Asking about longevity

The format of the sword fighting competition with Ao Zhan of Longding Sect is hunting monsters.

Disciples from both sides competed with each other to hunt down a high-level second-grade monster.

Whoever can kill the monster and take out its inner elixir will be the winner.

When fighting with swords, the monks have to hunt monsters as well as deal with people.

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You can use monsters to weaken your opponent's strength.

It is also possible that you will be framed by your opponent and fall victim to the evil beast.

The fight over the monsters can lead to different tactics, involving countless changes in the situation, making the battle more complicated and the outcome more unpredictable.

But the disciples of Longding Sect adopted a more direct approach.

They don't hunt monsters, but directly hunt "people".

Ao Zhan led the team, abandoned the monster and went straight to kill the five people from Taixu Sect, intending to kill them first and then slay the monster.

This is a very arrogant way to play.

This means that they are confident enough to crush the five people from Taixu Sect in a short period of time.

At the same time, after killing the five people from Taixu Sect, he still had enough energy to continue hunting a second-grade high-level monster.

It was obvious that they didn't take Mo Hua seriously.

One could even say that there is some humiliation in it.

But the facts have proved that they do have the ability and are indeed qualified to do so.

As soon as the battle started, the five people from Longding Sect rushed towards the five people from Mo Hua with their dragon power and terrifying roars, like tigers out of a cage.

Mo Hua had previously fought with second-rate disciples of the Longding Sect and experienced the power of the Dragon and Tiger Body Refining Technique.

An illusory green dragon shadow wrapped around him.

Amid the surging blood, there was a faint roar of a dragon.

In a trance, he actually had a sense of the majesty of the Demon Sect leader who was buried in the Temple of Lonely Mountain and was responsible for the Four Symbols Azure Dragon Formation, and was also the third prince of the Great Wilderness, Shentu Ao.

When the two sides meet, the stronger one will take the lead.

Ao Zhan roared, and his fist was as strong as a dragon, and he started fighting with Linghu Xiao.

Xiao Wuchen is the number one person in the Tianjian Sect.

And this Ao Zhan is the number one person in Longding Sect. Their fame and strength are equally matched.

But Ao Zhan is a powerful physical cultivator who is good at both offense and defense. He has surging blood and dragon power. Once he gets close to the enemy, he will use his fists and feet with great force and power, which is very difficult to resist.

From this point of view, he is better at restraining long-range swordsmen like Linghu Xiao than Xiao Wuchen.

Ao Zhan fought in close combat with moves that were fierce, fast, and powerful. His strength was unparalleled, and he could split mountains and crack rocks amidst the flying shadows of dragons.

Linghu Xiao was suppressed repeatedly and didn't even have the chance to take the initiative to draw his sword. He could only retreat step by step.

From the surface, it seemed that he was defeated even more thoroughly than in the battle with Xiao Wuchen, and he had no power to fight back.

The monks watching the battle shook their heads.

Some elders of Chongxu Mountain looked worried and sighed continuously.

And Linghu Xiao was at a disadvantage.

The other people from Taixu Sect were suppressed to the point of being unable to breathe.

Not to mention supporting Linghu Xiao and giving him the opportunity to create a sword, even trying to protect himself from the killing of Longding Sect disciples was extremely difficult.

Ink paintings aren’t much better.

A tall disciple of Longding Sect was chasing him and trying to kill him.

Mo Hua could only use his body skills and try his best to deal with it.

This disciple of Longding Sect was unable to break the Shi Shui Step and kill Mo Hua.

Mo Hua also had no way to kill him using his body skills.

This is the second venue for the ink painting debate.

The venue, competition system and opponents are all different from the first game.

But the development of the war situation was no different.

Soon, Linghu Xiao was exhausted and was killed by a punch from Ao Zhan, thus defeating him.

The situation deteriorated rapidly.

Situ Jian, Ouyang Xuan, and Cheng Mo also lost one after another.

Once again, Mo Hua was the only one left, and he was unable to fight back using his body skills.

Five to one.

But this time, the five people from Longding Sect were not as polite as the disciples from Tianjian Sect.

The five men had no moral principles and attacked together. Two of them fought with fists and feet, chasing Mo Hua, while the other two blocked Mo Hua's position.

Ao Zhan's eyes were sharp as he stared at Mo Hua, blood and energy flowed through his fist like a dragon, and his killing move was ready to be unleashed.

