Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 147: The Charm of a Sword Cultivator (15)

Although he has never practiced swordsmanship, Master Hua Xi feels that swordsmanship should not be like this.

But looking at Gong Yangyu's current condition, Hua Xi was a little unsure.

While she was thinking, another disciple came on stage, and then waved his sword lightly, and the person opposite him half-knelt down involuntarily, as if saluting the eight-year-old female disciple.

The opponent was so angry that his face turned red, the muscles on his face were twisted together, and all the magic power in his body evaporated into mist. He wanted to resist this pressure, but he still couldn't stand up.

The Zhengyi disciple just looked at his opponent silently. After confirming that the other party could not stand up, he saluted and turned away. He returned to his fellow disciples and continued to shake in a daze.

When the third disciple was about to go on stage, Wanyan Lie raised his hand to indicate that it was okay.

The third sword cultivator from the Demon Sect was still unwilling to give in and wanted to move forward with his sword in hand, but Wanyan Lie stopped him and shouted, "Don't go up. Your sword heart is unstable to begin with. Do you want to break your sword heart now?"

"Master, retreating without fighting, is this the quality that we sword cultivators should have?"

"What you said makes sense."

Wanyan Lie nodded, then tapped the disciple lightly on the head, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious.

Rather than letting this disciple's swordsmanship be broken, it is better to take action yourself and give him a reason to retreat.

Wanyan Lie asked others to take his disciples away. He looked at Gong Yangyu and said, "We disciples admit defeat, but the most important thing is the competition between immortal masters. Gong Yangyu, do you dare to fight me?"

"Okay."

Gong Yangyu walked up to the stage unsteadily and stood in front of Wan Yan Lie.

Looking at Gong Yangyu who seemed like he would fall down at any time, Wanyan Lie's expression gradually became solemn.

The opponent's sword intent looked as ethereal as mist, and as vast as mountains. The powerful sword intent constantly switched between reality and illusion, which made Wanyan Lie feel like he was looking up to a mountain.

Looking at the other party's confused eyes, Wan Yan Lie couldn't help but said: "You are still enlightened! Gong Yangyu, you are really powerful! Where is your sword?"

Spreading out his hands, Gong Yangyu asked doubtfully: "It's right here, can't you see it?"

Looking at Gong Yangyu's empty hands, Wanyan Lie's eyes became more solemn.

Although others may not be able to see it, Wanyan Lie can see a wisp of sword energy lingering in Gong Yangyu's hand, constantly transforming between reality and illusion.

Everything can be turned into a sword. This is the magical power gained by every sword technique after its second transformation.

At this level, ordinary flying swords have little impact on the strength of sword practitioners. What is important is the understanding of the sword heart and sword energy, as well as the application of sword moves.

Looking at this trace of sword energy greedily, Wanyan Lie collected his thoughts and said with a smile: "Gong Yangyu, I thought you were already talented enough, but I never thought you would still surprise me. Seeing that your sword energy has been tempered a thousand times, you must have experienced countless life-and-death battles to reach such a realm."

"Yeah, after playing the game for a month, you can start over again when you die. It's no different from a life-and-death battle."

Hearing that Gong Yangyu had actually played the game for a month, Wan Yanlie's mouth twitched, and then he said fiercely: "Are you insulting me?"

"No, I've been playing The Way of the Sword. It's so much fun. I was still playing it before I came here. It's so exciting to fight the monsters in it."

Wanyan Lie looked at Gong Yangyu coldly, feeling that all his previous feelings of gratitude had vanished into thin air.

He drew out his flying sword, and the black Dao Jue began to wrap around his flying sword. A strange buzzing sound resounded in all directions, making the arena seem like a ghost den.

Afterwards, black fog began to spread, and a large number of demon phantoms appeared and disappeared in the fog, making the arena seem like a ghost den, releasing a terrifying aura.

Sword lights began to dance in it, and the ubiquitous sword energy pounced on Gong Yangyu, but was avoided by the opponent by a hair's breadth.

