Chapter 108 Thousand Sword Styles

Chapter 108 Thousand Sword Style

The power of the ancient sword without a sharp edge is definitely not inferior to that of Zhan Chen. Facing Ye Xiaochuan's violent attack, Chen Mo gradually showed his weakness. He could still resist Ye Xiaochuan's fast sword and strange body skills. In less than half an incense stick of time, after the two swords collided about a thousand times, like Hu Daoxin, Chen Mo's right arm holding the sword was numb to the point of almost losing consciousness.

As a last resort, he could only transfer the immortal sword whose green light had dissipated a lot to his left hand.

In the crowd below the stage, Hu Daoxin, who was standing next to Gu Pan'er, saw Chen Mo holding the sword in his left hand, and her face was strange. She said: "It's over, Senior Brother Chen is going to lose!"

It's the same routine again, and the same ending. The only difference is that everyone who has seen Ye Xiaochuan's first round of competition feels that Ye Xiaochuan, who suddenly counterattacked, seems to have improved his body skills and swordsmanship in this short period of less than ten days.

Hu Daoxin, who had been defeated by this familiar strange body movement and exquisite swordsmanship, was the only disciple among the spectators who had experienced Ye Xiaochuan's strange routine. When she saw Senior Brother Chen Mo switch the fairy sword to his left hand, she immediately understood that Chen Mo's right arm was probably numb and had no feeling at this moment.

This Ye Xiaochuan's swordsmanship was not only strange, but also very powerful, especially the strange green fairy sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand, which was even more powerful. No wonder after fighting against thousands of moves, even Chen Mo's Yuanshen peak realm could not support his arm.

Gu Paner's face was solemn. He looked at Ye Xiaochuan who was showing his power and taking advantage on the stage, and said in a low voice: "If Ye Xiaochuan wins this game, he can enter the top ten!"

Hu Daoxin said: "Senior sister, not only that, if he wins, the opponent in the next round can basically be you."

Gu Paner's body trembled slightly, and the light in her eyes was bright.

She knew that what Hu Daoxin said was not wrong at all. Ye Xiaochuan won this game. If she won the next game, she would face Ye Xiaochuan in the next round of the top five the day after tomorrow.

Ye Xiaochuan defeated Sun Yao, but Gu Paner was not sure that she could defeat Sun Yao. At this moment, she was worried and even confused.

Gu Paner had never thought that Ye Xiaochuan, a waste that she had never taken seriously, was the biggest stumbling block to prevent her from entering the top five or even the top three.

It was fate.

Gu Paner smiled bitterly in her heart, shook her head slightly, and showed bitterness.

Now, Gu Paner had to admit a cruel fact: she had underestimated this shameless man.

Gu Paner was not the only one who had this idea?

On the ring, although Ye Xiaochuan saw Chen Mo transfer the fairy sword to his left hand, he did not take the opportunity to launch a decisive kill like he did to Hu Daoxin. This was because he had been hit by the Taiyi Divine Palm before and was seriously injured. Secondly, Chen Mo's Taoism was far superior to Hu Daoxin's. Even if he held the sword in his left hand, it was still extraordinary.

Ye Xiaochuan was not in a hurry, not impatient at all. Relying on the peerless magic weapon in his hand and the body movements and steps learned from the cliff carvings of Siguo Cliff, he wandered around Chen Mo, trying to entangle Chen Mo and not give him any chance to counterattack.

Chen Mo was not a fool. When his right arm was completely powerless, he was ready to launch a counterattack and forcefully compete with Ye Xiaochuan in true energy and spiritual power, and decide the winner with the Eight Styles of Divine Sword or the Qiankun Sword.

But Ye Xiaochuan seemed unwilling to compete with him in true energy, and attacked him madly. He failed to repel Ye Xiaochuan after several dozen breakthroughs.

The feeling of powerlessness grew stronger and stronger in Chen Mo's heart, until his left arm was also numb from the extremely powerful sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand, and he knew that he was probably going to lose this round.

A moment later, Ye Xiaochuan felt that Chen Mo's sword style was getting weaker and slower, and he was overjoyed, knowing that the coolest and most arrogant moment of his life was coming!

He whistled fiercely, and the sky around him shone with blue light. Ye Xiaochuan stopped fighting in close combat, and his body rose from the ground, galloping into the sky, and flew into the sky.

Everyone was watching Ye Xiaochuan's figure rising from the ground, and they were a little surprised. They didn't understand why Ye Xiaochuan suddenly distanced himself from Chen Mo after he had an absolute advantage?

At this moment, Chen Mo on the ring finally got a breath, but his heart was not happy but sank. A bad feeling filled his heart. He knew very well that the next period might be the critical period to determine the victory or defeat of this battle.

Just as he was about to mobilize the last of his spiritual energy in the meridians to make a final counterattack, suddenly, a chill surged into his heart. He looked up suddenly and saw Ye Xiaochuan's long sword in the air suddenly pointed straight to the sky.

Almost in the next moment, the endless green light that permeated around Ye Xiaochuan's body quickly condensed thousands of air swords at a lightning speed.

The sixth of the Eight Styles of Divine Sword, Thousand Sword Style!

Just like the last battle with Sun Yao, it was even faster. Without any complicated sword techniques, Ye Xiaochuan just stabbed casually, and thousands of green air swords had already taken shape, invincible!

Everyone's eyes widened. The vast majority of the onlookers were cultivators, most of whom were disciples of the Cangyun Sect. Naturally, they also practiced the Eight Styles of Divine Sword. They all knew that the sword-condensing style of the Eight Styles of Divine Sword needed to be guided by the sword technique handprint, and it would take at least a few breaths to condense into a sword formation.

Only masters of the elder generation, who have reached the eighth level of spiritual silence, can rely on their own powerful true essence and spiritual power to barely save the tedious time of condensing sword seals.

But why can Ye Xiaochuan condense so many Qi swords with a casual chop?

This question has been lingering in everyone's mind since the fight between Ye Xiaochuan and Sun Yao.

At this moment, seeing Ye Xiaochuan once again display this mysterious Thousand Swords Style, everyone was silent and speechless.

Chen Mo on the stage just reacted, and before he could activate the sword formation defense, thousands of Qi swords emitting faint green light, like locusts, like rainstorms, like green meteors, whizzed towards the ring below.

Immediately afterwards, the entire ring was wrapped in green Qi swords, and in a loud roar like a landslide, everyone could not see the figure of Chen Mo standing on the ring clearly.

Everyone was shocked!

When all the green air swords were shot down from the sky, everyone turned from being shocked to being astonished, and many people opened their mouths wide.

On the ring, Chen Mo was still standing in the center of the ring, and he was not hurt.

However, on the stone floor of the ring around Chen Mo, there were countless green air swords densely inserted, and almost every air sword was deeply pierced into the stone slab blessed by the magic circle, and half of the sword body was connected to the hilt, and it was trembling.