C576 With the Sword as the Blade
C576 With the Sword as the Blade
Lin Ya, who was standing below the stage, frowned. His eyes became sharp while the eyes of the man in white beside him narrowed.
Cold dots of light floated up from the shattered pieces. There was still a cold and spiritual aura contained within. It was the piece of the sword in Lieh Hong's hand.
Chen Yu's punch had broken the sword in Lieh Hong's hand. This showed how powerful his punch was.
If this sword was broken by Chen Yu's fist in the middle, everyone wouldn't be so shocked that Chen Yu's punch directly shattered the sword into pieces.
How hard must a fist be to do this? What's more, Lieh Hong's sword still had a sword spirit hidden inside!
Under the astonished gaze, Chen Yu's fist had already smashed into the sword spirit at that moment.
The Langya Sword Sect Disciples' sword spirits were not like the Spiritual Soul, they were highly condensed and their sharpness was not inferior to divine weapons, but when Chen Yu punched into the cold and gloomy sword spirit, the scarlet golden light on his fist was dazzling, causing the sword spirit to shatter inch by inch.
The pure gold light exploded like a meteor shower. Chen Yu could feel the wear and tear of his spirit armor.
The fist aura that was like a dragon diving into the sea was still unstoppable. In the end, it completely shattered the sword spirit. The fist flew like a meteor and landed on Lieh Hong's body.
Lieh Hong's body flew backwards as blood spurted out from his mouth.
Having succeeded in his punch, Chen Yu heard the sound of bones and internal organs breaking. He stopped abruptly and looked at the back of his hand.
The back of his hand was dripping with blood. A sword wound was so deep that it almost penetrated his hand.
"It's still a little lacking!" Chen Yu sighed in his heart, "Wanting to crush Yang Opening Pavilion disciples is still a little lacking. The sword spirits of the Sword Sect disciples are indeed very strong! "
In fact, this was normal as most Yang Opening Pavilion disciples only had Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage cultivation levels. Even though Chen Yu had the protection of the spirit armor, the difference in cultivation levels was still laid out here.
After all, he couldn't eat a single fatty. Although Chen Yu's physique was strong, coupled with the armor of Spiritual Soul s, he could only be at an advantage in close combat. The sword spirits of the Sword Sect disciples were still a difficult problem that he had to face.
In the sky, the shattered sword spirits gathered again and revealed their Sword Spirit form. The light became much dimmer as they flew towards Lieh Hong, who was on the ground.
Several Yang Opening Pavilion disciples flew up onto the stage, picked up Hong Lie and carried him off the stage.
The audience went into an uproar again.
"Ahh! I'm so angry at this outsider for trying to act so fierce. Where is my Yang Opening Pavilion's face now?" someone shouted.
"Could it be that we really are going to be swept away by this arrogant fellow's Yang Opening Pavilion? Then how can our Yang Opening Pavilion still have the face to meet people? "
"We need to send out some experts and let the top 20 make their moves!"
"…"
There were also people who expressed that they were not anxious. Lieh Hong was only ranked forty-three in Yang Opening Pavilion, so it was impossible for Chen Yu to sweep through Yang Opening Pavilion.
There were a few warriors standing in the pavilion near the path leading to the top of the mountain. One of the old man was gazing at the training field from a distance. His face was like still water and his eyes looked deep enough to see any emotion.
Beside him, the three martial practitioners were also watching the scene and discussing in low voices.
"This kid is crazy enough. Merely at the third level of Spirit Accumulation Stage, he wants to flatten his Yang Opening Pavilion. He's just asking for humiliation!" A man with long, narrow eyes and a cold aura said.
"Indeed, there is no possibility of that happening!" A clear and melodious voice rang out, it was extremely pleasant, and the one who spoke was a woman in her thirties. Her face was extremely beautiful, and her expression was cold: "If he really swept across Yang Opening Pavilion, Lin Ya would have been able to find a piece of tofu and die!"
"I feel that this little fellow from Ruling Spirit Sect is a little interesting!" Another short and vulgar looking middle-aged man spoke up, "To be able to survive in such a situation in the ancient battlefield wasn't something that could be done by luck. There should be a reason behind his boasting of flat Yang Opening Pavilion! "
"Humph!" The gloomy and cold middle-aged man disdainfully said: "It's merely to make a name for yourself with this kind of crazy action. You overestimate yourself!"
The wretched middle-aged man shook his head, "Not only that, I'm afraid the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples are also the reason for his actions in tempering his skills!"
"Let's train him. I'm afraid he might have broken himself?"
On the stage, on Chen Yu's palm, the faint glow of the Spirit Connecting Vine could be seen as his bone-deep wound on the sword gradually recovered.
A figure quickly rushed up the arena and stood in front of Chen Yu. It was the burly man who went down the stage with Lieh Hong.
"Yang Opening Pavilion at forty, Iron Arrogant, please consult Junior Brother Chen!"
Chen Yu retracted his attention from his palm. His gaze landed on Tie Ao's body as he nodded. He patted the Storage Bag and it fell into his hands. Holding onto the sword, he said: "Please!"
He did not expect Chen Yu to know how to use a sword. Tie Ao was slightly startled, he slapped his Storage Bag, a broadsword in his hand, with a stride, he slashed down.
The sword spirit's aura revolved, carrying with it a blazing temperature. Tie Ao's sword spirit was of the fire attribute, and his aura was extremely tyrannical.
