Of course, changing moves wasn't Yan Li's unique skill.
Qin Yiqiu knew that Yan Li had found an opening and copied the Green Lotus First Style without any mistakes. Moreover, because his cultivation level was much higher than Yan Li's, if his attack was absorbed by his opponent, it would be enough to threaten his life.
His reaction was fast. In the instant before they clashed, he shook his wrist, causing his sword to deviate from its original path. After all, the Leaving Cliff was not a shield. As long as he didn't touch it, his opponent wouldn't be able to use it even if he had a skill.
If it could be absorbed through the air, then it wouldn't be a sword technique, but a demonic technique.
Therefore, in that instant, the two of them crossed each other, but neither of them caused any harm to the other.
Yan Li landed quickly, causing the air to be pushed away visibly, forming a circular ripple that spread in all directions.
However, before he could stabilize himself, Qin Yiqiu used some unknown method in mid-air and circled around like an eagle. The sword in his hand slashed down at lightning speed. The Green Lotus Force on the sword was about to be released, creating an arc of green lotus light in the air.
Yan Li's body swayed slightly. Without thinking, he suddenly pulled out his sword and turned around.
He couldn't use the Sword Concealment Formula to block this attack. If he didn't pull out his sword, he wouldn't be able to block it in time. Once the sword was unsheathed, the external force absorbed would be greatly reduced. If he couldn't block it, this attack would kill him.
His instinctive reaction was correct!
Clang!
This turn around slash wasn't very exquisite, but it blocked Qin Yiqiu's sword perfectly. Following the intense sound of metal clashing, sparks flew.
Even though he blocked it, Yan Li's face was still pale.
Qin Yiqiu was a second-grade martial artist three years ago. Even if he wasn't a first-grade martial artist now, he wasn't far from it. How could his full-force attack be blocked so easily?
The immense force caused blood to spurt out from the injured part of Yan Li's thumb and forefinger. The Qi and blood in his body surged, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Finally, he couldn't block it anymore, and his entire body slid backward rapidly.
It sounded complicated, but it was actually just a short moment.
Sparks flew as the two sides clashed. Yan Li spat out blood and slid backward.
He slid to the edge of the arena and stopped at the area where only half of his foot was left. If he fell off the stage, the victor would be revealed.
Yan Li stopped abruptly at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena. In the eyes of everyone, this was just a last-ditch struggle. However, they did not say anything, because if they were in Yan Li's place, they would probably fall off the Martial Arts Arena. In this way, it was not that they did not work hard enough, nor did they need to admit defeat to survive. Falling off the Martial Arts Arena was something that could not be helped. Perhaps, they could even receive an evaluation of "Although defeated, it was still honorable".
However, Yan Li did not do that. He stood at the edge of the field with only half a foot left. Expressionlessly, he straightened his back. He was facing a strong opponent that he could never defeat. From his back, it could be seen that his conviction to win was not shaken at all.
"At this stage, you still think you have a chance to win?" Zhao Bingren coldly sneered, "Don't joke around. With your aptitude, you won't be a match for the Young Master even if you cultivate for another hundred years."
Shi Gandang said in a low, muffled voice, "Isn't that nonsense? He has cultivated for another hundred years, and the Young Master has naturally cultivated for another hundred years. He is definitely not a match for the Young Master. Even if he had cultivated for another hundred years, he would still not be a match for the Young Master. "
"Hey, when did your brain become so smart?" Zhao Bingren praised him in surprise.
"As a martial artist, you can't even defeat a Level Four warrior after such a long time. What a joke." On the side of the Academy, Ma Guanshan did not want to be outdone and ridiculed, "If the people trained by the Grand Military Academy are all this useless, I think there is no need to fight this war. I can defeat all of you with one hand."
"Oh my, General Ma is really powerful. Unfortunately, the war in Bingzhou is all under the command of Wang Ba. As a General Ma of Rong City, no matter how long your hands are, you can't reach Bingzhou. I'm afraid that your words there are like a fart. If you have the ability, defeat Wang Ba first, and then come and deal with us. Hehehe."
The fight on the arena was fierce, but it was not peaceful off the stage either. People were mocking each other, and the atmosphere was full of gunpowder.
Of course, the duel was far from over. The two people on the arena did not care about how the people off the stage were arguing. Their minds were locked on each other.
Qin Yiqiu put away his sword as soon as he landed. He flipped his left palm, and an orange bead appeared and covered his right arm. The bead sank into his right arm, and the sound of cloth ripping was heard. His right arm suddenly bulged with muscles that were as hard as steel, and his sleeves were torn apart.
A huge amount of Primordial Qi surged out of his body. He growled and smashed his mutated right arm heavily on the ground.
Boom!
First, a loud explosion exploded in Yan Li's eardrums. The explosion made him dizzy. When he finally focused his eyes, he saw the bluestone floor in front of Qin Yiqiu was lifted by a huge force. It was as if a huge wave had been raised by the sea and was crashing toward him from all directions.
The entire arena was within its range. Qin Yiqiu had calculated this attack well. He did not give Yan Li any chance to breathe, and there were no blind spots for him to dodge.
Either he jumped off the stage and admitted defeat, or he would be pushed off the stage by this huge wave. There was no third option.
However, Yan Li was not one to admit defeat.
He dashed forward a few steps to prevent himself from falling off the arena.
"Brother Yan, you can't!" Qin Yiqiu was shocked. He did not expect Yan Li to resist even at this stage.
However, it was too late. In just a few steps, the huge wave had already crashed into Yan Li. Countless rocks rained down on him.
Amidst the screams of the crowd, Yan Li covered his face with his hands. He looked like a traveler in the desert who was going through a sandstorm.
However, everything had its limits. Qin Yiqiu's simple-looking Earth Hammer actually contained a terrifying fist force. That orange-orange bead just now was also one of the ancestral spirits.
The huge wave was no ordinary wave. Yan Li noticed it the moment he dove in. The closer he got to the core, the stronger the tearing force. He suspected that he would be torn into pieces before he could make it through the storm.
A rock the size of a bowl suddenly cut through Yan Li's forehead. Fresh blood blurred his vision.
It was not just his forehead. The lightning-fast rocks became sharp weapons that cut through anything that dared to stand in their way. Very quickly, Yan Li was covered in blood.
"Brother Yan, this is not like you." Qin Yiqiu shook his head. "Is the Academy's victory really that important?"
"I promised her that I would defeat you … although peace is not that easy to obtain …"
Yan Li was no stranger to the state of consciousness and disillusionment. This was because he often walked on the edge of life and death.
"Hehehe, but peace is not that easy to obtain …"
The ghost in his heart seemed to have jumped out again. He used a sarcastic tone, and his voice was extremely hoarse.
Voice?
That's right. How could I forget? Everything is silent. It lives because of the heart. This is the heart of the sword.
The rocks, the sand, the bricks, the storm, and even the dharma itself all had their own voice.
The heart of the sword, the state of the sword that he had been unable to achieve a second time finally came at this critical moment.
Then, the world fell into complete darkness.
In the darkness, countless threads extended in all directions. They interweaved into flying rocks, sand, bricks, and storms. The world was reconstructed in front of his eyes. What kind of experience was this?
Yan Li was speechless. He took a step forward. The sword gleam flashed. He took another step and flashed again. He took another step and flashed again …
He only took a total of four steps. The first three steps had cut the huge wave-like storm into countless pieces.
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