novelaction Chapter 139 Sect Competition (5)
Chapter 139 Sect Competition (5)
"Xianyun Sect vs. Liaoyuan Sect, the second preliminaries are about to begin. Both sides, please send representatives to the arena."
However, after the referee finished speaking, both sides in the audience remained motionless, as if no one was ready to go on stage.
The atmosphere in the audience suddenly became tense, and the audience began to murmur. Seeing this, the referee had no choice but to continue urging: "Are you guys going to give up the game? Why is there no one here?"
Just at this moment, a man wearing a red mask walked out from the Liaoyuan Sect camp.
He stood straight, his eyes stern, and his voice beneath the mask carried a hint of provocation and contempt: "Just now, our Liaoyuan Sect sent people first. Isn't it the Xianyun Sect's turn to send people first this time? We can't always be the first to send people, right? We'd be at a huge disadvantage if we did that."
The referee nodded, apparently convinced by Liaoyuan Sect's words: "In that case, Xianyun Sect, please send someone up first."
Jiang Yingxue couldn't help but shrink her neck. She quickly looked at Yan Chuan and Cen Yizi: "What should we do? Since Master can get the other party's portrait and cultivation, they must have figured us out."
"Xianyun Sect! Hurry up! If you don't send anyone, it will be considered as forfeiting!" The referee's expression was obviously getting impatient.
Facing the referee's urging, Yan Chuan took the initiative to step forward: "Let me do it."
Seeing that Xianyun Sect had finally sent someone, the referee looked towards Liaoyuan Sect: "Who are you sending?"
The red masked man silently took off his mask and said, "Since we are going to face a late Jindan stage cultivator, then of course I, who is in the Yuanying stage, will be the one to do it."
The man had a very distinctive face, with strong lines and slightly sunken cheeks. The most prominent feature was his hooked nose, which was deeply embedded in the bridge of his nose and looked particularly sharp. His eyes were narrow and sharp, like a falcon.
Several people recognized at a glance that he was the only powerful Yuanying stage warrior on the opposite side.
The situation was different from Chu Ying's. Although the blue-masked man had a higher cultivation level than Chu Ying, they were both at the foundation-building stage.
But right now, the difference between the early Nascent Soul stage and the late Golden Core stage is not a small one, and you can basically tell who will win and who will lose without any comparison.
"My name is Liao Yuan Zong Zhou Xiang. Let me make it clear, my style is different from that idiot in our team. Every move I make is a killing move. If you want to surrender, now is the time. I won't listen to your call to stop once I start."
His words were filled with an unconcealable madness, his deep eyes seemed to hide an inconsolable violence, and every word was filled with an urgent murderous intent.
Jiang Yingxue took a deep breath, her heart beating a little faster. She could feel that this guy was telling the truth. He looked so crazy, as if he wanted to kill her in the next second.
An ominous premonition arose from the soles of her feet, and she hurriedly grabbed Yan Chuan who was about to step onto the ring.
Yan Chuan stood on the stairs and looked back at her, only to see Jiang Yingxue slowly shaking her head: "Just admit defeat."
He lowered his head slightly, his eyes falling on her slender fingers that were tightly gripping his wrist. After a moment of silence, he whispered, "It'll be okay. I'll try."
Yan Chuan walked up to the ring, drew out the Firefly Sword, and said with a cold look: "Please teach me."
Zhou Xiang sneered, his eyes brimming with undisguised murderous intent: "Oh, what teachings are you giving me? I'm here to sentence you to death."
Before he finished speaking, he trembled his hand and drew out the purple sword with lightning speed. The lightning wrapped around the sword exploded, and the purple lightning entangled with the sword like a poisonous snake.
Zhou Xiang's aura suddenly changed, and purple lightning emanated from his entire body, like a bolt of lightning about to explode. The next moment, he disappeared from the spot, leaving only an afterimage.
"Snap!" With a crisp sound, Zhou Xiang appeared behind Yan Chuan, with the sword pointing directly at Yan Chuan's heart. The speed was so fast that it was almost dazzling.
However, Yan Chuan's eyes remained calm. Just as Zhou Xiang's sword was about to touch his back, Yan Chuan's wrist trembled slightly, and suddenly a sound of breaking ground came from the ground.
Countless vines quickly emerged from the ground like the veins of life, instantly forming a huge vine wall.
The vine wall continued to curl up into a ball, wrapping Zhou Xuan inside.
Chu Ying, who was in the rest area, saw this and exclaimed, "Isn't this my trick? Senior Brother can control the vines so flexibly and skillfully, so amazing! But how can this Nascent Soul Stage cultivator be trapped so easily?"
However, as soon as he finished speaking, purple lightning exploded, tearing the vines apart. A huge explosion echoed in the arena, and thick smoke suddenly rose up.
Yan Chuan did not relax and raised the vines again. But this time, he turned the gem on the Firefly Sword.
The fire-attributed ruby was facing upwards, and Yan Chuan swung his sword violently, and the flames instantly enveloped the vines that rose again.
Flames surged forth, and vines danced within them like giant snakes swirling in flames. The entire arena was engulfed in the interweaving of flames and vines, a scene so spectacular that the entire audience stood on their feet.
This is actually the power exerted by a Jindan stage cultivator!?
But isn't Zhou Xiang at the Nascent Soul stage? Why is he still lying there motionless?
Just as everyone was on edge, the vines burned out, leaving Zhou Shen's face blackened by smoke and his clothes tattered by the flames, but this didn't seem to pose any threat to him.
A sneer appeared on Zhou Xian's face. That smile was extremely sinister, as if he saw the slightest struggle of his prey. "Very good, at least you tore my clothes. What's your name?"
Yan Chuan glanced at him coldly, and said in a calm tone: "Yan Chuan."
"Yan Chuan, right?" Zhou Xiang licked his lips, his eyes as sharp as a knife: "I will try my best to make your death as painful as possible."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Xiang suddenly exploded and quickly rushed towards Yan Chuan from the front with his sword.
The electricity in the surrounding air seemed to be pulled, lightning flashed everywhere, and purple lightning swirled around him.
Yan Chuan's gaze deepened, and he instantly unsheathed his Firefly Sword, its tip tracing an arc through the air as he met Zhou Xuan's attack. The moment the two swords collided, a violent crash resounded in all directions, and the interwoven light of metal and lightning shook the entire arena.
"Ding!" With a crisp sound, Yan Chuan's Firefly Sword and Zhou Xiang's Purple Thunder Sword clashed fiercely, sparks flying everywhere. Although Yan Chuan was a Jindan-stage cultivator and his swordsmanship was superb, Zhou Xiang's Yuanying-stage cultivation was still far superior to his.
Yan Chuan frowned slightly, stepped back quickly, and used the force to shake off Zhou Xiang's attack. At the same time, he swung the Firefly Sword, and the sword energy soared into the air like a dragon, rushing towards Zhou Xiang with a whistling sound.
However, Zhou Xiang took a light step and with the power of lightning, he instantly turned into a shadow and disappeared from Yan Chuan's sight.
The moment Yan Chuan reacted, Zhou Xiang had already appeared behind him. The purple lightning sword swung down mercilessly, the sword light flashing like thunder, the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.
Yan Chuan barely dodged sideways, the tip of the sword scratched his sleeve, causing a gust of wind. His body was as agile as a cheetah, but Zhou Xuan's attack still followed closely behind him, like a shadow, leaving him no chance to breathe.