Even though his Four Symbols Vital Energy had been greatly depleted, Zhao Yun still did not change his heroic spirit and determination. Breaking the wind and breaking the waves, he arrogantly faced Yan Baiqiao's heavy sword wind.
The Sword of Heart was like a scholar who sat upright and still. Every move was based on a solid foundation. Every move was in accordance with the rules. It was like the classical music, making people respect it.
On the other hand, the Sword of Mighty Fighting was like a mad scholar who drank wine and painted on a wall. It followed its heart and never followed the rules. Amidst the madness, there was an unparalleled sense of sharpness. Even though he knew that a prolonged battle would not be beneficial, he still wanted to go straight up to the Ninth Heaven to pluck the moon and go straight down to the four seas to catch turtles.
The dazzling red light on the Sword of Heart was blocked by the light green lotus. It only advanced to three feet in front of Zhao Yun and couldn't advance any further. It was like snow falling into powder.
Yan Baiqiao's face was not dejected. Instead, he smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, good swordsmanship! Please try my Warp Heaven and Earth. "
The Sword of Heart changed its ultimate move again. It drew three red lines horizontally and three golden lines vertically, forming a nine-palace grid. It actually contained the universe and expanded the human feelings of the past and present. It slowly pressed forward.
Zhao Yun saw the light on the six thick lines formed by vital energy. It was obvious that it was not easy to defeat. She gritted her teeth and poured all her vital energy into the sword. She once again used the Peach Blossom Pool's Thousand Feet Deep, Transforming Might into the Sea, and Eliminating Custom.
The nine-palace grid collided with the lotus vortex. The light was even brighter. It condensed the vast power of the sage's will to save the world. It broke the strong with righteousness and broke the emotion with reason. With a loud bang, the thousand-feet deep personal feelings were not as good as the noble wish of eternal peace. The light green halo was instantly shattered layer by layer.
The nine-palace grid still had energy left. The mighty hurricane continued to push forward, trying to enlighten the foolish and stubborn stone.
Zhao Yun's pupils shrank, "What an extreme and pure power!" She quickly retreated ten feet, but there was nowhere to retreat. Instead, she stuck out her chest and counterattacked. Her firm belief could not be denied. The proud lotus blossomed to its heart's content again.
"Puff!"
The extreme moves met, Zhao Yun spat out scarlet blood, and finally destroyed the Nine Palaces Grid.
This was the first time that Zhao Yun was injured and vomited blood since she stepped onto the martial arts stage. It undoubtedly represented an important turning point in capturing Zhao Yun.
The crowd of heroes immediately cheered like thunder, shouting crazily, "Immortal Grove's hero, Immortal Grove's hero!"
Zhao Yun stretched out her right hand to wipe away the bloodstain on the side of her mouth. She looked at Yan Baiqiao calmly and said, "This move of yours has fused Confucian Heart into your sword move, right? This sword is clearly divided into two parts, the principles are raised and the eyes are opened, the vast power of this sword has greatly exceeded my expectations. "
Yan Baiqiao smiled. "Big Brother Zhao's eyesight is really good. You hit the nail on the head. However, I can also tell that if it weren't for the fact that you exhausted a great deal of your mental strength in the fight with Zhang Lingyue just now, you wouldn't have been thwarted by my sword move at all. Then, is there any need for us to continue fighting? "
"At least you still have some eyesight. If I didn't lay out such a good foundation for you, don't even think about injuring Zhao Yun. "Zhang Lingyue was secretly delighted when she received Yan Baiqiao's affirmation. She was so happy that it was as if she had eaten honey.
Zhao Yun waved his sword and said, "In Zhao Yun's sea of consciousness, the word 'admit defeat' has never existed. Again."
"What a bold and heroic spirit! Be careful, take my move, Forever Righteous. "
The Heart Asks Sword came over magnanimously. The three-zhang red light on the tip of the sword resonated with the heavenly principles and the human heart that the people firmly believed in since ancient times. Its momentum made all evils retreat and evil spirits bow down.
