Chapter 1014: Above Me

The Xuanzi Bureau's sword-fighting competition system also has many forms.

But I don't know whether Mo Hua is lucky or not, but so far, the only competitions he has participated in are beheading competitions and free-for-all competitions.

He has never played any other game systems, such as attack and defense, monster hunting, escort, etc.

This sword fight with the Xiaoyao Sect was just a basic melee match.

Only by "killing" all the opponent's disciples can you win.

Of course, at this point, no one among the monks watching the game cared about the "competition system" anymore. They only cared about one thing:

Who on earth can kill Mo Hua?

Who on earth could make this despicable and shameless Mo Hua die once in the sword-fighting competition?

Who on earth could use Mo Hua's "blood" to wash away the shame of all the geniuses of Qianxue!

It would be fine if I could kill Mo Hua once.

They don't care about winning or losing.

In other words, whoever can kill Mo Hua will be the "winner" in everyone's heart.

This simple yet strong desire permeates the hearts of all the monks in Lundao Mountain.

The atmosphere of watching the game was like a furnace, making people's blood boil.

The person who was most expected in this sword-fighting contest was the prodigy of Xiaoyao Sect, Feng Zichen, a handsome man dressed in white, with a sword as sharp as the wind.

It's not just the Feng family elders who hope so.

Most of the monks watching the battle were looking forward to this.

Looking forward to Feng Zichen killing Mo Hua with one sword.

And soon, the sword fight began.

After a brief reconnaissance and march, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect and the Taixu Sect met each other. In an instant, they fought each other like thunder and lightning, with swords shining in the sky.

There are no fancy tactics, just pure fighting.

And ink paintings naturally bear the greatest firepower.

After discussing swordplay for so long, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there were two people in the Taixu Sect who should not be left alone.

One is Linghu Xiao.

If Linghu Xiao is allowed to do what he wants, he will be killed by Chongxu's sword-breaking true energy and will surely lose.

Another one is Mo Hua.

If you let Mo Hua do what he wants, you will be disgusted to death, and you will also not be able to win.

Originally, the importance of Mo Hua was second only to Linghu Xiao.

But he had too many enemies, and that handsome pretty face was inherently sarcastic.

Therefore, the number of people who want to kill him is far greater than those who want to kill Linghu Xiao.

What's more, this sword fight accumulated the experience of several previous sword fights among sects and condensed the wisdom of the elders of Taoism from various sects. Xiaoyao Sect had the means and determination to "kill" Mo Hua, and its offensive was as powerful as a rainbow.

His body movements were as fast as the wind, his sword energy was as sharp as a shadow, he came and went freely, and his fierce offensive overwhelmed the Taixu Sect, making it difficult for them to move left and right.

Mo Hua had to flee in a panic.

The audience was deeply moved.

Elder Feng was also very relieved.

"The Xiaoyao Sect's heritage is the Xiaoyao Wind Shadow Technique, the body movement is the Wind Stepping Step, and the Xiaoyao Sword Controlling Technique is practiced. Therefore, most of the disciples practice the 'Fast Sword'..."

"Not only is his agility good, but his sword is also fast. In one blow, the sword energy follows the wind, with a hint of murderous intent, cutting the throat and killing the person."

"The wind-based body movements and sword techniques are combined into one. The faster the body movements, the stronger the sword techniques."

"It is because of this kind of unique skills that Xiaoyao Sect was able to surpass several sword sects among the twelve-level sects in the past and become one of the eight major sects."

Elder Feng told the story to the Zhang family's eldest elder, and then said happily:

"And the genius of my Feng family, Feng Zichen, is the best of this class of Xiaoyao Sect. His martial arts and swordsmanship were acquired from Xiaoyao Sect, but his body movements are based on Xiaoyao Sect's Stepping Wind Step, and he also incorporates my Feng family's unique Eight Diagrams Wandering Wind Step."

"The Free and Easy Stepping Wind Step, plus the Eight Diagrams Wandering Wind Step, two unique body movements, integrated into one."

"In terms of swordsmanship, Zi Chen may not be the strongest. But in terms of body movements, almost no one in the entire sword competition can compare with him."

"And the swordsmanship of Xiaoyao Sect relies heavily on body movements. The stronger the body movement, the stronger the swordsmanship. So when Zichen uses his wind swordsmanship, he is invincible..."

Elder Feng looked very proud.

Elder Zhang looked at the screen and saw the five disciples of Xiaoyao Sect, each of them moving swiftly and with sword moves as continuous as a hurricane.

The leader is a bit faster.

In the fluttering white clothes, man and sword are one, coming and going like the wind, elegant and sharp.

Especially his body movements, which combine the swiftness of the Wind Step and the agility of the Swinging Wind Step, are exquisite.

