Qin Tiexin The moment he rushed out of the range of the formation, his body made a choice almost instinctively.
Place your right foot on the ground and follow closely with your left foot.
The third form of "Mountain Shaking Step"·Mountain Collapse Leap - the whole body's strength burst out in coordination, and both legs slammed into the ground at the same time. The bluestone arena let out an overwhelmed groan, and with his feet as the center, spider web-like cracks spread a foot in all directions. The shock force was transmitted upward along the leg bones and spine, every bone was shaking, and every muscle was roaring.
His whole body rose into the air.
It was not a light leap, but a brutal ejection. His body was like a thrown mountain, crossing a distance of two feet and rushing towards Zhou Chongshan. Edgeless The heavy sword was raised above his head, and the blade reflected the morning light, reflecting his blood-soaked figure.
The man is in the air, and the sword is ready.
The third form of "Zhongyue Sword Technique"·Beng Yue.
It condenses all the power of the first two movements into one point and releases it completely at the moment of contact - like a mountain peak collapsing or the earth cracking.
Zhou Chongshan raised his head.
He looked at the figure that fell from the air, at the heavy bloody knife, and at the red eyes.
There is no way to avoid it.
The edge of the ring is on the left, and the stagnant spirit array is on the right. Even if he can avoid this knife, he will fall out of the ring. What's more, he doesn't want to hide anymore.
"Well done."
Zhou Chongshan uttered three words in a low voice, pressed Hand Seals with his left hand, stepped back half a step with his right foot, and lowered his center of gravity. Earth-yellow spiritual power surged out from Dantian, and half of it was poured into the earth along his legs - he wanted to borrow the power of the earth. The other half was completely poured into the Chenfeng Sword.
The blade of the sword buzzed, and dazzling light burst out from the cracks.
He held the sword in both hands, pointed the tip of the sword diagonally at the sky, and began to draw a circle.
In the first circle, the sword moves slowly, like pushing against a mountain.
In the second lap, the speed increased and the sword wind roared.
The third circle, the fourth circle, the fifth circle... the sword power was higher than the last, and the khaki sword light condensed into nine overlapping shadows of mountain peaks in front of him. Each shadow was more solid and heavier than the previous one.
"Qingfeng Nine Layers" Swordsmanship, the top grade, uses earth spiritual power to simulate the superposition of mountains. The nine layers of strength are stronger than the next. The ninth layer puts great pressure on the meridians. This is the first time he has used it in actual combat.
On the seventh lap, Qin Tiexin has reached the top of the head.
In the eighth circle, the swords are three feet apart.
The ninth circle--
"Cut!"
Zhou Chongshan roared, and the Chenfeng sword was raised in the air.
"Collapse!"
Qin Tiexin shouted at the same time, and Edgeless fell in the air.
The moment the swords came into contact, time seemed to freeze for half a breath.
Thousands of people in the audience held their breath.
On the cloud platform, the five Jindan elders stood up together.
Then--
"Boom--!!!!!"
It's not a clash of gold and iron, it's an explosion.
Centered on the contact point of the sword, a shock wave visible to the naked eye swept out. The floor of the arena was torn apart like pieces of paper, and bluestone fragments flew like a rainstorm. The protective light shield fluctuated violently, and the four Foundation Establishment seniors turned pale. Their spiritual energy was frantically injected into the formation flag, and they managed to keep the light shield from breaking.
After the shock wave, there is smoke and dust.
Thick khaki smoke rose like a mushroom cloud, covering the entire arena. The crackling sound of gravel falling to the ground lasted for three breaths before gradually stopping.
The whole place was dead silent.
Everyone craned their necks, widened their eyes, and stared at the smoke.
"Who... who won?"
"That moment just now..."
"The arena... the arena collapsed?"
The smoke and dust slowly dispersed.
The first thing to be exposed was a huge pit with a diameter of five feet and a depth of three feet. The bluestone at the bottom of the pit was completely crushed, revealing the reinforced black rock layer below. The walls of the pit cracked radially, and the cracks extended to the edge of the ring.
