Asking about longevity

The Xuan Division's Sword Debate Competition also has many formats.

But whether it's Mo Hua's good luck or bad luck, so far, the competition formats he's participated in, besides the Assassination Match, have been Melee Matches.

As for other formats, like Siege and Defense, Demon Hunting, Escorting Goods, etc., he hasn't played a single round.

This Sword Debate with the Xiaoyao Sect is just a basic Melee Match.

Only by completely "killing" all the opposing disciples can one win.

Of course, as things stand now, none of the watching cultivators care about the "competition format" anymore; the only thing they care about is:

Who exactly can kill Mo Hua?

Who exactly can make this despicable and shameless Mo Hua die once in the Sword Debate Tournament?

Who exactly can use Mo Hua's "blood" to wash away the shame of the Qianxue prodigies!

Killing Mo Hua once is enough.

They don't care about winning or losing at all.

Or rather, as long as they can kill Mo Hua, then that is the "winner" in everyone's mind.

This simple and strong desire permeated the hearts of the cultivators on the entire On Dao Mountain.

The atmosphere of the spectators was also like a furnace, burning people's blood with excitement.

And the one most hoped for in this Sword Debate was the Xiaoyao Sect's prodigy, the handsome and dashing Feng Zichen, clad in white, with sword energy like the wind.

It wasn't just the Feng family elders who hoped so.

Most of the watching cultivators were also looking forward to it.

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

And soon, the Sword Debate began.

After a simple reconnaissance and march, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect and the Taixu Sect met each other, and instantly, like wind and thunder igniting earth fire, sword light shook the sky, and they were entangled in a slaughter.

There were no fancy tactics, only pure killing.

And Mo Hua naturally bore the brunt of the firepower.

By now, anyone with eyes could see that among the Taixu Sect, there were two people who couldn't be allowed to run rampant.

One was Linghu Xiao.

Letting Linghu Xiao run rampant would result in being killed by the Chongxu Dissection Sword True Qi, and certain defeat.

The other was Mo Hua.

Letting Mo Hua run rampant would result in being disgusted to death, and they wouldn't be able to win either.

Originally, Mo Hua's importance was below Linghu Xiao's.

But unfortunately, he had made too many enemies, and that handsome little white face of his came with its own taunt.

Therefore, there were far more people who wanted to kill him than those who wanted to kill Linghu Xiao.

What's more, this Sword Debate had accumulated the experience of the previous several Sect Sword Debates, and condensed the wisdom of the various Sect Daoist elders; the Xiaoyao Sect had the means and determination to "definitely kill" Mo Hua, and for a time, their offensive was like a long rainbow.

Their movements were like the wind, their sword energy was like shadows, coming and going freely, and their fierce offensive pressed the Taixu Sect to the left and right.

Mo Hua had no choice but to flee in a sorry state.

The audience watched with excitement.

Elder Feng was also very gratified.

"The Xiaoyao Sect's town-sect inheritance is the Xiaoyao Wind Shadow Technique. Their movement technique is the Wind-Treading Step, and they cultivate the Xiaoyao Sword Control Art. Therefore, most of their disciples cultivate 'fast swords'…"

"Not only is their movement good, but their swords are also fast. In a back-and-forth, the sword energy follows the wind, the killing intent is a line, severing the throat and taking lives."

"The wind-element movement technique is combined with the sword art. The faster the movement, the stronger the sword art."

"It is because of such unique skills that the Xiaoyao Sect was able to surpass several sword dao sects among the Twelve Streams in the past and become one of the Eight Great Sects."

Elder Feng explained to the Great Elder Zhang, and then said with pleasure:

"And my Feng family's prodigy, Feng Zichen, is the leader of this Xiaoyao Sect generation. His cultivation and sword techniques come from the Xiaoyao Sect, but his movement technique, based on the Xiaoyao Sect's Wind-Treading Step, also incorporates my Feng family's unique Eight Trigrams Wind-Swimming Step."

"The Xiaoyao Wind-Treading Step, plus the Eight Trigrams Wind-Swimming Step, two great unique movement techniques, are integrated into one."

"If we talk about sword techniques, Zichen may not be the strongest. But if we talk about movement techniques, almost no one in the entire Sword Debate Tournament can compare with him."

"And the Xiaoyao Sect's sword techniques are very dependent on movement. The stronger the movement, the stronger the sword techniques. Therefore, Zichen's wind-element sword art, when used, is also invincible…"

Great Elder Zhang nodded in praise, but he couldn't help but feel envy in his heart.

