A beam of light flashed.
The two halves of Gao Danyun's corpse suddenly disappeared, and Gao Danyun, who had reverted to the appearance of a thin bamboo pole, reappeared on the battlefield. However, after he recovered, he was in a daze. His face was pale, and his eyes were dull.
After a long, long time, his seemingly stiff body subconsciously trembled. Beads of sweat poured out of his forehead and dripped down!
Until now, his mind and heart were still filled with that earth-shattering saber strike!
What a domineering and shocking slash it was!
It was an invincible and resolute slash that no one could resist!
That … that was an extreme feeling of death.
In the face of such a slash, he had no room to fight back!
The defeat was not in vain!
After a long time, Gao Danyun sighed in frustration and said, "I've lost …"
The moment he turned around, his calm demeanor vanished, and he staggered all the way back to his sect.
Hong Changtian's eyes were filled with confusion as he watched his Grand Uncle-Master walk toward him like an old man in his twilight years. His body was stiff and his mind was blank as he said in a trembling voice, "Grand … Grand Uncle-Master … This …"
Gao Danyun's face was pale. Shaking his head, he said in a low voice, "My opponent's strength is far stronger than mine … It's an absolute suppression. It has nothing to do with any plots or schemes other than absolute strength … Just his momentum alone is enough to make me completely unable to resist … I've lost this match, and I'm convinced of my defeat. I'll never forget it for the rest of my life."
Hong Changtian's eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with horror.
"The third match …" Huo Yunfeng's voice came from above.
His eyes shifted to Cangwu Union's side, and the other eight sects also shifted their attention to them at this moment.
The third match would be a life-and-death match for Cangwu Union.
They had lost the previous two matches, and if they lost this one, they would lose the Celestial Luck Banner.
Therefore, the decision was now on Cangwu Union's side. How to fight, who to send, whether to fight of formations or disciples, or to fight freely were all questions.
If they won, they would not only win the match, but also have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
If they lost, it would be a crushing defeat, beyond redemption.
Hong Changtian's lips trembled. It was obvious that he had lost his mind. In the first two battles, he had lost unexpectedly, especially in the second battle, where he had lost miserably. Now that the third battle was about to begin, Hong Changtian was at a loss, unable to make a decision.
Beside him, Gao Danyun's face was still pale, but his eyes were flickering as he said in a low voice, "Now that our sect is in a critical situation, we must win a match to regain our momentum, and only then are we qualified to talk about the future. Although we have lost two matches in a row, I've found something in these two matches … Shi Wuchen, whom the opponent sent for the first match, is strong, but he is obviously far from Luo Dajiang's level. The gap is huge, and they can't be mentioned in the same breath. However, for the Residence of Nine Supremes, this is a crucial opening match, yet they still pin their hopes on him. This almost shows that Shi Wuchen is the strongest fighting force in the Residence of Nine Supremes after Luo Dajiang."
Hong Changtian nodded slowly. According to common sense, this point was correct.
"Luo Dajiang is first, and Shi Wuchen is second … In other words, the cultivation base of the rest of the Residence of Nine Supremes is even lower than Shi Wuchen. This deduction is valid, isn't it? "
Hong Changtian nodded again.
"In fact, although Jiang Jingfei lost the first battle, he had been suppressing Shi Wuchen throughout the entire battle. Everyone can see this for themselves. He only lost to his opponent's scheming at the last moment. The outcome of the battle was only a matter of time, and Jiang Jingfei's true strength was superior."
"Yes, you can say that."
"Then, can we conclude that if Jiang Jingfei were to fight the others, he would definitely win?"
"Of course."
"But Jiang Jingfei has already fought, and he can't fight again … Fortunately, the contestants can't fight again. If Luo Dajiang fought again, we would have lost for sure! Changtian, your cultivation base is about the same as Jiang Jingfei's, and your moves may be slightly inferior, but your character is more stable than his … In the third battle that is about to begin, we need to win, and we need to be steady! We must win! We must win! "
"Changtian, why don't you propose a match of sect leaders?"
Gao Danyun said, "Their sect leader didn't fight in the first two matches, and you didn't fight on our side either! This match is basically a battle of life and death, so it's reasonable for the sect leaders of both sides to fight. "
After listening to Gao Danyun's words, Hong Changtian's extremely uneasy heart finally calmed down. After thinking about it for a while, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it made sense.
Logically speaking, the first match and the match of the number one expert should be a match where both sides had to show their full strength, especially the first match, which was a battle that Residence of Nine Supremes was determined to win. As the sect leader, if Yun Yang's cultivation base was stronger, how could he not fight?
