Primordial Dao Sect There was a chill in front of the formation.
The handsome man looked pale when he was carried down.
Although the cultivation level has not been completely destroyed, the Dantian has been pierced, and it is impossible to recover without spirit medicine three to five years of recuperation.
Primordial Dao Sect The way everyone looked at Yang Gu no longer seemed like they were looking at an opponent, but like they were looking at a life-or-death enemy.
But there is an undercurrent surging here at the Primordial Immortal Sect.
Several young disciples lowered their voices and could not hide their excitement:
"When did Senior Brother Yang become so fierce? Those Spirit Transformation Eighth Layer were all beaten like this by him!"
"What do you know? Senior Brother Yang's strongest skill has always been not boxing, but swordsmanship! Back then at the Rewards and Punishments Hall, he was able to pick off thirteen disciples of the same level with one person and one sword, without even making a second move with his sword!"
"Then why didn't he use a sword just now?"
"Nonsense, you can knock someone down with your fists, so why use a sword?"
The discussion was not loud, but it could not stop the monks from hearing and seeing clearly.
Violet Cloud Heavenly Palace Several people over there were already laughing.
At this time, in front of the Primordial Dao Sect formation, a young man slowly opened his eyes.
He was extremely tall, with broad shoulders and long legs. He wore a black suit that had been washed to gray, and a very narrow long sword hung on his waist.
The young man stood up, and the Primordial Dao Sect disciples around him unconsciously took a step to both sides, as if this man carried an invisible cold air.
He took a step forward and landed lightly on the ring, ten feet away from Yang Gu.
"Primordial Dao Sect, Yin Tianchou."
Yang Gu had serious eyes and said nothing.
He felt that there was something about this man that only a true swordsman could have.
"Please enlighten me." After Yin Tianchou said these three words, his right hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword.
There were no extra courtesy, no contempt or ridicule, his eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, without any emotional fluctuations.
Yang Gu took a deep breath and tightened the hilt of the sword with his hand.
"Please!"
The moment the words fell, the two of them drew their swords at the same time.
Two sword lights collided in the center of the ring.
One side is khaki, the other is grayish white. At first glance, they seem helpless to each other.
The tip of the sword faced the wheat awn, and crisp sounds continued to be heard from the field.
Sword Qi ripples visible to the naked eye burst out from the collision point, causing the array formations on the surface to flicker and disappear.
This caused the surrounding spectators to shout one after another.
Yang Gu's sword is extremely powerful. Each sword seems to be wrapped in the power of the mountain. It opens and closes with great momentum.
For the first five swords, he attacks and Yin Tianchou defends.
Yin Tianchou's sword is narrow and long. When blocking, you can barely see his wrist movement. You can only see the sword light moving against Yang Gu's sword body. Every time, his sword force can be neutralized at the most powerful angle.
At the sixth sword, Yin Tianchou's sword power changed.
Yang Gu's sword had just charged up and was about to strike down, when Yin Tianchou's sword light suddenly flashed and hit the point where his sword body was least stressed half an inch in advance.
Yang Gu only felt numbness in the tiger's mouth, and almost lost the entire sword.
He hurriedly took three steps back, looked down, and saw that the newly healed tiger's mouth had burst open, and blood was flowing down the hilt of the sword.
"So strong...!"
Yin Tianchou didn't give him a chance to speak.
His sword has struck again.
Yang Gu blocked three swords in a row. Each time he struck, he felt like he was cutting water with his sword. The force from the opponent's sword was not great, but it was so sticky that he couldn't breathe.
His Swordsmanship is already considered Higher Vehicle at the same level, but facing Yin Tianchou is like hitting a pool of water with a hammer. No matter how hard you swing it, you can't hit it, but it gets entangled tighter and tighter with the water.
After a few more blows, Yang Gu began to suffer injuries.
Yin Tianchou's sword seemed to be measuring his body, and each sword made Yang Gu slow down by a minute.
The disciples of the Primordial Immortal Sect in the audience have calmed down.
They could see that Yang Gu was not hiding his clumsiness, but really... couldn't keep up.
Yang Gu gritted his teeth and suddenly changed his moves.
He stopped defending and pounced forward. The long sword in his hand drew an earth-yellow arc, and in a posture of exchanging life for life, it went straight to Yin Tianchou's throat.
Yin Tianchou sneered at the corner of his mouth, leaned half an inch to the left, easily dodged, and raised the tip of the sword from bottom to top.
"Tsk--"
Yang Gu's right arm holding the sword was cut open at the elbow, and the long sword flew out of his hand, spun several times in the air, and was stuck on the edge of the ring.
Yang Gu staggered to his knees.
His right arm completely lost control and blood spurted out.
"Your swordsmanship is very strong... but my skill is inferior to others. This battle... I lost."
But right now!
Before the referee on the stage announced loudly.
Yin Tianchou had no expression on his face, and the sword had already been swept across.
There was no hesitation or pause.
Yang Gu didn't even have a chance to look up again.
The sword light passed silently from his neck like a cold gray line.
"Pfft."
The head flew up.
Blood spurted out from the headless neck, and the flying sword drew an arc in the air, and finally fell together on the green and black arena, making a dull sound.
Primordial Immortal Sect In front of the formation, there was complete silence.
The young disciple who just now was whispering that "Senior Brother Yang is the strongest swordsman disciple" froze in place with a pale face.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the slowly falling body on the ring, and the head that rolled to the edge of the ring with eyes still open.
Yin Tianchou stood in the center of the ring, the tip of his sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and blood dripping down the sword body onto the bluestone.
He didn't even glance at the corpse at his feet. He only raised his eyes and looked calmly at the front of the Primordial Immortal Sect formation.
"Primordial Dao Sect, Yin Tianchou, continue to defend the ring."
Li Fuguang stood on the west side of the ring, his face as sinking as water. He took a step forward, and the entire white jade steps shook slightly.
He stared at the gray-black figure in the center of the ring, and his suppressed emotions rolled across the audience like thunder:
"Boy, Yang Gu just lost his right arm and already gave in... Why do you insist on killing him!"
Yin Tianchou held a sword in one hand, snorted coldly, and stood proudly without any intention of speaking.
Nine Tribulations High Person, however, had already stood up with a smile, "Could it be that Sect Master Li is confused? In this competition, he said before the competition started that it doesn't matter life or death! Why, you can't afford to lose even if you lose?"
Li Fuguang did not look at Jiujie.
He was still staring at Yin Tianchou, as if two balls of fire were slowly burning in his eyes.
"Okay! Okay! Okay!!" Li Fuguang nodded seriously, his face already covered with frost.
Life or death is an old saying in the ring.
Fists and feet have no eyes, weapons have no eyes, we don't care whether we live or die!
This is something that must be said before every competition, but in thousands of competitions, there are very few people who actually intentionally kill people.
Defeating someone and killing someone are two different things.
What's more, Yang Gu had already given in at that time.
In addition, in the first game, Yang Gu clearly had a chance, but he still only stabbed the opponent's pubic area, leaving some room.
Yang Gu doesn't want to kill people, but Primordial Dao Sect rushes to kill people.
From this moment on, this arena is no longer a competition.