Their Zhang family also excelled in movement techniques.

The family's Falling Flower Step and Passing Water Step were originally considered extremely exquisite. But compared with the Xiaoyao Wind-Treading Step and the Eight Trigrams Wind-Swimming Step in front of him, they were still a few points inferior.

What's more, none of the Zhang family members could cultivate these two types of movement techniques to perfection.

Not to mention being able to compete with the Feng family's leader on the Sword Debate arena.

Comparing people is infuriating.

Great Elder Zhang didn't say it, and his expression didn't show it, but he still couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable in his heart.

And on the field, Feng Zichen led the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect and began to show their power.

The sword energy swept across, like a hurricane raging.

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

Once the formation was disrupted, Mo Hua lost his protection.

The Xiaoyao Sect immediately unleashed their sword energy like the wind, and attacked Mo Hua one after another.

Mo Hua really couldn't stand it, so he could only activate his stealth and disappear in front of everyone.

Feng Zichen had expected this, and immediately took out a Five Elements Stealth-Breaking Spirit Mirror, and shone it on Mo Hua, clearly illuminating Mo Hua's figure that had just entered stealth.

The outer field was in an uproar, and everyone applauded and praised:

"It's broken!"

"Wonderful! Wonderful!"

"This kid's stealth technique has finally been broken! I see where he can hide this time?"

Amidst the joy and the boiling voices, Great Elder Zhang was a little unclear.

Elder Feng then explained:

"Brother Zhang may not know, this Mo Hua is proficient in stealth. Moreover, he doesn't know where he got the inheritance of this stealth technique, which cannot be seen with the naked eye, nor can it be spied on with divine sense. Even ordinary stealth-breaking spiritual instruments cannot break it, which is really troublesome…"

"But this is the Qianxue State, with a long Daoist tradition and countless inheritances. How can there be truly unbreakable spells?"

"Therefore, after the elders of the various sects deliberated and discussed day and night, they finally discerned the root of this stealth technique and found a spiritual mirror to restrain it."

"Now, with the Five Elements Spirit Mirror shining on him, this child will no longer be able to hide."

Elder Feng's tone was quite "rousing".

Great Elder Zhang looked silent, and couldn't help but think in his heart:

A bunch of elders from big sects gathered together, stayed up all night to hold meetings, and broke a disciple's stealth technique…

Is it really something to be so proud of?

But this sentence was a bit rude, and Great Elder Zhang was too embarrassed to say it.

Moreover, seeing Elder Feng's proud face and the surrounding cultivators' happy expressions, Great Elder Zhang couldn't open his mouth even more.

"This child's movement technique is average, and he relies entirely on stealth to save his life."

"Once his stealth is broken, he will die without a burial place!"

Elder Feng asserted in a deep voice.

Not only did Elder Feng think so, but this was also almost the consensus of most of the surrounding spectators.

They had been watching every Sword Debate before, so they naturally knew what level Mo Hua's movement technique was.

Among the crowd, only Zhang Lan looked shocked.

He had no idea what Elder Feng and these people were talking about.

Average movement technique, relying entirely on stealth to save his life?

Who are they talking about?

This outrageous judgment… how did they come to it?

Are the cultivators of Qianxue State so naive…

And inside the Sword Debate arena.

Feng Zichen held the Spirit Mirror and illuminated the stealthed "scoundrel" Mo Hua, and immediately struck with his long sword like the wind.

Mo Hua's stealth technique was seen through, and he looked panicked. He hurriedly dodged, and at the critical moment, avoided this sword energy, and his figure was very embarrassed.

This sword can barely be considered dodged.

But without the stealth technique to hide, Mo Hua was exposed to the sword's edge, like a mouse under a cat's mouth. If he dodged one sword, there would be a second sword.

Feng Zichen cultivated fast swords, and this second sword was also very fast.

But Mo Hua didn't know if he was lucky or not. He pounced forward, rolled on the spot, and just happened to avoid this sword again.

Linghu Xiao and the others saw that Mo Hua's situation was critical and wanted to come to his aid.

But the Xiaoyao Sect's people were also fast in their movements and swords. They joined forces and weaved their sword energy into a wind curtain, trapping Linghu Xiao and the others in the middle.

The faster the sword, the stronger the power.

But the faster the sword, the more difficult it is to maintain.

It was impossible for the Xiaoyao Sect to trap Linghu Xiao for too long, but it was enough to restrain them in a short time and suppress them with a fierce offensive.

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

And Feng Zichen took this opportunity to unleash a third and fourth sword.