In the center of the pit, two figures fell to the ground.
Zhou Chongshan was lying on his back, with the Chenfeng Sword shattered inch by inch, leaving only the hilt still in his hand. The clothes on his chest were torn to pieces, revealing a bruised chest, and blood was oozing from the corners of his mouth, nostrils, and ear holes. His eyes were half-open, looking at the sky, and his pupils were dilated.
Qin Tiexin was lying on his side three feet away. Edgeless The heavy knife was broken into two pieces in the middle. The front half of the blade was inserted diagonally into the wall of the pit, and the back half was still in his hand. His left shoulder collapsed, at least three ribs were broken, and the stone thorn inserted in his back was half an inch deeper. Blood poured out of his mouth and accumulated in a pool on the ground.
The two of them remained motionless.
The elder deacon stood up from the edge of the ring - the impact just now shook him three feet away. He walked quickly to the edge of the pit, looked at the condition of both of them and still had their last breath, so he took a deep breath and started counting down:
"Ten."
The audience was completely silent.
"Nine."
On the platform, Luo Ling clenched the railing with both hands, her knuckles turning white.
"Eight."
Nangong Yao bit her lip and kept her eyes unblinking.
"Seven."
Elder Zhao's face was expressionless, but the hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly.
"Six."
In the pit, Zhou Chongshan's fingers moved.
It was very slight, but the elder deacon saw it. He paused and continued counting down, "Five."
Zhou Chongshan made a whooshing sound in his throat, and his left arm trembled in an attempt to prop up his body. But as soon as he lifted up half a foot, he coughed violently, and large mouthfuls of blood mixed with internal organ fragments poured out of his mouth. He fell back to the ground, looking at the sky with distracted eyes, and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just smiled bitterly.
"Four."
Qin Tiexin's eyelids trembled.
My consciousness was like sinking into the deep sea, surrounded by darkness. There was a buzzing in my ears, the sound of a deacon counting down, and the breathing of people in the distance.
And... what I said to Zhou Chongshan.
"If defeated, I will leave Liuyun Sect."
Leave?
No.
He was right. He was right to point out the problem with the Fire Cloud Sword, he was right to defeat the four pursuers, he was right to participate in the competition, and he was right to want to win...
Why leave?
In the darkness, something burned.
Is it fighting spirit? Is it obsession? Or is it the stubbornness in your bones that refuses to bow?
"Three."
Qin Tiexin The five fingers of his left hand tightened, and his nails dug into the handle of the broken knife, digging into the flesh and blood. The pain spread along the arm and back to the brain, dispelling some of the darkness. His right arm trembled to support the ground, and his muscles were like tightened bow strings, and every fiber was whining.
Bones are ringing.
The broken ribs rubbed against each other, and a sharp tearing pain came from the collapsed area of his left shoulder. The stone thorn on his back penetrated half an inch further, piercing an internal organ, and sweet blood rushed to his throat.
But he doesn't care.
Support your upper body with your right arm and bring your left knee to the ground.
"Two."
Kneel down on one knee.
This action affected wounds all over his body, and blood surged out like a fountain. His vision went black, and the roaring in his ears got louder. He gritted his teeth, and blood oozed from between his teeth.
Then, place your left foot on the ground.
Right heel.
Using the broken knife as a staff, little by little, shaking and trembling, he stood up straight.
The deepest wound on his chest completely burst open, blood soaked through the broken clothes, flowed down the trouser legs, and formed a new pool of blood at his feet. But he stood still.
Although it is shaky, although it may fall down in the next second.
But he stood still.
The elder deacon looked at him, a hint of complexity flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and announced loudly:
"One!"
The voice fell.
Zhou Chongshan failed to get up.
A brief, deathly silence enveloped the entire martial arts arena.
Then--
"Winner," the elder deacon raised his right hand, "Qin Tiexin!"
The moment the words fell, the silence was broken.
Instead of cheering, there was first a gasp, the sound of thousands of people inhaling at the same time like the wind passing through the mountains and forests. Then, there were whispers, exclamations, and murmurs of disbelief.
"Won..."
