nucmednet Chapter 156 Broken Sword
Chapter 156 Broken Sword
Jiang Xuan calmed himself and looked back, trying to catch Yueying's eyes again in mid-air.
But in just a moment, the familiar gaze disappeared on the moon's surface like a wisp of green smoke, untouchable and unreachable.
She felt a chill in her heart, and seeing Yueying getting a little angry after being stared at by her for a long time, she felt that Old Deng was even more hateful.
Yueying felt her scalp tingle when she saw the stares of that row of "human wall" of disciples. She thought they were minded about the fact that Xuanyue Sect favored their own sect in the previous competition.
If it weren't for Jiang Xuan, the troublemaker, Yueying wouldn't have to change the rules at all, and Luo Wangchan and his sect would have been able to sit firmly in first place.
As for Shen Wenqu, Yueying deliberately pushed Jiang Li to him to distract his sight. A swordsman with an unstable mind would naturally not be able to achieve great things and pose no threat.
Xuan Yue Sect must remain firmly on the throne of the world's number one sect, and anyone who wants to stop it will be eliminated by him.
Jiang Xuan watched for a long time but couldn't force the "ghost" out from under Yueying's face. Feeling bored, he finally spat at him with his eyes and ran away to watch the fun.
Yueying: ...I feel like I was called such a dirty name.
Wan Lingyun was a little nervous before the competition started. He originally wanted to ask Jiang Xuan if she had any tricks to calm the situation down, but when he thought that Jiang Xuan's mind was full of bad ideas, he was smart enough to keep his mouth shut.
Now all the sword practitioners in the audience have sharp eyes and are taking out papers and pens, waiting to record their moves.
Chu Xian originally wanted to cheer up his senior brother, but was pulled by Jiang Xuan to take notes.
"You are most familiar with Senior Brother Wan's sword moves, so it's a good opportunity to record them and analyze how he lost... or how he won."
Jiang Xuan changed his tone halfway through his words.
After all, everyone has witnessed Shen Wenqu's previous sluggish state, so it is really uncertain who will win or lose.
Wan Lingyun carried a long sword on his back, and the blade cleverly circled around his body to stretch his muscles.
Jiang Xuan clapped his hands twice in support, and his men began to draw stick figures seriously to pass the time.
Jiang Suwen was watching from the side with some curiosity. Although she was sitting right next to Jiang Xuan, she remained silent for a while before speaking.
"Junior Sister Jiang Xuan, you... a little person like a branch, can I ask what it means?"
Jiang Xuan generously unfolded his notes, then lifted up a corner of a stack of talisman papers. The stickman's movements were connected as the pages were turned, which was exactly the sword-turning movement that Senior Brother Wan had just used to warm up.
"How's that? Isn't it great?"
Jiang Xuan handed the talisman paper to Jiang Suwen proudly and asked her to turn it over and take a closer look.
She originally thought that Senior Sister Jiang was not interested in this kind of thing, but she didn't expect that after flipping it twice in her hands, her eyes actually lit up slightly and she praised her sincerely.
"It's really awesome!"
It's like a kitten that was originally very aloof and just stayed by the side, but suddenly started playing with you because of a piece of cattail grass.
Jiang Xuan suddenly understood Senior Sister Song’s happiness.
Song Biechen was closing his eyes and secretly catching up on his sleep. When he heard their conversation, he also came over to look at Jiang Xuan's little matchstick man.
The three sword masters were having a great time in the audience. Wan Lingyun, who was watching from the stage, also wanted to join in the fun. He looked around for a moment and thought about going to find Jiang Xuan to play after the competition was over.
Jiang Yuanke was still nervous about his eldest disciple's competition. As he was getting nervous, he saw Wan Lingyun standing on the stage, warming up and looking around. He glared at him and calmed him down.
He sighed, remembering that when he was young he didn't dare to sleep three days before the competition, and was ready to complain to Liu Rumo.
"Tsk, the children nowadays are all unstable and just want to play all day long, don't you think so, Master Liu?"
......
"Master Liu?"
Jiang Yuanke turned his head and saw that the seat next to him was empty.
Liu Rumo: "Amazing! Jiang Xuan, you drew so sloppily in such a short time, but you can tell it's Wan Lingyun's boy."
Jiang Yuanke:......
Well, now he was also a little curious about Jiang Xuan’s crappy painting.
After the drum sounded three times, the sword competition started again.
Shen Wenqu and Wan Lingyun saluted politely, then pointed their swords at each other.
Both sides were powerful sword cultivators, and they didn't care who came first or later, they just rushed forward.
Wan Lingyun was in a hurry to go down and play with Jiang Xuan, while Shen Wenqu had finally stood up again and wanted to prove himself once again, and both sides' sword energy was filled with full spiritual power.
Jiang Suwen noticed that Jiang Xuan's talisman paper was about to fly out, so he covered it with his hand in advance.