"good!"

Elder Zhang nodded in praise, but he couldn't help feeling envious.

Their Zhang family is also known for their physical skills.

The family-inherited Falling Flower Step and Flowing Water Step were also extremely exquisite, but compared with the Free and Easy Stepping Wind Step and Eight Diagrams Wandering Wind Step, they were inferior.

What's more, among the Zhang family, there is no disciple who can master these two types of skills to perfection.

Not to mention, he could compete with the best of the Feng family in the sword-fighting arena.

Comparing yourself with others will only make you angry.

Although Elder Zhang said nothing and showed no emotion, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

On the field, Feng Zichen led the disciples of Xiaoyao Sect and began to display their prowess.

The sword energy swept across like a raging gale.

After just a few dozen rounds, the Taixu Sect's formation was cut through by the Xiaoyao Sect's fast swords.

Once the formation was disrupted, the Mo Hua lost its support.

Everyone from Xiaoyao Sect immediately rushed towards Mo Hua with sword energy as fast as the wind.

Mo Hua really couldn't bear it and could only activate the hiding function to disappear in front of everyone.

Feng Zichen had anticipated this and immediately took out a Five Elements Spirit Mirror and shone it over his head, clearly illuminating Mo Hua's figure as he had just hidden.

There was an uproar outside, and everyone applauded:

"It's broken!"

"Great! Very great!"

"This kid's hiding technique has finally been broken! Where can he hide this time?"

Everyone was rejoicing and the noise was boisterous, but Elder Zhang did not quite understand what was going on.

Elder Feng explained:

"Brother Zhang, you don't know that this Mo Hua is proficient in hiding. And I don't know where he got this hiding technique from. It is invisible to the naked eye and cannot be seen by the spirit consciousness. Even ordinary spiritual tools cannot break it. It is really tricky..."

"But this is the realm of Qianxuezhou, with a long tradition and countless inheritances. Is there really any spell that cannot be broken?"

"So, after the elders of the various sects planned and discussed day and night, they finally figured out the basis of this concealment technique and found the spiritual mirror that could restrain it."

"Now, with this Five Elements Spiritual Mirror shining on him, it will be difficult for this boy to hide."

Elder Feng's tone was quite "heart-stirring".

Elder Zhang was silent, and couldn't help thinking:

A bunch of elders from a big sect gathered together, stayed up all night for a meeting, and broke a disciple's concealment technique...

Is it really something to be proud of?

But this sentence was somewhat rude, and Elder Zhang was embarrassed to say it out loud.

Moreover, seeing Elder Feng's smug look and the joyful expressions of the cultivators around him, Elder Zhang couldn't bring himself to say this in this atmosphere.

"This boy's physical skills are average, he relies entirely on hiding to save his life."

"If you break his hiding place, you will die without a burial place!"

Elder Feng asserted in a deep voice.

Not only did Elder Feng think so, it was also the consensus of almost all the monks watching the battle around him.

They had watched every sword fight before, so they naturally knew the level of Mo Hua's body movements.

Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan looked shocked.

He had no idea what Elder Feng and the others were talking about.

Your physical skills are average, and you rely entirely on hiding to save your life?

Who are you talking about?

How did they come to this outrageous judgment?

Are the cultivators in Qianxuezhou so naive...

And in the sword-fighting arena.

Feng Zichen held the magic mirror in his hand, and revealed the hidden "villain" in the Mo Hua. He then swung his sword as fast as the wind and chopped it down.

The Mo Hua's concealment technique was discovered. He was terrified and quickly dodged, avoiding the sword energy at the critical moment. He looked very embarrassed.

He barely dodged the sword.

But without the art of concealment, the Mo Hua was exposed to the sword, like a mouse in the cat's mouth; if it dodged one sword, there would be a second one.

Feng Zichen practiced the fast sword, and this second sword was also very fast.

But I don't know if Mo Hua was lucky, he lunged forward and rolled on the ground, just avoiding the sword.

Linghu Xiao and his companions saw that Mo Hua was in critical condition and wanted to lend a helping hand.

But the people from Xiaoyao Sect were also fast in body movement and swordsmanship. They joined forces and their sword energy weaved into a continuous wind curtain, trapping Linghu Xiao and the others in the middle.

The faster the sword, the more powerful it is.

But no matter how fast the sword is, it will inevitably be difficult to last long.

It is impossible for the people from Xiaoyao Sect to trap Linghu Xiao for too long, but it is enough to restrict them for a short period of time and suppress them with a fierce offensive.

This amount of time is enough for Feng Zichen to kill Mo Hua.

Feng Zichen took advantage of this opportunity and struck out his third and fourth swords.

Neither of these two swords could kill Mo Hua.