Xiao Wuchen pretends to be noble and will not kill a drowned person.

But he is different.

Even a lion uses all its strength to fight a rabbit.

He wants to kill Mo Hua with his own hands!

Five geniuses from the Longding Sect surrounded him, intent on killing him.

Mo Hua was shocked and thought to himself, "Not good."

If I don’t escape now, I’m afraid I will really “die” at Ao Zhan’s hands.

Mo Hua immediately distanced himself with a quick step, pointed his hand at his forehead, and tried to use the same trick again to shatter the Lun Dao Jade.

Ao Zhan sneered, as if he had expected this. He immediately channeled his energy into his Dantian, shook his chest with sound, opened his mouth wide, and roared suddenly.

This roar really sounded like a dragon.

Like a rock breaking through the air, a white sound wave, carrying the impact of a dragon's roar, directly rushed into Mo Hua's eardrum.

The dragon's roar pierced the eardrums, went straight through the sea of ​​consciousness, and vibrated Mo Hua's consciousness.

And then nothing happened...

The divine consciousness of the ink painting is as flawless as a golden body and as immovable as a mountain.

The shocking and terrifying dragon roar sounded like the whisper of the wind to Mo Hua's ears, without any deterrence.

What he ate was the dragon soul.

How could he possibly be afraid of the dragon's roar that sounds like a human roar?

This dragon's roar couldn't scare him at all.

Mo Hua just blinked his eyes, and then without any hesitation, he shook the spiritual power at his fingertips, shattered the Lun Dao Jade, and the figure disappeared again.

And at the moment when the ink painting disappeared, a dragon-shaped fist wind came roaring, smashing the ground and rocks where he was standing into pieces.

The force extended outward, and the entire ground cracked into pieces like a spider web.

The dragon's roar intimidates, and the dragon's fist kills.

It was almost a fatal punch, but it missed.

Ao Zhan slowly retracted his fist, stood up straight, looked at the ground that was cracked by his punch, and his brows gradually frowned on his cold face.

"...didn't you yell?"

How could...

At the same time, outside the temple.

Seeing that Mo Hua had broken the Daoyu again and fled, everyone booed:

"Shame on you! He escaped again!"

"To retreat in the face of battle is undoubtedly a coward!"

"You have no spine at all, so shameless!"

Some people also sighed:

"What a pity! Ao Zhan's punch was just a little short... If it had been a little faster, Mo Hua would have been smashed into pieces..."

"If he hadn't screamed that time, Mo Hua might have died..."

"What do you mean by 'yell'? You know nothing. That is the Dragon Ding Sect's Tiger Roar and Dragon Shout skill."

"This is a unique Taoist technique of the Longding Sect. It is extremely mysterious and difficult to learn..."

"Ordinary disciples learn the tiger roar, and only the top disciples can learn the dragon roar."

"When fighting, use the roar of tigers and dragons to shock your opponents."

"If the opponent is stopped by the roar and then hit by a powerful Dragon Cauldron Punch, he will be half dead if he doesn't die."

"Ao Zhan has never used this method in previous sword fights. Using it on Mo Hua this time can be considered as giving him face."

"I guess he guessed that Mo Hua would flee when he saw the situation was not good, so he wanted to use the Dragon Roar Technique to stop him and then kill him with one punch."

"What a pity, it's still a little slow..."

"That brat Mo Hua is as cunning as a ghost..."

"No one is as cunning as him..."

…

There was a lot of discussion outside the arena. Inside the arena, Ao Zhan did not kill Mo Hua. His eyes were cold and he was obviously a little angry. He threw a punch to vent his anger and blasted through a large area of ​​trees, rocks and mountains. Then he turned around and ordered in a cold voice:

"Kill the monster."

"yes!"

The other four geniuses of Longding Sect spoke one after another.

Then the five of them joined forces, relying solely on their physical strength, and fought head-on for no less than dozens of rounds, and they slaughtered a high-level second-grade bear monster, cutting off its limbs, cutting open its chest, and taking out its bloody inner elixir.

The sword fight ended here and Long Ding Zong won.

And Mo Hua and his men were defeated again.

Zhang Lan, Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Murong Caiyun, and all the monks who had been silently paying attention to and caring about Mo Hua were silent, with somewhat depressed expressions.

Yu'er pursed her lips, her little face looking a little sad.