"This time, I won't back down. Wei Dou, right? "
Zhao Yun's mouth revealed a mysterious smile. Her natural arrogance had completely turned into madness at this moment. Regardless of success or failure, regardless of life or death, she straightened her back and urged her sword move with her mind. She didn't need to say another word, but she had already expressed her thoughts.
You all say that I'm a demon, that I'm a vile creature, that I'm a malefic star, and that you want to throw me into the Abyss of Hell.
Come at me, when has Zhao Yun ever been afraid?
Don't even think of making me kneel down!
Her arrogance rushed straight to the bull's dipper, her iron guts shone with the splendor of the stars. She refused to believe in evil, stubbornly and forcefully attacked with her sword, once again dazzling the world.
However, when the crazy sword met the righteous sword, it was the demonic Dao that dissipated. The torrential qi waves had already buried the red light in the angry silver waves.
Yan Baiqiao's hand trembled violently. He couldn't hold the Heart Asks Sword any longer. A crisp sound rang out from the ground.
Everyone looked sideways and saw Yan Baiqiao's body swaying. Finally, he couldn't support his seriously injured body anymore. His knees failed to live up to his expectations and he fell to his knees. With a 'wah', he spat out a big mouthful of blood.
Unable to withstand the sudden change in the situation, the heroes' hearts thumped. They couldn't help but worry, "Even the new number one Young Hero can't subdue Zhao Yun? Is this really …???? "
At the same time, the seeds of heartfelt admiration quietly grew in their hearts. They could no longer forget the peerless elegance of this pitch-black ancient sword.
Regardless of Zhao Yun's attitude and character, it was indeed incomparably shocking that he could consecutively defeat Tang Baichuan, Zhang Lingyue, and Yan Baiqiao, these three heroes of the Immortal Grove.
If Zhao Yun was still in the Lingyun Temple, then the number one of this year's Young Heroes Assembly would already belong to Zhao Yun. "After all this, it turns out that Zhao Yun is the true number one hero. He is the uncrowned king."
Even the Red Sunset Tower's master was already sighing, "Wang Yasheng, Nephew Yan has already done his best. Tell him to come down. Otherwise, I'm afraid that Zhao Yun will ruthlessly kill him. "
Wang Yasheng smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern, Fellow Daoist. However, the outcome of this battle hasn't been decided yet."
Zhang Lingyue's eyes spun around, "Ah, what does he mean by that? Could it be that Senior Martial Brother Yan still has a chance to turn defeat into victory? The awe-inspiring Righteous Sword Technique is too fair and selfless. It is too profound and vast. It requires a saint with great passion and will to be able to unleash its full power. Looking at Senior Martial Brother Yan's sword moves, although they are methodical, due to the lack of personal experience and lack of learning, he is still unable to contend against Zhao Yun. "
Yan Baiqiao struggled to stand up from the ground. He put a vermillion pill into his mouth and said with a smile, "Brother Zhao's sword technique is unparalleled. It is Baiqiao who is displaying my slight skill in front of an expert. However, our battle is not over yet. "
Zhao Yun praised, "Good spirit. Zhao Yun also admires your courage. However, if you insist on not leaving the stage, I can only kill you. "
Yan Baiqiao's eyes flickered with the conviction to face death calmly, "There is no need to show mercy. Please make your move."
"Then as you wish. Good luck to you."
Seeing that Yan Baiqiao was heavily injured and gasping for breath, Zhao Yun changed his attack strategy. He chanted the Moon Chasing Cloud Art and his figure moved like a ghost. He suddenly appeared in front of Yan Baiqiao. His quick sword moved. Without using a bit of vital energy, it was like a Poisonous Dragon Swift Strike.
"Quickly dodge, Senior Martial Brother Yan!" Zhang Lingyue shouted in panic. He regretted that his words were faster than the sword light. When he said the word 'Senior Martial Brother', the tip of the black sword was already close to Yan Baiqiao's chest.