But it won applause.

The audience outside the arena cheered as they watched Mo Hua being hacked into a mess by Feng Zichen:

"Great! Play with him!"

"Let him also have a taste of what it feels like to be toyed with by others."

"Kill him slowly, don't kill him too quickly, otherwise it will be too easy for him."

"Yes, play with him slowly, chop him with the sword, let him wander between life and death, let him wriggle around like a mouse, let him suffer humiliation, and be teased to death!"

"Just like he uses the Five Elements magic to play tricks on others..."

"This is called giving someone a taste of their own medicine..."

…

Feng Zichen in the venue couldn't hear what they were saying, but he was indeed doing things according to the audience's wishes, slashing at Mo Hua with one sword after another.

The Mo Hua hides here and there, and occasionally rolls on the ground.

Everyone laughed heartily, and the atmosphere became cheerful for a while.

But as time went by, they watched and gradually couldn't laugh anymore.

Because Feng Zichen was still chopping and Mo Hua was still dodging.

"It's enough... almost there... I can kill him with one sword..."

"Stop playing…"

"Is Feng Zichen addicted to playing? Just kill him with one sword. Stop playing and don't let yourself get carried away..."

But Feng Zichen really wasn't playing.

From the very beginning, he chopped seriously, but after chopping for a long time, he didn't hit the target with his sword.

Now he realized there was a problem.

Not only Feng Zichen, but also many elders outside the venue and sharp-eyed monks realized that something was wrong and their faces looked a little silent.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Elder Zhang said slowly: "This person called Mo Hua, his body movements don't seem to be that bad?"

Elder Feng was silent.

But the facts were before him, and he had to admit, "There is something..."

But only a little.

No matter how good this kid's physical skills are, can he be better than Feng Zichen who is proficient in both the Xiaoyao Stepping Wind Step and the Bagua Youfeng Step?

Inside the sword-fighting arena, Feng Zichen's gaze became increasingly cold.

Unlike Mo Hua, he is an upright "good boy".

A sword fight requires a head-on confrontation to see whose sword is faster, more accurate, and stronger, without any conspiracy or trickery.

Therefore, when he started chopping down the Mo Hua, he was aiming to kill it with one sword.

In his original plan, this sword was enough to take Mo Hua's life.

But obviously, he miscalculated and Mo Hua dodged.

After that, he drew his sword even faster, aiming at Mo Hua's heart and lungs, but Mo Hua still dodged it.

After that, his sword became faster and faster.

But no matter how fast, Mo Hua can dodge it.

Feng Zichen understood that this person named Mo Hua was playing tricks on him.

His body movements were not that weak at all.

Not only is it not weak, it is quite exquisite.

"Sure enough, it's insidious!"

Feng Zichen said in a cold voice, and then he no longer held back, and used all his strength to activate the Wind Step, his body movements became faster, and his sword energy also became faster.

Seeing that the young man in white had faster sword moves, Mo Hua felt a little helpless. He had to use some of his strength to deal with him seriously.

So, on Fang Tian's painting, Feng Zichen's movements were as fast as the wind, and Mo Hua's movements were as fast as flowing water.

The wind follows the sword, and the water follows the momentum. As one chases and the other flees, it is like a breeze blowing over the water, or like water taking shelter from the wind, competing with each other, evenly matched.

The faces of the monks who were watching the battle changed slightly.

"His body movements...seem to be a little bit unusual?"

"To be able to compete with Xiaoyao Sect's Wind-Stepping Step... This is more than just extraordinary..."

There was a lot of discussion all around.

Elder Feng's expression looked somewhat unnatural.

Elder Zhang carefully watched Mo Hua's movements, pondered them carefully, and murmured in a low voice:

"This water-based movement is well learned... He is extremely skilled in his movements, and his spiritual energy flows without any hindrance..."

"It shouldn't be an ordinary flowing step..."

He was just watching the fight and admiring Mo Hua's movements, so he didn't think too much about it for the moment.

On the contrary, Zhang Lan felt as if there was a nail under his butt and was becoming somewhat uneasy.

Only he knew that it was indeed not the Flowing Water Step...

Elder Zhang pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"But it's a pity. No matter how extraordinary his body movements are, they are still not as good as the Wind Step..."

"What's more, the Feng family's genius has more than just the Wind Stepping Body Movement Skill. If this continues, this kid will definitely lose."

Elder Feng's expression eased slightly when he heard this.

In his mind, this should have been a complete victory, with one sword cutting through the Gordian knot and one fatal blow.

But now, there are more twists and turns out of nowhere.

But it's better this way. Killing him with one sword doesn't show how powerful this member of the Feng family is.

