CHAPTER 62
Sword intent
Under Diao Yayun's control, the Sword Qi changed its direction and targeted Moyang.
Seeing the Sword Qi rushing towards him, Moyang knew that he couldn't dodge it.
However, he knew that if he were to take it head-on, the battle would be over.
"There's no other way …"
With a low voice, Moyang's figure flew up.
"Green Cloud Sunset!"
The third move of the Qingyun Sword Art, Qingyun Sunset.
The first fell to the sky, the second fell to the ground, and the third fell to the firmament!
One style was divided into three styles, and the three swords were swung out in unison.
Ding ding ding …
He used three moves in a row, and the powerful Sword Qi was like a falling meteor, rushing forward quickly.
Such an intense collision caused the densely packed Sword Qi to collapse. Strands of Sword Qi changed direction and flew towards the surroundings of the arena.
Swish swish …
Two figures flew out and stood at the two sides of the arena. With a wave of their hands, they dispersed the remaining Sword Qi.
At the same time, Diao Yayun took another step forward. The boundless Sword Qi once again flew through the air, heading straight for Moyang.
"Let's see how many Sword Qis you can block!"
Diao Yayun snorted coldly. Her Cyan Pattern Longsword started to spin again. The Sword Qi was unstoppable.
Crack crack …
At the same time, on the other side, Moyang brandished his long sword and kept blocking Diao Yayun's Sword Qi. However, there were simply too many Sword Qi.
For a moment, even if Mo Yang used Azure Cloud Sunset again, he was unable to completely block the attack.
"Trash!"
All of a sudden, a shout rang out. Diao Yayun stomped on the stage, causing the ground to crack. His silhouette was like a swallow, floating in the air. His longsword pierced straight towards Moyang's chest.
At that moment, Moyang was fully focused on defending himself against the boundless sword energy surrounding him. How could he defend himself against Diao Yayun's attack? All he could do was watch as the sword stabbed toward him.
Puff …
Finally, a popping sound rang out. Blood bloomed like a rose. Moyang's chest was pierced through by the sword, and blood flowed uncontrollably.
Another 'puchi' sound rang out as Diao Yayun mercilessly pulled out her sword, causing blood to splatter everywhere.
The outcome of the battle was clear!
Plop!
Moyang's face was deathly pale. The surrounding Sword Qi mercilessly slammed into his body. The surface of his body cracked like a spider web.
It was a terrifying wound caused by strands of Sword Qi.
Moyang spat out blood from the corner of his mouth. He knelt on the ground and whimpered as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't move at all.
The sword had pierced through his vitals. Coupled with the hundreds of Sword Qi, he was already on the verge of death.
"Instructor, are you still not going to announce the results?" Diao Yayun said coldly, "I think the outcome is already very clear!"
That's right, the outcome was already very clear.
No matter how heaven-defying Moyang was, he was only at the fourth stage of the Physical Body Stage. Against the genius Diao Yayun, who was at the sixth stage of the Pulse Condensation Stage, he had no hope at all.
"The third round …"
"Wait!"
Suddenly, just as the teacher could no longer bear to see Moyang's battered body and was about to announce the results, a shout suddenly rang out.
"I haven't lost yet!"
Suddenly, the originally dispirited Moyang shouted loudly and spat out blood from his mouth.
Gradually, he straightened his knees and stood up from the ground with a long sword in his hand.
"I can still fight. I haven't lost yet!"
Almost as soon as he said this, Moyang couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His face became even paler.
"You're courting death!" Diao Yayun sneered, "I don't know what Instructor Mu fed you, but you're like lunatics who don't care about their lives, right?"
"Then I'll let you see who's the genius and who's the trash!"
Diao Yayun smiled sinisterly. She took a step forward with her long sword in hand, "Since you don't admit defeat, then I'll cripple your arm so that you can't hold your sword. Let's see if you still admit defeat then!"
With her sword out, Diao Yayun's figure flashed. Her long sword with green patterns was aimed at the hilt of Moyang's sword. She wanted to cut off his hand.
"Phew …"
Right at that moment, Mo Yang let out a sigh of relief and stood there motionlessly.
"What's this guy doing? Is he seeking death? "
"Who knows? He's not a match for her, but he's still unwilling to admit defeat. I really don't understand this guy!"
"I think Mu Yun really can't bring herself to do this. She probably gave them a death order before the competition. They can only die. They can't lose!"
Seeing Moyang standing on the spot like a fool, the surrounding students couldn't help but close their eyes.
The outcome of this competition was already predetermined from the beginning. Moyang was bound to lose.
"Kill!"
With a low shout, Diao Yayun advanced with her sword in hand. She was unstoppable.
"Kill!"
In an instant, when Diao Yayun was about to approach Moyang, Moyang suddenly opened his eyes. A sharp aura suddenly appeared.
Ding …
Puff …
Two sounds suddenly rang out in the next moment. At this moment, the scene was silent.
"Ah …"
In the next moment, a clanging sound was heard. The longsword fell to the ground, and a scream suddenly rang out.
Diao Yayun's left hand was constantly covering her right wrist. Blood flowed out and dyed the ground of the arena wet.
What happened?
Why was Diao Yayun's wrist suddenly cut off?