Zhao Yun's thoughts flashed. Thinking of Yan Baiqiao's courtesy, he could not bear to take his life. The tip of the sword paused slightly and instantly slowed down by ten times. He was prepared to only touch Yan Baiqiao's body.
At this moment of shock, everyone's attention was focused on them. With a clang, Zhao Yun took five steps back.
Yan Baiqiao's left hand had unknowingly appeared with a bald purple pen. He looked at Zhao Yun gratefully, "Thank you for showing mercy, Brother Zhao. I'm sorry for offending you. "
Zhao Yun looked at Yan Baiqiao in astonishment, then came to a sudden realization and laughed out loud: "Giving him a taste of his own medicine. Interesting. Let's fight again. "
Zhang Lingyue was surprised and happy. He almost stood up from his seat and scolded Yan Baiqiao, "You made me worry for nothing! So you're learning from Zhao Yun's sneak attack. "
But in an instant, she saw Yan Baiqiao holding a pen in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, attacking Zhao Yun's elegant figure. Her eyes were unconsciously filled with confusion and shock. She suddenly understood, "Senior Martial Brother Yan has been hiding his strength at the Young Heroes Gathering! His strength is far above mine. "
Ziwei was also surprised. He sighed, "What a good Yan Baiqiao! Wang Yasheng, your last disciple is really amazing. He even learned your multitasking and hid it from all of us. "
The other leaders also praised Yan Baiqiao's cultivation and congratulated him, "With such a talent, Chirumen will definitely shine brightly."
Although Wang Yasheng was indifferent to worldly affairs, he couldn't help but be slightly proud. He said, "Baiqiao didn't mean to hide his strength. If Zhao Yun hadn't forced him into such a difficult situation, Baiqiao wouldn't have been able to perform so well."
Zhao Yun fought with Yan Baiqiao again. He felt that Yan Baiqiao's strength had more than doubled after using the pen in his left hand and the sword in his right hand. Even if he used a sword move that contained the realm of self, it was still difficult to fight against him. He only had the strength to barely parry. In an instant, the situation took a turn for the worse.
Yan Baiqiao advanced steadily step by step. He smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, how's my move, Beautiful Purple and Brilliant Red?"
It turned out that Wang Yasheng was a master of the mind. He integrated the principle of conscience into the path of cultivation. He used "Nothing Outside the Mind" as the foundation and studied and comprehended it. Finally, he created the magical skill of "One Mind Two Things".
As long as one understood that all external movements were controlled by one's heart, there was no harm in Yin and Yang complementing each other. It was like the opening and closing of a flower. It seemed to be two forms, but in fact, it was one. "Before you look at this flower, this flower is the same as you. When you look at this flower, the color of this flower will be clear. "
At this moment, Yan Baiqiao's left hand was using another unique skill of Chirumen's, "Landscape Wind and Moon Brush". The righteousness of the heart and the nostalgia of the wind and moon seemed to be incompatible and ran in opposite directions. In fact, it was just like the strange scholar's way of doing things. He only needed to be at peace with his heart and did not need to be judged by others.
"Damn it, Yan Baiqiao's left hand and the sword in his right hand are obviously two completely different styles. They clearly have different meanings, but he effectively unified them in his offensive moves. Dragon and tiger intersect, and they don't go against each other. I'm powerless and can't break it."
Zhao Yun was surrounded by the wind of the brush and the shadow of the sword. She even hesitated to parry. For the first time, she felt that it was difficult to contend against.
At this moment, Yan Baiqiao's left hand used "A Tree of Pear Blossoms". It swayed with thousands of amorous feelings and lingered endlessly. His right hand used "Pure Origin". It was subtle and righteous. It was the origin of the orthodoxy and could not be changed.
The attacks of both hands formed a harmonious circle. It was like a huge net that was difficult to break through, trapping Zhao Yun in the center.
Zhao Yun stretched her divine sword forward and repelled the red light of "Pure Origin". However, she could not escape from a tree full of pear blossoms. The night of dancing fish and dragons blew away her melancholy and chaotic mood.
"Wow!"
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