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Chapter 108: Thousand Swords Style

The power of the bladeless ancient sword is so strong, it is by no means under the dust, in the face of Ye Xiaochuan's stormy attack, Chen Mo gradually showed his declining momentum, and he could still resist Ye Xiaochuan's fast sword and strange body method, in less than half a pillar of incense, after the two double swords collided about a thousand times, like Hu Daoxin, Chen Mo's right arm holding the sword was already numb to the point of almost losing consciousness.

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

In the crowd of people in the audience, Hu Daoxin, who was standing beside Gu Pan'er, had a strange face when she saw Chen Mo holding a sword in her left hand, and said, "It's over, Senior Brother Chen is going to lose!"

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

Hu Daoxin, who had been defeated under this familiar strange body technique and exquisite swordsmanship, was the only disciple among the disciples who had learned Ye Xiaochuan's strange routine, and when she saw Senior Brother Chen Mo replacing the fairy sword with his left hand, she immediately understood, but she was afraid that Chen Mo's right arm was already sore, and she had no consciousness.

This Ye Xiaochuan's swordsmanship is not only strange, but also very powerful, especially the weird cyan fairy sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand, the power is even more terrifying, and it is no wonder that after fighting thousands of moves, even the cultivation of the peak realm of Chen Mo's Yuan Shen cannot be supported by his arm.

Gu Pan'er's face was solemn, he looked at Ye Xiaochuan, who was showing his might and taking advantage on the stage, and said in a low voice: "If Ye Xiaochuan wins this game, he will be able to enter the top ten!"

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

Gu Pan'er's body trembled slightly, and there was a bright light in her eyes.

She knew that Hu Daoxin's time was not bad at all, Ye Xiaochuan won this game, and if she won the opponent in the next round of the battle, she would face Ye Xiaochuan in the next round of the top five competition the day after tomorrow.

Ye Xiaochuan won Sun Yao, Gu Pan'er was not very sure that she could defeat Sun Yao, and at this moment she was faintly worried in her heart, and even a little dazed.

Gu Pan'er never thought that Ye Xiaochuan, the waste Ye Xiaochuan that she had never taken to heart, would be the biggest stumbling block preventing her from entering the top five or even the top three.

It's really a trick.

Gu Pan'er smiled bitterly in her heart, shook her head slightly, and showed bitterness.

Now, Gu Paner has to admit a cruel truth: she once looked down on this shameless person.

If you have this idea, why not Gu Pan'er alone?

In 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 lore like he did with Hu Daoxin. This is because he received a Taiyi Divine Palm before, and the injury was not light. Second, it is the Tao of this Chen Mo, far above Hu Daoxin, even if he holds a sword in his left hand, it is not trivial.

Ye Xiaochuan was not in a hurry, not impatient at all, relying on the peerless divine weapon in his hand, relying on the body and pace learned from the Siguo Cliff Carving, wandering around Chen Mo, trying to entangle Chen Mo and not allowing him to have any chance to counterattack.

Chen Mo is not a fool, when his right arm is already completely weak, he is ready to launch a counterattack, forcibly compete with Ye Xiaochuan for true yuan spiritual power, and use the Eight Styles of Divine Sword or Qiankun to fight with one sword.

But Ye Xiaochuan didn't seem to be willing to compete with himself for Zhenyuan, and attacked himself frantically, and he failed to repel Ye Xiaochuan several times and more than a dozen breakthroughs.

The feeling of powerlessness became stronger and stronger in Chen Mo's heart, until his left arm was also shaken by the powerful immortal sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand, he knew that he was probably going to lose this battle.

After a while, Ye Xiaochuan felt that Dao Chen's sword style was getting weaker and slower, and he was overjoyed, knowing that the most stinky moment in his life was coming!

He roared, Zhou Tianqing's light shone, and he saw that Ye Xiaochuan was no longer fighting in close quarters, his body rose from the ground, galloped through the sky angrily, and flew for nine days.

Everyone looked at Ye Xiaochuan's figure rising from the ground, and they were a little surprised in their hearts, they didn't understand why Ye Xiaochuan suddenly distanced himself from Chen Mo after he had the absolute upper hand?

At this moment, Chen Mo in the ring was finally able to breathe, but his heart was not happy, and a bad feeling filled his heart, he knew very well that the next step was probably the critical period that would determine this victory or defeat.

Just as he was about to mobilize the last True Yuan spiritual power in the meridians in his body to make the final counterattack, suddenly, a coolness welled up in his heart, and he suddenly raised his head, only to see Ye Xiaochuan's long sword in mid-air suddenly pointed, piercing the sky.

Almost in the next moment, the endless cyan light that permeated Ye Xiaochuan's body quickly condensed thousands of qi swords with lightning speed.

Excalibur Eight Styles Sixth Style, Thousand Swords Style!

It's the same as the last time he fought against Sun Yao, it's even faster, without any cumbersome sword tricks, Ye Xiaochuan just stabbed at such a random pace, and the thousand cyan qi swords have been formed, and they can't be used for a lifetime!

Everyone's eyes widened, and the vast majority of the onlookers were cultivators, most of them were disciples of Cangyun Sect, and they naturally all practiced the Eight Divine Sword Styles, and they all knew that the Condensing Sword Eight Styles that urged the Eight Divine Sword Styles needed to be guided by the sword trick handprint, and it would take at least a few breaths to condense into a sword formation.

Only the masters of the elder generation, above the cultivation level of the eighth layer of spiritual silence, can rely on their own powerful True Yuan spiritual power, and barely save the tedious time of condensing the sword technique handprint.

However, why could Ye Xiaochuan condense so many qi swords with a single slash at will?

This question has been haunting everyone's minds since the fight between Ye Xiaochuan and Sun Yao.

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

Chen Mo on the stage had just reacted, and before he could urge the sword formation to defend, thousands of qi swords emitting a faint blue light, like locusts, like torrential rain, like cyan meteors, swished towards the ring below.

Immediately afterwards, the entire ring was wrapped in a cyan qi sword, and in a loud sound like a landslide cracking, everyone couldn't see the figure of Chen Mo standing in the ring clearly.

Everyone was shocked!

When all the cyan qi swords shot down from the air, everyone turned from shock to shock, and many of them opened their mouths wide.

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

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