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Chapter 109: Qi Sword

Cangyunmen Divine Sword Eight Style Sword Condensing Style is to use its own cultivation as spiritual power, mobilize the aura of heaven and earth, and forcibly gather qi as soldiers, but no matter how it is condensed, this is an air sword after all, and it is true that it has attack power, and it is difficult to exert the power of the air sword to pierce the golden cracked stone like the Qiankun sword.

However, at this moment, in the Kun Position Ring where Ye Xiaochuan and Chen Mo were, the thousands of cyan qi swords, like a real sword, pierced deeply into the hard stone slab under Chen Mo's feet.

This kind of cultivation is a Taoist, not to mention that among the young disciples of Cangyunmen's generation, even if you look at the whole world, there are not many masters of the younger generation who can have such cohesion.

On that day, Ye Xiaochuan completely crushed the three thousand qi swords condensed by Sun Yao with two thousand qi swords, and almost everyone couldn't figure out what was going on.

It was not until this moment, seeing Ye Xiaochuan deeply pierce the stone slab with his qi sword, that everyone suddenly realized that the strength and power of the single-handled qi sword condensed by Ye Xiaochuan far exceeded the qi sword condensed by ordinary disciples, even a young master of the seventh-layer out-of-body realm like Sun Yao might not be able to control a thousand qi swords at the same time to shoot into the stone slab that had been blessed by the defensive magic array.

Other young disciples with low cultivation were even worse, it was estimated that the qi sword shot on the stone slab, and the stone slab had not yet been pierced, and the qi sword itself had already been completely shattered.

At this moment, except for the square inch where Chen Mo was standing, all the other places in the ring were filled with cyan qi swords, and there was almost no other place to put his feet.

Chen Mo's face was like ashes, his chest was undulating, and he was obviously deeply shocked by Ye Xiaochuan's move.

Ye Xiaochuan's move was not stabbed at the stone slab ground, but at himself?

A trace of cold sweat appeared on Chen Mo's forehead.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the childish young man in Tsing Yi hanging in the air, and looked at the mysterious ancient sword in the young man's hand.

That person, that sword, seems to exude the desolate aura that has existed since ancient times, looking down on the world and looking down on the common people.

The corners of Chen Mo's eyes twitched slightly, and his face was as ugly as he wanted at the moment.

Ye Xiaochuan, who was in mid-air, saw Chen Mo's expression at this moment, and slowly fell from the air to the ring.

He was very handsome and stinky and threw Wufeng in his hand into the sky, and the blue light of Wufeng rose again, and at this moment, the dense cyan qi sword inserted on the stone slab of the ring also rose into the air with a bang, and shot back into the scabbard behind Ye Xiaochuan with the Wufeng Divine Sword in mid-air.

The thousands of air swords also swished into it, and all of them disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye, and not a single air sword was left.

The small scabbard is like the Sumeru meson in the Buddhist mantra, and it is like the cohesion recorded in the Taoist classics, after absorbing thousands of qi swords, it is still the cracked appearance, without any change.

This hand is really elegant and chic, and the momentum is overwhelming.

Chen Mo's face was colorless, and after a while, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the green fairy sword in his hand, smiled bitterly, and said, "I lost." ”

Suddenly, in the crowd under the stage, I don't know which disciple shouted loudly: "Okay!"

After a while, the surrounding area was like an exploding pot, and the applause was endless, and finally gradually converged into three words: Ye!

The sound shook the sky, soaring into the sky, as if even the heavens and the earth were shaken.

This is a world where strength is respected, since the first round, every time Ye Xiaochuan wins and advances, what he gains is mostly the sound of sighing and cursing.

It wasn't until they defeated Chen Mo at this moment that these disciples finally cheered for Ye Xiaochuan's three words for the first time.

For the first time in his life, Ye Xiaochuan heard the voices of countless people cheering him, but he didn't have the fluttering sound as he imagined, nor did he jump and jump in the ring with his hands and feet getting carried away.

He just stood silently in the ring, standing on the top of the ring that everyone looked up to, slowly raised his head, looked at the blue sky, calmed down, and looked like a master.

However, after this guy pretended to be for a while, he couldn't hold it back, laughed proudly, twisted his buttocks, danced, raised his hands and shouted, "I've won! I've won! I'm in the top ten!

"Who else!"

"Who else!"

These three words slowly echoed on the top of this ancient mountain, and the voice was indescribably obscene and proud.

In the ring, Ye Xiaochuan accepted the cheers of countless people.

Under the ring, Xiao Chi smiled and counted the silver he won.

The Baili Kite beside him frowned slightly, and his expression was a little surprised.

Then he turned around and snatched back the ingot of silver he had bet on from Koike's arms.

Xiao Chi was stunned for a moment, and said, "Sister Baili! What are you doing!

Baili Kite said with a normal expression: "Gambling is not right, it is illegal, I am a righteous fairy, how can I participate in such illegal things?"

Xiao Chi was furious and was about to reach out to snatch it, but Baili Kite patted the dragon tooth dagger inserted in his waist, and Xiao Chi, who opened his teeth and claws, immediately wilted, and said stupidly: "Count me unlucky! I will not accept your bet in the future!"

In the crowd, Gu Pan'er looked at Ye Xiaochuan's embarrassed face in the ring, she bit her lower lip tightly, held the Smoke Immortal Sword tightly in her hand, didn't say a word, turned around and squeezed out of the cheering crowd.

Outside the crowd, among the several disciples of Yuanshui Xiaozhu, Yang Liudi's temperament is more lively than that of the other brothers and sisters.

She waved her pink fist, and shouted a few times with everyone in her mouth: "Ye Xiaochuan!

However, when she turned her head and saw the little junior sister Yun Qiyou and the senior sister Ning Xiangruo who was smiling bitterly, she stuck out her tongue and said, "I just can't help it, I didn't expect this little black horse to really make it all the way to the top ten!"

Ning Xiangruo smiled bitterly and said: "Top ten, top ten! You can participate in the Broken Sky Cliff Fighting Competition in half a year, I really didn't expect this result." ”

Yun Qi said humorously: "I didn't expect this in advance, but according to the situation at the moment, it shouldn't be a problem for him to enter the top five, after the top five is the lottery, if the lottery is lucky, draw the lottery that can directly advance to the bye, you can enter the top three, and then it will be either me and him to fight, or the senior brother to fight with him." ”

Yang Liudi said: "Little junior sister, this ...... It's unlikely, there are only a few people left now, it is already very easy to calculate, Ye Xiaochuan's next round opponent should be Gu Pan'er, Gu Pan'er has always been known as Cangyun's peerless Shuangjiao with you, and his Taoism is extremely high, this kid should not be Gu Pan'er's opponent. ”

Yun Qiyou never seemed to put Gu Pan'er in his eyes, and said lightly: "Gu Pan'er, the seventh layer is out of the middle realm, and the Dao Xing is higher than Sun Yao, but I am afraid it is not so easy to deal with Ye Xiaochuan, until now Ye Xiaochuan has never exerted his full strength, in my opinion, if it is really a fierce battle for the top five, Gu Pan'er's winning rate is less than fifty percent." ”

Ning Xiangruo said: "Little junior sister is right, this stinky boy seems to be really unfathomable so far, why didn't he see it before, what has he done in the past few months? ”

Yun Qiyou thought for a moment, but did not speak, looked up at Ye Xiaochuan, who was still dancing disgustingly on the stage, and then turned around and left.