Chapter 20 Sang Wansheng!
Facing an empty-handed Lexiu, it was difficult for him to make a move.
Sang Wan raised her hand and showed a delicate and small black medicine hammer to Mu Qingchuan.
“Can a stick also be used as a weapon?” Mu Qingchuan was puzzled.
Dan Xiu, who was watching the excitement below, saw Mu Qingchuan referring to the medicine hammer as a stick and said dissatisfied: "What stick! That is a medicine hammer!"
"Next time you sell medicine to this sword cultivator, you must add a few more spiritual stones!"
Mu Qingchuan raised his eyebrows, obviously not paying attention to the medicine hammer in Sang Wan's hand. He just wanted to finish off the female cultivator opposite him quickly.
Mu Qingchuan took the lead and stabbed Sang Wan with his sword with a cold light.
The sound of Ling Ran breaking through the air suddenly sounded in the air.
The onlookers' disciples exclaimed.
"This is too disrespectful!"
Sang Wan turned sideways, narrowly avoiding the long sword, then took out the medicine hammer and quickly stabilized her body. The sword landed on the rapidly enlarging medicine hammer, causing Mu Qingchuan's palms to go numb.
On weekdays, those Lexiu would not bear to let their weapons come out and be beaten.
Seeing that the two swords missed, Mu Qingchuan became more cautious in his eyes. He no longer made a random move, but directly used his commonly used sword move - the Twelve Styles of Qingfeng.
The Twelve Styles of Qingfeng are as fast as the wind, and the sword skills are agile and changeable. The sword movement was continuous and the speed was astonishing.
Although Mu Qingchuan is at the third level of Qi refining stage, he has already understood the meaning of the sword.
The disciples watching the battle below couldn't help but exclaimed when they saw the shadow of the sword flickering on the table.
"It is indeed a sword style famous for its speed!"
"The waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and the Qinglian Sect is indeed full of talents."
The disciples of the Tianyin Sect below looked at it Seeing this scene, my heart suddenly tightened.
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
It was a pity that they were disappointed. Sang Wan seemed to be frightened and stood motionless with the medicine hammer.
“It’s over, another loser.”
The Tianyin Sect disciples couldn’t even bear to look at it anymore.
Someone placed a bet under the ring, "I bet thirty inferior spirit stones, and Sang Wan will lose."
"It's strange, how come there are still people betting on her to win?"
"Sang Wan bet a hundred spirit stones yesterday to win on herself, hahaha."
Sang Wan shook his head and sighed, this group of people You may not have too much confidence in her. Although the Qingfeng Twelve Styles seemed fast, Mu Qingchuan had not fully understood it at this time, so there were flaws in the seemingly fast and terrifying moves.
In the world of cultivation, there is a huge difference in cultivation level. No one believes that Sang Wan can really take this move. Seeing her not moving, they all poured cold water on her.
As the sword light approached, Sang Wan raised the medicine hammer, curled up the corners of her mouth, and found a flaw.
Mu Qingchuan keenly noticed something was wrong.
But the sword has been unsheathed, there is no reason to take it back.
“Bang——”
The medicine hammer came down from top to bottom, following the ups and downs of the sword, and hit hard with one strike!
This attack not only broke the first of Qingfeng’s twelve moves, but also used the remaining momentum to directly change the trajectory of Mu Qingchuan’s shot when he was about to enter the next move!
It was indeed a false move.
Sang Wan saw that she had relieved him of his strength, neatly closed the hammer, and then swung it again!
Qingfeng’s twelve moves are both weak and real. Mu Qingchuan’s first two moves are not very powerful, they are just a way to confuse the opponent. The real murderous intention is in the third move. Unfortunately, before the third move was released, Sang Wan defeated it with a hammer!
Before Mu Qingchuan could react, the hammer struck again at an extremely fast speed!
"Twelve moves of Qingfeng?"
Mu Qingchuan saw in disbelief that Sang Wan had directly copied his first two moves. Sang Wan turned her sword into a hammer, imitating Mu Qingchuan's action just now, hammering to the flesh.
