Du — —
The crisp sound stopped, and Nangong Ying finally opened his mouth, "Everyone, from now on, Chu Yang will be a core disciple of our martial courtyard. Everyone should treat him with caution."
His words were neither salty nor light, but every deacon understood what he meant. This was a warning, a warning from Nangong Ying.
He was warning Zhao Clan!
Hu!
The tense atmosphere instantly disappeared, and the deacons heaved a sigh of relief. If they were to shed all pretense of cordiality, it would be a fierce battle, and they all knew what this meant. Perhaps, many of them would lose their lives.
As for Zhao Clan and Coiling Dragon Martial Courtyard, it was hard to say who would win in the end.
Zhao Du's tense heartstrings suddenly loosened. So what if their Zhao Clan won against the entire Coiling Dragon Martial Courtyard? Behind the Coiling Dragon Martial Courtyard was a colossus, the Five Elements Sect.
Dou Antai was already paralyzed in his chair. If Nangong Ying had decided to make things difficult for Zhao Clan, the first one to die would have been him.
Chu Yunlong didn't say anything, but the killing intent in his heart couldn't be restrained. He should have killed Dou Antai earlier. No father would let go of such an enemy for plotting to kill his son.
"Trash, I was looking forward to it in vain!"
Li Yu closed his eyes and opened his mouth, making everyone's mouth twitch. Only he dared to call Nangong Ying a trash.
"Well, let me see if Elder Li is a trash, and if the little sheep he spoke of is really that amazing."
Nangong Ying made the final decision. The matter was settled like this. In an instant, the gazes of the deacons couldn't help but turn towards the arena. They also wanted to know if Chu Yang was really that amazing.
Chu Yang and Ji Jingcheng naturally didn't know what was going on in the upper echelons of the Coiling Dragon Martial Courtyard.
Ji Jingcheng had a sword martial spirit and was famous for his sword skills in the Coiling Dragon Martial Courtyard. His cultivation was very good, reaching the peak of Houtian seventh stage and could reach Houtian eighth stage anytime. He was already considered a core disciple.
"You probably won't be too disappointed."
After Ji Jingcheng's challenge, the sword martial spirit in Chu Yang's consciousness became extremely active, and his battle intent soared at this moment.
Chu Yang had a feeling that the battle with Ji Jingcheng would make a huge breakthrough in his swordsmanship.
With a clang, Chu Yang took out a sword from his storage ring and pulled it out!
The blade of the three-foot cyan-steel sword glowed with a cold light. It was a very ordinary sword, but in the eyes of the crowd, it was so different. They felt that at this moment, Chu Yang was like an unsheathed sword, revealing its sharpness.
Ji Jingcheng's pupils shrank. At that moment, his Sword Spirit started to tremble as if it was facing a great enemy. Such a situation had never happened before.
Clang!
Ji Jingcheng also pulled out his own sword. It was also three feet long, and its entire body was as white as jade. Wisps of cold air were emitted from it, and when the sun shone on it, it shone with a dazzling cold light.
His sword was obviously a treasured sword. It was much better than Chu Yang's.
Martial techniques in the Primitive Martial Realm were divided into low, middle, and high grades. Weapons in the Primitive Martial Realm were also divided into high, middle, and low grades. This was a high-grade treasure sword.
"I don't think I'm bullying others with my sword!"
Ji Jingcheng's words shocked everyone. He completely regarded Chu Yang as an extremely powerful opponent, and would not let go of any advantage.
Below the stage, the disciples of the Martial Arts Institute could not help but widen their eyes. This was the first time Chu Yang had pulled out his sword. Even when facing the Punishment Deacon, Dou Antai, he did not pull out his sword.
As for how good Chu Yang's swordsmanship was, they could tell from Ji Jingcheng's attitude. However, no one could imagine how amazing it was. Their minds were filled with images of Chu Yang using a mere Wave Parting Palm to instantly kill his opponent.
Sword out!
Chu Yang moved.
Ji Jingcheng also moved.
The two swords clashed and lightly touched.
The aura suddenly changed, and the spectators below the stage suddenly felt the air become suffocating. Their souls were oppressed to the point that they could not breathe. They were completely intimidated by the aura and sharp sword Qi of the two people.
Shua!
Ji Jingcheng let out a long whistle, and took the initiative to attack. His sword moved like a nimble snake, leaving no trace. It was as if every direction was possible. The sword light enveloped Chu Yang's face, throat, chest, and many other vital points.
With a hissing sound, the sword was like a huge snake, but also like a shooting arrow, splitting the air. Especially when he was exerting his strength, the tendons on his body were also like bowstrings, making weng weng sounds.
This sword, what the disciples of the Martial Arts Institute saw was not a sword, but hundreds of archers shooting at the same time, and arrows piercing the heart.
"Good!"
Chu Yang could not help but praise. When the sword pierced over, he suddenly felt an iron-blooded aura. It was as if the iron hooves of an army were trampling over. Wherever they went, heads would roll, and they did not fear life or death.
"Go to the spring terrace to recruit old subordinates, banners and banners will slay the King of Hell!"
Such a poem could not help but appear in Chu Yang's mind, and it amazed him.
A good opponent was hard to come by.
Only with a good opponent could one continue to improve and stimulate one's potential.
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