Early in the morning, when the Xuanyuan Swordsman arrived at a relatively flat plateau a hundred li away from the Mountain Python Tribe, they immediately received a notice from the Mountain Python Tribe — the cultivators were to fight in the sky, and landing on the ground meant admitting defeat. They were not to pursue!
Guang Bei frowned. This kind of rule was very disadvantageous for sword cultivators. If Dharma cultivators were suspended in the air for hundreds of meters, or even tens of meters, they would be able to touch the ground with just a slight stretch of their feet. What was the point of killing techniques of sword cultivators?
"This is not part of the bet!"
The leader of the Mountain Kui Tribe apologized. His attitude was very humble and his words were very honest.
"The deaths and injuries of both sides may seem normal to you and you may not care about it, but to a small clan like ours, it is an unbearable calamity. Things have changed with the passage of time. No matter which side remembers this matter, how should we deal with it?
The Grand Elder of our tribe also agrees with this suggestion. Try to avoid casualties and leave some leeway. Please forgive us! "
First complaining, second asking for reinforcements. This fully demonstrated the shrewdness of the Mountain Earth Tribe! In other words, the Mountain Kui Tribe had Jin Dan cultivators. Don't mess around!
Guang Bei could not refuse! If it was somewhere else, he would have flipped the table. But now, the environment was not right. He could not let the Swordsman have his way!
On the plateau, it was crowded. Not only were there cultivators, but there were also many ordinary mortals. They were all reputable members of the Mountain Kui Tribe and were scattered all over the plateau!
Guang Bei knew that this was the Mountain Kui Tribe's intention. They wanted to make the cultivators on both sides hesitate and stop pursuing after landing. Otherwise, the mortals would be hurt!
This was truly a flawless plan!
Now that things had progressed to this stage, there seemed to be no better way than to counter each move.
At seven o 'clock in the morning, both sides gathered and the battle began!
The first battle, Guang Bei against Da Jia!
Daka was suspended a thousand feet above the ground, giving off the impression that he could fly as high as he wanted. In any case, he was just strolling on the ground, leaving Guang Bei at a loss of what to do!
His strength was actually much greater than his opponent's, but he had not reached the stage where he could defeat his opponent with one strike. That required the right time and place! He needed to completely crush his opponent's cultivation!
Seeing that Daka's defense was impenetrable, in order to prevent this person from admitting defeat too quickly, Guang Bei's first attack was very gentle. It was completely probing. He was considering how to strike a thunderous blow after being gentle. There was only one chance, so he had to be cautious!
However, he still underestimated Daka's shamelessness. It was obviously a light strike, but he felt as if he was struck by lightning. His entire body shook violently, and he directly fell to the ground. Before Guang Bei could make a second strike, he had already turned around and landed on the ground gracefully.
He cupped his fists and smiled, "Fellow Daoist, it's a flying sword! I can't take it anymore. I admit defeat! "
The cultivators of Xuanyuan all had solemn expressions, but the Dharma cultivators had smiles on their faces. The victors were not happy, and the losers were happy.
The Sword Vein and the Dharma Vein had been fighting for tens of thousands of years. They had long since passed the stage where they would suffer for their pride. They knew each other very well. In order to achieve their goals, what was a small setback and humiliation?
Since they were definitely going to lose, why not win with ease and let the opponent have no place to vent his frustrations?
Once a cultivator saw through this, there was no limit to how low they could go. It was useless even if you tried to provoke them!
The second match, Yan Bo against Lan Cheng!
Lan Cheng flew very low, even lower than Daka. He looked as if he was ready to land at any time. He was even more unbearable than Daka!
This was an illusion! As the cultivator with the strongest combat power among the six, Lan Cheng's greatest wish was to enter the top 100 of the Foundation Establishment List! He believed that he had such strength, but he lacked sufficient opportunities to showcase himself.
Not only did he want to win, he also wanted to kill his opponent! This was the reason why he purposely hovered at a low altitude!
Yan Bo had the same thoughts as him! Swordsman had the ability to challenge those of a higher level. Although he was not among the top swords in Xuanyuan due to time constraints, he believed that he would have no problem dealing with a Dharma cultivator!
The problem was, how could he kill his opponent cleanly!
A Dharma cultivator was too close to the ground. If there was a slight mishap, he could land on the ground in a flash. There was not enough space to completely rely on his flying sword!
His idea was to close in! Through close combat, he could trap his opponent at a low altitude and find an opportunity to kill him!
This idea was not bad. There was no problem in terms of tactics, but there was a huge problem in terms of strategy!
From a strategic point of view, he should disregard everything and fly higher! In any case, Xuanyuan had already won one match. Senior Brother Guang Bei would definitely win another one. In that case, his opponent would have no reason to give up on the second match!
As long as he leaped into the air, the peerless cultivator would have no choice but to follow in order to win. In an open space, the Swordsman's ability to control his sword would be able to fully display his advantage. Then, he could choose whether he wanted to be close or far. That was the correct way!
Seeing Yan Bo's rapid and majestic sword momentum from the beginning, Guang Bei frowned. Lou Xiaoyi sighed!
These things could not be taught, nor could they be taught! Cultivators, especially Swordsman, had extremely strong self-esteem. You could arrange opponents for them, but you could not formulate tactics for them! This was an insult to a Swordsman!
The sword beam was coming at him rapidly and fiercely, but Lan Cheng was waiting calmly. He held a Universal Plate in his hand and shot out beams of light. Together with his fast and stable basic spells, he was able to keep the flying sword at bay.
Unlike other cultivators who would easily have eight to ten magic tools to protect themselves, Lan Cheng had only cultivated this one magic tool after a hundred years of foundation building. What he cultivated was the path of specialization. Moreover, he did not use talismans, but directly cast spells to intercept. Although he had not reached the level of a foundational spell, he was not far from it. With the help of the Qiankun Plate, his defense was impenetrable!
The tense confrontation only lasted for a few breaths. Lan Cheng, who was familiar with the rhythm of the flying sword, shouted in a low voice. His magic power surged, and the Qiankun Plate shone brightly like a light wheel, concealing him inside. At the same time, hundreds of scattered light rays shot towards Yan Bo.
This was the explosive attack of the Qiankun Plate. It could not be sustained, but the instantaneous attack power was astonishing!
Yan Bo sneered. He was waiting for this cultivator to explode. If not, it would be difficult for him to attack!
His figure was like lightning, running back and forth in the air above Lan Cheng. The sword light splashing out was even more rapid than before, whether it was the speed or the frequency of the sword light!
The two of them attacked and defended each other in an instant. Lan Cheng defended by blocking with brute force, while Yan Bo defended by adding speed to the flying sword. Within a few breaths, neither of them could do anything to the other …
However, the explosive attack of the Qiankun Plate was only intermittent. After the explosion, it needed to be recharged. In the process of recharging, the flying sword shone brightly. Under the heavy pressure, Lan Cheng dropped several feet without anyone noticing!
Although the movement was insignificant, he was one step closer to the ground in his original position! Was he preparing for the landing?
Yan Bo was faced with a choice!
Under normal circumstances, he could not simply assume that his opponent was conceding because he was aware that he was no match for him. The battle had just begun, and both of their trump cards were far from being exposed. It would be unwise to make a hasty decision!
In a different environment, Yan Bo would continue to exert pressure to test his opponent's limits and endurance, forcing him to reveal his cards!
But now, the ground was beneath his feet, and he did not have much room to test!
The decision was made in an instant. Like the Swordsman, Yan Bo made a prompt decision to close in on his opponent!
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