Asking about longevity

Chapter 1021 Attack and Defense (Thanks to the leader of Black Eyes for the reward~)

The next day, the sword fight between Taixu Sect and Tianjian Sect began.

There were still crowds of people outside Lundao Mountain, but the number of monks watching the battle was much less than before.

They feel bored.

The Tianjian Sect inherits the ancient Tianjian tactics.

This Heavenly Sword Technique is also one of the most advanced sword techniques in Ganxuezhou, and its power is quite terrifying.

Let the Tianjian Sect lead the attack and allow their sword energy to kill people. Looking at the entire Ganxuezhou, even Longding Sect of the Four Great Sects and Vajra Sect of the Eight Great Gates, these two body-refining sects that train muscles and bones and are famous for their defense, may not be able to withstand it.

Not to mention the Taixu Sect.

There is no truly top-notch physical cultivator in the Taixu Sect.

In addition, there is an ink painting that "breaks if touched".

In the minds of most monks, this was a sword fighting competition with almost no chance of winning and nothing to watch.

The Taixu Sect is at a disadvantage in the game, and is bound to lose.

Of course, there are still some viewers who have expectations.

But what they hoped was that the Tianjian Sect could find Mo Hua's weakness and kill him with one sword in this sword fight.

This is a simple expectation.

"I want to see Mo Hua die once with my own eyes."

Since the Xuan Bureau, no, even since the preliminary round of the Huang Bureau, this has become an obsession in the minds of many monks watching the game.

They didn't ask for anything else, just for this obsession, they were hanging on by a thread, so they came to watch Mo Hua's sword fight regardless of any obstacles.

There is no way. This brat Mo Hua has done so many evil things and is so irritating.

It is difficult for one to have clear thoughts without dying once.

…

On the high platform of Shangguan’s house.

Yu'er also hung her head, occasionally raising it reluctantly to glance at Fang Tianhuaying.

He was a little afraid to look.

In the sword-fighting contest at the Xuanzi Bureau, Brother Mo made a fool of a group of "big fools", and he was very happy watching it.

But in the sword fighting competition in the Dizi Bureau, Brother Mo always lost.

He felt uncomfortable with each video he watched and really didn't want to watch any more.

But this was Brother Mo's game, and he couldn't bear to watch it.

What if I win?

It would be a pity if he didn't watch it.

Yu'er frowned, clutched the corner of her clothes, and tightened her face, forcing herself to look at Fang Tian Huaying.

Except for Yuer, Wenren Wan, Gu Changhuai, Zhang Lan, Murong Caiyun, Hua Qianqian and other "relatives and friends" of Mo Hua, everyone's mentality is more peaceful.

It was a bit distressing when I lost at the beginning, but as I kept losing, I got used to it.

Victory and defeat are common in war.

Although they hope Mo Hua will win, they also know that human power is limited and some things are simply impossible.

After all, this is a conference for academic and sword-fighting discussions, with countless geniuses present.

It is already amazing that ink painting can reach this level.

Therefore, they come to see it only to support ink painting.

What's more, they could more or less see the situation of this sword fight clearly in their hearts, so they were mentally prepared and did not hold out too high expectations.

And the situation soon verified most people's guesses.

As soon as the Taixu Sect started, they suffered defeat after defeat.

This is a battle of offense and defense, which refers to the "siege war" and "defense war" in the monastic war.

The Tianjian Sect attacked the city, while the Taixu Sect defended it.

Of course, the form is "simplified".

After all, there were only five people in the sword fight. It was different from the grand offensive and defensive battles in real monastic wars that involved thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of monks. It was just a simple "prototype" that allowed the disciples to compete and practice through the sword fight.

There is no real "city" either.

They just built a "camp" in the sword-fighting arena, which was divided into the outer city and the inner city by a city wall, and a statue of the "city lord" was built in the inner city.

The attacking party must break through the outer city, enter the inner city, and finally destroy the statue of the city lord.

The defenders of the city need to guard the statue.

Siege warfare has a time limit.

If the city is breached within two hours, the attacker wins. If the city is defended, the defender wins.

The Taixu Sect, on the other hand, had to hold out for two hours under the killing power of the Tianjian Sect's sword energy.

It's not that simple.

The so-called guarding of the outer city, to put it simply, means guarding the "city gate".

There are two gates in the outer city, and people are required to guard them.

There is a gate in the inner city, and someone must be stationed there.

In this way, the manpower is dispersed, which is even more fatal for a team like Taixu Sect with an "incomplete" team.

The key is still ink painting.

This situation further exposes the shortcomings of ink painting as a form of "spiritual practice".

Before the sword fight began, someone had noticed this:

"In this situation, this ink painting is of no use at all."

"Anyway, I can't imagine what use he can have..."