Neither of these two swords killed Mo Hua.

But they won a round of cheers.

The spectators outside the arena watched Mo Hua being hacked and scurrying around by Feng Zichen, and they all cheered:

"Good! Play with him!"

"Let him taste the feeling of being played by others."

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

"Yes, toy with him slowly, cut him down bit by bit, let him linger between life and death, let him squirm like a rat, let him suffer humiliation, and be toyed with to death!"

"Just like he uses the Five Elements spells to toy with others..."

"This is called 'an eye for an eye'..."

...

Inside the arena, Feng Zichen couldn't hear their words, but he was indeed doing as the audience wished, slashing at Mo Hua again and again.

Mo Hua dodged and weaved, occasionally rolling on the ground.

The crowd watched and laughed heartily, the atmosphere filled with joy.

But as time passed, as they watched, their laughter gradually faded.

Because Feng Zichen was still slashing, and Mo Hua was still dodging.

"Alright... that's enough... you can kill him with one strike now..."

"Stop playing around..."

"Is Feng Zichen addicted to playing? Just kill him with one strike, stop playing around, don't overdo it..."

But Feng Zichen really wasn't playing around.

From the beginning, he had been seriously slashing, but after slashing for so long, he hadn't managed to hit him even once.

Now, he realized there was a problem.

Not only Feng Zichen, but many elders outside the arena, and even sharp-eyed cultivators, also noticed something was wrong, and their expressions became solemn.

Grand Elder Zhang slowly said, "This Mo Hua's footwork seems... not that bad?"

Elder Feng was silent.

But the truth was before his eyes, and he had to admit, "There is something to it..."

But it was only a little bit.

No matter how good this kid's footwork is, could it be better than Feng Zichen, who possesses both the逍遥踏风步 (Carefree Wind-Treading Step) and the 八卦游风步 (Eight Trigrams Roaming Wind Step)?

Inside the arena, Feng Zichen's gaze became colder and colder.

Unlike Mo Hua, he wasn't an upright and honorable 'good young man'.

Sword duels emphasized direct confrontation, comparing who's sword was faster, more accurate, and stronger, without resorting to tricks or schemes.

Therefore, when he initially slashed at Mo Hua, he was aiming for a fatal blow.

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

But clearly, he had miscalculated, and Mo Hua had dodged it.

After that, he struck even faster, aiming for Mo Hua's heart and lungs, but Mo Hua still dodged it.

After that, his sword became faster with each strike.

But no matter how fast he was, Mo Hua could dodge it.

Feng Zichen understood that this Mo Hua was playing him.

His footwork was not weak at all.

Not only was it not weak, but it was also quite exquisite.

"As expected, treacherous!"

Feng Zichen said coldly, and then no longer held back, fully activating the Wind-Treading Step, his footwork became even faster, and his sword aura became even sharper.

Seeing that this white-robed youth's sword moves were faster, Mo Hua felt a little helpless, and had to bring out some of his strength and seriously contend with him.

Thus, on the Square Sky Painting Shadow, Feng Zichen's footwork was like the wind, and Mo Hua's body was like flowing water.

The wind followed the sword, and the water followed the momentum. In the chase and escape, like a gentle breeze brushing the water's surface, or like water flowing avoiding the wind, they competed with each other, evenly matched.

The faces of the watching cultivators changed slightly.

"His footwork... seems to be a bit extraordinary?"

"To be able to be evenly matched with the Carefree Sect's Wind-Treading Step... this is more than just extraordinary..."

There was a lot of discussion around.

Elder Feng's expression was a little unnatural.

Grand Elder Zhang carefully watched Mo Hua's footwork, carefully pondering, and murmured in a low voice:

"This water-based footwork is well-learned... the dodging and maneuvering are extremely skillful, and the spiritual power flows without any hindrance..."

"It shouldn't be an ordinary Flowing Water Step..."

He was purely watching the battle, admiring Mo Hua's footwork, so he didn't think too much about it for a while.

On the other hand, Zhang Lan seemed to have nails growing under his buttocks, and was already a little restless.

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

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

"But it's a pity, no matter how extraordinary his footwork is, it's still not comparable to the Wind-Treading Step..."

"What's more, the Feng family's prodigy doesn't only have the Wind-Treading Step as a unique skill. If this continues, this kid will definitely lose."

Hearing this, Elder Feng's expression eased slightly.

In his heart, this should have been a quick and decisive victory, a fatal blow, a hearty and satisfying victory.

But now, there were some twists and turns out of thin air.

But this was also good, a fatal blow would not show the power of his Feng family's disciples.

