Back in the arena, the Divine Firmament Sect's Fang Yun, who had been filled with confidence that he could fight Ling Yu to a draw or even defeat him, suddenly stopped.
His expression was extremely unsightly. Twenty moves had passed, and he was completely in a passive position.
The space for Xiao Chen to move around became smaller and smaller. Every time he attacked, he felt restricted. He could not bring out his aura at all.
His attacks were suppressed, and his strength was being suppressed more and more.
This was a friendly spar. Although the battle was quite intense, it was not a true battle to the death.
Some life-saving killer moves definitely could not be used. Even if you had them, others also had them. If they used life-saving killer moves together, the consequences would be unpredictable.
After returning to the sect, they would definitely be punished. This was an unwritten rule of the Greeting of Swords' Edges.
If Ling Yu could not use his trump card, he would not be able to turn the situation around. The enraged Ling Yu calmly did not give Fang Yun any chance.
After another ten moves, Fang Yun, who had been struggling for a long time, could no longer hold on.
Ling Yu revealed a rather large opening, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He did not hesitate to attack decisively.
The true intent of the Cloudshattering Heavenly Star Fist was unleashed, causing starlight to descend on the stage, clearing away all the clouds surrounding the stage.
Everyone clearly saw Ling Yu send the Divine Firmament Sect's Fang Yun flying with one punch, unable to retaliate at all.
"Alright!"
The Purple Flame Sect disciples immediately cheered. No one expected Ling Yu to win so easily.
"Junior Brother Ling, your strength has improved so much in just a few days."
The disciple with the surname Lu, who was defeated earlier, was slightly startled, before a hint of joy appeared on his face.
Ling Yu was naturally happy that Ling Yu had such strength.
The petite woman with the family name Bai said, "Perhaps Little Martial Uncle might not lose to that Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu."
"Even if he can't win, he can still fight to a draw."
"Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu … I wonder how far his Purple Thunder Seven Strikes has progressed."
At the mention of the Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu, the Purple Flame Sect disciples all revealed dejected expressions.
Ling Yu was the future star of the Purple Flame Sect. Not only did he have great talent and a powerful bloodline, but he also had Ye Zifeng as his master. He was also willing to work hard, and at such a young age, he became the number one core disciple.
Many people felt that with Xiao Chen around, the Purple Flame Sect would be able to suppress the Divine Firmament Sect in the future.
However, no one expected that Feng Yu of the Divine Firmament Gate was a nobody before he turned eighteen. The moment he appeared, he kicked up a strong wind in the entire Black Cave Mountain.
He was like an existence born to restrain Ling Yu. Ever since he appeared, he instantly overshadowed Ling Yu's limelight in the Black Cave Mountain.
Under his lead, the Divine Firmament Sect's core disciples repeatedly came to the Purple Flame Sect's Greeting of Swords' Edges to mock and humiliate them.
It was rumored that his master was the Thunder Blade Xiang Tian. He started practicing the saber at the age of six and comprehended saber intent at the age of eight. Later, he was taken in as the Thunder Blade Xiang Tian's last disciple.
It was only two years ago that he began to show his talent.
He had been a nobody for eighteen years. As soon as he made his debut, he showed off his abilities, displaying the domineering aura of all the outstanding talents of the Black Cave Mountain's younger generation.
He obtained the title of Little Thunder Saber.
Like Ye Zifeng, the Thunder Saber Xiang Tian was one of the Grave Sea's Ten Great Bladesmen.
Like Ye Zifeng, Thunder Saber Xiang Tian was also a Supreme Elder of the Divine Firmament Sect.
Aside from his shocking talent in the Saber Dao, his comprehension of the Thunder Dao was equally shocking.
Most importantly, he had also perfectly fused the two and reached the realm of controlling lightning with his saber.
In the past, no matter how much Ling Yu improved, he would eventually lose to the other party.
However, Ling Yu easily defeated Fang Yun this time, allowing the Purple Flame Sect's core disciples to see a trace of hope.
"Senior brother, I'm sorry."
Fang Yun said in a low voice before the Little Thunder Saber, feeling somewhat guilty after his defeat.
Feng Yu fell into deep thoughts and shook his head, "It's my fault. I underestimated his room for improvement. I shouldn't have reminded you. You've already lost in terms of aura, and you've underestimated his improvement in strength. "
"If you didn't know anything from the start, you wouldn't have lost so miserably just because of your bravery. If I gave you another chance, you wouldn't have lost so miserably. It's not that you're weak, don't think too much about it. "
A glint flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. This Little Thunder Saber was truly extraordinary.
