Tumor Sword Immortal

Chapter 123 No shame

Changsun Yu has indeed been hiding quite a lot of things over the years.

As Zheng Ge watched him unleash his magical abilities from below the stage, his expression gradually shifted from solemn astonishment to calm and serene.

Changsun Yu stared intently at Pei Xia. From Pei Xia's previous words, he had realized that the other party might have some understanding of the fire in his mind.

This is not surprising. In such a vast country as China, there are always some secrets that you know but I don't.

"That's it, I understand."

Changsun Yu suddenly chuckled: "I was wondering how someone as unknown as you, yet so incredibly strong as a monster, could suddenly appear..."

He pointed at Pei Xia and said with certainty, "You're here to steal this treasure, aren't you?!"

Such is the way of cultivation. Whenever any rare treasures or divine techniques are revealed to the world, there is nothing but competition and scrambling for them.

"By concealing your identity, pretending to bump into each other, and taking advantage of the situation to enter the mountains, you didn't want to make enemies for the forces behind you, am I right?"

Changsun Yu sneered, "Hmph, you rat."

Pei Xia did not offer any explanation.

He bandaged his chest and shoulders, then brandished his sword and asked him only one question: "If you have no other supernatural powers or magic, then prepare to die."

Changsun Yu spread his arms wide, his purple robe billowing: "My magical powers and supernatural abilities number far more than a thousand!"

Pei Xia rolled her eyes.

The immense computing power of the Calamity Pig can indeed help a Plain Master master new spells in a very short time.

But the problem is, you have to have it first before He can help you learn it.

There is a classic misconception that the magic and supernatural powers of the Su Master are not "innate abilities" but rather a kind of "knowledge".

If you want to learn, you need to have a way first. There are so few Su Masters in the world, and even fewer above the fifth level. Changsun Yu has only been a Su Master for a short time, and he is already quite knowledgeable to have three techniques.

Pei Xia stopped wasting words with him.

Now that the spells have been tested, there's no need to hold back when making a move.

He stepped forward, his longsword piercing the mountain wind.

Changsun Yu's brows furrowed, a fire flickering in his mind, and he uttered softly, "Prove my divine power!"

Unconsciously, spiritual power began to distort the laws of the mortal world, closely following Changsun Yu's gaze, and was about to impose a hundred times the pressure of spiritual power on Pei Xia.

Suddenly, before Changsun Yu could react, hundreds of fine strands of spiritual energy spread out from Pei Xia's body like a spider web.

In an instant, all the spiritual power that Changsun Yu used to control the spells vanished!
This is... dissociation?!

Changsun Yu couldn't understand it. Ever since he obtained the Heart Flame and began his cultivation as a master, he had only ever been the one to dispel other people's spells!
In that moment of hesitation, Pei Xia's sword was already in front of him.

Without hesitation, the golden sword pierced towards his neck.

Changsun Yu managed to avoid a fatal blow at the last moment, thanks to the help of his inner fire.

This time, however, Pei Xia's sword vibrated with a sharp sword aura. Even though he managed to avoid the neck, its invisible sharpness still sliced ​​open the skin on his cheek!

Blood splattered, and a burning pain immediately followed, reaching Changsun Yu's consciousness.

You scoundrel, how dare you hurt me?!
His sinister gaze fell upon Pei Xia, his spiritual power surged, and he roared again, "Prove my divine power!"

This time, five thick streams of black energy shot out from the sleeves with a sharp shriek.

You claim to have pure Qi, but I'd like to see if these five streams of Soul-Devouring Black Qi can penetrate your meridians and inner cauldron.

To Changsun Yu's complete surprise, Pei Xia didn't even glance at the black mist this time.

He moved nimbly, dodging the attack, and quickly followed the momentum of the sword, twisting the blade to approach Changsun Yu again.

The five streams of soul-devouring black energy vanished into nothingness as they approached Pei Xia!

Dissociation, and more dissociation!
That wasn't an illusion; he truly disintegrated his own magic in an instant!

How could this be? He was just a martial artist. Even if his control over spiritual power was at a high level, where did he get such enormous computing power to disentangle the spells of a sixth-level novice?

A sense of surprise and doubt flashed through Changsun Yu's mind, but he immediately found the perfect answer for himself: He also has a heart fire!

Pei Xia's sword was closing in on him once again.

Changsun Yu could only grit his teeth and prepare to unleash his third supernatural power once again.

Although the opponent has the ability to disintegrate, this spatial barrier is invisible and can still be effective as long as it catches him off guard.

He stared intently at Pei Xia's sword until it was almost upon his forehead, then he roared, "Prove my divine power!"

The invisible spatial barrier successfully blocked Pei Xia's sword.

Changsun Yu was overjoyed; as expected, he had failed to dissolve the separation!

However, he soon noticed that Pei Xia's expression remained calm and composed even after the sword entered the barrier.

The sword blade formed from condensed qi once again emerged from behind Pei Xia.

This time, however, the sword tip did not approach Pei Xia's body. Instead, it broke apart into dozens of tiny golden qi particles the instant it broke free from the distortion.

"Do you really think that as long as you can't dissolve the barrier, Master Su's magic can easily defeat martial arts cultivators?"

Through the barrier of magic, Pei Xia gave a soft, cold laugh in front of Changsun Yu.

Under the manipulation of Pei Xia's inner cauldron spiritual power, those shattered qi instantly transformed into a rain of swords filling the sky.

Flying Hundred Swords!

Countless golden flying swords, accompanied by melodious whistling sounds, darted across the sword-testing platform, enveloping Changsun Yu in a rain of swords! A barrier was of no use; now, he could only hope that the brief premonition granted to him by his inner fire would allow him to perfectly dodge these frenzied qi-infused flying swords.

