Xiuxian: Beautiful Women Like Clouds

Several sect leaders were frightened by Qianrou's cold eyes and quickly changed their tone.

"It's true that I'm getting old and confused. Cang Yun is sure to win, and the situation is very good!" said a sect leader with an awkward smile.

"Right, right, right. Cang Yun is deliberately showing weakness to the enemy. In fact, he has already taken control of the overall situation. It's a sure win, a sure win!" The heads of other sects also laughed in agreement, saying only what Qianrou liked to hear.

"Hmph, you guys are smart!" Qian Rou said lightly with her red lips slightly opened. She inadvertently showed her arrogance and dominance.

"Grandpa, I now believe what you said is right. This extremely beautiful woman is indeed a female devil." The young man who had been staring at Qian Rou's fairy face suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He was actually attacked by a breath of the other party.

"I told you not to stare at me, but you didn't listen!" the young man's grandfather sighed.

"Why can Cang Yun taste her, while the rest of us will be beaten if we look at her for even a second longer!" The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling extremely jealous.

"Fellow Daoist Wan Yun, why doesn't your ancestor Qian Rou consider the Wanjian Sect, but instead takes a hostile stance!" An old man couldn't help but send a voice message to Wan Yun.

"That guy is good at talking. He keeps talking nonsense like "I love you, I love you" every day. How many women in the world can stand it? Besides, our ancestor is a love-brained person." Wan Yun sighed lightly.

The battle on the field is very fierce at this time!

"Ten Thousand Swords Technique, the first move, Yellow Spring Sword Intent!" Gao Lingtian's body floated in the void, and he practiced mysterious sword techniques. Suddenly, the clear sky was filled with blood, and a surging river of blood was condensed.

In that river, there were densely packed blood-red swords, and each sword emitted a terrifying sword aura.

When Lu Hao saw that Gao Lingtian actually performed the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, his face looked very ugly. He had also comprehended the Ten Thousand Swords Technique at Jianya, but because he was ambushed by the man in black, his progress in cultivation was delayed.

In addition, the Ten Thousand Swords Technique is a Heavenly Venerable-level spell with extremely powerful power, and it is not so easy to practice successfully.

"Tianxin Sword Technique!" Lu Hao used the Tianxin Sword Technique to the extreme. A large number of sword shadows rushed up and continued to fight, but he was still defeated. He escaped from the blood river with blood all over his body.

"Pooh!" Lu Hao spat out a mouthful of blood foam. This was because he was proficient in swordsmanship and had a strong physique, so he was able to fight his way out of the blood river with great difficulty.

"He actually managed to withstand the first move of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique and survive!" Gao Lingtian frowned. Generally speaking, this first move is enough to kill a cultivator of the same level, but the opponent was able to make it out. This is simply a miracle.

In the following confrontation, Lu Hao was completely at a disadvantage. He was beaten so hard that he kept coughing up blood, and the scars on his body were increasing.

"Well, Cang Yun is still sure to win!" A sect leader continued to say what Qian Rou liked to hear.

"That's right, Cang Yun is winning by playing it safe!" Another sect leader also nodded.

"Shut up!" Qian Rou's eyes welled up with tears when she saw Lu Hao being beaten so badly.

In fact, she also felt that Lu Hao was going to lose, because the Ten Thousand Swords Technique was extremely powerful. She had practiced it before and knew its power very well.

Lu Hao was defeated again, but his eyes had turned golden, and the talent of the first generation was displayed by him. Gao Lingtian's movements were constantly replaying and repeating in his eyes.

Some of the aspects of his comprehension that he had not figured out were gradually understood through Gao Lingtian's repeated practice at close range.

Lu Hao covered his chest and coughed up blood. He was breathing heavily, but the golden light in his eyes was becoming more and more intense, as if he was making an extreme deduction.

"Aren't you very crazy, you little beast? Today I will torture you to death and make you bleed to the last drop of blood!" Gao Lingtian showed an expression of enjoyment when he saw Lu Hao vomiting blood.

He felt so humiliated after today's fierce battle that he wanted to torture and kill Lu Hao in front of everyone.

Lu Hao was defeated again and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this scene, Qian Rou clenched her jade hands, and she actually stood up, wanting to go down and rescue Lu Hao.

"Grandmaster, you must not go down in person. If you intervene forcibly, even if Cang Yun loses, do you think he will hate you or like you more? He has been preparing for revenge on the Xia clan for a long time, and he may have a trump card up his sleeve." Wan Yun hurriedly stepped forward.

"But..." Qian Rou frowned, but still wanted to take action.

"If you insist on taking action, according to the rules of this competition, Gao Lingtian will win directly!" Wan Yun analyzed again.

In fact, he tried to stop him many times not out of kindness, but because he hoped that Lu Hao would die in the hands of his disciple. In this way, Gao Lingtian would not only gain great prestige, but also get rid of a big worry.

Seeing Lu Hao's expression of not giving up, Qian Rou forced herself to sit down again.

"Yellow Spring Sword Intent!" Gao Lingtian once again practiced the mysterious sword techniques, and the blood river condensed again. Countless blood swords in it flew all over the sky with an astonishing momentum.

Lu Hao suddenly closed his eyes, and thousands of pictures emerged in his mind, all of which were Gao Lingtian performing the Ten Thousand Swords Technique. At the same time, the sword techniques he comprehended and understood on the Sword Cliff also emerged. The two were constantly being interpreted and finally began to merge into one.

"The first move of the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, the Yellow Spring Sword Intent!" The next moment, Lu Hao suddenly opened his eyes and uttered a few words.

"Yellow Spring Sword Intention, this is impossible!" Everyone who heard what Lu Hao said thought it was impossible. This was the secret of the Wanjian Sect. Although Lu Hao had comprehended it at Jianya before, he should not have succeeded in practicing it so quickly.

"Stop pretending. If you can perform the Ten Thousand Swords Technique, it will be like a myth descending!" Wan Yun, who had a bad mouth, chose to speak again at the critical moment.

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Wan Yun in surprise again.

Gao Lingtian's neck was also stiff, and he looked at his master in disbelief.

"Even the seal can't stop your bad mouth!" The great elder of the Wanjian Sect said with eyes wide open and anger.

"Don't stop me. I just want to say that no one has ever comprehended our sect's Ten Thousand Swords Technique so quickly. If he can perform it, it will be the advent of a myth, the advent of a myth!" Wan Yun laughed loudly, and for fear that everyone could not hear him, he repeated it twice in a row.

However, the next moment, everyone was shocked. After Lu Hao practiced the complicated sword technique, a blood-red river actually appeared above his head. The blood was surging in it, and countless blood-red swords were flying, forming an extremely spectacular scene.

"Oh my god, did he agree again?" Wan Yun widened his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and showed an expression of disbelief.