Ling Yu showed rage on his face as he said, "Feng Yu, it's your turn."
"There's no rush. No matter how much you improve, you will always be surpassed by me."
Feng Yu let out a long laugh. His figure flashed, and he landed on the arena.
Boom!
In an instant, the sky darkened. Endless thunderclouds gathered above the arena from all directions.
Thunder rumbled and the sky darkened. Bolts of lightning streaked across the sky, and the weather within a radius of a hundred miles changed.
"Will of thunder!"
"He actually comprehended the will of thunder!"
Everyone was shocked. Feng Yu was only twenty-one years old, and he actually comprehended the will of thunder.
The moment Xiao Chen appeared, he shocked everyone. No one had expected that he had already comprehended the will of thunder.
"Ling Yu, if you can receive three moves from me, it will be considered your win. I will personally expel the lightning from your senior brothers and sisters' bodies. "
Feng Yu had a calm expression as he held his saber.
Nine moves?
Ling Yu's expression changed slightly. Only nine moves? This Feng Yu is really underestimating me.
"After these three moves, I will not return to the Purple Flame Sect for three years."
Feng Yu's expression did not change as he continued.
The moment Feng Yu said that, the crowd burst into an uproar. In the past few years, every time Feng Yu led a team to the Greeting of Swords' Edges, it was torture for the Purple Flame Sect disciples.
Now, Feng Yu actually decided not to come again.
A cold smile appeared on Xiao Chen's face. This fellow was really scheming.
The Fiendish Demon Battlefield would open two months from now. All Xiao Chen needed to do was severely injure Ling Yu in nine moves. If he prevented Ling Yu from entering the Fiendish Demon Battlefield, he would miss out on a great opportunity.
He would lose the chance to catch up to the Little Thunder Saber Feng Yu. That way, there would be no need to come to the Purple Flame Sect every few months to deal a blow to Ling Yu.
The many core disciples of the Purple Flame Sect felt somewhat nervous, not knowing how Ling Yu would answer.
On one hand, they wanted their martial uncle Ling Yu to agree to help them, the core disciples, gain some glory.
On the other hand, they feared that Feng Yu was up to something, feeling nervous.
"Alright, I agree."
Ling Yu's eyes flickered for a moment as he decisively made his decision. He did not believe that he could not receive three moves from the other party.
"One move!"
"Clang!"
A saber light flashed, and Feng Yu's scabbard flew into the air, turning into a flash of purple electric light as it shot towards Ling Yu.
In the sky, the heavy sound of thunder resounded. The sound of thunder shook the four directions!
Ling Yu's face sank, but he did not choose to retreat. He raised his hand and punched.
"Bang!"
The fist light clashed with the scabbard. Ling Yu's figure trembled, and he grunted as he took a few steps back. His aura immediately weakened significantly.
That scabbard actually attracted lightning in the surroundings. The energy it contained far surpassed Ling Yu's imagination.
"Two moves!"
Right after Ling Yu spoke, he saw Feng Yu press forward, his footwork turning illusory. With every step Feng Yu took, a bolt of lightning descended from the sky. As the electric light shone, Feng Yu's figure suddenly vanished, leaving only nine saber lights flickering endlessly.
Divine Firmament Nine Changes!
This greatly startled Ling Yu. He simply had not expected Feng Yu to have practiced a consummate technique of the Divine Firmament Sect that was extremely difficult to master.
All the Purple Flame Sect disciples at the Greeting of Swords' Edges were stunned.
"Oh no! Junior Brother is in danger!"
"Divine Firmament Nine Changes! He actually managed to practice the Divine Firmament Nine Changes!"
Only now did everyone startle awake. No wonder Feng Yu dared to say that he could defeat Ling Yu in three moves. It turned out that he had already practiced the Divine Firmament Nine Changes.
Feng Yu's figure vanished from the arena, and the nine saber lights pierced towards Ling Yu from different directions.
Each saber light drove countless bolts of lightning.
The entire sky turned dark. This Divine Firmament Nine Changes was not as simple as the saber light splitting into nine and disappearing.
The more horrifying thing was that each saber light drove lightning, materializing a boundless berserk mysterious phenomenon.
"What should I do? I can block six saber lights at most!"
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