Elderly Martial Saint: Sixty Times the Cultivation Speed ​​at the Start

Just as the blade energy collided with the surrounding golden energy, the forward speed of Yi Yang's blade energy suddenly decreased.

That thick layer of golden energy completely resisted the sword energy.

Kong Wu stood unharmed and motionless.

His monk's robe didn't even sway.

Seeing that his attack had no effect, Yi Yang unleashed five more strikes.

Thick peaks press down from the front, sharp peaks cut off the sides, strange peaks jut out from the bottom, dangerous peaks have sheared shoulders, and precipitous peaks split the center.

With five strikes, the furthest point was within a foot of Kong Wu's body.

Then it was completely blocked by the golden defense.

Seeing Kong Wu fully armed, someone in the audience cursed:

"How can we fight this? There's not a single opening!!"

"Kongwu's turtle shell is too outrageous."

Wang Hechang, sitting in the audience, crossed his arms and frowned deeply.

He and Kong Wu were both at the early stage of True Qi, no, Kong Wu is currently displaying the strength of the middle stage.

He felt humiliated when Xu Yu defeated him, but looking at Kong Wu's appearance, he knew that it would be pointless for him to go up against him.

On the stage.

Kong Wu opened his eyes slowly and said:

"Benefactor Yi, if these are all the methods you have, then this humble monk will retaliate."

As soon as he finished speaking, his right palm separated from his clasped hands and thrust forward swiftly.

The true skill, "Vajra Palm"

With his true energy circulating, three layers of golden palm force overlapped and rapidly rolled towards Yi Yang.

Yi Yang used his mental power to detect the gap between the three.

His body suddenly lunged forward half a step, passing through the gap between the first and second floors, and Tiger Roar slashed at Kong Wu's right shoulder.

The blade sliced ​​into the golden aura—

Two inches.

its stuck.

Seeing Yi Yang approach, he turned his shoulder and unleashed a powerful punch from the side.

Yi Yang was forced back four steps, his boots leaving two long marks on the table.

Next, Yi Yang slashed at Kong Wu more than twenty times.

But Kong Wu, weighing 300 jin, stood motionless in the center of the platform, his large hands, wrapped in golden energy, steadily catching all of Yi Yang's attacks.

The clash between the two produced a metallic clang.

Seeing this, Ji Yunzhang spoke softly from below the stage: "That's how Kong Wu works. He doesn't fight you head-on. He exhausts you and then kills you with one palm strike."

Seeing that his attack was ineffective, Yi Yang took five steps back, his breathing becoming heavier.

Despite having consumed nearly 30% of his true energy, Kong Wu's golden energy was still as thick as when he first entered the arena.

If we keep fighting like this, we won't be able to hold on much longer.

Even a tiger's roar paired with the Nine Peaks Blade cannot break through Kong Wu's defense.

"I originally wanted to avoid being exposed if possible, but now it seems there's no other way."

Yi Yang thrust the Tiger Roar sword into the table with his right hand, and the 72-pound sword sank into the stone slab, standing firmly.

At the same time, he reached his left hand behind his back and tore off the bundle of coarse burlap.

As the linen fell apart.

A long, jet-black sword appeared before everyone's eyes. The patterns on the sword shimmered in the sunlight, and a deep, eerie aura emanated from it.

Below the stage, Jingchen from Jinyang Temple suddenly stood up and exclaimed in surprise upon seeing the blade:

"Xuanyuan!"

Upon seeing this black sword that exuded an extraordinary aura, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

They thought Yi Yang was about to be defeated, but they didn't expect him to have more tricks up his sleeve.

Ignoring the gasps of others, Yi Yang gripped the hilt of the knife with his right hand.

With a thought, the blade hummed, and the black patterns lit up segment by segment, with a faint light flowing from the hilt to the tip.

The spirit weapon, after recognizing its master, operates in harmony with his vital energy.

