Fast Sword and Sword Intent
In his eyes, Yang Jie was an expert swordsman. His sword never left his body, and there was a thick layer of calluses on his palms. This was something that only swordsmen who used swords for years would have.
Moreover, he had some understanding of Yang Jie.
In the Lightning Peak, the Yang brothers were known as the combination of sword and saber.
Yang Fan was good with the saber, while Yang Jie was good with the sword. Yang Jie's sword was known as the fast sword.
In the world of martial arts, only speed was unbeatable.
When one's speed reached a certain level, even a piece of paper could pierce through a mountain.
Yang Jie's fast sword was said to be unstoppable.
Fast sword versus sword intent, this battle was destined to be spectacular.
Yang Jie's strength was clear for all to see. As for Mo Yang, although he hadn't used his sword much since the start of the battle, once he used his sword, victory was guaranteed.
Two genius swordsmen, who would win the battle?
"Hehe … Genius who comprehended peak sword intent, I really want to know if your sword is better or my fast sword is better."
"I want to know too!"
Yang Jie smiled again and said, "I just praised you a little and you took it seriously. Ever since I, Yang Jie, started practicing the sword, no one has been able to surpass me on the path of the sword."
"That's because you haven't met me yet!"
Shing shing …
As soon as the words were spoken, two shing sounds could be heard. The sword was drawn, and the person moved!
The sword in Yang Jie's hand was only two fingers wide, but as soon as he stepped onto the stage, the longsword emitted a ray of sword light. Just by drawing the sword, the speed was so fast that it was impossible to see clearly.
At the same time, Moyang withdrew all his emotions and held the Green Dragon Sword in his hand.
This battle was the most difficult battle he had faced so far. Yang Jie couldn't be underestimated.
However, he wasn't someone to be trifled with either.
"Yang Fan, in your opinion, would Yang Jie be able to defeat Mo Yang?" Xiao Buyu stood below the stage as he asked.
"Difficult!"
Yang Fan said directly, "Yang Jie's fast sword is indeed unstoppable, but Moyang's peak sword intent is even more terrifying. It's very difficult!"
"But …" Yang Fan laughed, "If Yang Jie wants to win, he will definitely use his best move. Then Moyang will definitely lose."
"Oh?"
Hearing this, Xiao Buyu smiled slightly.
Three months ago, he had lost all his face in front of the ninth class. Now, it was time for him to regain his face.
No matter what, Class 4 must win this battle.
His target was Wang Xinyu from Senior Class Three.
If he did not teach that woman a lesson, he, Xiao Buyu, would never have peace.
Ding ding ding …
At this moment, two silhouettes were shuttling back and forth in the arena.
Yang Jie's sword was very fast. His attack was fast, but his retraction was even faster.
But what surprised everyone was that Moyang's sword was also incomparably fast.
"Teacher Mu, look, Moyang, he …"
"Of course, I don't doubt Moyang's swordsmanship. It's just that he lacks a lot of battle experience compared to Yang Jie. Even if he wins this battle …" Mu Yun didn't finish her sentence.
Even if they won this battle, Moyang would most likely have to pay a price.
But now, everything was still uncertain. A person's potential was limitless. How far Moyang could grow depended entirely on himself.
"Nine Forms of Sky Punisher, Sky Punisher!"
With a low roar, the Green Dragon Sword in Moyang's hand moved like a dragon. Sword light poured out, and an invisible intent realm enveloped the entire arena.
Sword Intent!
The power of Sword Intent not only increased a martial artist's realm, but when the Sword Intent was unleashed, the entire world would belong to the swordsman. Wherever the Sword Intent enveloped, the swordsman would be supreme and invincible.
Once the Sword Intent was unleashed, Yang Jie, who was surrounded by Moyang's Sword Intent, instantly slowed down.
Moyang naturally wouldn't let go of this moment.
Moyang took advantage of Yang Jie's mistake and stabbed his sword. Blood flowed down Yang Jie's arm.
Looking at the blood on his shoulder, Yang Jie laughed and slowly put down the long sword in his hand.
"You hurt me? How dare you hurt me! "
Yang Jie laughed strangely. The long sword in his hand changed its speed, sometimes slow, sometimes fast. It was like a dancing butterfly, light and ethereal.
"I wanted to play with you, but there's no need for that now."
Yang Jie shouted and roared, "Dragon Roar Nine Heavens, Phoenix Cry Ten Thousand Miles, God Killing Thousand Feather Sword!"
Following this roar, Yang Jie's entire body soared into the air.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Sword Qi moved faster and faster as his arm moved faster and faster.
"This is the move!"
Yang Fan's eyes widened when he saw this and his breathing quickened.
Swoosh … Swoosh … Swoosh …
On the battle stage, Yang Jie's silhouette soared into the air, one sword strike after another, each strike faster than the previous one. Sword Qi shot out from the tip of each sword.
These sword Qi accumulated together and didn't shoot towards Moyang.
At this moment, Moyang's expression became serious.
The Green Dragon Sword slowly floated in his hand.
There were no flashy moves or resplendent sword lights. The Green Dragon Sword circled around Moyang's body and quietly floated in front of Moyang.