"The fourth level of Qi refining... won the ninth level of Qi refining..."
"First place in both materials... first place in the weapon refining competition, first place in the fighting technique competition..."
"The Liuyun Sect has been established for three hundred years... for the first time..."
Then, cheers finally broke out.
It was like a landslide or a tsunami. The disciples in the front row jumped up and waved their arms, those in the middle and back row rushed forward, and the people on the roof raised their arms and shouted. The sound merged into a torrent and swept through the entire martial arts arena.
"Qin Tiexin! Qin Tiexin! Qin Tiexin!"
Li Yun was in the crowd, covering her mouth with both hands, tears streaming down her face at some point. She wanted to shout something, but her throat was choked and she couldn't make a sound, so she could only wave her arms vigorously.
On the cloud platform.
Luo Ling slammed the railing and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha! Good! What a boy!"
She turned around and looked at the ashen-faced Elder Zhao, beaming with joy. "Have you seen the one named Zhao? My disciple! No. 1 in weapon refining! No. 1 in fighting skills! Double champion! Are you convinced? Hmm? Are you convinced?"
Elder Zhao clenched his fists in his sleeves, and his face alternated between blue and red. He took a deep breath, turned around with his sleeves flicked, and said in a cold voice, "It's just a fluke."
"A fluke?" Luo Ling laughed louder, "Then why didn't your Zhao Yan get into the finals by 'lucky'? Why didn't your precious junior win by 'lucky' when he used the blood evil attack? If you lose, you lose, what excuse can you make!"
"You--"
"What am I?" Luo Ling put her hands on her hips, "Let's settle our accounts later! Now - I'll go pick up my apprentice first!"
Her body swayed and turned into a stream of red light, which shot directly into the arena.
Nangong Yao followed closely behind, her blue shadow like the wind.
On the arena.
Qin Tiexin is still standing.
He listened to the roaring cheers of the mountains and looked at the red figure flying in the distance, and his consciousness began to blur again. The last bit of strength in his body was quickly passing away, and the edges of his vision began to turn black.
But he didn't fall.
It wasn't until Luo Ling fell in front of him, until Nangong Yao held his arm, and until the elder deacon announced "The final is over, the champion Qin Tiexin" that he slowly let go of the hand holding the knife.
The broken knife fell to the ground, making a dull impact sound.
Then, his body softened and he fell forward.
Luo Ling stretched out her hand to catch him, and her spiritual power instantly penetrated into her body. After a moment, her face changed slightly. "You are hurt so badly... Yao'er, rejuvenation pill!"
Nangong Yao had already taken out the elixir and stuffed it into Qin Tiexin's mouth. The elixir melted in the mouth, and its pure medicinal power spread rapidly, protecting the heart and veins and stopping internal bleeding.
On the other side, Zhou Chongshan was also surrounded by disciples from the medical hall who came over. He was also seriously injured, but his consciousness was still there. When he was carried on a stretcher, he turned his head and looked in the direction of Qin Tiexin.
Qin Tiexin just opened his eyes.
Their eyes met across the distance.
Zhou Chongshan moved his lips and said three words silently.
Qin Tiexin understands.
"You win."
Then, Zhou Chongshan closed his eyes and let the disciples of the medical hall carry him away.
Luo Ling supported Qin Tiexin and turned to look at the elder deacon. "Award ceremony?"
"Postponed." The elder deacon shook his head, "Both of them need emergency treatment. The awards will be given after the injuries are stable."
"Okay." Luo Ling nodded, held up Qin Tiexin with his spiritual power, and said to Nangong Yao, "Go back to my yard."
Three streams of light rose into the sky and disappeared into the eastern sky.
On the ruins of the arena, only the huge pothole was left, rubble on the ground, Edgeless broken into two pieces, and the fragments of the Chenfeng Sword.
Also, more than 10,000 disciples discussed and were shocked for a long time.
On this day, the outer sect of Liuyun Sect held a grand competition, and Qin Tiexin, a disciple of the fourth level of Qi Refining, received a double crown.
The news spread quickly throughout the entire sect like wildfire.