Dao Jue and Wan Yan Lie's own golden elixir Dao Yun combined with each other and continued to spread. Seeing the strange Dao Yun slowly approaching, the faces of the magic sect immortal masters changed drastically, and they immediately deployed formations to resist this strange Dao Yun.

Hua Xi, who was watching the fight, couldn't help but take a step back. She then took the drum in her hand and started beating it rhythmically.

Along with the sound of fine drum beats, the space on the righteous side was constantly overlapping and expanding, and the space of twenty feet in front of them was expanded to twenty miles in order to resist the invasion of Tao rhyme.

After releasing his magical power and isolating the Dao Yun, Master Hua Xi breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did he have the energy to look at the field and found that Gong Yangyu on the field was still absent-minded. In front of the overwhelming Dao Yun, Gong Yangyu was as small as a lonely boat.

But for some reason, when looking at the opponent, Hua Xi had a feeling that the opponent could not lose.

Although their temperaments were completely different, at this moment, Hua Xi saw the nameless swordsman in "The Way of the Sword" in Gong Yangyu. Their figures overlapped at this moment, and she couldn't help rubbing her eyes.

But then, Hua Xi saw Gong Yangyu draw his sword.

After playing the game for thirty days, Gong Yangyu memorized every detail of the game with his body and almost became one with the protagonist of the game.

Facing Wanyan Lie's Taoist charm, Gong Yangyu, who was still in a trance, felt as if he had returned to the game and saw the evil demons that were everywhere in the game.

Although the Dao Jue obtained by Wanyan Lie is not the same as the Dao Jue in the game, the monsters in the Dao Jue have their own common characteristics. At this time, Gong Yangyu keenly discovered the common characteristics here, and then slashed out with a sword like thunder and lightning.

Sword energy was everywhere, sword light was boiling, the dazzling sword light made Wanyan Lie's Dao Jue boil, and caused flaws in his Dao Jue swordsmanship that he was proud of.

This flaw only lasted for a blink of an eye, but when Wanyan Lie realized the flaw, he knew that he had already lost.

Sure enough, the terrifying sword light struck again, and the tiny flaw continued to expand under this sword until it shattered his sword power.

The Dao Jue that had just covered the sky and the sun suddenly dissipated, and the black mist disappeared without a trace.

The invisible third sword was across Wanyan Lie's shoulder, ready to cut off his head at any time.

Half-kneeling on the ground, Wanyan Lie ignored the burning sensation on his neck and stared at Gong Yangyu's hand. He couldn't help but say, "This isn't the Zhengyi sword technique! What kind of sword technique is this? Why is it so effective against my Daojue sword technique?"

"Of course not, my sword technique in the game is called Zhengyi Sword Technique."

"Don't mention games at this time! It's impossible to play games to such a level!"

"Of course it's impossible. The Way of the Sword is very fun. If you want to play, I'll show you how to get started. I'm almost done with it."

Hearing these words, Wanyan Lie felt that his sword heart was shattered to the ground.

Releasing his hand, he let his flying sword fall to the ground and said bitterly, "I lost."

"Just admit defeat, and grit your teeth."

"What do you mean?" Wanyan Lie asked puzzledly.

"I mean to beat you up."

With a punch, Wanyan Lie was knocked to the ground, with a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth.

Pressing Wanyan Lie to the ground, Gong Yangyu waved his fist and said expressionlessly, "You are bullying my disciples, right?"

“That’s pretty impressive!”

"Meow, you're quite brave!"

"Who are you to cause trouble here?"

"Tell me, who are you?"

"You're not going to say anything, are you? Niuben, say something!"

"Meow, are you pretending to be dead?"

The ring became very quiet, and the only sounds could be heard: the sound of punches hitting flesh and Wanyan Lie's increasingly faint shouts.

Hua Xi watched this scene in silence, and then confirmed that the sword cultivator was really not like this.

(End of this chapter)