitched male voice:
"Slaying the Lord with the sword wins."
Yu Jiajia raised her head and said with a smile:
"Uncle Yu, you also bet on the sword to kill the Lord."
"Jiajia is betting on the sword to kill the Lord, so Uncle Yu will naturally support Jiajia."
Jiajia nodded, and when the group completed the formalities and left, the monk at the gambling stall immediately rang the small bell to indicate that the game was about to start and stop betting.
Tianjianfeng Martial Arts Arena
Jian Wan and Jian Jian were already standing in the center of the martial arts arena, both of them were waiting for the referee to appear.
"Junior Sister, are you ready?"
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your concern. There is nothing to prepare. We have all cultivated to this level. Besides, it is just a competition. I believe Senior Sister will not let me lose too badly."
There was a smile on Jian Wan's serious face, but she still said cautiously:
"Jian Lu, although you started late and stayed in the sect for a short time, you still have some confidence in yourself."
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your suggestion."
The atmosphere of friendly exchanges between the two made the people who came to watch the battle express their admiration. This is the highest state of the battle.
A moment later, a middle-aged cultivator appeared in the air, with a stern face and a deep voice:
"I am the referee Jianpan for this challenge. The two nephews will start when they are ready."
"Trouble Master Jianpan."
The two bowed and saluted, and when they got up again, a blue transparent light shield rose from the entire martial arts arena, surrounding Jian Wan and Jian Lun.
"Junior Sister, ready to accept the call."
"Please enlighten me, Senior Sister."
Jian Wan said that a flash of sword light had rushed towards Jian Jian, but Jian Jian did not block it hard, but followed the pace of "following like a shadow", and moved a small step to the left to avoid the opponent's attack.
At this time, apart from the monks watching the game, there are water mirrors in the air, all of which are fit and Mahayana monks watching the game.
Yu Jiajia was with her ancestor. Although with her current cultivation, she might not be able to see some moves clearly, but this did not prevent her from joining in the fun.
Jianwan's attacks continued continuously, and she mainly focused on dodging at the beginning. She wanted to see the swordsmanship of this lord Jianwan.
Jian Wan holds a two-handed sword, and her sword is powerful. Every attack is like a long stream of water, continuous, and she can't find a point to stop the opponent's attack for a while, so she mainly focuses on dodging.
Although Jian Wan didn't show it on her face, she had already decided in her heart that the opponent was average in strength and not her opponent. Before the smile on the corner of her mouth could be hung, she froze.
With a sound of "bang", Jianwan's sword power was broken, and the huge impact force swayed inside the protective cover, causing both of them to retreat a few steps to the edge of the martial arts arena.
Jian Jian didn't draw his sword, but activated the upgraded Hei Yao bracelet. Jian Jian's fist was covered by a layer of purple-gold halo. The blow just now was her test of water, and she only used [-]% of her spiritual power.
"Thank you, Senior Sister, for your mercy."
Jian Jian only opened his mouth to thank Jian Wan when the power of the hedge dissipated, but Jian Wan just smiled reluctantly, cursing in his heart:
"Be merciful to the bullshit, I don't want to be merciful."
"Senior Sister, it's my turn to attack."
At the end of the words, a flash of light and shadow flashed, followed by clusters of purple fist shadows, attacking Jian Wan, Jian Wan reacted quickly, and kept swinging the long sword while moving around, knocking out the fist shadows one by one, but still missed two. With the shadow of a fist, Jian Wan had no choice but to jump up and dodge the two attacks.
Two deep pits were left on the ground of the martial arts arena, Jian Jian also jumped into the air, and the two faced each other far away.
"Junior sister, are you looking down on me? Why don't you even show your sword?"
"Isn't it because Senior Sister didn't give me a chance! I was a bit flustered in the first challenge and lost my sense of proportion. Don't blame Senior Sister."
Jian Jian said haha, and with one hand, Mo Xi No. [-] appeared in her hand. The silver sword was not stained with any murderous aura, and it looked like a newly tempered sword.
"To deal with this kind of monk, let the novice come forward, and let him increase his qualifications."
These are the original words spoken by the sword spirit of Moxijian. Moxijian No. [-] jumped in the dantian very cooperatively and appeared in Jianjian's hand.
Moxi sword raised, and simply and quietly drew a sword, the sword was straight towards Jianwan on the opposite side, Jianwan frowned, feeling bad, and quickly swung a sword to block it.
The simple sword gesture collided with Jianwan's sword gesture, and the simple water sword merged with the opponent's sword gesture, engulfing the opponent's sword gesture little by little, followed by the endless life of the wood sword, which completely overwhelmed Jianwan's sword gesture. Shattered, the sword of fire hit the sword in the opponent's hand.
With a sound of "Dang", Jian Wan only had time to withdraw the long sword, but was still cut open by the simple sword force.
Jianwan's natal sword was damaged, and she staggered back a few steps, using the sword to strike the ground, barely standing still, and looked up at Jian Lu who was facing her, who also looked at her expressionlessly.
(End of this chapter)