Chen Yu's Mystic Armor floated on the surface of his body as he similarly stepped forward and slashed his sword vertically. The muscles throughout his body trembled and all of his strength exploded out.
The Angry Front Sword was like a blade in Chen Yu's hand. The aura of the blade covered the sky, sharp and overbearing like lightning through the nine heavens. At the same time, a black sword shadow appeared on the blade of the sword.
"Ding!" The two swords clashed. Saber intent and sword intent interweaved and exploded, turning into countless fragments and shattering the void.
Just from the surface, it seemed like the sword aura of Tie Ao had suppressed Chen Yu, and the sword aura had erupted, almost submerging Chen Yu, slicing him without restraint.
However, following the sound of metal clashing, the broadsword suddenly bounced away. Tie Ao's sword spirit suddenly flew out and floated in midair.
Chen Yu was expressionless. His blade's momentum changed, and the Angry Front Sword in his hand that he used as a blade swept past Tie Ao's chest. The black Broken Sword floated and tore apart Tie Ao's chest.
Tie Ao was startled. He quickly retreated, but was still unable to dodge. Blood spurted out from his chest.
Chen Yu was like a shadow following him. The third slash suddenly stopped and hung on Tie Ao's neck. The latter's body suddenly stiffened and his expression became complicated.
Chen Yu retracted his sword and stepped back.
Tie Ao cupped his hands together, without saying a word, he recalled back the half of the Sword Spirit that was cut off, he jumped off the stage, and fresh blood fell onto the stage.
Below the arena, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
If Chen Yu's performance in the previous matches only caused the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples to be shocked one after another, then now, many people felt as if their parents had died, and found it hard to accept it.
"One strike, only one strike!"
"Tie Ao's strength is even higher than Lieh Hong's. He was defeated by just one sword attack!"
Although there was a difference in ranking among the disciples, in actuality, the difference in strength wasn't too great for all the disciples. Furthermore, they were all temporarily without the ability to obtain the Light Shaking Pavilion. So, although there was a difference in ranking, in truth, as long as the difference in ranking between any two Yang Opening Pavilion disciples did not exceed a hundred, the difference in strength would not be as great as one would imagine!
Before, Liang Cheng, Zhong Lin, and Lieh Hong were easily defeated, but now, Tie Ao was also defeated by a single sword strike!
This was the first time Chen Yu had used a weapon since he got on stage. To those Sword Sect disciples who didn't see that Chen Yu was actually using a blade technique, it was like a bolt out of the blue!
Amongst all the sects, what is Langya Sword Sect most proud of?" It was a sword art, a powerful and sharp, and a sword spirit that was extremely sharp. But now, the Yang Opening Pavilion disciple had been defeated by a sword art disciple that did not use any sword art as an example, and had even crossed six small realms!
"Sword spirit, ah! How could a sword spirit from Ruling Spirit Sect be this strong? "He actually managed to cut off Shixiong Tie's sword spirit!"
"Isn't the sword spirit the one with the strongest Sword Sect?"
"…"
For a time, it was unknown how many people felt their faith crumble.
It was unknown just how many Sword Sect disciples were crying out in grief and roaring at the scene.
Below the stage, Lin Ya frowned, but his expression remained calm.
"Seventh Grade Sword Spirit!" The white clothed man next to Lin Ya said: "Lieh Hong is a sixth grade sword spirit. To cut off his sword spirit in one slash means that Ruling Spirit Sect Chen Yu's sword spirit has reached Seventh Grade. Although he used a sword as his blade, he actually used a sword spirit! "
"That's it?" Lin Ya raised his eyebrows.
"Body and spirit, strength, and the blade intent of the sword!" The white-clothed man said, "The spirit armor on him has made up for the disparity in cultivation. He can recklessly display his formidable strength. I'm afraid not many under the top ten of the Mizar Ranking can withstand a single sword strike from him!"
"Junior Martial Brother Han, why are you praising me like this?" Lan Xinyu frowned and said: "Doesn't that mean that he might really be able to trample our Yang Opening Pavilion?"
"With Pavilion Master around, there's no need to worry!" Someone interrupted, "It's just that I feel terrible inside. Why don't I just go up!"
"There's no need to rush, Shidi Fang!" Lin Ya said, "It's not bad to make you guys feel threatened. It's a type of incentive for everyone!"
On the huge training ground, all sorts of voices could be heard. Some were lamenting, some were furious, and some were cursing loudly.
Amidst the crisscrossing sounds, another person rushed up the arena.
"I want to rest!" Chen Yu opened his mouth and sat down cross-legged.
The Yang Opening Pavilion disciple who had leapt onto the stage became angry and stared fiercely at Chen Yu, but in the end, he did not attack without thinking.
Chen Yu sat down and fed himself three Medicine Pill s. He then closed his eyes and started thinking.
The scene from when he slashed out just now appeared in his mind. It kept flashing and reappearing in his mind.
"Nine Thunder Prison Break Blade!" Just now, Chen Yu had used his sword as the blade to slash out the ninth slash of the Nine Thunder Prison Breaking Blade. Only this strongest ninth slash could defeat his opponent in one slash and defeat Tie Ao who was using Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage.
Other than the Star Soul, Chen Yu had also used all his trump cards. With the existence of the Spiritual Soul in the spirit armor, he already had the ability to contend against Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage experts. Using a sword as a blade, Chen Yu seemed to come into contact with something that he had been looking for after fighting against an expert like Tie Ao.