Seeing Diao Yayun lying on the arena and crying out in pain, the group of students was stunned.
"Sword Intent!"
Suddenly, among the crowd, one of the mentors exclaimed. He couldn't help but stand up and look at Moyang with his mouth agape.
"Sword Intent?"
Hearing this mentor's exclamation, a burst of exclamations broke out among the students.
The so-called Sword Intent was a martial artist's ultimate understanding of the sword and swordsmanship. When a martial artist comprehended the sword in his hand and the sword in his heart to an extreme state, a quantitative change would lead to a qualitative change. It would lead to an extraordinary understanding of swordsmanship.
Sword Intent was extremely terrifying.
In the entire Southern Cloud Empire, only one in ten thousand martial artists could become a blacksmith.
Then, it was even rarer for a swordsman to comprehend Sword Intent!
Once a swordsman comprehended Sword Intent, he was destined to be a peerless Sword God in this life. Needless to say, that kind of terror was needless to say.
Just now, Moyang's sword was infinitely replicating the move that Mu Yun showed him.
He still remembered what Mu Yun said.
"If you can comprehend something from this move, it's not impossible for you to defeat Diao Yayun!"
So that's it!
So that's it!
Moyang was ecstatic.
At that moment, he felt that his heart was clear. The sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body. Therefore, the moment he swung the sword, there was no worry in his heart. There was only that sword.
And that sword was so fast and so sharp that Diao Yayun couldn't react in time.
"You, admit defeat?"
Holding the longsword, Moyang walked to the front of Diao Yayun and pointed the longsword at her chin.
At this moment, Diao Yayun's hand that was cut off fell to the side. Her wrist was stained with blood.
"Trash, do you admit defeat?"
Seeing that Diao Yayun didn't speak, Moyang shouted coldly. Like a Sword God, an invincible Sword Intent instantly enveloped Diao Yayun.
"I … admit defeat!"
At this moment, facing Moyang, Diao Yayun no longer had the will to fight.
His heart crumbled under the powerful Sword Will.
"The third round, Moyang wins!"
As the instructor's voice fell, the surroundings of the arena were completely in an uproar.
Moyang won!
At the critical moment, he could actually comprehend Sword Intent. The Sword Intent that thousands of swordsmen dreamed of, Moyang actually achieved it.
It was simply a miracle!
Plop …
In the midst of the hubbub of voices, Moyang suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop.
Thump, thump, thump …
His head knocked on the ground, making thumping sounds. Moyang kowtowed three times to Mu Yun.
"Master, your disciple did not disappoint and won the competition. Master, please accept a bow from your disciple!"
Moyang's voice was sobbing, but every word was sonorous, shocking the crowd.
"Silly boy …"
Seeing Moyang's stunned expression, Mu Yun stepped onto the arena and scolded jokingly, "You made it so emotional. Are you afraid that I won't accept you?"
Helping Mo Yang up, Mu Yun sent a surge of zhenqi into Mo Yang's body to check his condition. He found that even though Mo Yang was severely injured, the aura in his body was still vigorous. The medicinal bath that he had given Mo Yang back then was starting to work.
"After this battle, go back and comprehend it properly. You should be able to enter the fifth tier of the Qi Condensation Realm!" Mu Yun said softly as she looked at Moyang.
"Yes, Master!"
At this moment, looking at Mu Yun, Moyang felt like a god.
He indeed felt that he was about to break through, but Mu Yun saw through it at a glance.
Moreover, the Green Cloud Sword Technique had three major forms and nine minor forms. The essence of each form was indescribably wonderful!
If not for the Green Cloud Sword Technique, he would have been defeated long ago. He would not have been able to hold on.
"Beginner Class Five has won all three matches. Congratulations, Mentor Mu Yun …"
"Hold on!"
Suddenly, a low voice sounded.
Diao Yadong walked onto the arena. His eyes were deep and almost dripped blood.
"Aiyo, why? Are you not convinced?" Looking at Diao Yadong's cold face, Mu Yun joked, "Why don't Mentor Diao choose a few stronger students to fight with my Beginner Class Five?"
"Of course not!"
Facing Mu Yun's provocation, Diao Yadong smiled and said, "Mentor Mu, congratulations. You have won against my Advanced Class Three and can be promoted to an intermediate mentor!"
"However, I think that it would be better if Mentor Mu could go up a level and be promoted to an advanced mentor directly!"
"Oh?"
"There is such an opportunity now. I wonder if Mentor Mu would dare to accept it?"
"Let's hear it!"
"Now, Mentor Mu can fight with me. If you win, you will be promoted to an advanced mentor in the academy. How about that?" Diao Yayun smiled and said, "I think that since Instructor Mu's three students defeated my three students from Advanced Class 3, your teaching ability is already evident. If Instructor Mu can defeat me, Diao Yayun, and become a Senior Instructor of the academy, it would be reasonable, right?"
"Is it a challenge …"
Looking at Diao Yadong's smug expression, Mu Yun chuckled and cupped her hands. "Please!"
"Mentor Mu!"
"Mentor Mu!"
"Mu Yun!"
They did not expect Mu Yun to agree. Qi Ming, Moyang, and Qin Mengyao's expressions changed, and they wanted to stop her.
Mu Yun's agreement was a little impulsive.
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