Chapter 485

Ying Juexiao said with satisfaction, "Good, Fellow Cultivator Shi is a straightforward man, just like a sword cultivator." Well, this guy really thought of himself as a sword cultivator. After that, he turned into a clear light and flew away, followed by Shi Xuan, Lou Yizhi, Gong Xujing, and Luo Banshan.

In the Emerald Valley.

After resting for a while, Jiang Nianqiao suddenly thought of a problem that had been bothering her for a long time, so she stood up to look for Martial Uncle Shi. But she couldn't find him, and only saw Tang Youqiu walking towards the yard. So she asked Tang Youqiu in confusion, "Senior Sister Tang, where is Martial Uncle Shi? Did he go out with that cultivator from the Guang Han Sect? "Jiang Nianqiao directly ignored Lou Yizhi. She was more like an ice sculpture than a living person.

Tang Youqiu smiled and said, "No, just now Luofu Sect's Star River Sword Ying Juexiao came to fight with Martial Uncle Shi, so they all went to the Luofu Sect's fighting stage."

"Ah, Senior Sister Tang, why didn't you tell me earlier?! I wanted to see Martial Uncle Shi's amazing power. "Jiang Nianqiao shouted excitedly and with a little bit of complaint.

Tang Youqiu smiled and said, "That's why I came to call you guys. Senior Brother Luo has already gone with them. "

"Yes, yes, thank you, Senior Sister Tang. I'll call them for you. "Jiang Nianqiao knew that she had wronged Tang Youqiu, so she hurriedly skipped back to the yard to call people. Tang Youqiu looked at Jiang Nianqiao's lively look and shook her head with a smile, as if recalling her youth.

Not long after, the excited group of disciples set off under the lead of a Luofu Sect odd-job worker.

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The Valley of Light Smoke was not far from the Emerald Valley. It got its name because it was covered by a light white mist all year round, and it was the biggest fighting stage of the Luofu Sect.

Because they did not expect that Ying Jueyao would challenge Shi Xuan overnight, the cultivators from the various sects who were watching the battle and most of the disciples of the Luofu Sect had already left. The scene was deserted. The remaining ten or so disciples were excited because they had watched their seniors fight and their hands were itching. After the others had left, they arranged an opponent and went up to the stage to have a duel.

"Good swordsmanship! Not bad! " The two disciples on the stage were sparring, while the disciples below the stage were shouting and commenting. At this time, someone noticed Ying Juexiao and hurriedly bowed and said, "Greetings, Martial Uncle Ying. Why are you here again? This person, could it be? "Towards the end of his sentence, his expression became excited.

Ying Juexiao nodded. "I'd like to have a duel with Sect Fellow Shi. If you're not in a hurry, you can stay and watch. Maybe you'll be inspired by my swordsmanship." Looking at Ying Juexiao's attitude towards the younger disciples, the atmosphere in the Luofu Sect should not be any worse than that of the Penglai Sect.

"Of course," the disciple said excitedly. The disciple said excitedly. Then, he turned around and shouted towards the dueling platform, "All of you, stop fighting. Martial Uncle Ying and Senior Shi are here!"

The two disciples on the stage immediately stopped and jumped down from the dueling platform. Together with their companions, they looked at Shi Ying and Shi Xuan with excitement and fanaticism. This caused Shi Xuan to sigh slightly. The disciples of the Luofu Sect really had a kind of pious heart when it came to swordsmanship. The only pity was that they were not from a sword sect.

"Senior Shi, please guide us in our swordsmanship." "Welcome, Senior Shi, to teach us swordsmanship," the disciples said in unison. Shi Xuan suddenly had an illusion. It would be perfect if they shouted, "Welcome, Senior Shi, to teach us!" and hung a red banner.

At this time, Jiang Nianqiao and the others had arrived. Except for Tang Youqiu, they were all panting. They must have been afraid of missing the swordsmanship competition. Then they came to the other side of the stage and looked at Shi Xuan and Ying Juexiao with excitement but less enthusiasm.

Seeing Shi Xuan stand on the stage, Ying Juexiao said solemnly, "Today, we will only compete with swordsmanship. Nothing else. Do you have any objections?"

"That's good." Shi Xuan said concisely. He had the demeanor of his master, Mo Yuan.

Ying Juexiao nodded. A sparkling starlight flew out from his Dantian. "This is I's natal flying sword, Misty Star Sword. It has reached the peak of the Eighth Celestial Layer."

Shi Xuan pointed his finger. A blue lightning suddenly appeared and hovered around him. "Heavenly Thunder Demon Sword, a spiritual weapon."

The disciples of the Luofu Sect were in an uproar. Someone said, "It's not a natal flying sword? Is he looking down on Senior Ying? "

"It shouldn't be. The power of a spiritual weapon flying sword in the Divine Soul Stage is about the same as Senior Ying's natal flying sword." Someone argued.

"Unless his natal flying sword is not a flying sword!"

"Damn it! The number one swordsman below the Jindan Stage? It's a blasphemy against swordsmanship. He doesn't even choose a flying sword as his natal flying sword. He's just a deceiving swordsman. "

"Yes, yes, yes. Senior Ying, you must defeat him! Let him know what a pure swordsmanship is! "

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On the other side, Jiang Nianqiao and the others looked at each other with embarrassed expressions. They couldn't understand why it was such a big sin to not choose a flying sword as his natal flying sword. Looking at the expressions and tone of the people from the Luofu Sect, it seemed like they were serious?!

Ying Juexiao, who was on the stage, was also slightly surprised. Then, he suppressed his dissatisfaction and became calm again. "Fellow Shi, use your sword."

