C575 Formidable
C575 Formidable
The Yang Opening Pavilion disciples who were still admiring Liang Cheng's strength abruptly stopped talking, revealing shocked expressions.
When Liang Cheng fell off the stage, he was caught by a few Yang Opening Pavilion disciples. When Liang Cheng fell off the stage, he was caught by some Yang Opening Pavilion disciples.
At this time, the huge training field was once again in an uproar.
"How can this be? The sword spirit and the Innate Invisible Sword Qi cannot withstand a single punch? "
"How can this fist power be so tyrannical?" What divine ability is this? "
"I admire Liang Cheng very much. I didn't expect him to be so weak!"
"Liang Cheng has disappointed us so much!"
"…"
Among the voices, some people's attitude changed greatly and started to criticize Liang Cheng, thinking that Liang Cheng had lost face for Yang Opening Pavilion.
On the stage, Chen Yu waved his hand and the injured Spiritual Soul flew up, fusing into his body.
"Junior Martial Brother Han, what's the situation now?" At this moment, Lin Ya asked the man in white beside him.
"Very strong!" The white clothed man said, "I'm afraid that Chen Yu's physique is on par with Light Shaking Pavilion's Senior Brother Kui!"
"Chou Kui?" Lin Ya's brows twitched as he said, "Brother Chou Kui is said to be invincible. A sixth rank sword spirit is unable to cut through his skin. Is this Chen Yu that powerful?"
The white clothed man nodded his head, "Chen Yu's Spiritual Soul are also very strong. The six Spiritual Soul s are all above the fourth stage, especially the black Broken Sword, the vine shaped Spiritual Soul, and the armoured Spiritual Soul that appeared on the surface of his body. Any of these three can be considered top geniuses with limitless potential in the Ruling Spirit Sect! "
"It looks like he's indeed not only arrogant!" Lin Ya said, "Even Junior Sister Zuo Yan'er's whereabouts are unknown, but Chen Yu is the only one who can survive. Being impure is a blessing!"
Whoosh whoosh * As Lin Ya and the man in white were discussing, several figures jumped onto the stage.
The few people that jumped up onto the stage almost at the same time, after they looked at Chen Yu with hostility, they looked at each other, looked at each other, and started to argue.
"You guys go down, leave this guy to me!"
"Zhong Lin, you want to compete with me?"
"Wang Zheng, your ranking is only two ranks higher than mine, what right do you have to force me down?"
"…"
The people who had jumped onto the stage were actually arguing.
Chen Yu calmly looked at the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples, shrugged his shoulders, and jokingly said: "Should we wait for you guys to decide the victor before deciding?"
"Bullshit!" A tall martial artist angrily said, "All of you, go down! Let me do it!"
"Pavilion Master's meaning is that the top fifty Yang Opening Pavilion disciples can all go up on stage to issue challenges, and those who are ranked lower will be given the priority to issue challenges!" A figure landed at the edge of the arena, dancing gracefully. It was Lan Xinyu. She shouted, "Zhong Lin, you stay behind. The others will challenge you again later!"
Zhong Lin was around 35 or 36 years old, and his stature was petite. Upon hearing this, he revealed a complacent expression.
"Also, after every challenge, let Ruling Spirit Sect's Chen Yu rest for ten minutes!" Lan Xinyu said again.
The others unwillingly jumped down the stage, leaving Zhong Ri standing on the stage as he mumbled, "Rest for another ten minutes? "Don't you want me to wait on the stage?"
Lan Xinyu didn't respond, she just turned around and prepared to leave the stage.
"There's no need to wait ten minutes!" Chen Yu shrugged and said, "Come on!"
Lan Xinyu was slightly startled, looking towards the audience. Lin Ya nodded, "Since Junior Brother Chen said there's no need to wait, then there's no need to wait any longer. If Junior Brother Chen needs to rest, you can ask him at any time!"
With these words, Lan Xinyu jumped off the stage.