Let Mo Hua struggle for a few more rounds, so that his Feng family's prodigy can show his true strength in front of the Qianxue Sect's thousands of cultivators.

Not only Elder Feng, but most of the Feng family's disciples, including most of the cultivators watching the battle, thought the same way.

This kid Mo Hua is proficient in Fireball Technique, that's fine.

Proficient in Water Prison Technique, that's also okay.

Proficient in a large number of Five Elements low-level spells, it's not unacceptable.

Even if he is proficient in a unique stealth technique, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to detect his tracks, although it is difficult to accept, it is also a fact.

But on this basis, if you are also proficient in footwork, it is a bit shameless...

What's more, his opponent is a member of the Carefree Sect, a disciple of the Feng family, possessing dual sect-guarding unique skills, his footwork is so fast that it is one of the best in the entire Qianxue Sect.

No matter how exquisite your footwork is, there should be a limit, can it be stronger than the Feng family's prodigy?

As long as the Feng family's prodigy makes a full effort, Mo Hua will undoubtedly lose.

Therefore, the hearts of the people that were hanging, slowly returned to their stomachs.

But often, things don't go as planned.

The subsequent development of the situation gradually transcended their understanding.

Feng Zichen was still slashing, and Mo Hua was still escaping.

Soon, the violent wind around Feng Zichen became more turbulent, the wind formed a巽 (Sun) trigram, roaming around his body, making his footwork more varied in addition to being swift.

Sharp-eyed cultivators could see at this time that Feng Zichen was really not holding back, and had used both the Carefree Sect's Wind-Treading Step and the Feng family's Eight Trigrams Roaming Wind Step.

This was also the only footwork unique skill that he could fuse so far.

For a time, Feng Zichen's footwork reached a new level. Not only was the speed strange, but it was also extremely flexible.

The wind flowed in thousands of ways, containing all kinds of subtleties, which was amazing.

Even Grand Elder Zhang showed amazement.

The Zhang family is proficient in footwork, and that's why he could see the doorway, and the more he knew how high the understanding and aptitude it would take to cultivate these two footworks to proficiency and fuse them together.

This Feng family's son is truly amazingly talented.

Their Zhang family is also considered a large family, but there is not a single disciple who can cultivate footwork to such a degree.

Grand Elder Zhang was envious and a little sour.

Feng Zichen stepped on the wind, his body was like roaming wind, his footwork changed, and his sword moves also began to transform, becoming more and more swift and fierce, almost invisible to the naked eye.

Then, this sword, as if condensing a violent wind, stabbed towards Mo Hua again.

But this sword went down, and there was no difference.

Mo Hua's body flashed with water light, and he dodged again.

Feng Zichen's eyes shook, and he was a little dazed.

Why?

Clearly, he used his full strength, his sword moves were faster, and his sword aura was stronger.

But this exquisite sword, which fused his lifelong unique skills, when it stabbed towards Mo Hua, the result was no different.

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

The people outside the arena also looked at each other in dismay.

"What's going on?"

"This sword is so fast that my eyes can't even see it clearly, and it didn't hit?"

"What happened?"

"Can't even kill Mo Hua?"

...

On the Feng family's seats.

Elder Feng's pupils shrank, and his face changed slightly.

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

Both of them were staring at the Square Sky Painting Shadow, feeling a little unbelievable in their hearts.

What felt even more unbelievable was Feng Zichen.

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

"Impossible..."

His expression was cold and stern, and his eyes were extremely sharp for a moment, but a trace of fear that he himself had not even noticed surged in his heart.

"I must kill him!"

Feng Zichen's eyes were slightly red, and he really stopped holding back this time, even starting to do his best, urging the Carefree Sword Control Technique to the fullest.

The sword light was like mercury pouring down the ground.

The sword aura was like a violent wind howling.

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

These swords were so fast that ordinary Foundation Establishment disciples couldn't see them with the naked eye.

But even if his sword was faster, denser, and sharper, when it slashed towards Mo Hua, it was like slashing on a deep lake.

The sword passed, and the water had ripples, the sword went, and the water had no trace.

Feng Zichen's sword was fast.

But Mo Hua's footwork was faster, more bizarre, more elusive than his sword, and it seemed to have a kind of 'precognition' ability, the sword had not moved, the water had already disappeared, and it was mixed with a trace of hazy water mist, making it even more invisible and untouchable.

Feng Zichen's heart was cold.

A terrible fact that was difficult for him to accept floated to his heart:

"This Mo Hua... his footwork is actually above me?!"