"Qiang!" With a soft groan, the long sword behind Jiang Lan was already unsheathed, and a dazzling snow light on the sword body was reflected on people's faces, making people a little unable to open their eyes.

The cold light was everywhere, and Jiang Lan, who was holding the long sword, had come to Mo Yu's body at some point, and the tip of the snowy long sword was only about three inches away from Mo Yu's chest.

"Ahh

"It seems that Jiang Lan wants to fight quickly!" A young man in a jade blue robe in the stands couldn't help but shake his head, as if he was not very satisfied with Jiang Lan's performance.

The young man has a handsome face, and there is a charm in his gestures.

It is said that he is handsome because his appearance is not much better than that of most of the country's colors, and people can't help but have a sense of beauty that cannot be blasphemed.

"If you want me to say, this should be the case for these new disciples, so why waste too much effort on them. At this time, a heroic man standing beside the handsome man spoke in a cold voice with a cold and arrogant expression, and listening to his tone, he seemed to be a little disdainful of the new disciple.

"Batian, do you know why you have not been able to enter the top three of the heavenly list for so many years?" The handsome man listened to the words of the heroic man, and his expression did not change, but he said indifferently, as if he was explaining a simple fact.

"Well, I can't beat you, I can't help this!" Batian replied with a bitter face.

"No, you're not weaker than us, on the contrary, you're harder than any of us. ”

"Then why do I keep losing to you?" Listening to the handsome man's words, Batian only felt a big head for a while.

The handsome man shook his head helplessly, muttered for a few breaths, and then said leisurely: "Don't just look at the surface of things, just like the competition we see today. ”

"What do you mean?" Deception felt more and more that his head was a little uncomfortable.

"You'll know if you read it. The handsome man didn't explain, just said lightly, and then stopped talking, but his deep eyes looked fixedly at the ring not far away, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the ring, Mo Yu looked very calm, looking at the sword shadow that was constantly enlarged in his eyes, he moved his feet slightly, and dodged this attack with one side.

"Huh?" Seeing that Mo Yu easily defused his attack, Jiang Lan's eyes couldn't help but flash a trace of surprise.

The blade of the sword was horizontal, and then swept towards Moyu, but before the blow could get closer, Moyu had already struck.

I saw him turn his palm into his fingers and flick it lightly towards the oncoming sword body, and then, a crisp buzzing sound suddenly sounded in the field.

The sword body trembled slightly, and Jiang Lan, who was in it, only felt a shock in his palm, and at this moment, he seemed to be a little unable to hold the long sword in his hand.

He had been cultivating swords for fifteen years, and he had already had an inexplicable and unique connection to the sword in his hand. Even his master had said that he was one of the few sword-wielding geniuses in the Wangyue Sect.

However, the scene that happened now was something he had never encountered in a competition of the same level.

Mo Yu's understatement blow seemed to give him a powerful blow, making his heart seem to tremble with the sword.

"Wow!" There were many people in the stands who were watching this competition, and when they saw Mo Yu take Jiang Lan's sharp blow with only his fingers, the scene was in an uproar. Many disciples who didn't know what to do seemed to be deeply shocked by this scene.

"Hehe, hey, this kid is a little interesting!" Batian looked at Mo Yu with an indifferent face in the ring, and seemed to be happy to hunt, and smacked his lips with a smile on his face.

"Jiang Lan is going to be defeated!" At this time, the handsome man suddenly spoke.

"Hmm, no, it's just a trick, Jiang Lan won't be so vulnerable!"

"If the heart is uncertain, the qi will be dispersed, and if the qi is dispersed, the defeat will be determined! Jiang Lan's sword heart has been shaken, and it will be in vain to compare it further!"

On the ring, Jiang Lan, who was frustrated by a blow, had a gloomy face, as if he couldn't accept the facts in front of him.

Looking at Mo Yu's unfazed eyes, somehow, a sense of powerlessness suddenly rose in his heart.

However, he was not reconciled, thinking about every day and moon of hard cultivation, and the unforgettable cold and summer, how could he be willing to lose to a fledgling new disciple when he thought he could shine in the big competition.

Thinking of this, a strong momentum rekindled, and Jiang Lan at this moment was like a sharp sword about to be unsheathed, which made people feel so sharp.

At this moment, it was noon, and on the originally slightly hot ring, somehow, a strong air flow appeared out of thin air, like a strong wind on the calm lake.

"Hey, what's the wind?"

"That's not the wind, it's the momentum formed by Jiang Lan's sword qi!" The handsome man who had been paying attention to the ring had no hope for Jiang Lan, but when he saw this scene, he was faintly interested in watching it.