Chen Yu looked at Zhong Lin. Zhong Lin was also a genius disciple with the same Ninth Layer of the Spirit Accumulation Stage.
"Langya Sword Sect, opening sun ranking, 45. Zhong Lin, may I ask for your profound strength!" Although he was extremely hostile towards Chen Yu, Zhong Lin still clasped his hands and bowed, not wanting to lose his composure.
Facing Chen Yu, who was a Ruling Spirit Sect disciple, all of them maintained their dignity as a Langya Sword Sect disciple. It could be seen that Langya Sword Sect was a good method to condense the heart of disciples, and was even better than Ruling Spirit Sect.
The thirty-six peaks of Ruling Spirit Sect were filled with various factions. In terms of cohesion, they had to be on the same level as the Langya Sword Sect.
"There's no need to be courteous, because you will soon be thrown off the stage by me!" Chen Yu smiled and said.
A look of anger appeared on Zhong Lin's face as he unsheathed the longsword behind his back.
This time, Chen Yu did not wait for his opponent to make a move. His body flashed and he charged forward. His spirit armor took form at the first moment and turned into a weightless, solid, scarlet-gold armor.
He felt that Chen Yu had underestimated him, because Chen Yu did not activate all six Spiritual Soul like how he did against Liang Cheng, nor did he take out any weapons. This caused Zhong Lin to feel a surge of anger in his heart.
His sword pierced through the air with the speed of a ghost. In an instant, the black sword spirit flashed as it emitted a pitch-black sword qi that sealed off the sky.
The sword intent interweaved to form a net, wanting to tear the opponent that was caught into pieces.
The manifested sword intent spread out, unavoidable.
Chen Yu did not dodge at all and directly crashed into the net. At this moment, blood flames appeared on the surface of his body, forming a huge human-shaped hole in the sword intent net.
At this moment, Chen Yu, in disbelief, turned in the air and circled around Zhong Lin.
Zhong Lin did not expect Chen Yu's movement to be so profound that his sword energy had been exhausted. His expression changed greatly as he hurriedly turned around to defend.
It was just that Zhong Lin could not imagine how much experience Chen Yu had in movement techniques.
The moment he turned around, Zhong Lin saw Chen Yu turn around in midair again.
This movement ability was too fast, it was impossible to catch!
Zhong Lin's expression changed greatly. When he turned around, he struck out with his palm, and the majestic Spiritual Dipper surged like a tide, sharp and cold.
However, just as his palm struck out, Zhong Lin felt a sharp pain from behind him. A powerful force attacked him, causing him to fall forward and roll towards the edge of the arena.
Without waiting for him to get up, a Spiritual Dipper struck his ribs, causing his body to fly into the air and fall onto the stage.
Zhong Lin, who fell, was caught by a few Yang Opening Pavilion disciples. He was not heavily injured, but he was extremely ashamed.
The audience was in an uproar as all sorts of discussions and quarrels broke out.
"Senior Martial Brother Zhong also lost?"
"How could this be?"
"How can we tolerate a Ruling Spirit Sect disciple acting so arrogantly on our level?"
On the stage, Chen Yu was standing with his back straight. He looked around and asked loudly, "Who else?"
The two figures' energy exploded as they flew into the arena like rainbows. One of them, a tall and sturdy man clad in a green robe, looked at the other person before jumping off the stage without saying a word.
"I'll do it!" The remaining person shouted angrily, "The one who defeated you will be ranked 43rd on the Mizar Ranking, Lieh Hong!"
Chen Yu examined the person who came. This person had a deep aura and his strength was not too far from Zhong Lin's.
Below the arena, Lin Ya said, "Junior Martial Brother Han, what do you think now?"
"The evaluation will still improve!" The white clothed disciple beside Lin Ya had a serious look on his face as he said: "Relying on that armor-like Spiritual Soul, I'm afraid that the close combat strength of Ruling Spirit Sect Chen Yu really surpasses all the other disciples of our Yang Opening Pavilion!"
"Close combat?" Lin Ya's expression changed slightly.
