Ancient Devouring Technique

Chapter 605: Kendo competition?

People with strong mental power are good in this aspect, and can often crush all the practitioners by themselves.

This is what Wang Tuo's mental attack, which is similar to sound waves, did. Several members of the Shadow Clan were bleeding from all their orifices and were about to die of a brain explosion.

Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly closed, and when he opened them again, dark sword shadows flew out from his eyebrows and shot towards Wang Tuo.

“Not good!!” Wang Tuo suddenly felt a breath of destruction, and his soul began to tremble.

As the emperor of mental power, he could see at a glance that Ye Xuan's mental attack was absolutely terrifying, and he was afraid that he would find it difficult to block it.

The Soul-Calming Bell no longer released sound waves, but instead suddenly sprinkled golden light, covering its body.

One after another, the Sky Nightmare Swords hit the golden light, and suddenly the entire golden light shield began to tremble violently.

"Puff!" Wang Tuo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling extremely horrified.

At this moment, Sky Nightmare Phantom Swords continued to fly out from Ye Xuan's brows, nearly a hundred of them all attacking Wang Tuo.

At this time, Wang Tuo had barely managed to resist these spiritual swords. He could imagine that if all these swords hit him, he would surely die.

boom! boom! boom!
When seventy Heavenly Nightmare phantom swords appeared, the light curtain of the golden bell shattered.

The remaining thirty attacks attacked Wang Tuo at once.

"My life is over!!" Wang Tuo was terrified and desperate.

He really didn't expect that Ye Xuan's mental power was so strong that he could send out so many mental swords in succession.

Moreover, it is obvious that Ye Xuan not only has the power to fight across levels in martial arts, but also has terrifying cross-level combat capabilities in spiritual cultivation!

Originally, they saw Wang Tuo displaying his extraordinary power, but his defense was broken in the blink of an eye, and many warriors exclaimed in surprise.

However, just when Wang Tuo thought he was doomed, the thirty small swords suddenly stopped in front of him.

Wang Tuo's face was covered in cold sweat. He looked palely at the group of small swords floating in front of him, not daring to move at all.

"You lost." Ye Xuan's voice came from the other side.

Wang Tuo didn't even dare to breathe, and said, "I lost!"

As Ye Xuan waved his hand, those little black sword shadows flew back and sank into his brows again.

Wang Tuo gave a bitter smile and then bowed, "Mr. Ye, you have cultivated such a powerful spiritual power technique at such a young age. I admire you. Today's siege of the Sun and Moon Palace has nothing to do with me anymore!"

After Wang Tuo finished speaking, he flew away, taking his two disciples with him.

Everyone looked at him, but they didn't expect Wang Tuo to leave without saying a word.

Only some people who are familiar with Wang Tuo know that Wang Tuo has always been proud of his spiritual power, but he was defeated by Ye Xuan in public. How can he stay here?

Ye Xuan did not have much feeling after defeating Wang Tuo. If we really talk about the attainments in spiritual power cultivation, he is far inferior to Wang Tuo. The reason why he was able to defeat the opponent is entirely because he only mastered one killing weapon, the Sky Nightmare Sword!

As the saying goes, force can defeat skill. He doesn't know much about mental cultivation and other techniques. He only knows how to kill people.

But Wang Tuo is different. He knows too much, whether it is the experience of cultivation, illusion, or the formation of the spiritual way.

Wang Tuo is already a master in spiritual papermaking, but Ye Xuan is only at a minor level at best.

Therefore, Ye Xuan did not underestimate Wang Tuo, the king of spiritual power.

He did not show any complacency, but just said calmly, "Who else wants to compete?"

Ye Xuan knows the situation himself, but others don’t.

Seeing Ye Xuan defeat Wang Tuo, many warriors couldn't help but gasp.

"He is actually a practitioner of both divine and martial arts. He is so strong!"

"My goodness, how old is he this year? Has he been practicing since the womb? You know, the concentration of mental power is even slower than the true essence of martial arts."

"It seems that his martial spirit should be more spiritual!"

Some young martial artists were amazed, "His martial spirit should be at least heavenly level, otherwise how could he have cultivated to such a level at such a young age?"

Some old warriors with venomous eyes snorted and said, "When you see him fighting with others, he is not panicked at all. He is extremely calm from beginning to end. It is obvious that he has experienced countless life-and-death battles to have the mentality he has today. Although talent is important, it is not as hard as the sweat and effort of others..."

Some elders teach their disciples that talent is important, but it is only innate and will be in vain without acquired efforts.

Many disciples who had been somewhat disdainful before were suddenly startled. After listening to the words of their elders, they realized that this Ye Xuan, although almost the same age as them, remained extremely calm under the pressure of countless warriors from all directions, and was also terrifyingly calm during the battle.

Many young martial artists couldn't help but think about what would happen if they were in Ye Xuan's position, facing the martial artists from all directions and facing such a dangerous situation.

The conclusion is that they were most likely nervous, trembling, terrified, or even on their knees!
"What on earth has he been through to make him so calm and steady?" Many young martial artists couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

How could they know how many life-and-death crises Ye Xuan had experienced.

Zhao Jing was so shocked that she murmured, "Dual cultivation of divine power and martial arts? Strong! Too strong!"

Zhao Jing thought about how she had ridiculed Ye Xuan not long ago, but she didn't expect that she was the frog in the well.

Many saint sons and saint daughters looked extremely unhappy. I believed that after this battle, the name Ye Xuan would become a well-known name in the entire Northern Territory.

How could these self-important saints and saintesses accept this? If it was someone from the older generation, it would be fine, but Ye Xuan was from their generation.

"I won the previous battle by chance. I wonder who wants to give me some advice on the next one?" Ye Xuan spoke again when he saw everyone talking.

Many people looked at each other.

Some of the young and energetic young men who were originally confident of their own fighting prowess wanted to step forward, but after seeing the mental power battle between Ye Xuan and Wang Tuo, they suddenly fell silent and dared not go on stage.

Some older martial artists weighed their own fighting power against Ye Xuan. If they won, it would be fine. But if they lost, they would become a laughing stock. How could they, as masters of the older generation, be defeated by a kid who hadn't even grown all his hair? How could they go out in the future? How could they gain a foothold in the martial arts circle? How could they educate their apprentices?

In fact, among these tens of thousands of people, there are indeed many powerful ones, but they are proud of their status and have not taken action before.

The female cultivators who died tragically in the Sun and Moon Palace were all killed by the Ghost Palace and the Demonic Sect.

At this moment, a man in a golden robe flew onto the stage.

It was Jin Lieyang, the one who had kept the sword hidden for more than ten years.

He looked at Ye Xuan with a smile and said, "I see that you also have the sword spirit. How about we compete in swordsmanship?"

Jin Lieyang's meaning was very clear. This time he wanted to compete with Ye Xuan in swordsmanship.

(End of this chapter)