This time, it seemed that even the inner fire had given up on him, and the scene that seemed as if the world had come to a standstill did not appear.

Only Pei Xia's lazy yet slightly mocking words echoed in his ears: "He never had that kind of power. The apparent delay is merely a warning He obtained in advance of the future trajectory through calculation within a short period of time."

Cracking it is not difficult.

Either your sword is fast enough that even if Huozhi foresaw it, Changsun Yu wouldn't be able to avoid it.

For anyone else, this wouldn't be difficult, but to be honest, it's a bit challenging to get Changsun Yu to avoid it.

Another approach is to use computing power to counter computing power.

Pei Xia's Flying Hundred Swords were not controlled by him in the first place. What cultivator could have a thousand or eight hundred brains and control so many swords at the same time to complete exquisite moves?
At this moment, what is resisting Changsun Yu's fiery calculation power is Pei Xia's calamity.

However, Changsun Yu had completely submitted, and he had no burden regarding the use of the Heart Fire.

But the mental pressure that Pei Xia is currently enduring is beyond imagination.

However, his face remained as calm as ever.

He's used to it.

Just as he understood when he first took the stage.

Changsun Yu could not overcome the calamity of the pig.

Then he definitely can't beat Pei Xia.

This is a very simple formula. Pei Xia and Huo Zhi have been fighting for years, and on the arena related to this, they are the real rivals.

As for Changsun Yu...

The flying swords were moving faster and faster, almost forming countless thin golden lines.

Enveloped by spirit and energy, only occasional muffled groans of pain and shrill roars could be heard from Changsun Yu.

It wasn't until Pei Xia raised her hand and returned all her inner energy to her body that she revealed the appearance of the dance master's personal disciple.

Changsun Yu was no longer as composed as before. His robes were torn, revealing large patches of pale skin. Ferocious gashes gushed crimson blood, and his face was also slashed with several deep cuts. His long hair was broken into pieces.

Only after the flying sword was withdrawn did he stagger, his eyes fixed on Pei Xia with extreme malice.

Pei Xia calmly examined him, her gaze sweeping over the numerous wounds on his body, and she clicked her tongue in amazement: "The exquisite music and dance, truly a superb skill."

These words pierced Changsun Yu's ears even more than the Flying Hundred Swords he had just been struck by!

His supposed invincible advantage was repeatedly shattered in this confrontation with Pei Xia.

Ultimately, what helped him avoid vital points and survive desperate situations time and time again was the exquisite music and dance he had learned under the woman's cold and aloof guidance over the past fourteen years.

Changsun Yu's breathing became increasingly heavy.

The rapidly changing situation on the sword-testing platform made everyone watching hold their breath.

Those who can reach the summit of Qingfeng Sword are all outstanding talents. Regardless of whether they dislike Pei Xia, no one can deny his strength.

Is this what a contest between top geniuses looks like? In just one round, the balance of power has shifted dramatically.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the sword-testing platform, Elder Xiaoyue's face was clearly extremely tense. She whispered to the sect leader beside her, "Sect Master, Changsun is the personal disciple of the Dance Master, and he was injured like this in front of everyone..."

Zheng Ge remained silent for a while before saying, "It's alright, this is just a ring. If he can't hold on, he'll naturally admit defeat."

Pei Xia smiled.

A surge of inner energy gathered in his hand, and he carried the short sword toward Changsun Yu.

He didn't rush to make a move, but asked, "Senior Brother Changsun, do you admit defeat?"

Changsun Yu's lips twitched, but he didn't speak.

He cannot admit defeat.

This has nothing to do with glory or perseverance. Once he admits defeat, Pei Xia will become the champion of the Sword Trial Tournament. At that time, the sect will have an excuse to invite the Dancer out of the secluded room, and he will be doomed!

"Oh, so you're not going to admit defeat, huh?"

Pei Xia drew his sword, and the calculation power of the Calamity Pig and the Heart Fire canceled each other out in an instant. The lightning-fast sword blade left the injured Changsun Yu no time to dodge, and pierced straight through his right chest!
Golden energy emanated from his neck and back, eliciting gasps from the audience!
Pei Xia did not stop. He raised his foot and kicked Changsun Yu off the sword. As he watched Changsun Yu roll to the other side of the sword-testing platform, Pei Xia's long sword flew out and once again accurately pierced Changsun Yu's right foot!

This time, Changsun Yu couldn't hold back and a shrill scream burst out!

Many people couldn't hold back any longer and started cursing at Pei Xia on stage.

"In a sword-testing duel, the point should be reached and then stopped. Your attack was far too ruthless!"

"That's right, even Senior Brother Changsun is powerless to resist!"

"This isn't a martial arts contest at all; this is premeditated revenge! Bah!"

Pei Xia did not respond. He reached out, and his qi flew back, transforming back into a long sword. He looked at Changsun Yu, who was pale and covered in blood and sweat, and asked again, "Senior Brother Changsun, are you still not going to admit defeat? Alas, I really have no choice."

He could only move forward again, the sword's edge piercingly sharp.

Changsun Yu's expression was so ferocious it was almost distorted. He looked at Pei Xia's approaching sword and roared at the audience below, "Why aren't you coming to save me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiaoyue didn't say another word, and her whole figure suddenly transformed into a sharp arrow!
With a resounding clang, the terrifying power of the Transformation Realm cultivator shattered the qi sword in Pei Xia's hand into fragments.

The elder waved his sleeve, shielding Changsun Yu, and coldly stared at Pei Xia: "You brat, how could you be so vicious? Do you have even a shred of shame?!"

(End of this chapter)