Although Shi Wuchen had won, the hardships he had gone through were still vivid in his mind, and he could not bear to look back on it.
There was probably only one reason why he insisted on doing so: it was not that he did not want to fight, but … he was not strong enough, and the odds of winning would be even lower if he forced himself to fight!
Hong Changtian nodded, then stood up and said, "That's right. The third match is the key, and it's not suitable for anyone else to fight. Leader Yun, why don't you and I, as the leaders of our sects, have a match?"
Yun Yang coughed and said faintly, "No matter who fights, the result will be the same. Residence of Nine Supremes will definitely win, and the Celestial Luck Banner is already in the bag!"
Hong Changtian chuckled and extended his body, descending from the high platform like a cloud. His hands were clasped behind his back the entire time, and his face was filled with an amiable smile. "Then, please enlighten me, Master Yun. I am Hong Changtian, the leader of the Blue Parasol Sect!"
Yun Yang stood up, seeming to hesitate for a moment before he said, "Sect Leader Hong, if someone else were to fight this battle and you did not, even if you were to lose, you could still retain your dignity as a sect leader and stay. But, if you and I still lose after we fight, it will be a fatal blow to your disciples. Have you really thought about this, Sect Leader Hong? "
Hong Changtian smiled. "If we lose the third match, the Celestial Luck Banner is destined to leave Blue Parasol Sect. What confidence do we have then? What harm is there in keeping my dignity? "
But in his heart, he thought, 'Yun Yang is obviously afraid. Talking too much before the match, luring me to change my opponent or distracting me is not what an expert should do.'
Emboldened, he invited Yun Yang to fight again, "Please, Leader Yun!"
Yun Yang sighed and quietly flew into the arena.
On the high platform …
Huo Yunfeng was dumbfounded. "Are the people of Blue Parasol Sect crazy? The third match is the key one. Residence of Nine Supremes has just been established. Even if all the higher-ups are experts, their disciples can't be so strong. Judging by the number of disciples they have, there are only about a dozen of them, so it's only reasonable for them to send their disciples to fight and win the match. Why is the sect leader fighting in person? "
Ding Buke and You Buneng were also puzzled by this, and they could not figure it out.
As the founder of the sect, if his fighting strength was not strong enough, how could he have subdued experts like Luo Dajiang and Shi Wuchen? Was there something wrong with the head of Blue Parasol Sect's sect leader?
Was he seeking his own death by helping the sect leader to make a name for himself?
In the arena …
Hong Changtian reached out and drew his sword, his face still full of smiles. "Please."
With his hands empty, Yun Yang said faintly, "Sect Leader Hong, please go first."
Hong Changtian was no longer courteous. In fact, now was not the time to be courteous. His sect had lost two matches in a row, and no matter how calm he looked on the surface, his heart was already frying. He was only trying to maintain the demeanor of a sect leader and save face.
At this moment, without any hesitation, he thrust his sword across the sky. A mountain of swords emerged, followed by a sword light that surged like the waves of a sea.
"Thousand Waves of Mountains and Seas!"
Hong Changtian's first move was an ultimate move. He and his sword seemed to have become one, and a mighty sword light swept over.
On the opposite side was a mountain of swords and a sea of swords.
Yun Yang, dressed in a purple robe, stood where he was. In the face of the oncoming attack, he only raised his right hand gently and spread his fair palm. His movement was so relaxed and casual that everyone could see it clearly. Not only did this Supreme Yun intend to fight with his bare hands, but he also acted so casually and carelessly!
Isn't … isn't this a little too arrogant!?
Everyone stared at his hand eagerly. The moment his palm was opened to the extreme, it suddenly closed, and then there was a clang of a saber!
In between Yun Yang's fair palm, a saber appeared out of thin air.
It was a beautiful, oddly-shaped Spirit Slash shrouded in purple Qi!
As soon as the Spirit Slash was in his hand, Yun Yang did not hesitate. He rose from the ground, wielded the saber with his right hand, and put his left hand behind his back. Then, in a graceful posture, he swung the saber down in an unusually straight line!
The momentum of this strike was almost the same as Luo Dajiang's strike!
The only difference between the two was that Luo Dajiang was wielding his saber with both hands and leaping forward with an air of superiority. Yun Yang, on the other hand, was waiting for the enemy to come before him before he swung his saber, looking even more leisurely.
In terms of the prelude, the difference between the two strikes was huge. At the very least, Luo Dajiang's strike had a preemptive strike that would either succeed or die trying, while Yun Yang's strike seemed too casual and casual.
