In this world, there are many martial arts, like stars in the sky, thousands of them, and their powers are different. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

But often the simpler the move, the more powerful and the most direct, but few people can reach the level of returning to the basics and exert their power.

Yun Yi's body jumped into the air, and a sword was held above his head, as if he was holding a groundbreaking axe, changing the number of light and agile ways he had taken before the sword, and the moves opened and closed, and suddenly slashed into the air, and the violent force seemed to smash the space in front of him.

The fierce wind was raging, blowing so hard that Hong Wuji's eyes couldn't open!

He was shocked, this kind of domineering and powerful momentum was really terrifying, it was like a mountain suppressing down from the top of his head, making people unable to move, and there was no other way but to block it.

Yun Yi's clothes flew all over his body, and the true qi in his body frantically poured into the Qingyue Sword.

Although the Qingyue Sword seems to be unsightly, mortals think it is a waste sword, but it has the ability to change its own weight through the injection of true qi, and the power is different when attacking, virtual and real, unexpected, and combined with the light and unpredictable swordsmanship, it can maximize the power of the swordsmanship.

Yun Yi has practiced the Heavenly Phenomena Divine Skill, and his true qi is already far above that of a martial artist of the same level, and under the injection of his true qi, the Qingyue Sword in his hand is as heavy as Mount Tai, and it is extremely heavy.

Ha!

He exhaled, raised the heavy sword in his hand, and suddenly waved it lightly, and slowly fell, seemingly extremely slow, but it was as heavy as the five mountains, overwhelming ten thousand jun.

Rumble!

The air exploded, and the boundless waves of air rolled and spread out, as if even the air had been blown out, and the thunderous explosion was deafening.

"This sword! too... It's too ......!" Hong Wuji looked up with horror, and suddenly roared unwillingly: "No! I must block it, how can I, Hong Wuji, be defeated by a newcomer!"

His face was hideous, his eyes bulged, and his arms crossed in front of him like iron gates, like a beast trapped in a trap, dying and struggling.

And that sword slowly slashed down in the air, and Yun Yi was like holding a huge mountain, his face was red, and he was extremely struggling.

And the next moment, the sword had already fallen.

Suddenly, the mountains shook, and the surroundings were shaken, setting off a violent wave of air that drowned the figures of the two of them.

Squeak! squeak......

An overwhelmed cracking sound accompanied by a miserable howl was incomparable.

After a while, a half-figure finally appeared.

That figure was Yun Yi standing with his sword, panting, his face pale, and obviously exhausted his strength.

And that half of the figure was Hong Wuji, whose entire lower body had sunk into the ground.

At this time, his arms showed a strange angle, and they were actually broken in half.

Yun Yi's sword power just now slashed Huashan with boundless and violent power, and it actually knocked his entire person into the ground, as if his arms made of copper and iron were also overwhelmed and broken.

Yun Yi's dark eyes swept over, although he won, there was not much joy, only regret. And the martial soul golden wheel of martial arts reincarnation in the sea of knowledge slowly rotated, and the martial arts luck rose from twelve o'clock before to thirty o'clock again.

He didn't want to rely on the power of the Qingyue Sword to win, but this Hong Wuji formed a large array of ten thousand beads on the thirty-first floor of this martial tower, restricting his body and light skills, and relying on the power of horizontal martial arts, so he couldn't be blamed for relying on the sword to fight quickly.

It's a pity that he can't force him with his own strength after all, and Yun Yi inevitably has regrets in his heart.

But what he ignores is that although the Divine Blade is strong, it also needs to control his warriors, which is often part of the strength.

"I lost!" Hong Wuji fell half into the ground, his face was pale, and his originally strong beast-like body withered as if he was deflated, but he was convinced: "Defeated under such a sword technique! I will not lose unjustly, from today onwards, I will give you the ranking of the genius list and the thirty-first level of this martial tower!"

"It's just a matter of giving up the position on the genius list, and there is no need for the thirty-first level of this martial tower!" Yun Yi put his sword into the sheath and said lightly.

"Why is this? Are you insulting me? Could it be that I, Hong Wuji, am someone who can't afford to lose!" Hong Wuji, who was originally in low spirits, was suddenly furious.

"No! I don't mean to look down on you!" Yun Yi shook his head, his expression indifferent, "You don't have to give me the thirty-first level of this martial tower!

When Hong Wuji heard this, he immediately lost his voice and said, "Are you ......?"

"That's good!" Yun Yi seemed to know what he was going to say, a pair of eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier above his head, looking higher up in the Wu Tower, "I have to climb the first floor again and continue to challenge!

With that, he shaved a sword at his waist and turned to leave.

"Wait!" Hong Wuji shouted as if he had thought of something.

Yun Yi's pace stopped, and he didn't look back, "What's the matter?"

"This Martial Pagoda Thirty-two Zeng is not an ordinary person, he is good at using poisonous attacks, killing people invisibly! You have to be careful!" Hong Wuji's voice trembled, revealing a deep fear.

Yun Yi was silent for a while, and said, "Thank you!"

Then he left without looking back.

Looking at his departing figure, Hong Wou-Ki was in a trance and muttered to himself: "Such a character, I also want to see where you can go?"

......

Soon, the change in position on the genius list attracted the attention of the people in the martial arts, only to see that Hong Wuji, who ranked thirtieth on the genius list and was known for his kung fu practice, fell to thirty-one, while Yun Yi, a newcomer who was originally thirty-one, rose one place.

Soon after a newcomer entered the Martial Tower, he was able to defeat the martial artists with a higher rank in the Martial Tower, and suddenly there was an uproar in the Martial Mansion, and the news spread rapidly.

Yun Yi, on the other hand, was still sitting in the middle of the Martial Tower, in retreat and pranayama, and he didn't know anything about all this.

After a long time, he opened his eyes, his divine light was overflowing, his body was full of true qi, and he had obviously recovered to his peak state.

"The vitality consumed in the battle with Hong Wuji has all recovered, and you can continue to challenge next!" Yun Yi thought to himself, holding the Qingyue Sword in both hands, faintly feeling a pulse-like tremor in it.

He suddenly smiled, "Old friend, are you excited too, are you rejoicing because of the upcoming battle?"

The blade replied with a trembling sound.

Yun Yi smiled knowingly, held a long sword in his hand, and continued to walk along the stretching steps of the Wu Pagoda to the higher tower floor.

And Yue'e looked at his departing figure, her steps moved slightly, and she turned to follow, but she flinched again.

She knew that Yun Yi's martial arts challenge path must be an extremely fierce battle, and Yun Yi had to comprehend the true meaning of martial arts in the continuous battle of higher-ranked martial artists.

She didn't want to rush up and distract him.

"Brother Yun, you must defeat and return!" Yue'e clasped her hands together in front of her chest, praying silently, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, her eyes like water, full of tenderness and worry.