"There's also the power of blood essence and a mystical movement technique!" The white clothed man said, "His vital energy and blood are very vigorous and powerful, enough to defend against any evil spirits. This is probably one of the reasons he survived in the ancient battlefield. As for the movement technique, Senior Brother, you should be able to see it very clearly. The existence of this movement technique will allow him to quickly close the distance between himself and his opponent, and also allow him to kill his opponent in close combat! "
Lin Ya nodded and said, "Junior Martial Brother Han, what rank do you think he will be able to reach on the Mizar Board?"
"Based on the strength that he has displayed, he should be able to reach the top ten!" The white clothed man said, "I don't see that he has any kind of trump card with which to brazenly talk about it, unless he has an even stronger Spiritual Soul!"
On the arena, Chen Yu once again made the first move.
Since he had decided to establish his might, Chen Yu naturally would not pester him anymore. Only by sweeping away all the Yang Opening Pavilion disciples with a sweep of his hands, would he be able to stomp on the Yang Opening Pavilion and ruthlessly establish his might.
Chen Yu rushed towards Lieh Hong at a speed as fast as the wind.
Lieh Hong's expression did not change. His body flashed as he thrust his sword forward.
Chen Yu only had this sword light in his eyes, it was dazzling like the sun. Under this sword light, the light and shadows flowed erratically, it was difficult to distinguish the sword's posture, and even more so, it was difficult to locate Lieh Hong's figure.
Chen Yu had seen similar sword arts and abilities before. In the City Battle Trial s back then, the Great Sword of Light that Chen Daolin slashed out was similar to Lieh Hong's sword arts and abilities. Of course, Lieh Hong's strength couldn't be compared to Chen Daolin's. With the support of the Sword Spirit, the power of this sword attack far surpassed Chen Daolin's from before.
Moreover, there was a difference between the two sword arts. Although Lieh Hong's sword arts were shining brightly like the sun, most of them were visual obstructions caused by the wrong flow of light and shadow, unlike the grand and upright Great Brilliance Sword.
However, the current Chen Yu was not the Chen Yu of the City Battle Trial.
Flames of blood flickered in his eyes, and a blazing aura appeared in his vision.
When the Bloodfire Eye Technique was opened, Chen Yu felt that the illusion shadows became dimmer. In the illusion shadows, the sword aura became more distinct and Wu Tie's figure appeared after the illusion shadows.
Under the Bloodfire Eye Technique's ability, the illusion had been broken.
Chen Yu punched towards the tip of the sword that held the sword spirit.
The three cries of Dragon Roaring Sound resounded. Chen Yu seemed to have transformed into an ancient Mang Long as his fist was like a dragon diving into the sea, causing a turbid wave to surge to the sky.
A forceful exchange of punches had abandoned all gaudiness, leaving behind only the domineering attitude of Howling Dragon Spring.
Lieh Hong sneered coldly. He was confident in his sword art and did not think that Chen Yu would be able to block it.
Previously, when Chen Yu defeated Liang Cheng and Zhong Lin, in Lieh Hong's eyes, it was just Chen Yu trying to avoid a real fight and take some cheap tricks. Right now, this kind of head-on clash could be said to be precisely what he was after.
If he lost in a head-on clash, Lieh Hong felt that he had nothing to say. Of course, this possibility was practically non-existent in his eyes.
BOOM *
The sword edge pierced through the boxing aura and hit Chen Yu's fist.
In a split-second, the fist armor on Chen Yu's hand exploded with extremely bright golden light, intertwining with the white light emitted by Lieh Hong's sword spirits. His dragon-shaped fist aura suddenly shattered, turning into a gale that scattered in all directions.
The long sword in Lieh Hong's hand was bent, and the sword spirit was facing Chen Yu's fist. Its power exploded to the extreme.
The armor on Chen Yu's body started to flow like water towards his fist.
As soon as the muffled sound disappeared, pieces of the broken piece flew into the air.
Lieh Hong, who was behind the sword spirit, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his expression froze.