#1064 - Chapter 1064: Competition

"Kunlun Void, Mo Zhu, please enlighten me."

Mo Zhu was the strongest sword cultivator sent by Qing Lingzi from Kunlun Void. He was young, but he had already mastered all the sword techniques of Kunlun Void and understood the sword intent.

Mo Zhu's swordplay changed at will, like autumn water, his body moved with the sword, and his spirit merged with the sword.

Every move he made was unrestrained and free, like a swimming dragon, graceful as a startled swan, following the wind and adapting to the situation, yet ethereal and floating, like light clouds obscuring the moon, drifting like whirling wind and dancing snow.

And the sword in his hand was not an ordinary weapon.

It was made by Qing Lingzi, who killed a snow beast on this Kunlun Mountain range, extracted its essence and blood, and added it during the sword forging process.

This sword was called the Water Cold Sword.

As long as the sword was swung, it could release a chilling cold air, freezing everything, which was very suitable for Mo Zhu.

The other three looked at each other, and Mu Qianqian smiled calmly and unrestrainedly.

"Eleventh Junior Brother, since this person also uses a sword, go up and play with him."

Wang Xuan didn't speak, just nodded, and then jumped up, appearing on the martial arts field.

"My sword has no eyes. If I accidentally hurt you, I hope you won't hold it against me."

Mo Zhu looked at Wang Xuan's ordinary appearance and thought he was sure to win.

Faced with Mo Zhu's sarcasm, Wang Xuan ignored him and just stretched out his hand, conjuring his divine sword.

Mo Zhu looked at the sword in Wang Xuan's hand.

Whether it was the aura or the appearance, it was very ordinary and didn't seem special at all, like an ordinary weapon.

"Heh ~" Mo Zhu chuckled.

Just as Mo Zhu was disapproving, Wang Xuan sidestepped and jumped, and the divine sword in his hand suddenly swung down.

"Zi la ~"

A sound of interlaced lightning rang out, and a sword aura containing the power of thunder and lightning slashed down horizontally, heading straight for Mo Zhu opposite him.

Thunder rumbled continuously, and in the blink of an eye, the sword aura struck in front of Mo Zhu.

Faced with the oncoming sword aura, Mo Zhu was shocked.

He took a step back, swung his Water Cold Sword horizontally.

The sword wind was light and agile, directly resisting Wang Xuan's sword aura.

But obviously, Wang Xuan's sword momentum was even stronger, directly breaking through Mo Zhu's sword aura and still hitting Mo Zhu straight on.

Mo Zhu leaped into the air, dodging Wang Xuan's fierce sword aura.

Mo Zhu landed on the ground, still thinking about the attack just now.

The sword aura just now was fierce and could directly break through my Water Cold Sword aura.

What is this person's background?

Mo Zhu then held his sword and rushed towards Wang Xuan quickly, engaging in close combat with Wang Xuan.

"Clang clang ~"

You must know that the divine sword in Wang Xuan's hand directly sent Bai Wuchen flying back then.

Mu Qianqian saw the situation on the field and said calmly: "Didn't you see that Junior Brother hasn't used his full strength all along? And I guess, Junior Brother can make that person admit defeat even without using magic."

Chen Haoran thought about it and thought that there was indeed this possibility.

As Mu Qianqian said, Wang Xuan fought effortlessly and didn't even pant.

On the other hand, Mo Zhu, after fighting Wang Xuan's divine sword many times, his right hand holding the Water Cold Sword was trembling slightly.

"Kuang dang!"

Wang Xuan didn't want to continue fighting with Mo Zhu and directly swung his sword with force.

The sharp green light spewed out, and the powerful sword force directly knocked the Water Cold Sword, which was already a little loose in Mo Zhu's hand, away.

"Qiang ~"

The Water Cold Sword drew a beautiful arc in the air and plunged straight into the wooden ground.