"In a siege war, there is no room for trickery..."

"No matter how good his hiding skills are, others just ignore him."

"No matter how good his agility is, he can only escape. But this is a city defense, where can he escape to?"

"Low-end Five Elements magic cannot defend against the sword energy of the Heavenly Sword Sect."

"With his fragile body, even if he tried to block it, it would only take one strike of the sword..."

"It's useless anyway. I think he should just stay in the inner city once the battle starts and rely on his teammates to buy time..."

"Winning or losing has nothing to do with him anyway..."

Someone joked.

As the sword fight began, images appeared on Fang Tian's painting.

Everyone found that Mo Hua was just like what they said. He didn't care about anything and just squatted behind the wall of the inner city with his back to everyone. He was sneaking around. No one knew what he was doing. He looked a bit "dirty"...

This again aroused public anger.

"No... I was just joking. Did he really squat in the inner city?"

"His teammates are fighting hard, but he is hiding for his life?"

"At least go out and throw a few fireballs. Why are you hiding here and sneaking around?"

"Afraid of death?"

…

Amid the discussions, a few sharp-eyed and careful monks said:

"This ink painting is a formation, right?"

Someone sneered: "How much trouble does it take to set up the formation?"

“They are all ready-made.”

"The swordplay formations were all drawn in advance and reviewed by the elders before being brought in. They just needed to be deployed when the battle was about to begin. As for making him squat there and fiddle with it for so long..."

The formation is powerful, but it takes too long to prepare.

Whenever cultivators fought, the formations had to be prepared and set up in advance.

Otherwise, if you prepare the formation right before the battle, it will be too late.

The sword-fighting tournament is no exception.

Mo Hua squatted there, "tinkering" for a long time, saying that he was setting up an array formation, but to others, he was just "slacking off" and completely "muddling through".

"He is so passive and unwilling to fight, will Taixu Sect really not do anything about it?"

"Can the Taixu Sect tolerate this?"

"I don't think he is the headmaster's illegitimate son. The headmaster is his illegitimate son. Otherwise, he wouldn't treat him like a 'father' and spoil him like this..."

…

The sword fight continues.

The Taixu Sect was originally at a disadvantage in terms of strength.

The competition system is also at a disadvantage.

In a situation that is getting worse and worse, there is still a certain "prince" who is "passively slacking off in the fight".

The battle situation is naturally self-evident.

The sword energy of the Tianjian Sect was as strong as a rainbow and they were unstoppable. They broke through two city gates in succession, passed through the outer city, and headed towards the inner city.

This process is simple, easy and natural.

Linghu Xiao and his companions fought hard with all their might.

But their efforts did not cause any ripples except for delaying some time.

Soon, they lost ground one after another and were forced to retreat to the inner city.

Five disciples of the Tianjian Sect gathered outside the gate of the inner city.

This is the last line of defense.

As long as they could break the city gate in front of them, attack the inner city, rush into the main hall, kill all the Taixu Sect disciples who blocked their way, and then chop down the city lord's statue, the duel would be won.

The Tianjian Sect won another round and took another step towards becoming one of the four major sects and the leader in sword fighting.

This was another crushing victory.

"Taixu Sect is going to lose again..."

This thought also appeared in the minds of most of the monks outside the field.

And losing is becoming more and more natural.

There were no ups and downs at all.

Some monks outside the venue sighed and began to feel bored.

"This kind of sword fight seems like a waste of time..."

"I can guess what's going to happen next even with my eyes closed..."

"It was nothing more than that the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect broke through the city gate, rushed in, and after a fierce battle, they killed Linghu Xiao and his men..."

"If that kid Mo Hua pinches the Dao Jade again, he'll run away."

"Then the Heavenly Sword Sect chopped down the city lord's statue, and that was it..."

"The gap between the four major sects and the Taixu Sect is still too big. There is no way the Taixu Sect can win..."

The Shangguan family viewing platform.

Yu'er was dejected, her little face full of disappointment.

Wenren Wan touched Yuer's head and comforted him in a low voice.

Zhang Lan and others also looked a little gloomy.

The atmosphere was a little depressing for a moment.

Inside the sword-fighting arena, disciples of the Tianjian Sect had already activated the Tianxing Sword. The pure white sword energy, with astonishing force, slashed towards the city gate.

Cheng Mo, Situ Jian and Ouyang Xuan all tried to stop them.

Linghu Xiao also activated the Chongxu sword energy to offset the sword energy of the Tianjian Sect disciples.

But the sword energy of the Tianjian Sect was too lethal. When the five of them joined forces, their sword energy was as mighty as the energy of heaven. It was impossible to resist it head-on.

Cheng Mo and others retreated one after another.

Linghu Xiao is alone and cannot do anything.

