The Clear Radiance Sect worshiped the moon sincerely, and the Moon God was one of the most determined people. Hundreds of years of bitter cultivation was no small matter.
With great perseverance, he endured the Cold Heart Poison and cultivated the supreme Yuan Spirit Flowing Light Flying Sleeve, which carried a bone-chilling coldness in his sword intent.
The light of the full moon was like frost.
When this sword was displayed, it was like snow in June, as if it wanted to freeze the world!
"Master!"
Liang Ying covered her mouth and wept. She didn't know before, but now that she knew that the Moon God was poisoned by the Cold Heart Poison, with her knowledge of martial arts, how could she not guess? This was the Moon God using her own martial path to borrow the power of the Cold Heart Poison to increase the power of her sword move!
— — This method was shocking. Borrowing the power of the Cold Heart Poison, the Moon God's Yuan Spirit Flowing Light Flying Sleeve could increase the power, but the Cold Heart Poison's corrosion on the body would naturally be deeper.
— — This was clearly shortening her lifespan!
Thinking that her master was so resolute, Liang Ying's nose turned sour, and she couldn't help but cry.
Shen Zhenyi, however, smiled and praised.
"Heaven is strong, and a gentleman must constantly strive to improve himself. When ordinary people are injured and poisoned, they will only feel regret and their strength will be greatly reduced. Under the corrosion of the Cold Heart Poison, Sect Master Yue's mind is clear, and he can even borrow the power of the strange poisons in the world. This temperament is even more praiseworthy than your luck. "
Previously, when the Moon God was able to comprehend the Yuan Spirit Flowing Light Flying Sleeve with many changes, Shen Zhenyi already had a high opinion of him. Now that he saw that the Moon God was able to improve, he praised him even more.
However, even though he was in awe, he still didn't pay any attention to the sword light that blotted out the sky.
Shen Zhenyi stood in place and did not move.
The sword light was like snow, flying around him, but it only blew his hair.
The Moon God's pupils shrank, and he said bitterly, "Third Young Master Shen, you are not dodging, are you not afraid of death?"
This sword move was actually beyond his limits. He could release it but not withdraw it, and even he couldn't block it.
Even if the opponent was also a fourth level True God, facing this all-devouring sword move, he could only retreat.
The Moon Goddess was determined to win this battle, but she didn't want to kill Shen Zhenyi, so she spoke up to remind him.
"It's alright."
Shen Zhenyi responded indifferently. In an instant, his body was completely enveloped by the Moon Goddess's sword light. His clothes fluttered in the wind like cotton fluttering in the wind.
His figure was like lightning as he hurried forward. In an instant, he pointed out seven fingers.
Chi! Chi!
The onlookers only saw Shen Zhenyi's figure flash, and then they saw the Moon God's body stiffen. Brilliant light spots appeared on his forehead, chest, and lower abdomen at the same time. His entire body froze. Purple smoke gushed out from his head and turned into a column of smoke that shot straight into the sky!
"Sect Master!"
The disciples and elders of the Qinghui Sect cried out in alarm. They had yet to see what was going on. As the two of them clashed, the Moon Goddess froze in place, unable to move. Shen Zhenyi smiled and retracted his hands.
Could it be that the outcome of the battle was decided in one move?
How was this possible?
The people of the Moon God Sect thought it was ridiculous.
On the other hand, Cynanchum Chinense and the others of the Abandoned Sword Villa felt that it was only natural.
Instead, it was their Master who actually made a move. This was a little strange!
"This Moon Goddess is really quite capable! I thought Master would end the battle with a stare again. "
"After all, he's a fourth-level True God! He's at least a mid-level True God. Master should be a little more serious. "
Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long whispered to each other. Shen Zhenyi had already retreated and quietly returned to his original position.
Only the Moon Goddess was still standing in the field like a wooden chicken.
Both Mister Guo and Zou Yuelong were stunned.
It ended just like that?
That's impossible.
Even if the Moon Goddess was injured, she shouldn't have been defeated in one move.
Just what had happened in that split second?
Mister Guo looked at Zou Yuelong in shock. After all, their cultivation levels were similar. Could it be that neither of them saw how Shen Zhenyi defeated the Moon Goddess?
Zou Yuelong was indifferent.
He was still playing with his grasshopper. He thought about it and understood. If Shen Zhenyi could teach him such a brilliant sword technique, then his level was naturally higher than Zou Yuelong's. Naturally, his level was higher than the Moon Goddess'.
Shen Zhenyi won. What was there to be surprised about?
It was fine if he couldn't see it clearly. Anyway, Zou Yuelong couldn't see through the grasshopper technique. What was so strange about that?
However, it seemed like it was time to announce the winner.
Zou Yuelong raised his head and looked at the stunned Moon Goddess. He was about to ask when he saw the excited expression on the Moon Goddess's face turn serious. She cupped her hands and bowed to Shen Zhenyi.
"Thank you, Third Young Master Shen. Third Young Master Shen is kind and righteous. Your sword technique is invincible. I admit defeat. I'm so grateful!"
What?
Teacher Guo's mouth fell open. He didn't have his usual elegant demeanor. He was dumbfounded and didn't know what had happened.
It was one thing for Shen Zhenyi to defeat the Moon Goddess in one move, but there had to be an accident, right?
But the Moon Goddess lost and was "so grateful"? What the hell was this?
"Master! Are you okay!? "
Liang Ying threw herself into the Moon Goddess's arms and worriedly stroked his arm. She was afraid that he had been seriously injured in the battle just now. They had a deep relationship, so Liang Ying didn't care about the Moon Goddess admitting defeat or the Clear Radiance Sect's crushing defeat. She only wanted to know if he was injured.
"Silly child."
The Moon Goddess smiled seriously and patted Liang Ying's back, indicating for her to let go. Then she explained, "Not only is Master fine, he's very well."
He paused and turned to look at Shen Zhenyi. His face was full of gratitude, but there was also an indescribable feeling.
"Just now, the Third Young Master Shen used the Supreme Living Sword Technique to open all the acupoints in my body. He opened all my meridians and used a profound technique to force the Cold Heart Poison out of my body!"
"What?"
This time, the cries of surprise were even louder.
— — How is that possible?
The Cold Heart Poison couldn't be detoxified. This was deeply ingrained in people's hearts.
Even if Shen Zhenyi had a way to detoxify it, how could he force the poison out of his opponent's body without the Moon Goddess's help?
What kind of miraculous method was this?
He could force the Moon Goddess to save her, which meant that in that instant, Shen Zhenyi could have killed the Moon Goddess countless times!
Even Zou Yuelong, who had always thought that Shen Zhenyi was amazing, was dumbfounded.
"This brat … how strong is his cultivation?"
He secretly sneered in his heart. He thought that this time, the Great Heavenly King Luo had kicked an iron plate. When Shen Zhenyi openly stepped into the inner city with the Abandoned Sword Villa, the once all-powerful Great Heavenly King Luo would probably not be able to sleep well.
"Alright, since the Clear Radiance Sect has lost two rounds in a row, Abandoned Sword Villa has won this competition."
Zou Yuelong stepped forward and announced the result with a sneaky smile.
"Many thanks to the Clear Radiance Sect for participating in the competition. You can go back now."
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