At this point, Moyang stood in his original position, motionless. He only looked at Yang Jie in front of him.
Most of the people in the arena looked at the two of them strangely. Only a few people understood that the two of them were now in the final battle.
The winner and loser would be decided in one move.
"God Killing Thousand Feather Sword!"
"Sword God's Language!"
Two roars sounded at the same time.
In the next moment, the sword Qi that filled the sky around Yang Jie increased in speed like thousands of flying swords. A circular sword rain directly rushed towards Moyang.
At the same time, the sword lights around Moyang were extremely fast and all of them rushed towards Moyang.
Ding Ding Ding …
A strange sound rang out around Moyang. The sword lights rushed towards Moyang.
There was nothing in front of Moyang except for a sword quietly floating in the air. However, Yang Jie's sword lights were still unable to break through that defense.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this, Yang Jie's face turned pale. He cursed and spat out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, the sword lights in the sky turned blood red.
Thump …
Moyang took a step back. Facing the blood-red sword lights, his face changed and he took a step back.
"Although I can't kill you, the sword intent that I've accumulated is enough to seriously injure you!"
Moyang roared and the sword in his hand suddenly changed direction.
The sword that was originally vertical was now horizontal. The tip of the sword was pointed at Yang Jie.
"The battle ends here!"
Moyang's lips curled up slightly. His sword suddenly stabbed out.
Whoosh …
In an instant, a rain of swords fell from the sky like a torrential downpour.
At this moment, the sword lights in the sky were rushing towards Yang Jie. This time, the sword lights were more than ten times sharper and denser than before. However, the target was now Yang Jie.
Puff Puff Puff …
The sword rain poured down. Yang Jie wanted to dodge, but there was nowhere to hide.
The sword rain that filled the sky was all aimed at him!
"Damn it!"
Looking at the sword rain, Yang Jie cursed. However, it was useless.
He could not resist at all.
Bang …
Finally, with a bang, Yang Jie's body fell to the ground and he completely fainted.
And on his body, there were numerous fine sword scars, like ants crossing a river, making one feel incomparably terrified just by looking at it.
The first round, the ninth class won.
Moyang once again displayed his powerful swordsmanship.
Peak sword intent was extremely powerful.
"Yang Jie!"
Yang Fan took a step forward and walked directly into the arena. He carried the unconscious Yang Jie down the arena.
"Who dares to accept the challenge of the ninth class?"
Seeing his younger brother injured like this, Yang Fan was seething with anger.
"I'll do it!" Lin Zhi replied.
"Let me do it!" On the other side, Xiao Qingyu took the initiative to volunteer.
"Yang Fan's swordsmanship is extremely domineering. It's the same as your spear technique. However, his realm is higher than yours. I'll do it this time. With my fire control technique, it won't be easy for him to get close to me."
They looked at each other and finally nodded.
Now that the team lacked Mu Fengxing, they had to consider every battle carefully.
It was Xiao Qingyu's turn in the second round.
Yang Fan's strength was recognized as the top in the fourth class. His swordsmanship was natural. Every slash had a domineering aura.
Seeing Xiao Qingyu enter the arena, Yang Fan sneered in his heart.
Xiao Qingyu was only relying on his sacred beast bloodline and the beast fire of the Green Jade Fire Qilin to attack. He was not a threat.
In his eyes, the only one who could be considered a worthy opponent was Mo Yang.
"I'll defeat you in three moves!"
Yang Fan snorted as he looked at Xiao Qingyu.
"In your dreams!" Xiao Qingyu was angered by Yang Fan's words.
He was indeed not the most outstanding in the ninth class, but it was impossible to defeat him easily.
The students of the fifth class were each more arrogant than the other. It was really unpleasant to look at.
These people's eyes grew to the ceiling!
"Begin!"
At the referee's command, Yang Fan's one-meter-long sword slashed toward Xiao Qingyu without saying anything.
"Fire Spirit Dragon!"
Xiao Qingyu immediately retreated. Two fire dragons rushed out from between his hands.
One move to conquer the world.
Xiao Qingyu's control of the beast fire was getting better and better through the communication with the Green Jade Fire Qilin.
Of the two fire dragons, one was attacking while the other was surrounding his body tightly.
Xiao Qingyu was able to see through one attack and one defense.
Yang Fan was extremely fierce. It would be strenuous to fight him head-on. However, even if he was attacking from afar, the combination of fireballs and fire dragons did not give Yang Fan a chance to get close.
Yang Fan was furious that he was being played by Xiao Qingyu. Gradually, his swordsmanship became faster and faster.
His swordsmanship became fiercer and fiercer.
"Eighteen Mountain Splitting Forms!"
With a low roar, Yang Fan's sword slashed at Xiao Qingyu's fire dragons.
Every time he slashed, the temperature of the broadsword in his hand rose a little.
Gradually, the long saber in Yang Fan's hand became as red as a soldering iron. The powerful edge of the saber, coupled with the overbearing saber style, forcefully shattered a fire dragon beside Xiao Qingyu with a final slash.
When the fire dragon disappeared, Xiao Qingyu hurriedly retreated and threw out a few fireballs to block Yang Fan's attack.
Everyone understood the principle of playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses.
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