Pure white Tianxing sword energy, one after another, struck the city gate, as if striking the hearts of the cultivators of Taixu Sect.

Every sword makes people's heart tremble.

Once the city gate is breached, the game is over.

Everything that happens afterwards is meaningless.

Many people don’t want the city gate to be breached and don’t want Taixu Sect to lose.

But more people are waiting for the city gate to be breached.

What they were waiting for was the disciples of Taixu Sect, who were killed one by one by the sword.

Time passed little by little in this tense entanglement.

The disciples of the Tianjian Sect were still using sword energy to chop at the door.

The city gate is still "struggling" to hold on.

But after hacking for a long time, the city gate still couldn't be broken...

On the viewing stand, everyone began to look at each other, feeling that something was wrong.

After a while, the disciples of Tianjian Sect were still chopping down the door.

The city gate, which silently endured all the sword energy of the Heavenly Star, seemed to be about to fall apart in the next moment, but after a long time, there was still no movement.

This city gate looks like it’s made of iron.

Now everyone's face changed.

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"What the hell is that..."

"Is there something wrong with this city gate?"

"It's not the city gate that's wrong, it's the formation on the gate... something seems to be wrong?"

There were foreign monks who were proficient in formations, or some formation elders from some sects, who carefully looked at the faint light of the formation on the city gate, which was covered by the dense sword energy.

Upon closer inspection, someone immediately looked shocked and stood up and said:

"High-level formation!!"

"Taixu Sect is discussing swordplay, using high-level formations?!"

There was silence for a moment, and then an uproar broke out.

It's like a stone that causes a thousand ripples.

The crowd became completely noisy.

"Second-grade high-level formation?!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Isn't the limited formation for sword fighting only the second-grade intermediate level?"

"This is against the rules..."

"Cheating?"

"Taixu Sect cheating?"

“Outrageous…”

Some people continued to question, "When did he bring this formation in?"

"The rules of the sword competition are very strict. The elders will personally check everything you bring into the arena. There is absolutely no room for favoritism or fraud."

"The Taixu Sect... bribed the elder of Lundao Mountain?"

"Is the Taixu Sect so powerful?"

…

The ones who were even more restless than the monks watching the battle on the sidelines were the elders of Lundao Mountain.

Those who can serve as elders in Lundao Mountain are generally elders who are old, have long experience, enjoy prestige, and act fairly.

This job is both respectable and leisurely.

Originally they were sitting and drinking tea, watching the sword fighting competition leisurely.

As a result, when the high-level formation appeared, some elders were so frightened that the cups in their hands were crushed.

"Something happened!"

"It's over. How did we let this kid bring a high-level formation in?"

"The rules of our ancestors have been broken..."

"Who checked him?"

"I'm really getting old and confused..."

An elder stiffened his neck and said, "Don't talk nonsense. When he entered the venue, I searched it clearly and found no high-level formations."

"Then where did he get this formation from?"

"Quick, check..."

So some people began to replay Fang Tian Huaying in reverse, starting from the sword fight, one scene after another, to see what Mo Hua actually did.

To avoid suspicion and ensure fairness and no shady dealings.

The monks watching the battle outside the field can also see this reversed image.

A small painting screen popped up on Fang Tian Huaying, replaying all the movements from the moment Mo Hua entered the scene.

No one was watching the sword fight anymore. They all stared with wide eyes, concentrating on watching the "replay" of the ink painting.

The scene flashed quickly, and soon, it froze on the most "suspicious" scene.

Mo Hua squatted in the corner, with his back to everyone, fiddling with something furtively, nobody knew what he was doing.

"Quick, change the angle." Elder Lun Daoshan ordered.

Then the scene changed, showing the front face of Mo Hua.

What he was doing with his hands could also be seen clearly.

Everyone at Lun Dao Mountain was stunned.

Then the whole place was in uproar in an instant.

At this moment, they finally saw clearly what Mo Hua was doing secretly while squatting in the corner...

He was indeed "tinkering" with the formation.

But it’s not a battle formation.

But he was drawing the formation!

In the sword-fighting competition, when the geniuses of both sides were fighting, he personally drew the formation on the spot!

In the sword fighting competition, you are not allowed to bring second-grade advanced formations.

So he took action himself and drew a high-level formation on the spot!

Everyone was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

After a moment of silence, someone also wondered: "No... He drew a second-grade high-level formation, where did the medium come from?"

Someone noticed: "It was temporarily dismantled from the other formations he brought in."

“…”

"What about his formation brush?"

"The sword contest allows the carrying of spiritual weapons, but he didn't bring any weapons, only the formation brush."

"The formation pen is the formation master's weapon..."

"What about Ling Mo? Where did he get the ink?"