Although it is the hands of a sword cultivator, Senior Sister Jiang's joints are relatively thin. When she clenched her fist or exerted a little force, a slight white color would appear at the joints.
Jiang Xuan instantly imagined Senior Sister Jiang’s hand as a cat’s claw, and the hatred for having his arm almost chopped off in previous lives seemed to have been melted away by cuteness.
The demon world is full of cold-hearted people. As expected, the people in the cultivation world are more interesting.
Ling Xin, who was hiding in the inner gate team, suddenly sneezed. She didn't know why, but she followed her instinct and glared at Jiang Xuan from a distance.
The disciples were suppressed by the sword energy, and some of the inner disciples even had to activate amulets to prevent themselves from being blown over.
Chu Xian predicted it in advance and grabbed his junior fellow apprentice by the collar, so Gu Ye was not blown away by the sword energy.
Wan Lingyun held his sword horizontally, leaned sideways, and silently recited the sword formula:
Shen Wenqu also took a stance to take on the sword formation, raised his long fingers, and slashed from the side of the black sword blade -
The competition had only begun for less than a quarter of an hour, and both sides had already used the great sword formation.
Last time, they fought for an hour before they started to use the formation. Perhaps their relationship was not as unfamiliar as before, so they didn't show any courtesy and started fighting directly.
Liu Rumo squatted among his own disciples, eating melon seeds and drinking tea, flipping through the "Cursive Script Version of Wan Lingyun" drawn by Jiang Xuan. The leaders of the Bi Bo Sect and the Yuan Shan Sect were so nervous that they wanted to fight them themselves.
Jiang Yuanke was the most exaggerated. When he was young, his temperament was almost the same as Wan Lingyun's. He couldn't sit still. He also had a clear personal aversion to Qin Sheng. He almost crushed the handle of the armchair on the seat.
Qin Sheng was even more worried about their sect's reputation as "the best swordsman in the world" and cursed Qingfeng Sword in his heart for a long time.
This disloyal and unfilial swordsman ran away without hesitation, and almost broke the spirit of their sect's chief disciple.
Fortunately, Shen Wenqu stood up on his own, otherwise he would have heard that Fang Jinwei and Chen You were going to run away. By then, only Ying Huai would be the mentally ill one left in their sect, and he, as the leader, could have simply retired to the mountains.
Jiang Xuan felt that there seemed to be some movement in the Qiankun bag on his waist. He used his spiritual sense to check and found that the Qingfeng Sword had drilled itself to the bottom of all the magic weapons, as if it was feeling guilty.
The sword used by Shen Wenqu this time is said to be an ancient Hanqing sword, and the material of the blade is also top-notch. Jiang Xuan took a look at it and thought it was just average.
This is probably because the most powerful swords and shovels in the world of cultivation, the world of demons, and the world of humans are now in her hands.
As the sword energy echoed, Wan Lingyun and Shen Wenqu had already fought several times.
Shen Wenqu did not use Qingfeng, the disobedient sword, and his body seemed to become lighter. Combined with his unique Fu Xiu sword style, his speed increased to a higher level.
Wan Lingyun was carrying a long sword and was more accustomed to using the heavy sword to intimidate others. His speed was not as fast as Shen Wenqu, so he was slightly at a disadvantage at this time.
If he blindly distanced himself, it would be easier for Shen Wenqu to take him down with a long-range sword formation.
However, Wan Lingyun is not without a chance of winning...
Bai Yushu and Jiang Xuan looked at the same place in tacit understanding.
Broken Sword
Those suave peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, Bai Yushu wiped the sword, leaned next to Jiang Xuan, and recited what was in her mind.
Chu Xian was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant.
If Wan Lingyun was willing to break the sword on the spot, take the opponent by surprise, and get rid of the disadvantage of the heavy sword, he might be able to defeat Shen Wenqu.
In a sword cultivation competition, what is being competed for is never the sword itself, but the person.
Shen Wenqu's end is imminent, and Wan Lingyun should understand that he should let go of his obsession with the sword.
Liu Rumo shook his head and said, "Oh, that sword is not cheap."
He leaned over and put his hands on Jiang Xuan and Bai Yushu's shoulders.
"If you guys reach this point in the competition later, remember to switch to cheaper swords."
The financial application from Xiao Tang hasn't come down yet. Let alone the current competition, there will be many more places to spend money when we have to deal with Xuan Yue Sect in the future.
It cost a lot just to make the armor.
Bai Yushu groaned and grumbled that his master was stingy, but was mercilessly beaten to the head.
Jiang Xuan laughed for a few moments, but suddenly remembered that if he were to use the Broken Sword trick in the future, he would probably be at the end of his rope.
Her eyes swept across the long swords beside Senior Brother Bai, and she silently prayed that she and her senior brother would never have to use this trick.