However, the results of these two slashes were the same, shockingly the same!
With a flash of saber light, Yun Yang turned around with his hands behind his back and returned to his original position.
Hong Changtian, on the other hand, maintained his posture of thrusting his sword and stood motionless.
With a soft crack, the sword in Hong Changtian's hand broke from the middle, and the two-and-a-half-foot blade fell to the ground.
Then, a thin bloodstain appeared on Hong Changtian's forehead. The bloodstain gradually expanded, covering his forehead in an instant. After a puff, blood spurted out from his hairline, and Hong Changtian's body was split into two with a crash.
Probably because the strike was too fast and too sharp, the two halves of his body were still standing for a while before they fell to the ground because they could not maintain their balance.
Yun Yang's casual and straight slash had split Hong Changtian's body into two just like Luo Dajiang's strike. Because the speed of the strike was so fast, Hong Changtian's body did not separate until Yun Yang had turned and walked hundreds of feet away.
By the time Hong Changtian's body had fallen to the ground, Yun Yang had already returned to his position. His eyes were as calm as before, his handsome face devoid of any expression.
The master of the Residence of Nine Supremes did not show any joy, as if everything that had happened was expected and within his control.
There was nothing to be surprised about.
On both sides!
All the people from the eight sects, including Huo Yunfeng and his two companions, were once again dumbfounded and speechless. Their mouths were agape, and they could not breathe for a long time.
Everyone's eyes were filled with disbelief.
One slash!
Another slash!
It was the end of another slash.
Luo Dajiang's slash was full of dominance and power, while Yun Yang's slash was effortless, as if it came from the back of his hand.
That kind of understatement, natural and smooth feeling could be said to be felt by everyone present.
Yun Yang's saber appeared in his hand as if it had appeared out of thin air, and then disappeared without a sound. The impact of the scene was even greater.
From beginning to end, this saber seemed to come from nowhere, and it also didn't know where it ended. Only a flash of saber light could be seen, and everything came to an end!
"The Residence of Nine Supremes wins the match of sect leaders!"
Huo Yunfeng's voice was hoarse and bitter.
'I've lost three matches in a row, and the match is over. My 120 supreme-grade spiritual jades … I've lost so easily …'
'This … This is too f * cking unreal!'
'Have I really done too many wicked things?'
'No way! It can't be! '
As the verdict was announced, Hong Changtian came back to life on the spot like the previous two people, but he stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time. His eyes were dull, and he looked like a walking corpse. Subconsciously, he took two steps forward, then suddenly burst into a howl and burst into tears.
The Celestial Luck Banner!
It was gone!
From now on, Cangwu Union no longer had the Celestial Luck Banner, and it no longer had the capital to be proud of itself. It had become an ordinary sect in the martial arts world. If they wanted to take back the Celestial Luck Banner …
Hong Changtian closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
…
"The Residence of Nine Supremes has won three matches in the lower-class Celestial Luck Banner challenge and is promoted to the ranks of the lower-class Celestial Luck Banner sects." Huo Yunfeng's voice was extremely hoarse, as if he had just eaten shit. "Congratulations to the Residence of Nine Supremes and Sect Leader Yun."
Everyone looked at Yun Yang with a complicated look in their eyes.
The same thought rose in the minds of everyone, 'The wolf is coming!'
The fighting strength of the Residence of Nine Supremes seemed to be too terrifying!
Hong Changtian returned to his seat in a daze as if he was sleepwalking. What greeted him was the dull and sorrowful eyes of everyone in the sect.
"We've lost …"
Hong Changtian took a deep breath.
"Let's go."
Since they had lost, there was no point in staying here except to suffer more humiliation.
"Sect Leader Hong, please wait!"
Yun Yang's voice came slowly.
"What else do you want to do?" Hong Changtian gritted his teeth. In the face of this young man who had killed the glory of Cangwu Union for a thousand years, he did not even want to pretend the most basic demeanor.
"We still have two matches to fight!"
Yun Yang said with a faint smile, "Don't we still have a match of formations and a match of disciples?"
As soon as he said that, the people from Thousand Mountains Sect, which ranked eighth, tensed up, their bodies stiffened.
Even the people from Illusory Sword Sect, which ranked seventh, shuddered.
They could not believe that the Residence of Nine Supremes was unwilling to give up and still wanted to win all the matches!
What did they want to do?
Their goal was obviously to take advantage of the bald lice on the head of the louse. It was obvious!
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