"have no idea……"

Some people shook their heads, and most of the monks were also confused.

However, there are also monks who have participated in the sword debate and have studied the rules in detail and explained:

"Disciples of the Sword Discussion Forum can choose some 'miscellaneous items' to bring in. Spiritual ink is among the miscellaneous items."

"No..." Someone asked in confusion, "Why put spiritual ink in the sundries? How can spiritual ink be considered sundries? Which idiot made this rule? Do you have any common sense?"

"It was decided by the ancestor of Lun Dao Mountain..."

The cultivator slapped his lips and said, "I'm sorry, I was mean. The ancestor was right... The spiritual ink should be put in the sundries."

Someone concluded: "So... Mo Hua took out the formation medium, brought his own formation pen, and then used the spiritual ink from the sundries to draw a second-grade high-level formation and set it on the city gate?"

"Can we still play like this?"

"Is this reasonable?"

"What's wrong with this kid's brain? How could he exploit a loophole to this extent?"

"How can this be called a loophole? This is clearly cheating."

"How can we play the sword fighting competition using a high-level formation? If this isn't cheating, what is it?"

"You and I have no say over it."

"At least on the surface, it is indeed in accordance with the rules."

"We'll talk about it later. Now let's just watch the sword fight... Although the high-level formation is powerful, we are facing the five geniuses of the Heavenly Sword Sect. It's not certain who will win or lose if a high-level formation is used against five geniuses."

“Don’t take advantage of the loopholes and use high-level formations. It would be embarrassing if you still lost in the end…” someone sneered.

Someone was dissatisfied, "You underestimate the high-level formation. That is a high-level formation, and it was created by Mo Hua, so it must be a top-level 19-pattern formation. Are you kidding me about this level of formation?"

…

While everyone was talking about it.

Inside the sword-fighting arena, disciples of the Tianjian Sect also sensed something was wrong.

"High-level formation?"

The tall and slender Tianjian Sect's Tianjiao frowned and said in a deep voice, "So what if it's a high-level formation? I want to see today, is your formation more solid, or is the sword energy of my Tianjian Sect more sharp?"

"kill!"

The other four people also responded in unison: "Kill!"

The five of them no longer had any concerns, nor did they hold back at all. As their spiritual power surged, they pushed their sword energy to the extreme.

A series of even sharper heavenly sword auras slashed at the city gate.

Even with the support of a high-level formation, the city gate began to develop cracks, and occasionally vibrated, with sand and dust falling.

But Mo Hua is not in a hurry.

Linghu Xiao and his companions only followed Mo Hua's orders and went out to harass them from time to time.

Before that, they had to resist the disciples of Tianjian Sect and protect the city gate.

But now, the city gate is blessed with a high-level formation and can defend against the disciples of the Tianjian Sect on its own. They only need to harass it from time to time to relieve the pressure on the city gate.

This makes things much easier.

While the two sides were fighting, rays of heavenly sword energy continued to strike the city gate, and were then absorbed by the high-level metal and stone formation.

Although the high-level gold and stone formation has strong defense, it cannot last long under the fierce attack of the geniuses of the four major sects.

Under the relentless slashing of sword energy from the disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

The cracks in the formation are also gradually increasing.

The city gate also seemed to be crumbling.

Seeing that the formation was about to break, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were greatly encouraged, "Quick, break the formation and break through the city gate in one go!"

"yes!"

They worked together, unleashed their sword energy, and continued to break down the city gate.

And God will not let down those who work hard.

After repeated sword attacks, the light above the city gate dimmed and the formation pattern broke.

The high-level metal and stone formation was indeed broken by the disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

The disciples of Tianjian Sect were delighted.

Seeing this, the monks watching the battle nodded and praised:

"As expected of the Tianjian Sect's genius, a high-level formation is not a problem for them at all..."

But just as the formation on the city gate dimmed and was about to disappear, Mo Hua slowly reached out and slapped the wall.

In an instant, the light became brighter.

Another new high-level metal and stone formation was activated.

The crumbling city gate instantly became "indestructible" again with the help of the formation.

The audience who had just praised the disciples of Tianjian Sect felt their breath stuck in their chest again.

The joy that had just arisen in the hearts of the geniuses of the Tianjian Sect was completely extinguished.

Looking at the "city gate" with golden light flowing in front of them, their faces turned pale and their mouths felt bitter.

A high-level formation did not stop them.

What about the other two?

Are there really only two?

Who knows how many high-level formations this Mo Hua has hidden in his hands?

How many layers of high-level metal and stone formations has he set up on the city gate in front of him?

At this moment, all the disciples of Tianjian Sect felt a trace of despair in their hearts.

At this moment, they finally clearly remembered Mo Hua's original identity:

Study... the leader in formation.