Shi Xuan understood that Ying Juexiao was acting according to his identity as the master. He didn't stand on ceremony. The sword light of the Heavenly Thunder Demon Sword spread out and flew toward Ying Juexiao at an extremely fast speed.

Ying Juexiao's Misty Star Sword drew a beautiful trajectory in the air, and blocked the green sword light at an equally fast speed. After that, the two flying swords clashed frequently in the air, producing dense and crisp clanging sounds, and leaving behind streaks of green and starry afterimages. The disciples who were listening felt dizzy, and they could only watch in a blur. They didn't expect that just the collision of the flying swords would make them feel so uncomfortable.

"Fellow Shi and Fellow Ying have indeed mastered the Sword Qi Thunderous Sound. However, under such circumstances, the two of them can't use speed to fight slow speed and take the initiative. In the end, they still have to compete in swordsmanship." As a senior, Gong Xujing explained to the disciples of Penglai.

"But Senior Gong, we can only see countless green lights and starlight, like fireworks on the stage. We can't see the changes of the flying swords at all." Jiang Nianqiao said with a bitter expression. Ren Shuiyao and the others also nodded with the same expression.

Gong Xujing laughed and scolded, "If you can see the changes of their flying swords clearly, then all the years of swordsmanship you've practiced would have been a waste. However, it doesn't matter, the battle stage should have the ability to slow it down." As expected, a disciple of the Luofu Sect walked to the side of the battle stage and made some unknown hand sign. A water screen rose from the side of the battle stage, and on it, Shi Xuan and Ying Juexiao were also fighting. However, the speed was much slower, so the disciples didn't have to watch it dizzily and were all extremely focused.

After a storm of offense and defense, Ying Juexiao was the first to change. The sparkling and translucent starlight changed, and the sword light attacked Shi Xuan unceasingly like a misty drizzle. Meanwhile, the battle stage was enveloped in waves of illusory beautiful music and singing, which was extremely disturbing. It was the sword technique of the Misty Song Formula, "Misty Drizzle".

Shi Xuan's Heaven Thunder Demon Sword flicked, and a loud thunder sounded, shattering the misty singing. At the same time, a huge lightning pillar descended from the sky, covering the entire area in front of Shi Xuan. The lightning landed on the ground, and the drizzle swirled, creating a beautiful scene.

Ying Juexiao saw that he couldn't gain any advantage, so he brandished the Misty Stars Sword, and a condensed starry sky seemed to appear within a radius of several hundred feet. The flying sword drew out mysterious marks, bringing with it waves of misty celestial music. In the blink of an eye, the stars were linked together, and the starlight covered the sky and earth as it attacked Shi Xuan.

At this moment, thick green heavenly lightning descended from the sky one after another, striking directly under the starry sky. These heavenly lightning were stronger than the previous one, and the entire battle stage was enveloped in the green lightning. Within the green lightning, the rolling thunder balls were dots of stars, giving off misty starlight. This light covered up the figures of Shi Xuan and Ying Juexiao.

The disciple on the stage was a few beats slower, and only now did he sigh and say, "I didn't expect the sword technique to be so beautiful when it is executed. The lightning and the drizzle complemented each other so beautifully. This Shi Xuan isn't someone with an undeserved reputation. "

"Hmph, Uncle-Master Ying's sword technique is exquisite, and he has the upper hand. Shi Xuan can only passively defend, and is no match for him at all. It seems that Uncle-Master Ying didn't use his full strength when he fought Uncle-Master Hu in the afternoon."

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"Good, this is Uncle-Master Ying's' Misty Stars', which he combined with the 'Misty Song Technique' and the 'Stars Sword Technique'. Its power is indeed boundless."

The corner of Jiang Nianqiao's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this. This Senior Ying Juexiao's naming sense was really not that good. Because he practiced the 'Misty Song Technique' and the 'Stars Sword Technique', his natal flying sword was called the Misty Stars Sword, and his sword technique was called the 'Misty Stars' … "Wow, Uncle-Master Shi's lightning is so fierce." Before she could finish criticizing him, she started to sigh at Shi Xuan's heavenly lightning punishment. Beside her, Ren Shuiyao's eyes lit up, and she couldn't control herself. Li Bingnan and the others were less fanatical, but more excited. Perhaps when they reached the Qi Gatherer Stage, they would subconsciously choose the flying sword as their natal flying artifact.

The Luofu Sect disciple who was just bragging was also stunned by this dream-like scene. Moreover, it seemed that Shi Xuan, who was not devoted to the flying sword, had the upper hand.

On the battle arena, the azure lightning and the sky full of stars disappeared without a trace. The Misty Stars Sword had already returned to Ying Juexiao's hand. He bent his finger and flicked the flying sword. Immediately, a clear and melodious sound of killing rang out, shocking the soul. Moreover, as he flicked the sword, the flying sword transformed into a sparkling and translucent starlight that soared into the sky. When it reached midair, it transformed into countless streaks of starlight that fell towards Shi Xuan like fireworks. This was the killing technique of the 'Misty Song Technique', "Flick Sword Wild Song".

Shi Xuan pointed the Heavenly Thunder Demon Sword, and the countless stars dragged their comet-like tails as they flew towards the starlight, creating countless flashes of light in the sky.

Suddenly, the clear and melodious sound of killing rang out again. Because the Big Dipper Shows the Way had been constantly circulating, Shi Xuan's mind focused at this moment, and he directly recalled the Heavenly Thunder Demon Sword. He slashed at the empty space beside him, and it seemed like he was doing something inexplicable.

However, when the azure lightning reached there, it seemed to collide with something, and a clear and melodious sound rang out. Then, a sparkling and translucent starlight fell out of the figure, and at this moment, the countless stars in midair disappeared without a trace.