Let this Mo Hua struggle for a few more rounds, so that he, the genius of the Feng family, can show his true strength in front of the thousands of Qianxue cultivators.

Not only Elder Feng, but most of the Feng family's disciples, including most of the cultivators watching the battle, thought so in their hearts.

This kid Mo Hua is proficient in fireball magic, which is good.

It's also okay to be proficient in water prison techniques.

It is not unacceptable to be proficient in a large number of low-level five-element spells.

Even if one is proficient in a unique concealment technique that makes it impossible for ordinary monks to discover his whereabouts, although it is hard to accept, it is also the fact.

But on this basis, if you are also proficient in body movements, it would be a bit shameless...

What's more, his opponent is a member of the Xiaoyao Sect, a descendant of the Feng family, who possesses two unique martial arts skills and is one of the best in the entire Qianxue Sect.

No matter how skilled you are, there is always a limit. Can you be stronger than the Feng Family's genius?

As long as the Feng Family's genius uses all his strength, Mo Hua will definitely lose.

Therefore, everyone's hanging hearts slowly settled back into their stomachs.

But often things don't go as we wish.

The subsequent development of the situation gradually went beyond their understanding.

Feng Zichen was still chopping and Mo Hua was still running away.

Soon, the strong wind around Feng Zichen became more violent, and the wind formed the Xun Gua, flowing around his body, making his body movements not only swift but also full of thousands of changes.

A cultivator with a keen eye could see at this moment that Feng Zichen really did not hold back this time and used both the Xiaoyao Sect's Stepping Wind Step and the Feng Family's Eight Trigrams Wind-swept Step together.

This is also the unique body movement skill that only he can integrate so far.

Suddenly, Feng Zichen's body movements reached a new level. Not only was his speed amazing, but he was also extremely flexible.

It is full of charm and contains all kinds of exquisite details that are breathtaking.

Even the great elder Zhang was amazed.

The Zhang family is proficient in body techniques, and because of this, he was able to see the key points. The more he knew, the more he knew how much comprehension and qualifications were required to master these two levels of body techniques and integrate them with each other.

This boy from the Feng family is truly a man of extraordinary talent.

Their Zhang family is considered to be a wealthy and powerful family, but none of their disciples can cultivate their physical skills to such a level.

Elder Zhang felt envious and a little bitter.

Feng Zichen stepped on the wind, his body moving like the wind. His body movements changed and his sword moves also began to transform, becoming increasingly swift and sharp, almost invisible to the naked eye.

Then, the sword, which was like a condensed strong wind, stabbed towards the Mo Hua again.

But this sword strike made no difference.

There was a flash of water around Mo Hua, and he dodged again.

Feng Zichen's eyes were shocked and he was a little dazed.

Why?

He had clearly used all his strength, his sword moves were faster, and his sword energy was stronger.

But when this exquisite sword, which combined all his life's skills, stabbed the Mo Hua, the result was no different.

Mo Hua's figure was as natural as flowing water, and his movements were exactly the same as before, and he dodged it just like that.

The people outside the venue also looked at each other in bewilderment.

"What's going on?"

"The sword was so fast that I couldn't see it clearly. How could it not hit me?"

"what happened?"

"This can't kill Mo Hua?"

…

At the Feng family's table.

Elder Feng's pupils shrank and his expression changed slightly.

Elder Zhang also slowly sat up straight, his eyes solemn.

Both of them stared at Fang Tian Huaying, feeling somewhat unbelievable in their hearts.

What was even more incredible was Feng Zichen.

"It's impossible not to hit..."

"impossible..."

His expression was stern and his eyes were extremely sharp, but there was a trace of fear in his heart that he himself was not aware of.

"We must kill him!"

Feng Zichen's eyes turned slightly red, and this time he really didn't hold back anymore. He even began to use all his strength to push the Xiaoyao Sword Controlling Technique to its fullest.

The sword light was like mercury pouring down on the ground.

The sword energy whistled like a violent wind.

All the trees and rocks in the mountains and forests were shattered by the white sword light.

These swords were so fast that ordinary foundation-building disciples could not even see them with the naked eye.

But no matter how fast, dense, or sharp his sword was, when it chopped towards the Mo Hua, it was like chopping at the surface of a deep lake.

When the sword passes through the water, there are ripples; when the sword leaves the water, there is no trace.

Feng Zichen's sword is fast.

But Mo Hua's movements were faster, more strange, and more elusive than his sword, and he seemed to have a kind of "foreseeing" ability. The sword hadn't moved, but the water had already flowed away, mixed with a trace of hazy mist, making it even more difficult to see through and touch.

Feng Zichen felt a chill in his heart.

A terrible fact that was hard for him to accept came to his mind:

"This Mo Hua...his body movements are actually better than mine?!"

(End of this chapter)