And the sword in Wang Xuan's hand had also stopped abruptly.

One sword was no longer in his hand, and the other was already resting on the side of the opponent's neck.

Feeling the cold temperature from the blade on his neck, Mo Zhu couldn't help but stiffen all over.

"I… I lost."

Mo Zhu didn't have a sword and was captured by Wang Xuan.

If Wang Xuan hadn't shown mercy, he wouldn't be alive and standing here now.

Qing Lingzi, who was sitting on the high platform, looked at the situation on the field, and the hand holding the chair couldn't help but tighten, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Wang Xuan heard the answer he wanted from Mo Zhu's mouth, and with a thought, the divine sword on Mo Zhu's neck suddenly disappeared.

Although Mo Zhu was not convinced, he was indeed convinced that he had lost.

Mo Zhu clenched his fists and bowed deeply to Wang Xuan to show that he was convinced that he had lost, and Wang Xuan just nodded slightly.

"What's going on? Senior Brother Mo's sword is so powerful, how could he lose to him?"

"Yeah, what's this person's background? How can he use a sword better than Senior Brother Mo!"

The voices of the Kunlun Void disciples rose and fell, all discussing.

Mo Zhu lowered his head and walked towards the bottom with his eyes downcast, while Wang Xuan also turned and left, returning to Mu Qianqian and Chen Haoran's side.

In the second match, Kunlun Void sent out its strongest magic cultivator, Xiu Yuan, who received Mu Qianqian and the other two yesterday.

Xiu Yuan entered the field and glanced at Mu Qianqian with a pair of cold eyes, then looked away.

"Kunlun Void, Xiu Yuan!"

"Fifth Senior Sister, are you going up or am I going up?"

Chen Haoran crossed his arms and asked for Mu Qianqian's opinion.

Mu Qianqian looked at Xiu Yuan's small figure and couldn't bear to do it, so she turned her head away.

"You go. Be gentle."

"Okay."

Chen Haoran flew up and came to the field.

Chen Haoran looked at Xiu Yuan with a smile and said.

"You are kind, rest assured I will show mercy."

"Arrogant fool!" Xiu Yuan said coldly with disdain.

Xiu Yuan directly circulated his hands and suddenly attacked, and a virtual palm shape was directly displayed, aiming at Chen Haoran's chest.

Without any warning, he attacked as soon as he said so, and Chen Haoran was shocked.

But Chen Haoran was no ordinary person.

Seeing that Xiu Yuan didn't talk about martial ethics and directly attacked, Chen Haoran quickly circulated the majestic spiritual energy in his body, took two steps back, and punched the virtual palm shape fiercely.

Strands of spiritual energy spewed out from Chen Haoran's fist, directly breaking through Xiu Yuan's palm.

"Bang!"

A powerful air wave then spread to the surroundings.

Chen Haoran didn't want to waste time.

He directly circulated the luck in his body, and at the same time, his Xuan Huang Art was also directly displayed, and the spiritual energy of his whole body flowed through the meridians under Chen Haoran's feet.

"Swoosh swoosh ~"

The already cold martial arts field was also caused by Chen Haoran's hands, causing gusts of wind to whirl around.

"Shua!"

Chen Haoran drifted past like the wind, rushing straight towards Xiu Yuan opposite him.

Xiu Yuan underestimated Chen Haoran's speed.

His speed made Xiu Yuan even only see afterimages.

Before he could react, Chen Haoran directly stretched out two fingers, and the spiritual energy of his whole body was poured into his fingertips.

Chen Haoran thought of Mu Qianqian's instructions to be gentle, so he retracted one finger.

At the moment when Chen Haoran brushed past, his fingertip pointed at Xiu Yuan's brow, and a ray of light burst out.

The power was so strong that in the blink of an eye, Xiu Yuan's face changed, his brows furrowed, and he covered his chest.

Chen Haoran stopped and stood still, and the aura around him slowly dissipated.