"Huh?" The wind was blowing, and Mo Yu, who was in the ring, was slightly surprised by the sudden wind, he frowned slightly and looked at Jiang Lan with a resolute face on the other side, and said in his heart: "Isn't this momentum the sword intent that the master once said?"

However, before he could feel it carefully, Jiang Lan had already moved!

Suddenly, a ray of cyan light was like a meteor in the dark night, and it only approached the black jade for a moment, and went straight to its throat.

The lightning-fast blow made the breath of everyone watching the battle stagnate. They could feel the fierce attack in the stands.

People seemed to see the scene of Moyu's blood splattered on the spot, and some female disciples couldn't help but cover their eyes.

The elders of the sect who maintained order under the ring seemed to be ready to forcibly intervene in the competition in an emergency to prevent the tragedy from happening, but the next moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in their ears.

"Ding!"

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the people in the stands who were watching the fight opened their eyes wide one by one, looking at the scene in front of them in horror.

Jiang Lan's long sword stopped an inch away from Mo Yu's throat, it wasn't that he intended to stop it, but that he couldn't go any further.

Mo Yu's two fingers were across his throat, and there seemed to be a thin layer of mist condensed outside his fingers, as if there was an extra layer of shell outside the palm, and it was this seemingly touchable layer of fog that could block this killer blow.

"Gangqi! That's Gangqi!"

In the Qinglong Palace, except for Mo Zigui, the rest of the people were staring at the layer of mist between Mo Yu's fingers, and even Yue Qingshan, Yuyang and the others were surprised.

Yue Qingshan turned his head to look at Mo Zigui, his eyes showing the meaning of inquiry, while Mo Zigui nodded with a smile.

In this way, Yue Qingshan let go of his heart and showed a smile of relief.

"This person has already refined his qi at such a young age, which really makes me feel ashamed!"

"Your faction has produced many talents, and this world's first case is well deserved!"

All kinds of compliments and praises resounded in the hall, and many of them had a sour meaning.

"Senior Brother Mo, it seems that you are deeply hidden!" Feng Xiao, who was in the main hall, naturally saw a scene in the ring, at first he was just quite satisfied with Moyu's performance, but when he saw the aura condensed by Moyu, he began to feel like he was being played.

"Senior Brother Feng has won the award, I didn't know about this matter in advance, but Yu'er often does things unexpectedly, and it is normal to think about it, please don't blame Senior Brother!" Looking at Feng Xiao, whose face was dark, Mo Zigui naturally knew why he was like this, so he had to explain it, so as not to make his face unbearable.

Although this is the case, Mo Zigui is extremely proud in his heart at this moment, it is a kind of heartfelt relief, as if he is witnessing the birth of a legend.

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"Brother Jun, what is that!" Batian looked straight at Mo Yu's fingers and asked in a daze.

The handsome man beside him also seemed to be shocked by the current Mo Yu, and he saw that his expression was extremely solemn, he took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Gangqi!"

"This is the 'Gangqi' that is spread by people to be miraculous?"

"Hmm!" The handsome man nodded heavily and continued to speak: "The so-called Gang Qi refers to the cultivator's fusion of the true qi in the body with the physical body, turning it into a substantial true qi barrier and condensing it outside the body, which can greatly weaken the opponent's attack, this ability is very rare, it can be said to be one in ten thousand. ”

"It is rumored that demon cultivators are good at cultivating the power of the physical body, and most of the demon people have a strong qi to protect their bodies. ”

"Then will you?" asked Batian after listening for a while.

"Uh" The handsome man froze when he heard this, his face showed a rare look of embarrassment, and after a while, he highlighted two words: "No." ”

"Could it be that this person is a demon?" After a moment of silence, a terrible thought suddenly popped up in Batian's heart.

"No, although this person has a gang qi, it can be seen that his appearance is just a small success, if according to this person's age, if he is really a demon, I am afraid he will not dare to perform this skill in public. ”

"Besides, this skill is not unique to the demon race, but very few people in my generation can cultivate this skill, so it is rare. ”

The handsome man has always been silent, but now he has said so much at once, which shows that his heart is also extremely shocked now.

"Let's go, the next round of competition is about to begin. After the handsome man finished speaking, he ignored the tyrant and left first

"You!"

On the ring, Jiang Lan, who was full of horror, had already put away his sword, and now he was still immersed in the blow just now, looking at Moyu's kind smile, he arched his hand, didn't say anything, and walked out of the ring by himself.

In this way, under the agitation of everyone, Moyu completed his first day of competition.

However, as soon as he stepped out of the ring, his body trembled violently, because he heard a cry that he had never dreamed of hearing.

"Xiaoyu!"