Chen Ting was stunned. "Then … what's going on?"
Qing Buli took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "Yang Qingxuan's Martial Spirit is most likely beyond the Monarch Level!"
At this moment, everyone's expression changed.
The students didn't know what Martial Spirit Suppression was, but they knew how terrifying a Monarch Martial Spirit was. What did it mean to surpass a Monarch Martial Spirit?!
Ding Yuan was also a little absent-minded as he watched Yang Qingxuan approach Ye Mingchuan step by step with his greatsword.
In the distance, You Ye didn't hear the elders' conversation. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Wu Qiyue is nervous. It seems that Yang Qingxuan's move is very powerful. It might even be the key to victory."
Fu Zhuo looked at Wu Qiyue and then at Yang Qingxuan. He was stunned. "How … how is this possible? Why does Ye Mingchuan's Martial Spirit seem to be retreating? "
You Ye frowned and said, "I'm not sure either. Yang Qingxuan is filled with mystery and strangeness. Just open your eyes and see clearly!"
In a corner of the crowd, Wenwen and Jingjing held each other's hands and stood on their tiptoes to watch. Their hands were covered in cold sweat, which mixed together and became sticky.
Yang Qingxuan's eyes were as clear as water. Under the thunder, everything was empty. There were no distractions.
Only Wu Qiyue's words echoed in his mind.
"Martial Spirits are divided into four levels: Emperor, King, Monarch, and Mortal. In this world, there are some Martial Spirits that surpass the Emperor Level. They are called the Ultimate Martial Spirits."
"In the past thousand years, there have been ten Ultimate Martial Spirits that have been active in the Star Field. One of them is your Taixuan Sword Tomb."
"What is the Ultimate Martial Spirit? Anyone who has one can stop the wind and clouds with one palm, kill the universe with one finger, suppress mountains and rivers with one thought, and move mountains and seas with one move. "
"As long as you release one ten-thousandth of the martial intent of the Taixuan Sword Tomb, you will be able to crush Ye Mingchuan's Golden Jade Exterior. I will now teach you how to release the martial intent."
"Your perception is very good, but six hours is too short. But that martial intent pressure is more than enough. It's not something that trash can withstand."
During the three hours he spent with Wu Qiyue, he first took a pill to heal his injuries and directly broke through to the middle stage of the True Martial Realm.
As for the rest of the time, he would cultivate this method of releasing the pressure of a martial intent. After all, his cultivation was limited, and he could only release one ten-thousandth of the martial intent of the Taixuan Sword Tomb.
However, this was already enough!
In just a few steps, Yang Qingxuan arrived in front of Ye Mingchuan. He raised his sword and slashed down.
Ye Mingchuan was completely dumbfounded. He had no idea why his Martial Spirit had lost its effectiveness. He was at a loss as to what to do when the sword slashed down.
"Mingchuan! That is the suppression of a martial spirit. Your martial spirit has been suppressed. Don't just stand there. Your cultivation is still there. You are a True Martial Realm expert! "
Below the stage, Ye Tao heard the conversation between Qing Buli and the others. His heart was in turmoil. He naturally understood what it meant to have a martial spirit that surpassed the Monarch Rank. He began to regret making such a genius an enemy.
Just as he was struggling, he saw his son standing there stupidly. He couldn't help but shout.
Ye Mingchuan heard him and immediately came to his senses. He hurriedly poured his True Essence into his palm and slapped the sword, causing it to deviate.
"Bang!"
Both of them were shocked. Yang Qingxuan's sword had deviated, and Ye Mingchuan took advantage of the momentum to retreat and quickly escape.
Yang Qingxuan immediately chased after him and slashed wildly with his sword.
Although Ye Mingchuan's cultivation was at the True Martial Realm, his martial spirit had been suppressed. He didn't dare to take it head-on and could only dodge. In the end, he was forced into a corner by the sword momentum. He clenched his teeth and used his cultivation to perform a set of fist skills to hit the sword.
The fist light was not at a disadvantage against the sword Qi. Ye Mingchuan heaved a sigh of relief. He gradually stabilized himself and wasn't as embarrassed as before.
Below the stage, Lu Jiangpeng said angrily, "Ye Tao, you actually gave him advice. This kind of cheating has violated the rules. Ye Mingchuan should be judged to have lost and be executed directly!"
The rest of the people were also angry. If Ye Tao hadn't said anything, Ye Mingchuan would have been killed by Yang Qingxuan in his panic. Now that the situation had stabilized, they didn't know when the battle would end.
Ye Tao's face turned red. He knew that he was in the wrong, but he couldn't let his son die. He argued, "Hmph, I was just speaking. Didn't you all speak the whole time? Who knows if you were deliberately talking to give advice to Yang Qingxuan? "
Lu Jiangpeng was furious. He walked over and said coldly, "What did you say?"
Ye Tao's face changed. He quickly retreated and scolded, "I didn't break the rules. You can also give advice. No one said that you can't give advice outside the stage!"
Wu Qiyue suddenly said, "Yang Qingxuan, his palm technique is a combination of internal and external. It can be used for both offense and defense. However, the flaw is in his upper body. You can hit his Taiyuan acupoint."
Ye Mingchuan's face changed when he heard that. There was indeed a flaw in his fist skills, but ordinary people couldn't see it. How did this little girl know?
When he saw Yang Qingxuan's sword coming at him, he was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly withdrew his fist and protected his Taiyuan acupoint.
Who knew that the sword was a feint. The sword split in the air and stabbed directly at his right side.
Ye Mingchuan was shocked. He hurriedly dodged, but the sword was too fast. He couldn't completely avoid it. The sword Qi cut into his right arm, and a streak of bright red shot out.
Ye Mingchuan felt the pain and quickly retreated. He said angrily, "You … you were playing tricks …!"
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "You're the one who's too stupid. You're blaming others?"
Wu Qiyue also giggled and said, "You're indeed the man I like. Your IQ is really high. If you had hit his Taiyuan acupoint just now, I would have looked down on you."
After saying that, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. Her cheeks flushed red. She was so shy that the surrounding students were all stunned.
Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "Please continue."
"Okay."
Wu Qiyue calmed down and said, "You hurt his right shoulder. In his fist skills, the right side must be the weak point. Focus on the right side and hit his right shoulder."
"Okay!"
Yang Qingxuan raised his sword and stabbed at Ye Mingchuan's right shoulder as fast as lightning.
Ye Mingchuan was shocked and angry. He shouted, "Don't even think about playing tricks!" He attacked with his fist.
Yang Qingxuan's sword shook and split in the air. It split into dozens of afterimages and stabbed at Ye Mingchuan. He shouted, "This young master is going to stab your right shoulder!"
Ye Mingchuan's pupils shrank. He sneered and said, "You think I'll fall for it? Childish! " He crossed his hands in front of him and pushed them out from both sides. He actually protected his left and right shoulders.
"Whoosh!"
With a slap of the palm wind, the afterimages disappeared. Yang Qingxuan's sword didn't hit his right shoulder or left shoulder. Instead, it went straight for his lower body!
"Bang!"
Ye Mingchuan felt a chill in his lower body. He was scared out of his wits!
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