He was unable to dodge and was hit hard on the waist and shoulders by two hammers.
“Hiss—it hurts so much—”
The sound of pain came from the disciples watching below. They had never seen such a brutal and brutal approach, and they actually directly learned the moves that the opponent was proud of. Is this still a human being?
People who saw Sang Wan learning the move on the spot stood up one after another.
Swordsmanship has always been that the more ferocious the enemy, the fiercer the attack. Pain and blood only inspire the wildness deep in their souls.
Mu Qingchuan's eyes were full of fighting spirit, he lowered his sword again and used all his strength. The swift swordsmanship directly forced Sang Wan to the edge of the ring!
Under the stimulation, Mu Qingchuan actually directly realized the fourth form of Qingfeng Twelve Forms. It was hard to tell whether the sword in his hand was real or not, and three sword energy fell rapidly!
The two were extremely close, and Sang Wan was struck by a sword energy.
Her dress was stained with blood, and she would fall off the ring if she took one step back!
Although the outcome has long been determined, the disciples of Tianyin Sect still felt a little regretful when they saw this scene.
"Those who can't beat us, let them go."
"Stop looking and prepare for the next competition."
"I'll prepare some elixirs, junior sister You will probably suffer a lot of injuries in the end. These rough guys are really brutal when they fight!”
With a muffled sound, a sword energy stabbed Sang Wan in the abdomen. Onlookers all felt phantom pain in their abdomens. Sect competitions have always been about ending at the last minute. According to the opponent's brutal style of play, even if Sang Wan gave up on the spot, no one would blame her.
The system hissed, and he silently searched the mall panel for something that could help Sang Wan cheat.
Before the system could find anything, Sang Wan saw Sang Wan holding on to the sword, taking a step to the right, and when the second sword energy was about to hit, she fiercely waved the medicine hammer in her hand!
The medicine hammer hit Mu Qingchuan’s right arm! Mu Qingchuan only felt numbness in his arms, and his whole hand was about to lose consciousness. This is not a good thing for sword cultivators! He underestimated the enemy!
The situation has turned!
Sang Wan took the opportunity to retreat to the inside of the ring, and when Mu Qingchuan turned around, he aimed a blow at him!
"Holy crap! This female cultivator's fighting style is too brutal! She actually carries the sword with her body!"
Mu Qingchuan was sent flying by Sang Wan's hammer. He was standing on the edge of the ring, but now he was knocked off the ring by the big medicine hammer!
As Mu Qingchuan flew out, he was still roaring in his heart: This female cultivator is probably crazy, she dared to directly use her body to meet his sword!
Yao Lao stood up with a bang. When he saw that Sang Wan was safe and sound, he relaxed his frown.
There was silence.
The disciples of the Qinglian Sect looked at each other: "Are these really people from the Tianyin Sect? How come their fighting style is more brutal than theirs..."
The disciples of the Medicine Sect hesitated and took out their storage bags. The medicine hammer in the material ring, can this hammer still be used like this?
"Tianyin Sect, Sang Wansheng! Next game, Sang Wan, Su Luan!"
Sang Wan touched the abdomen injured by the sword, and she didn't feel much joy in her heart. She calmly took out two hemostatic pills and stuffed them into her mouth. He stabbed her once, and she struck him twice in return. One external injury and one internal injury are not a loss.
What made her confused was that she clearly hit Mu Qingchuan's Tianhun point. Why didn't this guy faint?
Mu Qingchuan, whose energy and blood surged from the shock of the hammer, felt a little dizzy before he could recover after landing. It was only by holding his sword on the ground that he didn't fall down in front of everyone.
Sang Wan stared at Mu Qingchuan: he tilted his head in confusion.
Did she smash it in the wrong place?
How about trying someone else?
Sang Wan focused on Su Luan, who had just stepped onto the ring. Su Luan suddenly felt a chill, and she looked warily at the female cultivator opposite. The black medicine hammer gave off a cold light in the sunlight.
Revise it one last time.
(End of this chapter)