…

After that, it was time for the sword fights with other sects.

Discussing Taoism in the mountains.

Mo Hua, who was defeated and retired, and Linghu Xiao and others were packing up their storage bags and preparing to return to the sect.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian looked dejected and didn't say anything.

Ouyang Xuan's face became even more uglier, and there was some reluctance.

Linghu Xiao's expression was also cold.

Although his expression was always indifferent, this time his indifference was mixed with more confusion, gloom and solemnity, as if there was a dark cloud hanging over him.

"Xiaoxiao." Mo Hua called him.

Linghu Xiao was startled and raised his head to look at the ink painting.

Mo Hua sighed and said with some regret: "We lost this game again."

Linghu Xiao nodded without saying anything.

He lost even more completely.

Under the hands of Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan, he had almost no room to fight back and was suppressed throughout the entire battle, and then was killed by their own hands.

The more talented one is, the more arrogant one is, and the more intolerable one finds failure.

Especially this kind of situation, in the Qianxue Sword Contest, in full view of everyone, being killed one-on-one by other geniuses...

Linghu Xiao felt extremely painful and tormented.

Although Mo Hua had told him before that true strength is forged through failure.

But the confusion and pain in his heart almost devoured all his self-esteem and confidence in kendo.

Linghu Xiao was silent for a moment, and whispered:

"Young Senior Brother, I..."

Mo Hua understood his thoughts, reached out and patted his shoulder, saying:

"Don't think too much. No matter how strong the enemy is or how dangerous the situation is, you only need to think about one thing..."

Mo Hua paused slightly, his eyes clear and bright:

"…Believe in your sword, use all your strength, implement all your sword skills, and chop out the sword energy…"

"As for this sword, whether you win or lose, whether you kill someone or get killed, you don't need to consider it."

"The purer the mind, the stronger the sword."

"Worrying will only make your sword weaker."

When it comes to the cultivation of sword energy and the foundation of swordsmanship, Mo Hua is naturally far inferior to Linghu Xiao.

But when it comes to the implementation of sword intent and comprehension of swordsmanship, looking across the world, there are really few people of the same generation who can compare with Mo Hua, who has practiced the Taixu Divine Mind Sword Transformation Secret and integrated the God-Slaying Sword style.

Linghu Xiao was stunned for a moment, and after thinking it over and over again, he gradually became enlightened and his vision became clearer.

"Yes, little brother."

Linghu Xiao nodded, and his whole body revealed a hint of indomitable "resilience".

Just like steel, the more it is tempered, the more it can temper itself.

Mo Hua nodded.

To do great things, one must have a high standard and resilience is sometimes more important than talent.

No matter how good your talent is, it will be meaningless if it breaks at the first sign of trouble.

Only with resilience can you persevere.

Afterwards, everyone packed up their storage bags and returned to the sect.

Inside the Taixu Sect, several people practiced tactics and studied their opponents, and as the night deepened, they went their separate ways.

Linghu Xiao is a disciple of Chongxu Mountain, and he wants to return to Chongxu Mountain.

Ouyang Xuan is a disciple of Tai'a Mountain, and he also wants to return to Tai'a Mountain.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian, like Mo Hua, all live in Taixu Mountain.

And he also lived with the same disciple Curie.

After the three of them finished their meal, it was getting late, so they planned to go back to their disciple rooms.

Before leaving, Mo Hua told them to have a good rest, and then he wanted to get up and leave.

Situ Jian endured for a long time, and finally said slowly: "Junior Brother..."

Mo Hua turned and looked at him.

Situ Jian was indifferent for a moment, sighed, and then asked the confusion in his heart:

"Little Senior Brother, can we... still win?"

Cheng Mo also looked at Mo Hua silently, obviously a little lacking in confidence.

Cheng Mo and Situ Jian are different from Linghu Xiao and Ouyang Xuan.

They are not the kind of truly "outstanding" geniuses, and they do not have such high aspirations and arrogance.

Their opponents were the top figures from the Tianjian Sect and the Longding Sect. Although they were unwilling to accept the loss, there was nothing they could do.

The world of Ganxuezhou is huge, with countless geniuses, and there are also many people who are stronger than them.

They knew this very early on.

But they are disciples of Taixu Sect and are truly closely related to the sect.

They want to win too.

Even if they are not the ones to be in the limelight, even if they are just going to "die", they will not hesitate as long as they can contribute to the victory of the sword fight.