The true energy of Yi Wood flowed into it, no longer forcibly taken away, but smoothly traveled along the meridians inside the blade, and after being amplified by Xuan Yuan's spirituality, it surged out from the blade's edge.

A jet-black blade aura condensed at the edge of the blade.

At this moment, the oppressive aura emanating from Black Blade far surpassed that of Tiger Roar.

Upon seeing Yi Yang draw his sword, Kong Wu's eyes widened, revealing a solemn expression.

His 300-pound body took a step back.

"As expected, it's in your hands."

He murmured a Buddhist chant, clasped his hands together, and the golden aura around his body rapidly contracted, shrinking from a three-zhang (approximately 10 meters) domain back to within three inches of his body.

But at the same time, his defensive density increased dramatically.

The true skill, "Indestructible Vajra Body"

Seeing that the other party had used all their methods, Yi Yang didn't waste any words.

Four Symbols and Six Harmonies Blade - Azure Dragon Emerges from the Abyss.

All the true energy of Yi Wood was poured into Xuan Yuan.

The dark light membrane on the spirit weapon blade surged, and the dark green Azure Dragon Blade aura merged with Xuan Yuan's black spiritual energy, transforming into a jet-black blade aura with flowing blue-green patterns.

Yi Yang slashed his sword energy towards Kong Wu, who remained steadfast.

The aftereffects of the blade's energy piled up layer upon layer.

The first attack struck, but was blocked by the golden aura of Kongwu. The second attack followed immediately, its powerful force causing the golden light to peel away.

The third layer, the fourth layer, the fifth layer—

Kong Wu unleashed palm strike after palm strike, his golden energy forming a barrier that stubbornly held on.

The sixth floor.

Cracks appeared on Kong Wu's indestructible Vajra Body.

As the seventh layer of black blade energy attacked.

The golden phantom shattered.

The remaining force of the blade struck Kong Wu's chest, blasting his 300-pound body off the stage and sending him crashing into the yellow earth 15 zhang away, creating a large crater.

Kong Wu's monk's robe was torn, and he spat out blood.

There was complete silence.

Seeing Kong Wu fly off the stage, Pei Zongyue raised his hand and announced:

"Yi Yang wins and advances to the finals."

Two monks ran over and helped Kongwu up. Kongwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at Yiyang standing on the platform with a knife, and put his hands together in prayer.

There was no resentment, only respect.

But Jingchen, standing beside him, stared intently at Xuanyuan, his lips pressed into a thin line as he whispered, "Xuanyuan Blade!"

The high platform is in the middle.

Upon seeing his men win, Lu Quan'an put down his teacup, his lips moved twice, and only Pei Zongyue beside him heard those two words.

"interesting."

The second match.

Xu Yu spoke to Zheng Yan.

The Taoist priest of Cangwu Mountain used his whisk to seal off the space with silver threads, and three thousand threads were woven into a net.

Xu Yu weaved through the net, his narrow sword severing dozens of silver threads. The two exchanged over fifty blows.

Just when everyone thought it was going to be a protracted battle, Xu Yu stopped.

He sheathed the narrow sword at his waist, placed his right hand on the hilt, and braced his thumb against the guard.

Draw your sword.

Just one sword strike.

A flash of sword light erupted from its sheath, engulfing the entire arena. Three thousand silver threads snapped in two, scattering into fragments. Zheng Yan, along with his whisk, was sent flying off the stage.

"Mysterious Sword Pavilion - One Sword Returns to Truth." Ji Yunzhang uttered these words in a low voice.

one move.

Xu Yu sheathed his sword and walked off the stage expressionlessly.

Pei Zongyue announced that the final match would begin after a half-hour break.

Yi Yang sat cross-legged below the stage, closing his eyes and circulating his internal energy to restore his true qi.

He was mentally rehearsing Xu Yu's sword techniques.

That sword strike... was excessively fast.

Yi Yang's fingers rested on the hilt of the Xuan Yuan sword, his fingertips tracing the patterns.

Half an hour.

enough.