What's more, the two of them are in the same team with Mo Hua, so they prosper together and suffer together.

But the problem now is that they really don't see any hope of "winning".

This is the "Earth" situation.

We've only played two games.

Deep down in their hearts, the two of them already felt a sense of despair.

The monks who were watching the battle were just looking from outside, but these disciples who were fighting with swords were actually competing on the field.

They understand better than anyone else how powerful the four major sects are.

He also understood more clearly the feeling of powerlessness, almost despair, when facing top geniuses like Xiao Wuchen of the Tianjian Sect and Ao Zhan of the Longding Sect.

They believe in the little brother.

But at this moment, they both couldn't help feeling confused and tormented in their hearts.

They didn't want to speak out these confusions, but they couldn't help it.

Mo Hua looked at Situ Jian and Cheng Mo, was silent for a moment, and suddenly smiled gently, "It is possible to win, but it depends on the situation."

"Condition?"

Situ Jian was stunned, and Cheng Mo was even more confused.

Mo Hua nodded and said, "Don't be scared. Not all the contestants in the Earth Sword Contest are top-notch geniuses like Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan."

"In addition to them, there are the eight great sects' geniuses and the top-notch disciples from the four great sects. There are still quite a few such teams."

"We are so unlucky to have met top-notch geniuses like Xiao Wuchen and Ao Zhan in a row."

"But if we meet other teams, we can still beat them. It's not really impossible to win."

"It depends on the specific situation. We need to make specific plans based on the specific sword fighting competition system and the specific opponent..."

"Of course, it also depends on a bit of luck..."

The sword discussion in the Di bureau is different from that in the Xuan bureau.

The list of contestants in the Xuan Bureau's sword-fighting debate was deduced all at once by Lun Dao Tian Yi.

But the situation of the ground is different.

The Di Zi Sword Contest is a series of competitions. After each competition, the list of contestants for the next sword contest will be deduced by the Tian Yi of Discussion.

Before this, no one knew who would fight with whom next.

This is a test of the disciples' ability to respond to challenges flexibly and their awareness of pre-battle arrangements.

It retains some of the suspense for watching the game.

At the same time, it is also to prevent some monks from knowing the list in advance and doing some shady things behind the scenes.

The Di Bureau is more significant, with more geniuses appearing, more exciting swordplay, and more solemn format, and will resolutely prevent any off-field interference.

Therefore, during the sword fight, no one knew who the next opponent would be.

There was also a fog in front of Mo Hua's eyes.

He couldn't really see it all from beginning to end and coordinate it, so he could only cross the river by feeling the stones and move forward step by step according to the situation...

Who he fights with depends on how Lun Dao Tian Yi “deals” the cards, and then he can think of a countermeasure.

Therefore, it depends on the timing and a bit of luck.

When discussing the Dao and the laws of nature, what is emphasized is cause and effect.

Luck can't always be bad.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Don't worry, we will win."

Situ Jian thought for a moment and nodded.

Although Cheng Mo didn't quite understand what he heard, he was infected by Mo Hua's confident attitude and nodded.

The two had been together as Mo Hua classmates for nine years and were very familiar with each other.

Many times, they may not believe in themselves, but they will almost instinctively believe in Mo Hua, their "junior brother".

Even if the situation is difficult, as long as I follow my junior brother, I will feel much more at ease.

Situ Jian looked gentle and saluted, "Young Senior Brother, go to bed early."

Cheng Mo also bowed.

Mo Hua smiled and said, "Go to bed early."

…

After that, the sword debate continued amid intensive preparations and a tense and solemn atmosphere.

Not only Mo Hua, but other disciples of Taixu Sect were also defeated one after another.

The situation is getting worse.

A sense of uneasiness permeated the hearts of all the monks of Taixu Sect.

In this situation, every victory is precious.

And Mo Hua was still quietly waiting for Lun Dao Tian Yi to "deal the cards".

Also waiting for that right opportunity and that bit of "luck".

Two days later, the opponent for the third Mo Hua sword fight was decided.

Wanxiao Sect.

Mo Hua's luck was a little better. This time, his opponent was not the strongest disciple of Wanxiao Sect, nor the top team of Wanxiao Sect.

It is a first-rate team that is slightly inferior to the Wanxiao Sect.

Everyone thought that this time, Taixu Sect could really put up a good fight.

But in this sword fight, Mo Hua and his men still lost.

Not only that, in this sword fight, Mo Hua completely exposed the "disadvantages" of his inheritance.

The spiritual power is low and cannot outlast others.

He has good physical skills, but they are totally useless.

Low-level spells can only disgust people.

Lack of own killing ability.

Once his teammates are not good enough, he is completely a waste.

Faced with the spell bombardment from the five elite spiritual practitioners of the Wanxiao Sect, Mo Hua was unable to play the slightest role.

This game seemed like a win, but was ultimately lost.

Many people's hearts are completely disappointed.

Especially those who had been optimistic about Taixu Sect before, felt depressed, sighing at its powerlessness and angry at its lack of fighting spirit.

"It would be fine if the top-level geniuses couldn't win, but the top-notch teams from the four major sects also lost."

"Is the gap between the Eight Great Sects and the Four Great Sects really that big?"

"I brought an ink painting, what can I do?"

"In the final analysis, it can only disgust people. In this kind of true duel between geniuses, it really can't help at all..."

"Your physical skills are okay, but if you can't kill anyone, what good is that?"

"In the final analysis, it is just a low-end spiritual practice."

"No matter how well a low-end spell is used, it is still a low-end spell."

"Besides, the spiritual power is too low..."

"What he has is just a trick. It has been thoroughly studied in the Xuanzi Bureau. It is useless and completely useless..."

"At this rate, his team won't go far."

"Don't even mention his team. Even Taixu Sect can't get far..."

…

Outside the sword-fighting arena, countless cultivators were criticizing.

After this round of competition, the situation really worsened.

The Taixu Sect suffered numerous defeats and its ranking quickly dropped, falling directly out of the top four and falling to fifth place.

It has already fallen out of the possibility of being listed among the "Four Major Sects".

In fact, judging from the current situation, they have completely lost the qualification to compete for the "Four Great Sects"...

Everyone in the sect was in a low mood and morale was low.

The elders sighed and lamented.

Even the sect leader and several old ancestors could not help but sigh.

To the countless sects in the world of Ganxuezhou, the "Four Great Sects" is like an unattainable dream.

Taixu Sect had this beautiful dream.

But now, this beautiful dream has been shattered unsurprisingly.

Of course, by now, everyone in Taixu Sect has gradually come to their senses and no longer expects anything else.

They just hope to maintain their current ranking and not drop any further.

Even, just winning a few games would be enough.

And this expectation naturally fell on the strongest team of Taixu Sect, that is, the team of Linghu Xiao and Mo Hua.

They desperately hope that Mo Hua and his team can win the last game.

Even if I win one game.

Even if it can't stop the bleeding or save Taixu Sect's precarious ranking, it can at least boost morale.

Everyone in Taixu Sect was filled with anticipation and nervousness.

They even hoped that there would be a "soft persimmon" to pinch Mo Hua and his team, so that they could at least accumulate some victory points.

In this tense and depressing atmosphere, Mo Hua and his friends' opponents in the fourth arena of swordplay were also deduced from the theory of heaven and earth.

But when everyone saw it, they felt even colder in their hearts.

The four major sects are still "old friends":

Tianjian Sect.

Not a pushover.

Although it is not the strongest team led by Xiao Wuchen, it is also a team led by a genius from the Tianjian Sect, second only to Xiao Wuchen.

It is an extremely strong first-class sword-fighting team.

They are even stronger than the Wanxiao Sect's sword-fighting team that Mo Hua and his team lost to in the last battle.

This is not the most difficult part.

The most difficult part is the sword-fighting system:

This is an offense and defense game.

The Tianjian Sect attacked, while the Taixu Sect defended.

Five geniuses from the Tianjian Sect with powerful sword energy and amazing killing power came to attack, while the Taixu Sect came to defend.

Anyone who has watched a sword fighting competition can see it clearly.

This is almost a dead end.

There is no chance of winning.

In a sense, this game was even worse than the sword fight with Xiao Wuchen.

The four sects and eight schools, as well as many other cultivators who were paying attention to the sword-discussing conference, just took a glance and shook their heads in their hearts, thinking that Taixu Sect was unlucky.

The cultivators who cared about Taixu Sect were really disheartened this time.

Only Mo Hua, looking at the list of swordsmen, had his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and even a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth that no one noticed...